Chapter 205: Chapter 204: Red-Haired Beautiful Knight
All the knights crushed beneath the giant rock, all the horned beasts burned to death, and all those who saw the bootleg version of “JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure” contributed their pain and power, which flowed into Jima’s body, and then, through the branch axe spear, was fully poured into the inconspicuous little wound on the scalp of the cyclops.
Starting from the small wound that Jima made, invisible power spread outwards; wherever it passed, nerves broke, unbearable pain ensued, muscles twitched, and in their agony, they fled from their bones, collapsing and falling onto the horned beasts below.
In less than three seconds, with a crisp sound, the giant cyclops’s giant eye exploded, and this cyclops directly knelt down, crushing countless horned beasts.
All the pain the cyclops experienced before dying transformed into power and flowed back through the branch axe spear.
Jima was filled with power; with a slight flap of her wings, she appeared in front of another severely injured cyclops with a speed that the naked eye could not capture, swinging her branch axe spear forcefully as the latter hurriedly closed its eyes.
The axe blade only left a shallow red mark on its dirty, tough eyelid—there was no blood, but a massive wave of painful power surged into it.
The original wound of the cyclops immediately ruptured, blood spewing forth, the pain intertwining with all its nerves, feeling as if red-hot knives were plucking out the nerves from its flesh one by one.
The second cyclops let out a baby-like cry towards the distant Mother of Beasts, tears gushing from its giant eye. Then its heart stopped beating, its limbs became weak, and the giant rock fell from its shoulder, causing its body to follow suit and crash to the ground with a violent shake.
A second later, the third injured cyclops fell, followed by the fourth.
Filled with the power of pain, Jima gently kicked her legs, the recoil propelling her to the fifth cyclops, who had yet to react. She spun in the air, and at the final twist, the axe blade buried itself into the cyclops’s scalp.
The pain of the four cyclopses before dying merged into it.
The wound suddenly widened, spreading from the top of the cyclops’s head to its mouth, an invisible force tearing open a bloody gash.
But that was where it stopped.
The fifth cyclops screamed in anguish, dropped the giant rock, and cried out, but it did not die; it swung a hand at Jima above.
Jima was as agile as a fly, bouncing aside to evade the attack.
“Looks like this guy isn’t weak enough; it’s really a pity that I couldn’t kill it outright.”
The more severely injured the enemy, the easier it was for Jima to execute them.
She hadn’t tried to end the lives of the severely injured cyclopses earlier because it was more convenient to reap them all at once.
She hadn’t ordered a charge because the enemy had not yet been provoked into a rage that made them lose their sanity; their formation was still intact.
Dropping the “Potion of Light” was to maximize the kill effect against the chaotic mass of beasts and also to collect the power of their pain.
She drank the potion containing Akarnis’s explosive skill to raise the execution line, continuously reaping the injured cyclopses.
Now was the right time to act, as the military experience of Demon King Jima told her that hurting ten fingers was not as good as severing one. Concentrated, large-scale damage in a short time had the best effect and was the easiest way to shake morale.
The knight formation spearheaded by George crashed into a chaotic mass of horned beasts.
“Bang!”
The heavenly warhorse stomped hard, crushing the skull of a horned beast. The feeling of squashing something transmitted from its hooves was so joyous, as if a heavy burden on its back had successfully lost weight.
The arrival of the knights became the last straw that broke the back of the horned beasts’ herd.
They could not hold on any longer and turned to flee; if a beast blocked their way, they would push, kick, or even strike with their weapons to clear the way, their hooves trampling recklessly on the chests of their fallen comrades. They were merely trying to get far away from the knight riding the tall horse, even if only by a single step.
The knights swung their knight swords like madmen, chopping at the back of the necks of the beasts and stabbing their backs. When their swords dulled, they pulled out their maces and swung down mercilessly.
Jima flapped her wings, looking down and seeing a hundred knights pursuing over a thousand horned beasts. The fleeing beasts rushed down the slope, scattering those beasts down below who were preparing to support them, drawing in other beastmen to join the race to see who was faster compared to the four horse legs.
From Jima’s perspective, it was absurd. The numerous beastmen could easily surround the mere hundred Barato knights if they all turned around at once.
But to every beastman, it all seemed reasonable; everyone was fleeing, and if you dared to stop, you would meet your end beneath the swords of the Barato knights before you could even react.
Moreover, the Barato knights must have displayed tremendous power; otherwise, how could four cyclopses have fallen in an instant, and all the beasts have been charred beneath the light orb?
A wonderful sense of achievement welled up in Jima; she understood why Demon King Jima loved cavalry so much.
This troop had both mobility and impact; as soon as they broke through a little on the battlefield, they could rapidly expand a localized advantage, trampling enemies several times their number underfoot.
The “Potion of Explosion” she had drunk earlier still burned with magical power within her, continuously enhancing her various abilities.
Since this skill came from Akarnis and was not a transcendent ability that Jima mastered, she could not end the “explosion” state early; she could only wait for its duration to end.
A cyclops, with Jima’s axe wound on its head and covered in blood, happened to run past her.
