Chương 138: Kill!

"The light of the Divine shines upon the world. The merciful and the kind shall be blessed. Dispelling all darkness in the world. Universal love inspires mankind." The women of the choir sang in unison as waves of Light magic radiated outward. However, they were no longer able to pour 100% of their energy into singing as they had at the beginning; instead, they all opened their eyes, watching the distant battlefield with growing fear.

"ROAAAR!!" After consuming the potion, Li Qinwu emitted a furious, wild roar. Werewolf Serum: Upon consumption, removes all negative status conditions for 10 seconds and surges strength by 200%. Rapidly drains stamina afterward. Has a chance to induce werewolf transformation, explosive body hair growth, liver and kidney failure, and reduced color perception. With love, from Hero Leon. His heart transformed into an engine, driving the blood through his body at breakneck speed.

His adrenal medulla kicked into frenzy mode, dumping massive amounts of adrenaline into his bloodstream to be carried everywhere by his surging blood. Pain was banished, his muscles expanded violently, and Li Qinwu felt himself bursting with terrifying power. His Vitality attribute instantly doubled, reaching 50! His eyes burned blood-red. He felt as though he could slaughter every enemy present, but he knew this was only temporary—this state would last for little more than ten seconds.

Supercharged by the potion, Li Qinwu didn't waste time tangling with the Paladins; he shoved aside the enemies blocking his path and charged directly toward the choir. The muscles in his thighs and glutes tightened like solid stone. Every footstep sank deep into the dirt, leaping four or five meters with every stride. A feral gleam flickered in his bloodshot eyes as he locked his gaze onto the choir a thousand meters ahead.

"Block him! Stop him, quick!!" Knight Captain Tor screamed at the top of his lungs, shoving away the soldiers supporting him and taking the lead to give chase after Li Qinwu. The other Paladins snapped out of it as well, sprinting with all their might to catch up. But right at that moment, four thunderous detonations suddenly echoed from afar, driving a storm of steel balls into the Paladin ranks and instantly cutting down dozens of men.

Goblin-Boom had led his artillerymen, braving the oppressive Light magic in the air, to expend the very last of their strength firing this final salvo. Goblin-Boom collapsed weakly beside the field gun. His respiratory tract was completely swollen and blocked from thermal burns; having fired that last shot through pure willpower, he had not a shred of strength remaining. The canister shot wiped out more than half of the remaining Paladins in an instant. Even more lay howling on the ground.

Their morale suffered a catastrophic blow—no one cared to chase Li Qinwu anymore; everyone scrambled to flee for their lives. A musket ball grazed Knight Captain Tor's thigh, tearing open his leg muscle and sending him crashing to the dirt in a pained scream. Unable to pursue any further, he could only watch with bloodshot eyes as that monster drew closer to the choir. Li Qinwu had gone completely insane; his only target was the choir singing ahead.

These damn enemies sang in synchronized devotion to the Goddess of Life. Concentrated Light magic surged outward from their formation. The closer he drew to the choir, the denser the Light magic grew, feeding the flames burning across his body and intensifying the excruciating pain. In that moment, Li Qinwu could almost smell roasted meat wafting from his own body, but the Werewolf Serum rendered him immune to all pain, allowing him to charge forward as a living torch!

700 meters, 500 meters, 400 meters, 300 meters. As he closed the distance, the choir members' voices began to tremble. Their eyes widened in horror as they watched the burning monster rushing toward them.

"No!" Knight Captain Tor dragged his broken leg, unable to catch up no matter how hard he tried, letting out a gut-wrenching scream. 200 meters, 100 meters! Li Qinwu pulled the final explosive barrel from his inventory, using the flames on his own body to ignite the fuse. Holding the side of the barrel with one hand and supporting the base with the other, he hurled it forward with all his might— a throw that could pierce the stars!

Launching from the human artillery piece that was Li Qinwu, the barrel acted like a heavy shell, crossing a distance of 100 meters in a graceful arc through the air before slamming squarely into the center of the choir, flattening one of the young women. The explosive barrel weighed a full 13 kilograms; the unlucky girl hit by it didn't even make a sound before her bones were shattered and she died on the spot. Chaos erupted among the choir members. Though terrified, they continued singing with trembling voices.

