Lin Qingyue's finger twitched, and she pulled the trigger.
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da—!
It wasn't the sound of a gunshot but the roar of a metallic beast, instantly shattering the eerie silence of the battlefield.
A metal storm woven from countless golden Holy Light Bullets erupted, hurtling toward Plaguebringer Noth with a logic-defying, physics-obeying fury!
The shock on Noth's face was instantly replaced by grim focus.
He thrust the lantern in his hand across his chest. The eerie green Soul Fire within the lantern flared violently, forming a thick, dark-gray shield before him, from which the wails of vengeful souls constantly echoed.
The golden barrage slammed into it!
Tssssssss—!
A piercing screech echoed through the cavern, like a red-hot branding iron plunged into ice.
Noth's prized Shield of Vengeful Souls didn't even last a second against the relentless storm of bullets.
On the shield's surface, the twisted souls writhed as if cast into a furnace, emitting silent screams as they rapidly dissolved and evaporated!
"Dammit!"
Noth spoke for the first time, his voice low and hoarse, laced with the fury of being utterly violated.
"What the hell kind of Holy Light is this?!"
He could clearly feel his refined Death Energy acting like fuel for the strange attack, accelerating its destructive power
But he was, after all, an Undead Legion Commander with immense combat experience.
Seeing his shield about to collapse, he didn't retreat. Instead, he slammed his lantern hard against the ground!
"Bones for walls, corpse-chill for a shield!"
Wooooom—!
A surge of ink-green Death Energy poured into the earth.
Immediately, a shield of interwoven pale-white skeletons and deep-green ice crystals erupted from the ground!
This time, the Holy Light Bullets couldn't instantly melt the shield.
The bullets struck the solid ice with crisp ding-ding-dang sounds, exploding into showers of golden sparks.
The rate of erosion slowed significantly.
The consumption of Death Energy instantly dropped by over seventy percent!
"Interesting."
A sickly smile reappeared on Noth's pale face.
"Since you enjoy 'purifying' in such a crude manner, why don't you taste my 'gift' as well?"
With a flick of his free hand, dozens of strands of eerie green Soul Fire split from the lantern, transforming in mid-air into floating skulls that pulsed with a thick, plague-ridden aura!
"Go, offer her a hymn of decay."
Swoosh-swoosh-swoosh!
Dozens of Plague Skulls trailed green wakes as they carved bizarre arcs through the air, swarming toward Lin Qingyue from all directions!
"Oh, so we're playing a bullet-hell game now?"
Despite her playful banter, Lin Qingyue's firepower didn't let up in the slightest.
Her feet tapped to the demonic beat of the music video, her body swaying left and right with the rhythm. Twisting her waist, sidestepping—every movement flowed with an absurd cadence.
"Dodge to the left~♪ Twist to the right~♪"
"Roll call~♪ has begun~♪ Don't~♪ let anyone escape~♪"
The frenzied barrage continued to suppress the Bone Ice Shield ahead.
Occasionally, the muzzle of her AK would momentarily break from its trajectory, flicking with pinpoint accuracy toward an incoming Plague Skull!
Rat-tat-tat!
No longer a wild spray, but crisp, lethal three-round bursts!
Three golden Holy Light Bullets erupted from the barrel, striking a Plague Skull with unerring precision.
Boom!
The skull exploded mid-air, dissolving into a cloud of purified golden dust without a single wisp of plague aura escaping.
Immediately, her muzzle twitched again—another three-round burst—and a skull approaching from the other side was blown out of the sky!
Her body continued to sway with the music, yet the barrel of her gun became Death's paintbrush, precisely dotting each incoming "note" on the battlefield.
The seamless switch between frenzied suppression and precise bursts was dazzling to watch.
Three top-tier battlefields, now divided.
"To catch the bandits, first catch the king. Leave that Goblin to us!"
The moment Lin Qingyue transformed, Lin Xiyue, Su Wan, and Xia Lian exchanged a knowing glance.
From the very beginning, they'd had no intention of dealing with the three formidable-looking BOSSes.
Their target, from start to finish, had always been one and the same.
The Goblin King sitting on the throne, spewing filth from his mouth—Gyrus!
The instant Aeldara became a black shadow and charged toward Korrak, and Baroque led his knights to confront Yeti Noinam...
Lin Xiyue, Su Wan, and Xia Lian moved!
With a furious roar, Lin Xiyue hoisted her greatshield, Immovable Mountain, and charged forward like an unstoppable heavy tank!
Su Wan's figure flickered, countless fine ice crystals swirling around her as she followed closely behind.
Xia Lian remained silent. Instead of a direct sprint, she weaved through the chaotic battlefield with nimble steps, using monster corpses and terrain variations for cover as she silently closed the distance.
Their objective was crystal clear: while the three bodyguards were tied down, they would launch a direct assault on the disgusting Goblin himself!
Gyrus's face flashed with surprise as he watched the battlefield instantly split apart, but the shock was quickly replaced by an even more pathological fervor.
"Interesting! Very interesting! Now this is more like it! This is a grand welcome ceremony worthy of me!"
Gyrus watched the three women charge straight at him. Far from being afraid, he licked his lips, his eyes filled with mockery.
"You three... mere dowry slaves... dare to challenge me? Naive! Let me show you what the collapse of will truly looks like!"
He flung his arms wide, and a vast surge of mental energy formed an invisible storm, sweeping toward the three of them simultaneously!
However, the mental storm—powerful enough to twist wills and crush souls—bizarrely dissipated the instant it struck them. It didn't even mess up their hair.
Lin Xiyue even took a moment to give him a thumbs-down.
"Huh?" Gyrus's smile froze, his beady little eyes widening into perfect circles.
"Impossible! My Mental Domination... why doesn't it work on you?!"
His proudest "art" had failed!
As he spoke, Lin Xiyue had already closed the distance. She leaped high, her longsword Dawn's Light blazing with Holy Light, and brought it crashing down!
"Eat my sword, you ugly freak!"
"Waaah!" Gyrus shrieked, completely panicked.
He fumbled through the incantation, his voice cracking, "Black... Black Goat's... foot skin! Uh... Shadow... Wall!"
A crooked, semi-transparent shadow shield materialized around him, reeking of foot odor.
Pop!
Lin Xiyue's sword struck, and the shield burst like a soap bubble.
Gyrus tumbled and scrambled off his dilapidated throne, losing all semblance of dignity.
Only then did he realize that these three unassuming "dowry slaves" were not only immune to his mental powers but were also ferocious combatants, each more formidable than the last!
"Damn it! What kind of monsters are you?!" he shrieked, desperately dodging the ice shards Su Wan launched in quick succession.
His answer came in the form of a cold arrow from Xia Lian, fired from a tricky angle, aimed straight at his ankle.
Gyrus stumbled, nearly face-planting, looking even more pathetic.