A saintess? She's just a bad woman.

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"So, young emperor, thank me. I will use the holy sword to defeat the demon general and the enemy for you. You just need to sit quietly in the palace and wait for news of my triumphant return."

Saint Karina did not help Brenda, knowing that the latter would limp back to the palace on her own.

She reached out her hand, calmed her mind, and connected with the power within the unsealing stone. A clear light emanated from her hand, and the fist-sized stone seemed to be transformed into tiny molecular particles, entering Saint Karina's body.

This process lasted about two or three minutes, until the stone in my hand turned into a useless ordinary stone with only impurities remaining.

She closed her eyes and recited a mysterious incantation.

The power hidden within his body was awakened, transforming into silvery, mercury-like bands of light that eventually formed a magnificent and massive magic circle beneath his feet.

The ultimate power of a mage is a hundred star vortexes, divided into ten ranks. Countless elemental energies surge into Saint Karina's body, her white hair dances in the wind, and she is as beautiful as a goddess.

The door opened.

The cold wind carried the stench unique to the monster tide, and twisted shadows danced in the darkness by the door. The sky was ablaze with the highest level of red warning smoke, signifying that the most severe monster tide had arrived.

"Mother……"

"elder sister……"

The alleyways were filled with all sorts of noises late at night, turning what should have been a quiet night into a noisy one.

"Help……"

The guards who were supposed to maintain order had disappeared, and the air was filled with mournful wails.

The night is very unfriendly to humans, with visibility not exceeding thirty meters, but for demons, the night does not pose any trouble whatsoever.

"Haha... Look what I found! A cute little mouse!"

The shadow by the door finally revealed its outline: a tall, imposing monster with a blue face and fangs, bearing the distinctive horns of a demon, wielding a massive spiked club as its weapon. It was at least three meters tall and required one to stoop to enter the underground passage.

Following behind him were other demon soldiers, about 2.4 meters tall, probably the most ordinary soldiers.

"Since when has even a demon squad leader dared to bark at me?"

Saint Karina remained indifferent, showing no extra emotion despite the demons finding the entrance to the underground sanctuary.

She was actually a little annoyed. If it were five hundred years ago, how could these stinking demons be worthy of stepping into the holy land of the Eternal God Cult?

"Haha... I think you're scared out of your wits. With your skinny arms and legs, and without any armor, if I hit you with my stick, you'll turn into mincemeat."

The pot-bellied, blue-faced, fanged monster completely disregarded Saint Karina, laughing loudly and without a care in the world.

"Watch me break your legs first, then hand you over to the Demon General in exchange for a reward!"

A deafening voice echoed at the entrance to the underground sanctuary.

The demon race remains the same as it was five hundred years ago. Because the Demon King and Demon Generals are both female and are themselves women, they allow their soldiers to capture high-quality human women and offer them to them.

Needless to say, the fate of women who were caught was that although they could save their lives, their bodies would be defiled.

"It's so noisy."

Saint Karina seemed to recall something unpleasant, her face darkening. She silently watched the meat grinder-like spiked club hurtling towards her, merely slashing lightly with the holy sword in her hand.

"Click."

The sound of a wooden club cracking echoed through the air; a two-meter-long mace, thick at one end and relatively thin at the other, was chopped in two.

"Pfft-"

Also cleaved open was the body of the blue-faced, fanged monster. The cut ran smoothly from his right shoulder to his left thigh, and blood gushed from the two halves of his corpse.

The holy sword remained radiant and unblemished, not even in the slightest.

Giving the other demons no chance to escape, Saint Karina, whose time to recover to her peak was limited, killed all the demons at the entrance.

Chunks of meat of different sizes were piled up on the spot, and the extremely strong smell of blood filled the space. Blood flowed down the steps of the underground sanctuary, and the grim atmosphere was very familiar.

She did just that when she helped Ernest VII fight against the demons and the two fought side by side.

Historical records state that the Holy Maiden of Wei's magical achievements were unparalleled in the world, but only those who knew her well knew that the Holy Maiden of Wei was also skilled in swordsmanship, making her a genius who cultivated both magic and martial arts.

A flicker of emotion crossed her azure eyes, a longing for the past. In the bustling city, demons slaughtered human civilians, monsters attacked the living, and devoured corpses; the only light illuminating her surroundings came from her comrades.

