The beautiful Nymph flew through the air with her wings spread out.
Five different-colored rays were emitted around her.
Her vast Prana had become a type of air current, filling the field.
Argh!
The monsters began to run wild.
The overwhelming power held so much pressure that it weighed them down.
At that rate, they had no other option but to die helplessly.
Argh!
They jumped, burst out flames, swung their claws, and struggled as hard as they could.
Explosions and roars rang ceaselessly across the Turricon Plains.
Boom!
It didn’t work.
As soon as all the attacks touched the light, they scattered like dust.
Hollien continued to cast spiritual arts.
“With the authority of Kybriel over the stars in the night, let her will be cast upon the earth…”
White fingers-like beams embraced the vicinity gracefully.
It collected, sprinkled, and sent powerful petals to the wind with its soft fingertips.
She opened her mouth and let out a sweet voice.
“Descend upon the earth, Constellation of Rhodia.”
Her fingers pointed to the east of the meadow.
A huge black pillar over 10 meters tall rose on the field.
It was engraved with beautiful constellations as if part of the night sky had been dragged down.
Boom!
Her voice followed.
“Descend upon the earth, Constellation of Darun.”
Another pitch-black column sprang up at the west of the meadow.
“Descend upon the earth, Constellation of Freepil.”
Every time her thin fingers pointed to the ground…
“Descend upon the earth, Constellation of Ephiran.”
The pillars of stars rose one after another in all directions.
The darkness located across the vast lands vibrated and emitted five-colored waves.
Zoom!
Even those whose instincts only told them to slaughter were frightened.
The fearful monsters began to scatter in all directions.
Argh!
Argh!
But it was already too late.
“Scatter your starlights and sing a melody of condemnation…”
Stretching her hands, Hollien completed her spiritual art.
The resonant columns of stars broke down instantly, becoming countless flashes that covered the entire meadow.
– Unique Spiritual Art: Echoes of Trembling Starlight!
* * *
The starlight sank to the ground.
Countless meteor showers sang songs of slaughter, beautifully yet brutally assaulting the monsters.
Their screams rang endlessly.
Their groans echoed ceaselessly.
Argh!
Argh!
Argh!
Thousands of monsters died in unison.
Levels were meaningless.
Their size was also meaningless.
All of them faced a common and equal fate.
Watching the battlefield from the main camp, Leslie trembled without even realizing it.
“Argh…”
It was indeed an incredible sight.
Reaching both ends of the horizon, death extinguished all the flames of light.
‘She’s a…’
That was it.
That was why the Great Earth, including her, had no choice but to give unconditional allegiance to the Top Three.
At one time, Leslie wasn’t much different from other Aliens.
She fell to Latna at level 20, tried to adapt somehow, and became a murderer after failing to overcome the pleasure of slaughter that came as the level rose.
The blue-haired Nymph appeared in front of her.
The woman trampled her colleagues like bugs with an only gesture.
She knocked everyone down with just one word and smiled casually.
“Well, let’s just take care of these guys and drag them away.”
Despite being completely overpowered, most of her colleagues struggled.
They had already become addicted to the pleasure of killing.
While trembling with fear in front of her, she couldn’t resist her desire to wield a sword.
It was like a late-stage drug addict poking a needle into her arm even though she knew she would die if she took it one more time.
But Leslie didn’t.
No, she couldn’t.
Too big a fear caused her murder addiction to disappear.
At that moment, complete submission dominated her senses.
Only unconditional submission, which transcended even the survival instinct, filled the mind.
Watching Leslie like that, Hollien found it interesting.
“Yeah, sometimes there are people like you. Weird kids who turn their withdrawal symptoms around with fear.”
Hollien suggested to her.
“Be my slave. Give up everything about you and give up your body, your spirit, and your soul. If you do that, I’ll relieve your pain.”
Leslie accepted. She didn’t dare refuse.
Indeed, Hollien didn’t lie.
After she was banned and gave up on herself, her desire for slaughter was no longer as great as it used to be.
She remained in the corner of her chest, but she was able to endure it enough.
She followed Hollien to the palace of Allendia. And she met her colleagues.
Already under the Top Three, the other Aliens had given in like Leslie.
In the past, they were called the Great Earth after the devil’s followers who targeted Preleu.
Of course, they became the opposite of that. They were turned into faithful servants of the Top Three.
There they began their new life as Hollien’s maids.
They gave up their mission to save Latna by destroying the six fake Goddesses.
After they gave up, their lives became worth living.
There was even a little pride in being different from others.
“Not all Aliens can overcome withdrawal symptoms. Strong-minded like you… No, in this case, your mental strength is so weak that you’ve overcome it.”
It had been more than a decade.
Leslie still didn’t regret the choice she had made at that time.
She was destined to be dragged to Akhtarun if she resisted anyway.
