Chapter 92

“Edward, don’t run!”

My sharp cry echoed as my delicate hand pointed at him. Sharp ice streaked past the heads of the city guards, whistling as it shot towards Edward.

Boom!

The ice spear hit the carriage wheel axle directly. The large carriage collapsed with a loud noise, startling the magnificent white unicorn pulling it. It neighed loudly and ran away with only half of the carriage left.

Edward was in shock. He turned to hide behind the remaining half of the carriage, but before he could take even one step, the second ice spear pierced through his thigh with incredible speed.

“Aaah—!!”

Edward screamed and fell to the ground, crawling forward, leaving a dark red blood trail. At this point, he was utterly terrified, screaming desperately, “City guards! Protect me! City guards!”

“The prince has been injured!”

“Quickly, let’s go save him!”

Some soldiers who were behind the formation rushed over to him, while most of those in front were completely unaware of what had happened.

Without their leader’s command, the city guards were like headless flies. They looked at their wailing companions on the ground and then at me standing atop the ice column. To them, I was an invincible enemy, and their fighting spirit was fading.

The bitter cold froze their faces blue, even their eyelashes were covered in frost. Their trembling hands could barely hold onto their swords. On the other side of the formation, La Fayette led the guards in battle, standing against the soldiers. His palm flashed with blue light, and ice spears erupted from the ground, unstoppable. Lethal sword lights flashed, and thick, warm blood spurted across the snow.

Compared to the brutal scene there, I was much more merciful here. Although there was chaos everywhere, everyone still showed signs of life.

I scanned around, looking at the chaotic city guards below. I started searching for Valar in the crowd.

Voices kept coming from all sides.

“What are you waiting for… Go!”

“She… she is alone… We still have hundreds of brothers…”

“But she is so high up…”

“Arrows, shoot her!”

After shouting for a long time, no one dared to actually attack.

Just as I thought Edward was doomed and planned to call out to the city guards to surrender, I suddenly saw a figure moving swiftly through the crowd, heading toward La Fayette’s position.

It was the golden mask.

I almost forgot about him!

That guy was an assassin. He must have quietly slipped into the crowd at some point. Approaching La Fayette now clearly meant he wanted to launch a surprise attack. I couldn’t let that happen!

I quickly jumped off the ice column, but my peripheral vision caught sight of a cylindrical object flying towards me.

My heart skipped a beat. I immediately recognized it—it was one of those smoke tubes used by the masked men!

I won’t fall for the same trick twice!

Buzz—

The short sword trembled slightly. I kicked a soldier trying to approach me and leaped, stepping on another soldier’s shoulder and swinging the short sword to knock the smoke tube away.

The extremely cold fog caused ice to form on the surface of the smoke tube. It flew far and landed in the crowd, losing its momentum.

Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—

Countless arrows shot from all directions towards me. My eyes narrowed sharply.

Not the city guards, then who?

“Pepé, there’s an assassin!”

From afar, La Fayette slashed a soldier and shouted at me.

Swish!

In mid-air, I twisted my body halfway, and a small whirlwind of white frost wrapped around me, freezing the incoming arrows before blowing them away. Then my body began to fall.

At the same time, I saw not just one but several black-robed assassins hidden among the city guards, reloading their crossbows.

They were skilled at hiding, and with the battlefield confusion, I had carelessly failed to notice them… When did they arrive? Or were they mixed in with the city guards from the very beginning, and I just didn’t spot them?

Forget it, I can’t deal with them right now.

The golden mask moved incredibly fast, and in an instant, he had closed half the distance to La Fayette. He took off his black robe, revealing leather armor similar to the city guards’. Then he pulled out a silver short sword from his chest and continued advancing undetected.

“La Fayette, be careful!”

I punched a soldier away and shouted, but my voice was too soft.

