In the opposite direction of the surging beast tide, the Gray Valley County's army was slowly advancing with unhurried steps.
Sunlight spilled onto the neatly arranged ranks, reflecting the cold gleam of metal armor, and the rising dust permeated the air, adding a sense of Strictly kill (Severe - solemn and deadly) to this army.
On a hilltop in front of the army's marching route.
Agnes stood quietly to the side, her gaze sharp, but she was not in a hurry to act.
She narrowed her eyes slightly, carefully scrutinizing the army formation arranged by Carter Zane.
The disorganized, loosely disciplined slave warriors were placed at the very front, followed by Gray Valley County's eight thousand regular troops. They wore uniform, standard armor, their ranks neat and their steps synchronized, clearly an elite force that had undergone rigorous training.
Further back, tightly protected by four hundred cavalry, was Carter Zane. He sat proudly on a tall warhorse, dressed in magnificent armor and wearing a gem-encrusted helmet, his expression arrogant, as if everything was under his control. Behind him was a barbarian army of fifteen hundred.
Asaji, dressed in a purple form-fitting outfit, stood quietly, her hair gently rustling in the breeze.
She looked at Agnes with a gentle gaze and politely asked, "Do you need my help, Miss Agnes?"
The army before them, numbering nearly fifteen thousand, surged forward, and the oppressive feeling that washed over them was enough to make ordinary people feel fear and flee in panic.
Asaji was also full of curiosity, wondering how this seemingly delicate woman beside her, who didn't exude much "power," would deal with this massive army.
Agnes's expression was calm, without the slightest ripple. She said expressionlessly, "No need. Rather, could I ask you to step back a little?"
Asaji paused slightly, then gave a somewhat helpless laugh and said, "Alright, I'll leave it to you. I'll keep an eye from behind to prevent any accidents."
Agnes nodded lightly. Seeing this, Asaji's figure flickered, and like a ghost, she vanished from her original spot.
Agnes secretly praised, "Such speed."
Immediately after, Agnes took a deep breath and raised the black great axe in her hand.
She composed herself, focusing all her attention on the army before her, no longer thinking about anything else.
A surging and profound power began to slowly erupt from within her body. That power was like a turbulent tide, wave after wave, yet she kept it firmly controlled around her body.
As the power surged, a set of blood-red armor, like that of a demon god, gradually emerged, tightly encasing her seemingly delicate body.
"The hunt has begun."
...Poor Carter Zane, completely immersed in his own fantasies, had no idea that disaster was about to strike him.
He was surrounded by four hundred cavalry, his expression relaxed and self-satisfied, as if victory was already in his hands.
He eagerly anticipated the scene after destroying Winterfell City, where that fellow named Link would kneel at his feet, begging for mercy.
The corners of his mouth curved slightly upwards, revealing a triumphant smile, as if he had already seen Link's pathetic appearance.
Finally, when Carter Zane and his four hundred cavalry reached the vicinity of that hilltop, Agnes acted.
A crimson light instantly enveloped the entire army.
The light was bright and dazzling, like the rising sun, yet it carried a chilling aura of terror.
Next came fire, endless and surging flames.
They burst forth from the light, like angry fire dragons, sweeping towards the army.
Then came the explosion, an unparalleled, massive explosion.
The roaring sound was deafening, as if the entire world trembled at that moment.
First, the horses beneath the cavalry were startled, letting out shrill whinnies, their front hooves rearing high, trying to break free from the reins.
Just as the cavalry wondered what was happening, the calm ground beneath their feet suddenly trembled slightly, as if a giant monster was awakening underground.
Then, accompanied by a thunderous boom, the earth violently exploded, like blooming fireworks, yet carrying deadly danger.
Boom!
Some knights hadn't even figured out what was happening when they felt themselves being thrown from their horses by a huge force, like light leaves, tumbling helplessly in the air.
Next, he saw a scene that made his eyes split with rage: the warhorse he was riding also flew up with him, letting out a series of mournful neighs in the air.