“Perfect, it would be a waste of magic power to just sit idle.”
With a flap of her wings, Jima flew toward the cyclops, presenting a friendly smile, waving her hand and loudly shouting in beast language:
“Hi! Beast! Sorry for giving you such a big cut on your head.”
As a hand swung toward her from the cyclops, Jima merely spun in the air, lightly evading the strike and landing beside its ear.
She yelled into her earhole, which could fit her entire body, “For this! The president of the Wild Beast Protection Society sincerely apologizes.”
Another hand swung toward her; Jima easily dodged again and landed at the other side of its ear.
It was no different from a fly buzzing around someone, flitting here and there.
Seeing the misty pain power in the cyclops’s chest grow denser, Jima shouted into its stinking earhole:
“To make amends, let me sing you a song.”
Before the cyclops could agree, Jima ruthlessly opened her mouth and began singing:
“Two tigers love to dance♪”
“Little rabbit, be good and pull out the radish♪”
The misty pain power in the cyclops’s chest exploded, countless needle-like pain sensations spreading in its heart, and it howled in agony, but instead of covering its chest, it covered its ears with both hands.
Jima circled around it once more and sang, “I learned to walk with the little duck♪”
The out-of-tune song pierced through its hands and into its eardrums, and the cyclops could not help but cry again. Its single eye turned red and watery, and the wound that had stopped bleeding burst open again, with blood dripping continuously along its fur.
Even the unfortunate horned beasts below who heard Jima’s song either dropped their weapons to cover their beast ears or collapsed to the ground pale, foaming at the mouth, while some horned beasts poked their earholes with their fingers frantically.
Seeing this, Jima felt even happier and lifted her neck to hit a high note: “Childhood~~ is the best~~ gift~~~~♪”
“Enough! (Elvish language)”
Several crossbow bolts gleamed as they shot toward Jima, who quickly dodged while using “Supernatural Charm” to deflect the projectiles.
However, these were no ordinary crossbow bolts but ones launched by dark elf runic crossbows, carrying immense power that was difficult to deflect.
One crossbow bolt grazed Jima’s face, the green poison mist on the arrow blade seemed alive, burrowing into her shallow wound, causing her face to turn green and her limbs to go numb.
A mature woman’s voice sounded: “Shut up.”
Jima quickly turned to look at the source of the voice.
Just in time, she saw a tall figure jumping from the cyclops, the purple-black breastplate striking her face, the dark elf knight raised both hands high with a sword, slashing down toward Jima.
Jima could not dodge in time, one sword stroke severed her in two, a poorly made wooden puppet replacing her, breaking in half before the blade.
Jima appeared twenty meters away in mid-air, covering her discolored face, angrily staring at the attacker below.
It was none other than the dark elf Barsa, her figure mature, with long red hair fluttering in the air, and her shapely legs half-enclosed in purple-black greaves, revealing her taut calf.
The two women stared at each other, and upon seeing Barsa’s face, much of Jima’s anger dissipated, dropping from wanting to make her pay with blood to wanting flesh for flesh.
But this was not the time for lust.
Jima knew there were still despicable dark elves hiding in the shadows aiming at her with runic crossbows.
Although she could fly, the numbness was spreading to her wings, and the duration of “explosion” was coming to an end; soon, she would be a piece of meat ready to be slaughtered.
Following her prepared escape plan, she immediately diverted her gaze to the hurrying herd of horned beasts below, locking onto a horned beast that was rushing toward the forest; with the boost of “explosion,” her extraordinary range had also increased.
The luckless horned beast locked on by Jima was forcibly pulled into a dream, abruptly stopping its hooves, its eyes slightly closing, with a pale white “dream balloon” appearing above its head, like a speech balloon from a comic book.
Jima dived into the beast’s dream, and her form immediately vanished, several crossbow bolts whizzing through the air where she once stood.
In the dreamy white haze, in this horned beast’s dream, Jima hid inside; just as she entered, the duration of “explosion” ended. It felt as if her bones had been hollowed out, a wave of weakness surged over her, and her legs went limp, collapsing to the ground.
Jima’s hands trembled as she fished out a green potion from her belt, swallowing it down; the spreading numbness throughout her body eased significantly.
“Ah, luckily I ran fast.” Jima stood up, raising her hand, ready to tear open the boundary between dream and reality and slip back to Adolf, resting for a few days at the Red Mill.
Only when she felt her hands were a bit light did Jima remember.
Oh, where’s the cat?
Oh, it seemed she had given it to George.
In such chaos, could George take good care of the cat?
Forget it; she could take care of herself; who would pay attention to a fat cat on the battlefield?
As Jima tore through the dream, she saw a black-and-white dream filled with gray mist when suddenly, an invisible net ensnared her, pulling her outward.
In the black-and-white world, it instantly transformed into a swaying, colorful world of reality, the sensation of waking from the dream overwhelming her mind.
Her thoughts became foggy, and only when her nose touched the ground did she realize she had been pulled back into the real world.
What was happening?
The herd of horned beasts was running beside her, the ground trembling. Jima looked up to see an enraged cyclops lifting a giant rock, its arms straining to crush her.