The clamor of battle drowned everything out completely, and Lafayette remained oblivious. I watched as several black-robed assassins pushed through the crowd, about to rendezvous with the golden mask. My heart raced, and I summoned frost mist again to repel the surrounding soldiers. Just as I was about to jump, another smoke canister was silently tossed above me.

Damn!

I swung my short scythe, using the back of the blade to knock the canister aside. Varald finally burst out from the crowd, his slaughter knife raised high, cutting through the air with a whistling sound aimed at me.

My eyes widened in fury as I looked at Varald, clearly determined to stop me at any cost. I could not let him hold me back!

Bang!

Frost mist surged from my palms, engulfing the battlefield instantly. Varald was blown backward by the wind, while I leaped high into the air, drawing a dazzling blue starry river as I rushed toward Lafayette’s position.

Whoosh—

Dodging two crossbow bolts, I lifted my extreme ice short scythe high.

“Do you dare attack!”

A sharp cry, and the golden mask immediately became alert, abandoning its sneak attack to turn and face me.

Clang!

“Ah—!!!”

The force pressed down like a thousand catties, and the golden mask could not resist. The icy hurricane blew his collar fiercely, causing him to stumble back with clattering steps. He fell to the ground, then rolled away. I took advantage to close the distance, but suddenly found myself surrounded by four assassins.

“Get out of the way!”

I pivoted sharply, turning around to deliver a roundhouse kick that struck one assassin’s shoulder. A bone-cracking sound echoed as this kick broke his arm, sending him flying backward.

I retracted my leg, ducked, and dodged an attack from another assassin on the right side. Then I swung my arm wide.

The extreme ice short scythe traced a perfect arc beside me, its blade flashing with cold light as it easily tore through leather armor, slicing across one assassin’s chest and then striking another’s cheek.

Blood formed beads, splashing onto my body, face, and sliding down my skirt to the snow below. As screams erupted, I continued my movements, twisting my wrist and swinging upward with the scythe, which flew out of my hand and spun toward the last assassin.

Pierced in the right chest, he immediately collapsed.

This entire sequence took only an instant. I quickly glanced at Lafayette’s shocked face, then without greeting, pushed off again.

Moon Step!

Whirl—

In the next moment, my body was already in front of the golden mask. Blue light flashed from my right hand as I gripped a new extreme ice scythe, slashing downward at the golden mask just as he was rising.

Clang!

It clashed with his short sword.

Crack.

The golden mask was forced to bend, and the short sword’s blade could not withstand the impact, splitting open. I followed up with two more swift strikes, and the golden mask struggled to block, retreating continuously. His mask frosted over as I delivered the third strike, and the short sword snapped in half.

The scythe’s momentum did not diminish, striking his face.

Clang—

The mask shattered.

Metal fragments fell to the ground, revealing a face severely burned. His skin was red and wrinkled, the muscles twitching slightly. His left eyelid was completely fused shut, clearly blind. The grotesque sight momentarily stunned me.

But he opened his mouth and shouted toward my back, “Varald! What are you waiting for!”

My heart stirred, and I turned swiftly. Behind me, on the crimson snow, Varald held his slaughter knife high, ready to strike Lafayette.

Lafayette hastily blocked, sparks flying as they each retreated a step. Then he called out, “Focus on the enemy, I can handle this!”

Clearly, he was addressing me.

In the next moment, a gust of wind blew past my ears, and the golden mask… no, the disfigured man, pulled out another short sword from his cloak and stabbed at my waist.

Clang!

I blocked his attack with the scythe, then kicked at his groin. Unexpectedly, he twisted aside, and his sword made another flourish before coming at me again.

Very well, let’s break your sword again!

Sss—

The blade of the extreme ice scythe emitted white fog, rising like steam, spreading cold frost. The disfigured man involuntarily squinted with his remaining eye.

Suddenly, a scarlet flame shot from the short sword, trailing hot flames, colliding with the extreme ice scythe.

Boom!!

Turbulent winds brushed past my ears, and my black hair flew wildly.