Summoning the Holy Sword

Chapter 1230: Dark Region (14)

Swish——!

A large sword swung out and dissipated the smoke. Before the dozen dark elves reacted, a shadowy figure flitted across. In an instant, their upper bodies flew up into the air, while their internal organs and scarlet blood splattered all over the ground. Looking at this horrific scene, the dark elves at the back turned ashen and quickly retreated. However, another whistling gust of blade wind dispersed the rolling smoke around the young lady as she stood before them once again. This time, the dark elves couldn't help but stare blankly at her.

They didn't know when it happened, but thick steel chains had already spread across the ground like a spider web with the young lady in the middle. The shimmering and reflective steel chains left them in freezing fear. Not only that, but it was also at that moment when the dark elves realized that they were caught in the net of steel chains! The dark elves were certain that a few seconds ago the ground underneath their feet were empty. But now, as they stared at the wide net of steel chains, they were stunned to discover that they were like prey who were stuck to a spider web and couldn't budge at all.

"It's so painful… So painful… So, so painful…"

Shira let out dying howls, but none of the dark elves were excited about that. On the contrary, every one of them gripped their weapons and scanned the surroundings in terror. They finally understood this young lady's style. Whenever she yelled that she was in pain, she wasn't about to surrender. Instead, it meant that she was about to massacre them all.

"So painful… But it's still not enough… not enough… You guys should try it too!"

Shira let out an abrupt roar. Then, her swaying petite body that was seemingly about to collapse to the ground turned around all of a sudden. She darted ahead with her sword and arrived before the dark elves, raising the pitch-black blade and flourishing it from above!

She's so fast!

Looking at this scene, the dark elves were bewildered. Shira didn't exhibit such speed earlier. She kept sauntering, while swinging her enormous blade across the enemies in her path. Due to that reason, the dark elves subconsciously believed that only her sword swings were quick, while she was slow-moving. After all, she wielded such a huge, heavy sword, so her speed must be affected to a certain extent. That was why even though the dark elves were terrified of her berserk annihilation, they still dared to stand in front of her.

But now, they were stunned to realize that her speed was much faster than they had imagined!

At that moment, this was the first time 'retreat' cropped up in their minds. But it was a pity that it was too late.

The instant Shira dashed forward, the steel chains flew up as though resonating to her assault, binding the dark elves like strong, tree vines. Upon realizing the fluttering of the steel chains, the dark elves were bewildered. They tried to avoid the entanglement of the steel chains in a fluster, but at that moment, no one noticed a snowy, tender arm extending out of a shadow in the corner and tossing something in midair.

A small and round ceramic jar flew out from her palm and landed within the group of dark elves.

"———!"

At the next moment, blinding white lights exploded. The dark elves who didn't anticipate this move let out high-pitch shrieks as they shut their eyes in terror. As a matter of fact, this was a common move by dark elves themselves, especially during internal battles. As dark elves were innately sensitive to light, glaring lights were their absolute weakness. Of course, they came up with countermeasures. It could also be said that dark elves were the only race who invented equipment like 'sunglasses' in the entire continent. They polished obsidian into lenses and created something similar to 'sunglasses'. However, the production costs were too high, causing them to be expensive and rare in quantity. Moreover, putting on sunglasses in the pitch-black underground made one seem like an unbecoming, literary person. Therefore, not even matriarchs were willing to wear a pair of sunglasses even in possible ambushes of bright lights. A matriarch would only wear it, just in case, when she was involved in an internal battle.

Of course, the dark elves also prepared the item for this battle. But after learning that Shira was an undead creature and couldn't cast any spells, they didn't consider further issues in this direction. And now, in the face of a sudden, blinding ambush of light, they knew that the situation was dire for them. In an instant, the dark elf mages of noble status cast a glimmering magical brilliance that shielded them from any possible assaults that ensued. As for those lowly male dark elf… They weren't worthy of their attention.

The male dark elves were in a rather miserable state. That instance of bright light made them miss the opportunity to escape the shackles of the steel chains. In the blink of an eye, they felt their bodies tighten as the steel chains that bound them and shrunk abruptly. In just a few seconds, immense pain spread all across their bodies. These well-equipped dark elves were immediately crushed alive into a pile of bloody flesh.