And this knight, flying in the air, then felt his body lighten, his vision spun, and next, in his line of sight, he actually saw his own butt.
It turned out that the terrifying aftershock of the explosion had directly blown off the knight's head, but the head, separated from the body, hadn't completely died yet, which caused that strange and terrifying scene.
And this explosion was merely the residual power of her landing.
The aftershocks of the explosion, like surging tides, knocked the surrounding people and horses off their feet.
Wounded Soldiers lay on the ground, groaning in pain, while Soldiers with missing limbs let out desperate screams, their voices echoing in the air, chilling to the bone.
For a time, the screams of people and horses rose and fell, ceaselessly.
Crimson flames erupted everywhere, obscuring this large area.
The rising smoke and dust was like a slowly ascending mushroom cloud, incredibly terrifying, as if it were a scene from the end of the world.
Carter Zane's army was terrified by this sudden turn of events.
Their once neat ranks became chaotic, Soldiers scattering and pushing each other, completely losing their previous order.
When they looked closely at the center of the explosion, something even more despairing was just unfolding.
From within the flames rising from the center of the explosion, a crimson figure emerged.
Her posture was tall and straight, her steps firm. With each step, the ground seemed to tremble slightly.
She was like a demon god reigning over this land, exuding a chilling aura.
The ground trembled with her footsteps, and the hot, scorching flames danced around her, yet could not harm her in the slightest, as if she were the master of fire.
Everyone at this moment felt a suffocating pressure in their chests.
That oppressive feeling was like an invisible mountain, pressing down on them, making them gasp for breath, even their souls trembling.
"No—impossible! There can't be such a strong person in the North! Kill her! Kill her—"
Carter Zane was terrified. His arrogant expression vanished without a trace, replaced by a face full of horror.
He immediately roared loudly, trying to urge the Soldiers forward.
However, the figure, like a demon god, merely swung the great axe in her hand lightly.
Whoosh—
The surging crimson flames instantly swept in the direction she swung the great axe, like an angry fire dragon. Wherever it passed, everything was devoured.
The more than five thousand slave warriors at the very front were all reduced to ashes in the flames almost instantly.
Their bodies rapidly burned in the flames, emitting crackling sounds, then turned to ash, scattering with the wind.
Only dancing flames and a layer of black ash remained, as if they had never existed.
With just one move, she easily annihilated five thousand people!
Such power instilled fear in the remaining Soldiers.
Seeing such a terrifying sight, the remaining Soldiers had no will to fight. They were all scared out of their wits.
The ranks completely broke. They started screaming and scattering, some Soldiers even throwing away their weapons and running desperately to the rear, as if demons were chasing them.
"Impossible! Impossible—"
Watching the scene unfolding before him, Carter Zane was completely dumbfounded. He stared with wide eyes, unable to believe anything he saw.
But then, his instinct as a strong person saved him.
Dense battle aura emanated from Carter Zane's body. The battle aura was almost solid, surrounding his body and forming a protective shield.
He violently kicked the mount beneath him, and his entire body leaped into the air, avoiding the risk of being scorched by the flames.
But this struggle before death only allowed him to live a few more seconds.
Agnes swung the great axe in her hand, and the remaining ten thousand Soldiers were clearly surrounded by her alone.
She was like an invincible War God, rampaging across this battlefield.
Every swing of the great axe brought forth a powerful force, knocking down the surrounding enemies.
Even the surrounding terrain and landscape changed under her attack.
The once lush forest, under the impact of flames and power, turned into scorched earth.
Trees were burned down to only their blackened trunks, and the ground was pockmarked with craters, a scene of utter devastation.
Only severed limbs and broken arms remained, blood stained the earth, and a pungent smell of blood and burning filled the air.
This battle, in the face of Agnes's immense power, had become a one-sided massacre.
An army of fifteen thousand, before her, was nothing more than insects.