Unfortunately... Ernest VII ultimately betrayed her, killed her, and deliberately staged a fake funeral.

"Radiance—"

A blazing flame danced in Saint Karina's eyes—a black flame of extreme hatred.

It's impossible, and I will never forgive those who killed me.

A radiant light burst forth from the tip of the holy sword, illuminating the night and, centered on the underground sanctuary, the massive pillar of light bathed the capital, Partington, in daylight.

"Holy Sword Judgment!"

As if words had become law, each solid light sword, like countless ethereal holy swords condensed from elements, fell to the earth like a curtain of rain.

The power of the Holy Sword will not harm humans, but is only effective against demons; its wide-area destructive magic is extremely suitable for this situation.

No need for auto-aiming; simply unleash your power and sweep away the villains who invade other countries.

6. Playing around

"Next, flight—"

Saint Karina knew that the demon army couldn't be destroyed so easily; magic of that level could only deal with the grunts at most.

The immense magical power was divided into countless parts, inevitably weakening its strength.

The clothes on the back of the body tore open, revealing pure white feathers that looked like beautiful crystals. They were extremely deceptive in appearance. Slowly, magic flowed into the imprints on each feather, and the body floated off the ground.

Once again, Saint Karina flew in the sky, looking down over Partington five hundred years later.

Collapsed city walls, destroyed buildings, shivering civilians inside, black and red bloodstains soaking the bluestone bricks, and the streets littered with the corpses of humans killed by demons and the corpses of demons judged by the holy sword.

The outer walls had already fallen, leaving only a small number of defenders struggling to band together and resist the demons. Without Saint Karina's magic, they would have been torn to pieces sooner or later.

"How tragic..."

A pitying gaze looked down, the wind howling high above, ruffling her hair.

Looking at the city gates in the four directions of east, west, south, and north, the one that had been breached was the west gate, where the most civilians lived. It was even more dilapidated than it had been five hundred years ago. With most of the demons in the city wiped out, the densely packed demon tide surging into the west gate was quite conspicuous.

The stench of the demons, mingled with the wind, entered Saint Karina's nostrils.

"Is the only way to avoid civilians to fly down and block the city gate?"

"Enough—Super Speed ​​Up."

The supersonic flight speed allowed Saint Karina to arrive at the West Gate in an instant.

She was indifferent to the massacres that unfolded before her. These demons led hordes of monsters to slaughter civilians with impunity, ignoring the screams of women, the cries of children, the pleas for mercy of the elderly, and the courageous protection of men, reaping human lives like harvesting rice.

"The commandment of the end—that, God said, the attacking enemy heard it, the death knell that resounded all around."

"Clang clang clang."

Through magical transmission, a towering clock tower was formed, a pure white death knell from which white feathers constantly fall.

As the reverberating sound of metal colliding echoed, the tide of demons was halted, enveloped by the invisible power of the Dao.

Secondly, God said, “Wipe away all the filth reflected in these eyes.”

The power surged into their bodies like a tsunami, causing the already bizarre monsters to twist and swell, exploding into spectacular crimson fireworks amidst the feathers.

At this point, the demonic tide, which had fearlessly charged for the demon race, had transformed from predators into cannon fodder on the battlefield.

Now, the demon generals must be showing themselves, right? Saint Karina narrowed her eyes, seemingly wondering if any of them were acquaintances of hers. Unlike the short lifespans of humans, many demons can live for thousands of years.

"Click."

It was the sound of bluestone bricks being crushed underfoot, creating a trembling noise. The sound came from behind her, and just as Saint Karina was about to turn around, she heard a male voice.

"The Church has already retreated. Who are you? The Lorian Empire still has a powerful figure like you."

Anyone daring to investigate the anomaly at a time like this couldn't be a nobody. The fact that there was a man among the demon generals was truly a shock to Saint Karina.

When did the demon race become so pathetic? Unlike humans, most of the powerful demons are women.

He came from inside the city; his scarlet demonic sword still bore fragments of human internal organs, probably as a personal hobby.

He glanced coldly at the figure behind him. The demon general was dressed in a refined manner, wearing a suit and tuxedo, with the face of a treacherous minister. His race was demon, and he had a silver bone tail with sharp spikes at the end.

