"What are you talking about? Are you losing your mind?" Raphkiel's expression darkened and berated her.
"Oh, not at all, Your Highness. I'm just going to pave a little path for you and escape. How hard can it be?" Her grin turned wider as she took out something from her pouch.
It was a weird light blue pen with intricate rune patterns wrapping around it. Raphkiel's expression hardened. She was really going crazy! Was she going to fight these many soldiers with a pen?
'Gods! Someone better stop this woman now.' His thoughts screamed.
But still, he never would have thought that this frosty woman who was so cold-hearted could smile like that. Her smile was somehow enticing that drew people towards her and made her believe, but at the same time, it carried a hint of danger. Behind that alluring smile is a bloodthirsty killing intent that was hidden so well, and could be readily unleashed anytime. The others probably didn't notice it, but Raphkiel did. Her aura had become so bone-chilling that it would seep into her enemy's mind and instill fear.
He wanted to drag her back, but it was already too late. The soldiers had found them. He could only clench his teeth in frustration and drew out his own customized sword. To his surprise, the pen Alisa was holding suddenly extended and transformed into a black scythe with an ice-like blade as she swung it. The army that had jumped forward to deliver an aerial slash was bisected in half from the middle intersection of his body, severing him into two. Blood spurted out and sprayed towards Alisa's face, painting her red. Her alluring smile earlier had now completely turned into madness. She was like a crazy woman who was bringing down a genocide upon the enemy forces.
Her movements were so fluid that it was like she was dancing around her opponents gracefully with each step she took. Wherever she went, severed limbs, heads, and torsos would come flying. The enemy finally learned true terror. They didn't dare to underestimate her anymore.
"What are you fools doing? That is a martial arts expert! Use our tactical formation and eliminate her at all costs!" One of the high-ranking generals ordered angrily. He was the one who had discovered that Balthor went missing.
"Kill her!" The soldiers screamed and attacked Alisa using coordinated formations. It was supposed to be like bullying a weak person, but their opponent was far from weak. She was just casually slaughtering the Chalandrian army like they were pigs. How terrifying! The general's face went pale in hear as the corpses of his soldiers piled up like trash.
Raphkiel and the two generals watched in awe as she moved here and there. She had already killed more than a thousand soldiers. This was a sight to behold; a memory that would probably become a nightmare to them if they chose to make enemies with her. Although they were skilled, they weren't that confident they could do something similar as she did. It was simply beyond normal reasoning. How can such a small statured woman who was only alone defeat a hundred thousand soldiers all on her own? But no matter how they tried to deny it, the evidence was right before their eyes. Alisa had no signs of showing fatigue. She even slightly turned her head towards them. Raphkiel felt like she was mischievously smirking at him. How infuriating!
'Is this woman mocking me again?' He unconsciously raised his eyebrows in question to her actions as he asked a question inside his mind.
"What are you waiting for, Your Highness? Take a car already and go. I'm sure there are plenty of those in this city, right?" She teased with a chuckle and resumed killing the Chalandrian soldiers.
"Let's go." He sighed and went back to his cold expression as he said to his two generals.
If they were going to look for a car, there was only one place where they could easily find one. While their country as well as the neighboring ones might look like old fossils fighting each other with ancient weapons instead of guns, explosives, and nukes, the technology was pretty much modern and advanced. And outside in the hidden continent lies the world of the average humans who had even more impressive technology than theirs. The three went to a car dealership store and there were several cars lined up. They forcefully opened the shutter. A saleslady who was hiding inside due to being trapped there along with several employees ever since the city was occupied by the Chalandrians was trembling and frightened by them.
"Don't be scared, miss. We're only here to borrow a car. We are from Sylpharia and would free this city soon, so wait for the right time. I promise to take this place back." Raphkiel softly said in Sylpharian accent.
The woman understood and calmed herself down before nodding. She stood up to fetch a key in one of the cars and immediately gave it to him.
"Don't worry, everyone. The infernal monarch remembers your assistance and is grateful. He will surely save you all and free this city as well as reward you well." Timothy explained before entering the driver's seat while Raphkiel was in the front passenger seat.
Meanwhile, Ferrid couldn't give a damn about Balthor's comfort so he tied him up to prevent him from escaping despite his limbs already broken by Alisa and threw him inside the car trunk before getting in the back passenger seat. He then voiced out his complains in displeasure.