Spine-chilling screams reverberated around the space, where even the other dark elves sensed unprecedented fear and agony from their cruel deaths. The heartbreaking wails sent chills down the spines of the dark elves who thought they were already used to witnessing the pain of others. Just hearing the screams alone were enough to make them empathize with the victims.

But they didn't realize that death had also sneaked to their side.

As the dark elves reacted strongly to the flash bang, Nell leaped out of the shadow with her sword and struck at the target ahead of her stealthily!

As a dark elf born in the city of dark elves (though she didn't look like one), Nell couldn't be more familiar with the executions and techniques of dark elves. Before heading to the surface, she had once served as a guard captain of her family, participated in the suppressions of other families, and murdered two matriarchs on her own. Due to that reason, Nell knew more clearly than anyone how cunning the dark elf spell casters were.

And how fragile they were.

She shuttled across the crowd like a robust cheetah, her sword aiming straight at a female dark elf. Ever since Shira began her attacks, Nell waited silently in the corner. She knew she wasn't suitable for frontal assaults. Besides, in terms of strength, Nell was considered the lowest in level among them all. Not only was she weaker than Anne, but she also couldn't compete with Mini Bubble Gum, Angelina, or Shira. As an inessential character in Rhode's group, her daily tasks were to train the thieves under Rhode and gather intelligence to a certain degree. Due to that reason, Nell was only around level 65. If it weren't for the fact that she was familiar with the underground environment and Rhode needed her to lead the way in and out of Carlesodar City, he wouldn't have brought her along for sure. As Nell wasn't his card spirit, it would be tough to determine what would happen to her after her death. Of course, Rhode could also make Mini Bubble Gum resurrect Nell or turn her into a card spirit. Perhaps it was due to these possibilities that Rhode wasn't too bothered for bringing her along.

This clearly described Rhode's attitude toward Nell. In fact, he wasn't too concerned about her, which was why he wasn't worried that she would die in battle. On the other hand, if she were Mini Bubble Gum or Canary, he would rather make them stay by the rear than to risk their lives. In terms of strength, even though their original selves were as strong as their projections and their battle techniques and wisdom were much richer, Rhode still wouldn't risk bringing them here.

This was the cruel difference in treatment…

Nell didn't think that anything was wrong about it. At that moment, she didn't even consider these things. In her eyes, there were only her targets right now!

Clang!

She slammed her blade onto the magical, defensive barrier of the dark elf mages. This was her all-out attack. In an instant, the magical barrier flashed indefinitely to the impact. Nell didn't let her guard down. Instead, she turned her right arm around abruptly and struck with her sword again. Bright, dazzling blade air waves flowed from her blade, transforming into a lightning bolt that blasted the flickering barrier.

Crack!

This time, the barrier couldn't withstand her attack. It shattered and popped like a fragile bubble. At that moment, one of dark elf mages also realized that something was amiss. Even though her vision was still blinded by the burst of light, the collision from Nell's attack made her sense that danger was approaching closely. Upon hearing the crisp crack of the barrier, she turned around quickly, extending her arm to grab the snake whip, and lashed it toward the sound.

Along with this assault, the nine-headed snake whip extended suddenly. The nine snakes at the tip of the whip widened their eyes and mouth as they pounced on Nell!

This was one of the most insidious battle techniques of dark elf mages. Even though the gorgeous nine-headed-snake whip didn't seem to bring any value into battle, as a matter of fact, if one were bitten by one of the snakes, deadly venom would be injected into one immediately. Not only that, but the long whip would also move on its own according to the holder's emotions. As soon as one was bitten by the snakes, one was basically dead.

Despite that, Nell was apparent ready for this counterattack. Facing the snakes that lunged at her, she spun the sword around. At the next moment, the female mage's right hand that was wielding the snake whip fell to the ground. Fresh, scarlet blood spurted out into the air from her wrist. She couldn't help but howl to the sudden, immense pain, extending her left hand instinctively to hold onto the missing wrist on her right arm. At the next moment, in her blurry vision, she witnessed a flash of brilliance that was as shiny bright as silver.

Then, Nell's sword pierced her throat mercilessly.