Chapter 93

Chapter 66 Wildfire on the Prairie Part 4

Sizzling sounds—

The moisture evaporated violently, and the steam erupted from the point of impact, engulfing me. In an instant, a sensation like being pricked by needles spread across my face, I couldn’t hold back and closed my eyes, quickly stepping back two steps.

Flame Order? No… that’s not it…

When the scorching feeling subsided, I opened my eyes again. Amidst the fog, ice mist and heat waves intertwined, making the wind on my face alternately cold and hot.

I stared in shock at the disfigured man opposite me. He had been pushed quite far by the previous blow, and now he was rubbing his right elbow joint with a “crack,” reattaching it before lifting his head.

“Indeed impressive, as expected… the youngest Grandmaster Knight in history. You’re Miss Peylo, aren’t you? Or should I call you Miss Silvija?”

My expression hardened: “Who are you?”

Heaven knows I wasn’t really concerned about this question, but I wanted to take the chance to look behind me and confirm La Fayette’s condition.

The battle over there was intense.

La Fayette held his long sword, and each swing released several sharp ice spears, forcing Varal to retreat constantly. It was clear he was dominating the fight. Seeing this, I felt relieved.

Turning my head, the disfigured man continued speaking: “It doesn’t matter who I am, Miss Silvija. I want to discuss something with you. I think we…”

I immediately interrupted him: “There’s nothing to discuss. You’ve already lost, surrender.”

The disfigured man smiled, though it made his already terrifying face even more frightening.

“You just want to ensure your brother’s safety, right? Coincidentally, I don’t want anything to happen to the Crown Prince either. While there’s still a chance to resolve this, can we stop fighting?”

“But you’ve already lost.”

“That’s not certain.”

Suddenly, shouts came from the side.

“Ah—!”

“Witch—”

I turned my head and saw three soldiers charging towards me, trembling. They were covered in ice shards, their faces pale, their bodies so stiff they could barely lift their swords. Their expressions were filled with fear and a strange determination, as if their screams were meant to bolster their own courage.

I frowned impatiently.

These people, judging by their eyes, had already lost their will to fight. The courage they displayed now was merely to avoid being deserters. Such enemies no longer had any meaning in combat.

With a light flick of my short scythe, I deflected their attack. I lifted my leg, and with three thuds, the soldiers flew backward, landing in the snow. Whether or not they were unconscious, I knew they wouldn’t rise again.

I glanced over and saw the disfigured man lunging towards me.

Ha, talking about stopping the fight, yet still thinking of taking advantage… I’d have to be naive to believe you.

I held my left hand level with my chest.

Boom—

Ice mist burst forth again, surging forward with a roar. The disfigured man was agile, dodging my attack with a sidestep to the left. His right arm bulged with muscle, and his short sword slashed upward with a thunderous force.

Damn it, where’s he aiming!

I took a step forward, holding my short scythe in mid-air for a feint, then quickly retracting my attack. My right foot instantly transformed into a deep blue whip hammer, kicking towards his right wrist.

The disfigured man reacted too slowly and was hit instantly. His wrist was almost bent in half, with broken bone fragments protruding. His short sword flew out several meters away.

In the next moment, the short scythe was raised again.

Swish!

The blade sliced down from the disfigured man’s left shoulder, sliding effortlessly across his chest, leaving a deep, bone-revealing wound. Thick blood splattered on my face and froze immediately, white frost spreading from his wound.

“Cough—”

Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

The success was unexpectedly smooth, but I felt a surge of tension instead.

I originally thought his agility would allow him to dodge, and I had already planned follow-up moves. But he didn’t dodge or evade, moving clumsily, enduring the strike… Was it because his severed wrist made him slow? No…

In a split second, I feared the disfigured man might use some dangerous counterattack. I jumped back, creating some distance between us.

But he kept running forward without slowing, his strides agile, as if he hadn’t been injured.

What’s going on? With such severe injuries, how can he still move…

What are you doing? Do you want to throw away your life… No, something’s not right.

