The Soldiers further away, though not directly blasted away, felt the mental shock contained within the howl, like countless icy steel needles, piercing deeply into their minds!
"Ah ah ah—!"
"Demon! Demon!"
"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"
Screams, cries, and the stench of incontinence instantly spread!
The officer who had just been giving orders—
He was a little further from the center of the impact and wasn't blasted away, but the terrifying howl and the miserable state of his Soldiers completely shattered his last shred of courage.
All the contempt and feigned composure on his face peeled away like cheap paint.
Only primal fear remained!
"Run... Run!!!"
He let out a shriek like a rooster with its neck squeezed, no longer caring about orders or dignity.
He suddenly turned, scrambling and crawling, using both hands and feet to desperately flee in the direction away from Serie.
His disheveled and panicked appearance was completely different from the cold officer he had been moments before.
When the will of an army is completely disintegrated, when Soldiers are dominated by fear...
Then, the battlefield is no longer a battlefield.
But...
A hunting ground.
The officer's desperate flight was like the sounding of a hunting horn.
Serie's crimson eyes locked onto every Soldier, whether they were fleeing or slumped on the ground.
The cooldown of Bloodthirsty Madness was instantly reset due to successful hunting! The skill was activated again!
There was no roar, no superfluous movements.
Only a blur of dark red afterimage, carrying a scent of blood, teleporting across the scorching sand!
Each pause in her flicker was accompanied by an extremely brief ripping and crunching sound.
Like cloth being easily torn, or a branch being snapped.
But everyone present, even the Soldiers fleeing with their backs to Serie, knew what those sounds represented.
Figures collapsed into the sand in unnatural postures, as if all support had been drained from them.
A puff of blood mist exploded in the air, then was dispersed by the fishy wind generated by high-speed movement.
Bloodthirsty Madness was repeatedly activated and reset, with suffocating efficiency.
The fastest-running officer had only managed to run less than twenty meters.
The dark red afterimage appeared beside him like a ghost; he didn't even have time to react before his vision spun, and his last consciousness only captured a rapidly expanding patch of blood-stained yellow sand...
The entire process involved no intense resistance, only a one-sided, crushing termination.
Like the Grim Reaper wielding a scythe to harvest wheat, calm and deadly.
In just a few breaths, the dozen or so Soldiers who had been fully armed moments ago, along with their officer, had all turned into various-shaped remains on the sand, perhaps their residual warmth wouldn't dissipate too quickly under the glaring sunlight.
Serie stood in the center of the mess, covered in blood.
[Main Quest: The Witch's Return Gift] Completed.
Gained 3 Ability Points.
Serie revealed a satisfied smile, unconsciously sticking out her small tongue to lick a drop of warm liquid splashed on her lips.
Hmm... it tastes like hot cocoa...
[Mad Eater Witch used Wasteful Devour on "Human Blood"]
[Gained 0.02 Devouring Layers]
["Bloodlust" + 0.1%]
["Bloodlust" current progress 0.1%, upon completion will gain ability "Scarlet Tide"]
The hunting ground returned to deadly silence.
The reactions of the bystanders varied.
Chloe's eyes were wide, and a nearly obsessive flame burned deep within her pupils.
She completely ignored the terrifyingly bloody scene, her gaze glued to Serie.
Every flicker of that afterimage, every fall of a target, made her breath quicken.
She opened her mouth slightly, as if marveling that her trip had not been in vain.
The Black Queen had invited a true God of Slaughter... and also a savior.
As for Tarak and the driver... they both looked as if they had been doused with ice water from head to toe, their faces as pale as corpses.
Tarak had just experienced a brush with death, and now he trembled like a candle in the wind, his legs as soft as noodles, almost collapsing again.
The seriously injured driver was even more terrified, his stomach churning.
With a "wah" sound, he immediately knelt on the hot sand and began to vomit violently, his stomach acid splattering everywhere.
Their gazes towards Serie were filled with bone-deep fear and reverence, as if they were looking up at an evil god walking among mortals.
Gluttonous Feast had already been triggered.
In Serie's perception, this area, stained crimson, was marked as the most valuable and abundant feast nearby.
It's just that the ingredients...
Were all human.
Serie looked at the warm, in some cases still twitching, dismembered limbs scattered on the ground, her eyes full of disdain.
Although for Goluthos, who was once a demon, eating humans should be no different from eating bread, after all, in her backstory, not to mention the many common people, even the queen herself was eaten alive by Goluthos.
But the problem was... Serie couldn't get past her own conscience.
Although, to be precise, Erosion-Spawned Garrisons were also transformed from humans.
But dried ribs and this pile of fresh, still-bleeding minced meat in front of her had a huge difference in appearance, not to mention that the Gluttony Counts gained from corpses, as perceived through Gluttonous Feast, weren't much more than from ordinary meat, making it completely unnecessary.
Even if she didn't consider the ethical issues, Serie had to consider whether thinking about this buffet experience would make her vomit her dinner when she returned to her own body.
She couldn't eat the meat, but there were other things.
The dozen or so firearms were emitting a sweet, chocolate-like scent.
Although a few were shattered during her tearing, she could still pick them up, piece them together, and consume them!
Like a little squirrel discovering a pinecone, she happily bounced over and casually picked up a twisted piece of gun barrel.
[Mad Eater Witch used Wasteful Devour on "Gun Fragments"]
[Gained 3 Devouring Layers]
["Shooting" + 3%]
["Shooting" current progress 3%, upon completion will gain ability "Snack Missile"]
"Crunch, crunch..."
The hard, cold metal made a crisp chewing sound in her mouth, like she was gnawing on a particularly crispy cookie.
She chewed, nodding her small head in satisfaction, a contented little expression on her face.
With the Soldiers completely annihilated, Chloe finally dared to cautiously approach.
She looked at Goluthos, who had just completed a ruthless slaughter but was now happily eating snacks like an ordinary little girl, her voice filled with reverence and a hint of imperceptible excitement: "Goluthos... You... You are truly amazing!"
Her eyes shone astonishingly, as if she were looking at a rare treasure.
Of course~ Otherwise, was she just freeloading all these days when she was idle?
Although Serie said nothing, her smug little expression, with its proud curve, said it all.
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