Chapter 380: Knight Feast (Part 1)

“World-destroying? A total mess.”

Samimi had already seen through the operating principles of this high-level fire spell.

Fire magic has always pursued simplicity, brutality, and overwhelming firepower. Even for advanced spells, this rule holds true.

So-called “world-destroying” was likely just a method of draining all mana, condensing it into a massive high-pressure sphere, then forcibly tearing open a gap to let the compressed fire elements erupt like a torrent, forming an attack pattern similar to a beam cannon.

After all, not everyone can compress mana like the White-haired Witch Bemore.

Ordinary mages can’t achieve extreme compression, so they rely on methods that approximate physical laws to force a “pseudo-compression.”

“Crack—boom! Boom!“

Sure enough, just as Samimi had analyzed.

A small crack suddenly appeared on the surface of the massive fire sphere, and the churning flames inside surged toward her like lava erupting from a volcano.

The way Samimi chose to respond was with her most basic Rose skill.

“Holy Rose Phantom Sword.“

Crimson mana rapidly condensed into a floating sword.

As her mana intensity increased, her most basic Rose skill grew alongside it.

Using the lowest-level spell to counter the strongest spell—this feeling was even more satisfying.

This Holy Rose Phantom Sword almost instantly drained eighty percent of Samimi’s mana.

The flying sword expanded rapidly, transforming into a three-meter-long floating holy rose greatsword covered in thorns.

The next moment, the entire thorn forest of the Gemini Goddess Domain stirred simultaneously, twisting behind the greatsword to form a massive thorn spring.

“Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!“

In an instant, the super-massive thorn spring launched the Holy Rose Greatsword at full force!

How can you primitive mages from another world compete with me, a modern transmigrator, in physics?

This Thorn Spring technique of Samimi’s was also, at its core, the purest physical manipulation.

She used kinetic energy to forcefully shoot the Holy Rose Greatsword.

Of course, she directly stole the inspiration for this move from Ophika, the Sword Maiden’s, Black Sword ultimate technique.

But they were all members of the Holy Word Society, so borrowing it was fine.

Even though Samimi herself had almost forgotten that she still had the identity of “Holy Words Holy Maiden.”

She even had the Holy Words Holy Maiden badge, the highest-level identity symbol of the Church.

It was just that this identity was too secret; no one knew about it.

She couldn’t use it to show off, nor could she use it to pretend to be weak. It had probably long been tossed into the corner of Niubao’s storage space along with her pile of junk.

As for the result of the spell collision, Samimi didn’t even bother to look.

The Holy Rose Greatsword cut through the flame beam from the center like slicing fruit, easily piercing it.

The black-robed mage was drenched in sweat, pupils constricted, face full of disbelief.

His strongest spell had been so effortlessly cut open.

“Boom!“

The world-destroying fire sphere lost balance instantly, exploding like fragile paper, shattering at a touch.

The scattered flames ignited everything around.

“H… how is that possible…”

The black-robed mage’s body went stiff, his spell forcibly broken, causing mana backlash. His mind felt like countless steel needles had pierced it.

As always, Samimi had conducted extremely systematic targeted training against fire attack spells.

She understood fire even better than most fire mages.

She had even developed the Double-Sided Thorn Wall capable of withstanding Double Explosive Armor-Piercing Dragon Shells.

Now these ordinary fire mages were still throwing Big Fireballs and Fire Rays at her—no different from throwing pebbles.

“Impossible! I can’t lose! How can I lose!?”

The black-robed mage bled from all seven orifices but still roared, forcibly overloading the remaining mana in his body to activate a final Flame Shield.

“Holy Flame Enchantment.“

Samimi elegantly raised her runic staff, at the last moment applying a legendary-level Holy Flame enchantment to her Holy Rose Greatsword.

When fire clashed, it was always a matter of rank.

Higher-ranked fire naturally crushed lower-ranked fire.

The black-robed mage’s final Flame Shield was as fragile as paper before the Holy Flame, shattering on contact.

In the past, the Holy Rose Phantom Sword wasn’t strong enough to withstand enchantment.

But now that the magic sword’s strength was sufficient, she could naturally continue stacking enchantments on her magical weapon.

This was the true meaning of “magic upon magic.”

“Ah!“

But Samimi didn’t kill him.

She simply gave a slight flick of her wrist, altering the sword’s trajectory.

The Holy Flame Rose Greatsword grazed past the black-robed mage’s side, slicing off his entire staff-wielding arm with a single blow.

The black-robed mage fell to his knees, convulsing in pain.

But the severed arm had been cauterized by the Holy Flame, forcibly stopping the bleeding.

“Don’t worry. I’m a nun. I keep the vow against killing.”

Samimi smiled gently, as sweetly as a good person.

“I promised not to kill you. You can go.”

The black-robed mage said nothing, only glaring at her with venomous eyes, struggling to turn and leave.

He certainly wouldn’t thank her.

But just as he turned, a black shadow flashed by.

The arriving Beastman Nun casually ran him through with a knife, like kicking a stray dog on the roadside, stacking a kill, then continued chasing down the other slave knights without looking back.

