The prince stepped on me to get to the top, I angrily flirted with the enemy's hostage

“Shoot!!”

The desperate command from the top of the wall was only half shouted out before it was completely drowned out by the earth-shattering sound.

The heavy vermilion-painted palace door exploded inwards as if it were made of paper, and the sky was filled with broken wood wrapped in copper nails and dust, like the death breath spewed out by a brutal beast, smashing down on the guards who were waiting behind the door!

Screams, the sound of bones breaking, and the sharp sound of weapons falling to the ground instantly exploded in the swirling smoke and dust, drowning out the groans of the archers' taut bowstrings.

Su Rou didn't even look back.

All her senses were focused on the dying body at her feet.

The military commander of the Southern Kingdom was like a fish thrown onto dry land. Every unconscious twitch caused more blood foam to gush out from the wound on the side of his neck pierced by the ebony hairpin, staining the cold texture of the bluestone slab deeper.

The "huh...huh..." sound of breathing was the countdown to his passing life.

Deep in the smoke and dust, a figure far more ferocious than the twilight broke through the chaos and rushed out!

The man's body was like a moving steel fortress, his entire body covered in black armor, with hideous spikes protruding from his joints.

The huge axe in his hand was as wide as a door panel, and the sticky blood on the axe blade was dripping to the ground. Every drop was like a heavy hammer hitting people's hearts.

In the dim light, the sharp edge of the giant axe was emitting a dark and cold light.

Behind him was a black tide of silence.

Those black-armored warriors were like Shuras crawling out of the lava of hell, with cold and hard eyes and their steps in perfect unison.

The heavy footsteps rolled over the broken door panels and broken bodies, instantly filling the huge gap in the palace gate and completely submerging the terrified and stiff archers on the wall in the shadow of death.

The heavily armored general in the lead, his eyes hidden deep in his visor, flew over the archers on the wall like a hawk, who had instantly silenced their fire, and swept over the corpses of the guards scattered all over the ground.

In the end, as if attracted by a magnet, he was firmly nailed to Su Rou.

More precisely, it was nailed to her bloody right hand.

Su Rou slowly stood up.

After the warrior beneath him had one last violent spasm, he became completely motionless, with only the blood on the side of his neck still slowly seeping out.

She lowered her eyelids and looked at her fingers covered in sticky blood.

The blood was still warm, with a strong smell of rust.

She frowned in disgust, and then did something that made everyone's heart skip a beat.

She stretched out her left hand and casually pulled off the plain hairband that held her hair together.

The black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and a strand of it spread out in the twilight breeze.

Then, she bent down and used the relatively clean cloth under the general's shoulder armor to carefully wipe the blood stains on her right hand one by one on the still warm corpse.

The movements were calm, even with a touch of nonchalant elegance, as if he was not wiping a dead body, but brushing off dust on a fine silk handkerchief.

The blood stains gradually faded, revealing her original slender and white fingers.

Then she bent down and steadily pulled out the ebony hairpin from the dead man's neck.

Most of the hairpin was soaked in blood, the rustic wood color had turned dark red, and sticky blood beads were still dripping from the tip.

Without even looking at it, she shook her wrist lightly, shaking off a few drops of blood. Then she raised her hand, and her five fingers flexibly shuttled through the scattered hair. After a few twists, the blood-stained ebony hairpin was firmly inserted back into the bun.

The dark red hairpin, set against the dark blue hair, exudes a thrilling and enchanting air in the twilight.

After doing all this, Su Rou finally raised her eyes and cast her gaze at the heavily armored warrior who was emitting a strong smell of blood a few steps away.

She walked forward, her plain sleeves brushing against the pool of blood winding on the ground, but not a speck of dust stained her.

Walk until you reach the heavily armored general.

There was only a layer of cold iron armor between the two of them.

She could even clearly smell the strong smell of blood from the other person, which was a scent of someone he had just killed, mixed with the smell of sweat seeping from the gaps in his armor.

Su Rou stopped, raised her head slightly, and looked at the face covered with a hideous mask.

Her eyes were calm, as if she was just looking at a cold object.

Then she raised her right hand which she had just wiped clean.

The fingers that were once stained with blood are now white and slender.

She extended her index finger and rubbed the cold and hard armor on the other person's chest from top to bottom.

"laugh--"

The fingertips scraped across the rough nails, making a slight friction sound.

The last, almost invisible trace of blood on her fingertips was smeared on the dark and cold breastplate, leaving a glaring red mark.

"Another one seeking death?" Su Rou spoke, her voice low, but like an ice-hardened blade, it clearly pierced the deadly silence of the battlefield. "The palace gate has been breached."

Her gaze passed over Su Chi's body, which was as deep as a deep abyss and as majestic as a mountain, and cast towards the deep and dark palace road behind the palace gate, which seemed to lead to the endless hell.

The twilight seemed even darker here, as dark as a solidified blood clot.

"Lu," she said with a smile on her lips, "get out of the way."

The air seemed to be gripped by invisible hands, so heavy that it was suffocating.

The surviving archers on the wall held the bowstrings with stiff fingers, cold sweat dripping down their foreheads, but no one dared to move.

The black-armored warriors were like cold reefs, silently cutting through the space. Every movement was filled with power, and only a signal was needed to set off a huge wave of blood.

The other party's iron tower-like figure did not move at all.

Under the visor, those eyes were like cold stars in the abyss, so sharp that they almost pierced through Su Rou's calm appearance.

His gaze did not linger on her face, but slowly moved down, landing again on her hand that had just brushed against his breastplate.

The light red mark left on the fingertips was like a brand, burning his sight.

The knuckles of the armored hand on the giant axe handle suddenly tightened in a place where no one could see, making a subtle but teeth-grinding sound of metal friction.

The blood beads that had not yet dried on the axe blade fell on the blood-stained bluestone slabs with a "click" sound due to the slight vibration. The sound was extremely clear in the dead silence.

Time seemed to stand still for a few breaths.