Wouldn’t it be a hundred times better to live a human life next to the strongest, even if it meant being enslaved, than to live in hell?
Of course, there was a disadvantage. Leslie couldn’t raise her level as much as Akhtarun’s prisoners.
However, there was no reason to be disappointed.
Due to the nature of the environment, the Aliens of Akhtarun’s levels were much higher than Leslie’s.
However, not all Aliens were able to raise their levels.
The number of Aliens trapped in Akhtarun after being caught by the Top Three was originally over 2,000.
And only hundreds of people had survived so far.
They survived because they gained high levels.
But they were sorrowful that they missed the chance to utilize their strength.
How much confidence did they have to become that powerful?
‘They can’t have such foolish regrets unless they’re idiots who believe they’re never going to die.’
Shaking her head, Leslie looked over the Turricon Plains.
The situation was already over.
The night’s big changes disappeared, and the torn shroud of darkness slowly recovered and returned to its original form.
Only the bodies of countless monsters were stretched out endlessly, creating an eerie blood flow.
Leslie laughed as she recalled the Holy Punishers.
“Those idiots.”
Aliens knew how absolute they were.
“But how dare you rebel against me when we’re both Latnains?”
Clicking her tongue, Leslie went back inside the barracks.
She could tell because she had served Hollien for a long time.
‘You’re going to be thirsty.’
Having used her strength like that, she was most likely to crave for the delicate wine of Durand first.
Leslie hurriedly began to prepare the table with wine and some side dishes with a faithful maid’s attitude.
* * *
South of the Turricon Plains, the citadel of light surrounded by the Allendia Army.
Everyone was in shock.
“Uh…”
“What just happened?”
“Is it over?”
“Are you sure they’re all dead?”
They had heard about the strength of the strongest Spiritist on Latna.
They also knew that the Top Four was absolute among the absolutes.
Nevertheless, the difference between listening to a story and seeing it in person was huge.
“No, she told us to kill them all, but…”
“Still, she dealt with all the monsters in one shot?”
“There were thousands of them!”
Everyone looked at the shining figure of the Fairy Queen in astonishment and fear.
At that moment, everyone had a similar thought in their heads.
‘Is she a mortal?’
It wasn’t until a while before some of the knights shouted.
“Victory is ours!”
“The Queen brought victory!”
Only then did the Allendian Army come to its senses.
“Yes! We won!”
The battle was over, and they survived.
“Wow!”
“Long live the Fairy Queen!”
“Long live the Transcendental!”
* * *
Still staring at the battlefield beyond, Ryu Han-bin spoke in a melancholic tone.
“Hey, Leon Hart.”
Hollien’s true colors were beyond imagination.
Even the Han-bin’s dull emotions were emitting danger signals like crazy.
Effir, who was sensitive, couldn’t even stand properly.
“Well, maybe if we create a formidable trap, we’ll be able to defeat her?”
Leon Hart didn’t answer.
“…”
He just kept his mouth shut with a nervous expression.
* * *
Hollien, the Transcendental, calmed the night’s big change on the Turricon Plains!
The news spread throughout the Fairy Kingdom.
The direction of public sentiment had also changed as expected by the Royal Family of Allendia.
“I heard the Fairy Queen dealt with the night’s monsters herself?”
“No, I heard she wiped them all out herself.”
“As expected, it was a false rumor. How could she have been corrupted?”
“Maybe the Templar Lords are mistaken.”
“Or is this the work of Aliens?”
However, it didn’t change as much as expected.
Many of the public still spoke opposingly.
“We can’t say that the Goddess’s oracle is a lie.”
“Just because she killed the night’s monsters, she can already be considered the enemy of the devil? What about the Aliens who hunt in the dungeons?”
To raise their level, Aliens went in and out of dungeons and hunted for monsters.
Therefore, in the early days of the Aliens’ appearance, they considered themselves heroes.
That much alone didn’t ascertain that the six Templar Lords were making false claims.
Thanks to that, the Holy Punishers’ power didn’t diminish.
The fact that the Fairy Queen was stronger than expected also didn’t shake the collaborators’ faith.
It was the same as before and at that moment when they couldn’t play against her anyway.
In the first place, they didn’t cooperate because the Transcendental was easy.
They cooperated because they wanted to serve the Goddess properly.
On the other hand, the Holy Punishers’ main headquarters was almost like a mourner’s house.
“… Level 155?”
“Is that even true? Did you check with your own eyes?”
“No, how the hell can we kill a monster like that?”
All the Templar Lords were lost in thoughts.
They were working hard on estimating her power and planning out an operation that was as likely as possible to succeed, but they were shaken from the roots.
“Phew…”
With a deep sigh, Althea Church’s Templar Lord, Sabine Asil, spoke in a gloomy tone.
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