"This old fart is quite heavy. He must have absorbed in his big belly most of the food and drinks in this city."
"It doesn't matter since we're going to make their country pay tenfold for the losses. After achieving my objective, I'm done with these war games." Raphkiel said.
"Are you going to quit, marshal?" The two generals looked at him with a sad expression.
"Yeah... The borders will soon be peaceful so you won't need me there anymore. And besides, the credits should go to our mad woman over there." They all followed his gaze towards the certain woman who was having her fun cutting down the Chalandrian soldiers effortlessly. The two generals shivered uncontrollably as they thought how much training she had endured in order to achieve that kind of strength. But there was no point thinking about it. They had to focus on the mission.
"I'm going to drive it now." Timothy said and twisted the key after inserting it. The brand-new luxury vehicle which was an aston martin roared beautifully as its engine burned the gasoline but rarely puffed out smokes. It was a newer model and most people would kill to drive this type of car at least once in their entire lifetime. "Oh, sweet. This is going to be a smooth ride. Hold on, boys!"
He stepped onto the accelerator and the car sped off outside. Upon hearing the sounds of the vehicle, Alisa quickly dashed and jump with lightning speed towards the car and landed softly on top of the car's canopy. The three inside could clearly hear her footstep echoing as her foot landed on the roof of the car. They were impressed by her once again.
"Don't let them escape! Fire the ballistae at them!" The general screamed desperately.
"But... Marshal balthor is there, general." A soldier hesitated.
"Do it! The marshal is as good as dead. We can't allow them to use him as a hostage against us. I'll take responsibility for whatever happens. Go!"
They reluctantly agreed and ordered for the ballistae to prepare fire. Ten ancient siege weapons were brought out quickly while some of the soldiers were chasing the car. As timothy looked at the side mirror, he gulped in fear and his heart had palpitations upon seeing the dreadful large crossbows being loaded with ammunition and aimed at them.
"Uh, bad news, marshal. They're going to be firing ballistae on us."
Raphkiel looked from behind and narrowed his eyes slightly. If one of the arrows even hit the car, it would cause an explosion and all of them would die. However, there was nothing they could do. He turned back to Timothy and said, "Speed up to the maximum and crash towards the gates."
"Alright! Hold on tight, everyone!" He shouted as he stepped even further to the accelerator to the point the speedometer had already reached 217mph which was its max speed. He was worried that Alisa would fall, but it seemed like his concerns warranted for naught. Her feet were like they were glued towards the metallic roof of the car.
The ballistae fired several large bolts at once and it propelled towards them, even surpassing the top speed of the aston martin. Despair washed over the men inside the car as they thought they might not make it in time. However, Alisa just sneered inwardly at the Chalandrian soldiers and gave a mocking gaze as she casually swung her scythe and deflected the bolts. Her movements were very fast, swinging and rotating her scythe while blocking every single bolt that had been launched towards them. The car had finally almost reached the gates. With her mission done, Alisa swiftly held the rim of the car's roof and jumped inside the open window after retracting her precious weapon. The car crashed towards the gate with a loud boom and bore a hole through it. They had successfully escaped from the net the Chalandrians had weaved. It was way too smooth and easy that their mission felt so surreal and unbelievable. They even brought the enemy's marshal with them instead of the initial plan of assassinating him.
As the car drifted off in the rocky plains of the Western Battlefront while they were heading back to Groovehill where the infernal monarch's army was camping, Alisa's expression contorted in disgust as the stench of blood that had clung to her was unbearably horrible. Although she had been in this job multiple times, this was actually the first time she didn't wash off the blood of her foes immediately. She couldn't stand being dirtied by something like blood. She needed to wipe it off as much as possible so she turned towards Raphkiel and stretched out her hand. Raphkiel didn't say a word and raised an eyebrow instead while looking confused.
"Handkerchief or towel. Got any?" She frowned as she pouted.
"No, we don't have any. Are you saying that you're afraid of blood despite having killed lots of people?"
"I'm not afraid of blood! I just can't stand it when it clings all over me." She retorted and then sighed afterwards. It looked like she would have to bear with it for a little longer until they could finally return to the camp.
Raphael secretly looked at her frustration with amusement as their short but intense mission had come to an end.