They were components of the magic array; if they stopped singing, the entire spell circle would be disrupted. They had been educated to keep singing without flinching, even if mountains collapsed before them. Exhausting every drop of strength to hurl the explosive barrel, the effects of the Werewolf Serum wore off right on cue. His surge of power vanished instantly, replaced by a profound wave of weakness surging from the depths of his soul.

Compounded by the momentum of his all-out throw, he lost his balance, tumbling onto the ground and rolling forward twice. Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator. Li Qinwu lost virtually all capacity for movement, his body limp with exhaustion, yet his charred face bore a triumphant grin. He parted his lips and whispered softly: "3, 2, 1!" BOOM!!! A violent detonation reverberated as the ground shook violently.

The barrel exploded directly within the tightly packed choir, throwing torn limbs into the air. The beautiful harmony vanished in the roar, replaced by a chaotic chorus of screams. The casualties from that single barrel were catastrophic. All 100 members of the choir were caught in the blast, the point-blank explosion inflicting fatal wounds upon everyone. Those closest to the epicenter were torn into bloody rain, while those further out suffered ruptured internal organs and collapsed into motionless heaps.

The entire 100-woman choir was practically wiped out in an instant!

"Hahaha... cough, cough, cough..." Li Qinwu burst into wild laughter. He could feel it—the concentration of Light magic in the air was receding at a staggering speed! Other elemental manas were rapidly flooding into the area, diluting the concentrated Light magic. Before long, atmospheric mana levels in this zone would return to normal!

"NO!!" Knight Captain Tor let out a agonizing cry. He watched as a fireball tore through the choir, black smoke swallowing the beautiful figure he cared for most. When the smoke cleared, Saintess Vivienne lay motionless on the ground, like a withered flower. Knight Captain Tor felt as if his soul had been shattered to pieces, his life stripped of all meaning. Falling to his knees, tears streaming down his face, he stared blankly at the figure blown to the dirt.

Yet, perhaps blessed by the Goddess of Life, that delicate figure actually struggled and scrambled back to her feet! Saintess Vivienne sat on her knees, blood trickling from her eyes and nose, seemingly disoriented. Coughing up blood, her eyes caught sight of a shredded corpse on the ground. Unbelieving, she looked around—only to see the dead bodies of her choir sisters strewn everywhere!

"Everyone..." Vivienne felt as though struck by lightning, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her heart tore with unbearable agony. Her sisters, who had shared laughter and joy with her only moments ago, were now cold, broken corpses. Why? Why did this have to happen?! In her grief, Vivienne suddenly sensed a gaze upon her. Turning her head instantly, her eyes locked with Knight Captain Tor hundreds of meters away.

"Tor..." Vivienne was as helpless as an injured kitten, reaching her hand out toward Tor.

"Vivienne..." Knight Captain Tor reached out his hand in response. Two souls in love intertwined in that moment, seeing only each other through the smoke and blood. What sincere love, what a tragic romance—yet in the very next instant, BANG! A cloud of blood erupted from Vivienne's shoulder, and she collapsed with a shriek. Tor's pupils shrank to pinpricks. He looked toward Li Qinwu, who had been burned almost to a cinder; the monster was somehow sitting upright on the ground, holding an unfamiliar weapon.

"Fuck your mother! I knew you bastards were hard to kill!" Li Qinwu roared in his heart, discarding the empty musket and pulling a fresh one from his inventory, struggling to prop it up to aim.

"Vivienne! RUN!!" Tor shouted at the top of his lungs. At such a distance, Vivienne couldn't hear him, but she was no fool and snapped back to reality. Li Qinwu's intent to kill was far too overwhelming. Clutching her bleeding shoulder, Vivienne scrambled and stumbled away from the field. She couldn't run quickly; the point-blank blast had inflicted severe internal injuries on her. Under normal circumstances, Li Qinwu could easily land a headshot.

But now, his physical condition was absolute garbage; even holding the firearm with both hands, he trembled like a Parkinson's patient. Worse still, the severe side-effects of the Werewolf Serum set in: tunnel vision crept inward from the edges of his sight, cutting off nearly 40% of his field of vision. After a long time aiming, he pulled the trigger. BANG! As expected, the shot missed, kicking up a patch of dirt beside Vivienne. Startled, Vivienne kept running forward.

She felt as though a dire wolf were stalking her from behind, pouring every fiber of its being into executing her. It was the first time in her life experiencing such terrifying murderous intent, nearly frightening her out of her wits. Li Qinwu tossed aside the empty musket and pulled his very last firearm from the inventory. This was his final shot; he spent a long time lining up the sight. Yet the longer he aimed, the worse his condition degraded.

