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"BOOM————!"
Amidst an impact strong enough to shake the ground, a loud noise erupted as a High-Class Devil, transformed into a cannonball, heavily crashed down, embedding itself into a shattered crater.
The sudden commotion caused everyone on the battlefield, whether from the Knight Order or the Demon King's Army, to turn their attention toward it, their eyes wide with shock.
"Wh…what?"
Especially Claire and Rain, who witnessed this scene firsthand, were completely unable to react.
When they finally regained their composure, everyone noticed. In the air, where Bagra had originally been, a figure now hovered, standing as if on solid ground, facing the wind.
"You…!"
Looking at the figure dressed in black, wearing a face covering that completely obscured their features, Claire and Rain also widened their eyes in astonishment.
Not just Claire and Rain, but even the members of the Knight Order seemed to recognize this black-clothed person, and a commotion began to stir.
Ignoring the surrounding noise, Fang Li looked down at the collapsed crater with a cold, detached gaze.
"Boom————!"
With an explosive sound, the rubble covering the crater was blown away by a tremendous impact. The High-Class Devil named Bagra appeared there, glaring furiously into the air.
"You…!"Bagra roared in anger.
"How dare you kick High-Class Devil Bagra Sama with your foot?!"
Facing the wrath of the High-Class Devil, the monsters of the Demon King's Army began to tremble in fear.
After all, unlike humans, the Demon King's Army consisted of various monsters with a strict hierarchy. Facing the anger of a High-Class Devil, second only to the Demon King's Army Leader, they instinctively felt terror.
Even the elite members of the Knight Order gripped their weapons tightly, their expressions grave, as they sensed the vicious aura gradually emanating from Bagra's body.
Only Fang Li, without saying a word, looked down at the Devil standing in the crater from his elevated position.
His hand slowly grasped the waning moon dagger. His gaze was extremely calm. The lofty posture and unwavering figure, in the eyes of others, became a complete act of disdain toward the opponent.
Instantly, Bagra flew into a rage.
"A mere lowly creature, how dare you look at this Sir with such eyes?!"
Vicious magical power surged around Bagra's body.
"I will devour your soul! No! I will drag your soul into hell! Torture you every day! Make you suffer unbearable pain! Force you to scream in despair! After tormenting your soul until it's no longer human, I'll trample it into pieces and feed it to lower-class Devils as rations!"
"Let me show you what happens when you offend High-Class Devil Bagra-sama…!"
The words that followed were never spoken.
No.
It should be said that Bagra was unable to speak them.
"Chī————!"
Amidst the faint sound of breaking space, Fang Li's figure transformed into a bullet fired from a gun, descending from the sky at an astonishing speed, suddenly leaping in front of the furious Bagra.
His ice-blue Mystic Eyes locked onto Bagra.
"You talk too much…"
These were the last words Bagra heard.
"Flashing Scabbard— Illusionary Prison Monk…"
Countless blade lights suddenly appeared, transforming into countless slashes that enveloped Bagra.
"PūChī PūChī PūChī PChī PūChī————!"
The sound of sharp blades piercing through flesh echoed incessantly.
Under the countless slashes, the towering body of the High-Class Devil, second only to the Demon King's Army Leader, was directly cut into countless pieces.
Blood sprayed into the sky. Flesh piled up on the ground. At this moment, all sounds on the battlefield vanished.
Only stunned gazes remained in the eyes of the Knight Order and the Demon King's Army, lingering for a long time.
Claire was left speechless.
Rain was left speechless.
Even Iris, standing on the mountainside and witnessing this scene from afar, was left speechless.
The battlefield was enveloped in silence.
Thus, the flesh piled in the crater began to turn to ash. Thus, the blood scattered all around became pungent.
As if replacing Bagra's position, Fang Li stood there.
He turned around, his pair of ice-blue Mystic Eyes shimmering with a chilly light, gazing toward the Demon King's Army.
...
"Thud…" With the last monster's corpse heavily falling to the ground, the slaughter on the battlefield finally came to a halt.
Led by Claire and accompanied by Rain, the entire Knight Order of the Royal Capital, along with the Adventurers who had rushed to the battlefield, stared at the scene before them, engulfed in shock.
The monstrous army, which had surged like a black tide, was now completely wiped out.
They had all turned into piles of flesh and corpses, filling the entire battlefield, devoid of any anger.
And there stood the figure dressed in black, shrouded in a face covering, amidst the sea of corpses and blood, with its back turned to everyone from the Royal Capital.
In their hand, the waning moon dagger slowly dripped with blood, dyeing the ground red.
"Is this a joke…" Someone's voice broke the silence.
However, that was merely the first thought that arose in everyone's mind. No one wanted to believe the scene before them.
"Did… did he really take down the entire Demon King's Army by himself…?" A trembling voice echoed from a corner.
This was the fundamental reason everyone was so shocked. That was an entire Demon King's Army.
Even the Knight Order of the Royal Capital had been pushed back under unfavorable conditions, nearly facing total annihilation from this monstrous horde.
To think that such a formidable army could be slaughtered from start to finish by a single person, without any resistance?
Who would believe that?
But whether they believed it or not, it had nothing to do with the person involved.
Casting a glance toward Claire and Rain, Fang Li lifted his foot and began to leave the battlefield.
"Wait… wait a moment!" Claire finally reacted, stepping forward and shouting.
"Who are you?! Where is Princess Iris?!"
The only response to Claire was a nonchalant voice.
"I'm just a daring thief. And your princess will return home by herself, no need to worry."
With that, Fang Li's figure vanished like the wind, sweeping out of the battlefield.
Leaving behind a group of elites from the Royal Capital, staring at the mountain of corpses and blood, unable to speak for a long time.
...
After distancing himself from the battlefield of the Royal Capital, Fang Li returned to the high ground.
There, Iris, holding the Holy Sword, seemed to be waiting for Fang Li's return, standing at the foot of the mountain, her clear eyes filled with respect and admiration.
That gaze was as if she were looking at a revered hero, shining with brilliance.
And that gaze also reminded others that despite her nobility, Iris was still a young girl of not yet thirteen.
"Um… um…!" At that moment, Iris spoke to Fang Li with a hint of excitement in her voice.
However, Fang Li seemed intent on obliterating the girl's admiration and spoke directly.
"I'm leaving; you should hurry back."
(End Of This Chapter)