The black-robed mage fell to the ground, clutching his abdomen with one hand, blood gushing.

“Y… you said… you wouldn’t kill me…”

“I said I wouldn’t kill you.”

Samimi dismissed the Twin Goddess Statue, her smile kind.

“I can’t guarantee others won’t kill you. I’m not a god.”

The black-robed mage stared at her, finally breathing his last.

This guy was completely insane, beyond saving.

Throughout their journey, they had encountered many evil knights, but most were just cannon fodder.

But this black-robed mage was different.

He was a true evil mage.

He could burn down an entire city with a single spell, killing countless innocents.

A madman like this was more dangerous than hundreds of evil knights combined.

So he had to die.

He could never be allowed to escape.

“It’s over.”

Samimi stood beside the black-robed mage’s corpse, confirming he had completely stopped breathing, before finally turning to leave.

Before leaving, she also picked up the Blackwood Staff he had dropped.

Whether it was powerful or not didn’t matter; she’d loot the drop first.

“Whoa~“

Samimi made her way back to regroup with her teammates.

Along the way, the ground was littered with corpses and rivers of blood.

The fire had spread completely, and the entire Green Peach Grove was blazing, flames devouring this land of sin.

Her teammates had already been waiting outside the Green Peach Grove for some time.

Three teammates.

Three hundred skeleton knights.

And over a hundred newly rescued slave girls of various races and styles.

All the guests in the Green Peach Grove had been killed, and the madam was dead.

All accomplices who had committed crimes were executed.

Only the maids, chefs, and other peripheral workers were spared.

But these hangers-on who relied on the powerful to survive were not under the protection of the Revenge Squad.

Whether they could get home alive depended on their own luck.

Even for these unarmed non-combatant villains, Fabiana only used her skeletal knights to execute them at range.

After all, as long as she didn’t kill up close, her sanity would decrease more slowly, and her guilt would be less.

“When the knight’s spirit is no longer useful, we should raise our knight sword and cut down all the evil in the world, leaving a pure white land.”

Fabiana murmured words bordering on obsession.

“You shouldn’t have let those workers go. They’ll reveal our position.”

Veronica said coldly.

“Still a knight who is indecisive at heart.”

Samimi walked back leaning on her runic staff, carrying the Blackwood Staff she had just taken, looking at the large group of slave girls standing full behind them, and asked seriously:

“What should we do with these girls?”

It was the first time she had seen so many different kinds of beautiful girls at once, and she even subconsciously had some stray strange thoughts.

“Knowing her personality, she’ll definitely want to save them all, right?” Veronica sneered mockingly.

“This place is not safe to stay.” Samimi looked around.

“I’ve already talked to them. They were panicked at first, but when I said the Church was here to save them, they calmed down a lot and are willing to follow us.” Fabiana said.

“Ha, it’s rare for the Church to play a positive role.”

Samimi smiled, then frowned again.

“But so many kids—how are we going to settle them?”

“I can contact the people at the Golden Building to help arrange things. But before that, we need a place that can hold over a hundred people.” Veronica said.

“Is there a town nearby?” Samimi asked.

“A normal town can’t accommodate so many people, and it would disrupt local order. But I know a place. Let’s go there first.”

Veronica had clearly thought it through.

With that said, the large group marched out of the bamboo forest.

The sinful Green Peach Grove was completely reduced to ashes in the blazing fire.

Samimi followed behind Fabiana, watching her silent and quiet back. At that moment, she felt a pressure of authority.

As if she had truly become a little follower.

But instead, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly. She didn’t feel offended at all; instead, she found it more and more interesting.

Who would be unhappy because their teammate got stronger?

Only those petty and narrow-minded people.

But Samimi was known for being broad-minded and never holding grudges overnight.

The group traveled all night, running for most of the night, moving from one bamboo forest to another.

Deep in the bamboo forest was an abandoned armory, which allowed everyone to rest temporarily.

Of course, it was barely a roof over their heads, hardly comfortable.

But these slave girls had long been conditioned not to resist.

Wherever they were told to go, they went, without a single complaint.

For them, it might have just been moving from one cage to a slightly better one.

The Revenge Squad could save their bodies with brute strength.

But they couldn’t save their souls.

At least not in a short time.

“Niuniu, we’ll go to the neighboring town to buy supplies, and I’ll also write letters to call for help. Relying on just the four of us, we can’t settle so many people.”

Veronica continued to prove her value, filling in the team’s most lacking logistical capabilities.

Without this miss assassin, Samimi didn’t know how this Revenge Squad would advance in the West Sea.

With her lazy attitude, she’d probably be crawling around in the wilderness.

Veronica and Mino left the abandoned armory and headed to a nearby town to purchase supplies.

They needed to buy food for over a hundred people.

Fortunately, Niubao had a Void Storage Ring; otherwise, they couldn’t have carried so much stuff.

Samimi and Fabiana dragged two chairs and sat side by side on the crumbling wall of the abandoned armory, quietly looking at the bamboo forest in the distance.