Strength drained continuously, the barrel shook faster, and the tunnel vision widened—60% of his vision was now shrouded in darkness, his head ringing as if hovering on the brink of sudden death. He couldn't even summon the focus to activate Dynamic Vision; it consumed mental energy, and he was a hair's breadth away from passing out cold. The moment the rear and front sights aligned with the fleeing silhouette, Li Qinwu pulled the trigger, firing his third shot, before slowly lowering the barrel. Missed.

Li Qinwu sighed, feeling a sense of helplessness as he watched her figure recede into the distance. If such a dangerous enemy escaped now, she would return even better prepared next time. He wouldn't be able to sleep soundly for a long time to come. Just as the thought crossed his mind, rapid footsteps sounded in his ears. Immediately after, a figure bolted past Li Qinwu, sprinting toward the fleeing Saintess Vivienne. Stunned for a moment, Li Qinwu fixed his gaze on the figure.

The person wore standard Horned-Crocodile leather armor, a vise helmet, and carried a musket equipped with a bayonet—the textbook attire of a goblin musketeer. The only detail setting him apart from other goblins was the hand-cannon strapped to his waist! Hand-cannons were reserved exclusively for company commanders and above in the Punishment Army. Yet his attire was that of a rank-and-file soldier. In the entire army, only one person who wasn't an officer possessed a hand-cannon.

"Kanda!" Li Qinwu shouted in excitement. Indeed, the one charging after Saintess Vivienne was Kanda! When the battle began, Kanda had tried his absolute best to keep up with Li Qinwu, but as a mere Tier-3 troop, the overwhelming Light magic had rendered every step a agonizing ordeal. Later, a Paladin had smashed a mace into his helmet, knocking him out cold.

By the time he finally recovered from the concussion and got back on his feet, he saw Li Qinwu charging the choir as a human torch and throwing the explosive barrel. Following the massive detonation, the Light magic dispersed rapidly, allowing normal ambient mana to flood back in, and Kanda gradually regained control over his body. Overjoyed, Kanda stood up to join the fight with his comrades and finish off the remaining enemies—until he heard musket shots ringing out.

At this stage of chaotic melee, virtually no one had the luxury to reload. His own musket and hand-cannon were completely empty. Where was the gunfire coming from? Looking closely, he realized it was the Boss, sitting on the ground and firing a musket at a fleeing enemy. The Boss was badly injured and had missed twice in a row. That enemy seemed critically important, yet the Boss was struggling to aim his third musket at her. Watching the target flee further away, Kanda grew anxious.

Seeing that the surrounding enemies had panicked and scattered, he leveled his bayonet and charged down the escaping target! Since his musket was empty and he couldn't shoot from afar, he simply lowered the bayonet-mounted musket and sprinted after her with everything he had!

"KILL HER!" Hearing the Boss's weak roar from behind, Kanda picked up even more speed. The frantic figure ahead grew closer and closer. She kept looking back, uttering terrified screams as she scrambled to flee. Kanda could practically smell her terror in the air. Sprinting right behind her, he bellowed in fury:"Die, dog of the False God!" He thrust his musket with vicious force, burying the bayonet deep into Vivienne's back. She let out a shrieking wail as the impact pinned her to the ground.

"Ugh... ah..." Pinned to the dirt by the steel blade, Vivienne choked on blood bubbling from her nose and mouth, her life force draining away rapidly. Her hand tightly clutched the teardrop pendant of purity, as if praying for salvation.

"For the Alliance! For Order! For our fallen warriors!" Kanda planted his foot onto her back, wrenched the bayonet free, and drove it down once more, extinguishing the life of Vivienne, Saintess of the Church of the Goddess of Life.

"No..." Knight Captain Tor cried out in anguish. Gaining hope only to lose it again destroyed his mind—though physical destruction would follow immediately after. Heavy, thundering tremors echoed behind him as Dang-Dang the Ogre charged forward, roaring wildly. Having chased off all the tin-can armor men he could see and unable to catch up to the rest, the only target left in the Ogre's sight was Knight Captain Tor kneeling on the ground.

Striding with clumsy, massive steps, he reached Tor from behind, raised his pickaxe high, and slammed it down with brutal force! CRUNCH! CRUNCH! Knight Captain Tor's bone and blood blended completely into the earth, indistinguishable from the soil.