He was still holding a woman's skull in his hand, as if his enjoyment had been interrupted by Saint Karina.

"I have no obligation to identify myself to the weak. As for the so-called cult you speak of, the Church of the God of Order has nothing to do with the goddess I worship, and I have no need to follow those pointless commands."

Saint Karina looked disdainful, completely disregarding the demon general in her eyes. In fact, that's exactly what she did.

Thirdly, the god said, “My sword sweeps away all injustices in the world; it should be able to cut through hair and shatter stone.”

With a final strike, Saint Karina's holy sword slashed at the demon general, leaving a deep, bone-revealing scar on his meticulously maintained face.

Blood gushed out, flesh torn apart, and he seemed to have suffered an unbearable humiliation, barking loudly!

"Damn it! Damn it! Die! How dare you scratch my handsome face!"

His refined gentlemanly image was completely gone; his facial muscles were contorted, and with the gruesome wounds, he looked like a demon crawling out of hell.

"Aaaaaaah! You're asking for it!"

The demon general, now driven mad, charged toward Saint Karina. His speed, which he so proudly displayed, appeared almost childlike to Saint Karina, who slowed each frame with her superior dynamic vision.

As for strength, Saint Karina's smile turned strange, almost mocking the poor quality of the demon army.

"Okay, I apologize. I shouldn't have argued with an idiot. He couldn't even see the difference in skill between us before rushing in. His brain really needs to be re-evaluated."

She didn't even bother using the holy sword; she simply grabbed a piece of collapsed roof beam and rolled it onto a nearby piece of wood.

Both ends are smooth and rounded, as if they have been carefully polished by a carpenter. The other end is covered with protruding splinters of varying lengths, which look like they were broken off by some huge creature.

She recalled the sword techniques she had learned from the young nuns of the Eternal God Cult, seemingly using the roof beam as a wooden sword, purely intending to toy with the demon general before her.

"boom."

He stepped forward, and with a slight movement of his arm, the roof beam swung directly at the demon general charging towards him.

The wooden beams, imbued with magic, had long since transformed from mere wooden sticks into something far more robust than iron or steel rods. The powerful blow sent the demon general flying backward.

Ignoring inertia, the terrifying force turned the demon general into a cannonball that defied the basics of mechanics, painfully crashing into the house, which was now just an empty shell.

Besides the blood on his face, his body also had cuts of varying sizes, and several bones inside were probably broken. The anger in his eyes subsided, and fear surged back into his heart.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it! The intelligence was wrong. Those damned guys, I won't let them get away with this when I get back."

The demon general, with such nonchalance, turned and fled.

Without the slightest hesitation or delay, he planned to escape right under St. Karina's nose.

Its jet-black, bat-like wings, about two meters long, spread out, and its body lifted off the ground, then—

"brush--"

Saint Karina, bored, cut off his wings; the playfulness in her eyes had turned into disappointment.

Fourthly, God said, “The cowardly and timid will be judged and buried!”

He tossed aside the wooden stick, and the holy sword he held in his hand emitted a dazzling light, engulfing the demon general's figure.

A torrent of magic poured forth, and the prepared magic exploded, violently striking the very core of her will.

7. The Saintess's Perverse Interests

After a long silence, the smoke and dust dissipated, leaving only the charred corpse of a demon general.

Where that guy had just stood, a circular crater about thirty meters in diameter appeared. Above the crater, on the cracked ground, dark red demonic flames, like lava, flickered.

The war should be won, but the economy of the Lorian Empire will likely suffer a severe blow.

As the Holy Maiden who defends the nation, she is skilled not only in resisting foreign enemies but also in domestic affairs. She wasn't worried; she was simply waiting for something while destroying the demonic tide that numbered well over 100,000.

"Lord Saint!"

Unfortunately, instead of a new demon general, human reinforcements arrived. Imperial guards, clad in silver armor, quickly assembled after their redemption and approached Saint Karina.

The fact that the Holy Maiden of the Guardian Kingdom had been resurrected was known to many in the Lorian Empire.

"Perfect, you can take care of this. I'm going to go find someone."

Saint Karina thought their arrival was timely. Since the other demon generals were unwilling to come out, they could change their game identities and she could personally go find the person behind the scenes.