When I split open his chest just now, it seemed there was an abnormal red glow inside, as if it was glowing… Bad news, his target is Lafayette!

Realizing this, I immediately raised my hand. The ice spear shot out like an arrow, tearing through the snowflakes with a “whoosh,” moving so fast that it was almost invisible to the naked eye. It pierced through the left shoulder and chest of the disfigured man, leaving behind terrible bloodstains.

The disfigured man stumbled from the force, groaning as he nearly fell to the ground. However, he steadied himself in a bizarre posture and got back up, continuing to run silently, his speed increasing rather than decreasing, closing the distance with Lafayette rapidly.

I felt a sense of unease, looking at Valar who was engaged in combat with Lafayette. Suddenly, I remembered that he had been pierced by an ice spear in his shoulder not long ago. That injury… could be considered quite severe.

Under normal circumstances, even a battle-hardened warrior would grit their teeth in pain, turn pale, and their movements would be affected. However, Valar, despite being at a disadvantage in the fight and having several new sword wounds on him, his actions were completely unaffected.

Things seemed to be beyond imagination, but… now was not the time to worry about so much.

Snow fell heavily, and the daylight gradually dimmed.

Glancing hastily at the entire battlefield, the city guards, whose morale had already broken, were scattered across the snowy plain. They had already been charged and killed by the guards, blood staining the ground, and people’s hearts were chilled. Even those who swung their swords in resistance posed limited threat under the stern vigilance of the guards.

More soldiers were slowly gathering around Edward. Someone was helping him up, half-relying on the damaged rear part of the carriage, and he was gesturing and talking to the soldiers. The distance was too far for me to hear clearly, but it seemed he was trying to reorganize them.

As for my side, no one dared to approach any longer.

Next, as long as these annoying assassins were dealt with…

Having roughly assessed the current situation, I took a deep breath, changing my steps and rushing forward with continuous Moon Step. The fierce wind roared by my ears, stinging my face. In the next moment, my figure blocked the path of the disfigured man.

“Don’t think you can get past.”

The disfigured man finally stopped, a nasty smile appearing on his face once again.

“Hahaha!”

I frowned, then heard footsteps.

“Leader—”

“Surround her! Surround her! You guys go around from the right… damn, how did things get this way…”

From the rear flank, over ten black-robed assassins bypassed the guard line and charged out from the chaotic battlefield straight towards me.

“Don’t come closer! You can’t defeat her!” The disfigured man shouted loudly at them, “Throw the black balls—!”

The approaching assassins paused for a moment, their movements hesitating. The disfigured man continued, “There’s no more hesitation! If we delay any longer, Scarlids will arrive, and then none of us will be able to escape—Throw the black balls!”

Damn you!

Taking two steps forward, the sickle roared as it swung towards the disfigured man. He still didn’t dodge, his eyes showing fierce intent, raising his severed arm to block.

Can you block it?

Clang—

A cold light flashed, and the severed forearm flew skyward.

At the same time, several small black spheres flew towards my head. My heart jolted as I recognized these as the items Valar had tried to use against me before.

A flash of white-hot light, and in the next instant—

Boom, boom, boom!

The spheres exploded in mid-air, sending a wave of grayish-white smoke toward me. At the last moment, I pushed forward with my right foot, leaping out several meters away, narrowly avoiding the cloud of smoke.

After stabilizing myself, I stared in horror at the disfigured man, now enveloped in the fog. He shouted, “Valar!! Stop hesitating, kill him—!”

“Ah—!!!”

On the battlefield beside me, Valar suddenly went berserk, spreading his arms and charging forward suicidally. Lafayette, sensing the danger, quickly stepped back, but it was too late.

“Thrust!”

The longsword pierced through Valar’s chest, yet his face showed no signs of pain. Instead, he grinned wickedly, raising his hand.

Boom!

Gray smoke exploded on Lafayette’s face, and Valar urgently leaned forward, inhaling deeply from the smoke.

“Haha… Haha…”

Boom—

Crimson flames burst from his chest.