I am a witch, I must suppress all enemies

"Hey, hey. Even though I'm 'B' level, have you ever thought that I'm just playing the pig to eat the tiger?" Claire said with a smile.

Sheila looked at Claire's words, which didn't seem like a joke, then walked up to her, gazing at the magnificent sight of the Chaoyang Wilderness slowly rising above the horizon, and said slowly:

"Even if that were possible, I, Sheila, would never yield to you."

"If you are indeed strong enough to defeat me, you cannot defeat my spirit."

Those words did not come from confidence in one's own strength, but rather from an unyielding soul and pride.

It seems that she did learn something more valuable from that difficult experience.

"Hey. Why do you always keep to yourself?" Miss Raziel, who had been silent all the time, whispered.

"......Even if I die in battle one day, I don't want anyone to be sad for me." Xila gripped the spear tightly, raised her bright little face, and returned to her unrestrained and ostentatious nature.

"I don't want to submit to anyone. I want to live freely and fight wantonly."

"Even on this journey, only my weapon, Blazing Cold Blade, will accompany me."

What a wild girl! No, her personality is actually very similar to mine. Claire thought of her own ideal, to live freely like this.

At noon, when they passed through a forest, the merchant who was lying in the carriage with his two lovers finally felt tired, so they stopped to cook and rest.

"Hey, that guy named Clay."

"Go get some firewood!"

...Claire had no choice but to do as she was told. Perhaps this was the helplessness of working people.

Just as everyone was making a fire and cooking, there was suddenly a commotion in the forest, followed by a tremor in the earth, and groups of small magical beasts rushed out from the grass.

"Be alert! Pay attention to your formation and protect non-combatants!"

A bearded swordsman knight was commanding the adventurers in an orderly manner. After a while, Claire discovered that most of them were magical beasts that did not pose a great threat, such as magic foxes and snow rabbits.

"Don't let your guard down!" The Great Sword Knight observed for a moment, his expression changing drastically. "There's something formidable behind us, coming!"

Claire clenched her fists and cursed in her heart, isn't this place close to the capital? Why is it so uneasy?

Only Xila murmured to herself, "The road here is close to the Hengduan Mountains. How come nothing has happened in all these years?"

Back then, she had narrowly escaped death, bypassed the death zone of the Phantom Mist Divine Realm, and sneaked into a corner of the Hengduan Mountains to gain some opportunities, but she knew the horror of that place.

If it weren't for that guy in strange clothes who "threw" her out, she would probably have been buried there long ago.

Just as the female spearman continued to lose consciousness, a deafening roar suddenly came from the distance.

Roar--

The sound was so sharp that it caused the atmosphere to vibrate violently.

The horses pulling the carts neighed continuously and knelt on the ground in pain, while the logistics personnel who had no fighting ability, including the merchant employer, vomited blood and fainted one after another, their life or death unknown.

"It's over——"

The bearded knight's face changed drastically, this trip was in vain.

"With just the sound of its roar, it can harm practitioners below the level of Spirit Induction! What kind of monster is this?"

Raziel stood at the back of the team, holding the Book of Night Sky, and quickly chanted a string of spells, "Physical Strengthening!"

Then he took out the Sky Sword Cross that looked like a golden halberd.

She originally didn't like close combat, but now in order not to reveal her identity as a magician, she had to pretend to be a "lancer".

"It seems there are other monsters!"

Claire's spirit and magic power rapidly contracted, solidifying like a rock and gathering throughout her body.

A dark figure suddenly appeared above and swung the blade down fiercely.

"what--"

A B-rank adventurer's fighting spirit passport was instantly shattered by the shadow's attack.

“Save…save me…”

Before the adventurer could finish his words, the knife flashed past and took away a good head.

The black figure fell to the ground like a crushed ant, seemingly confused, and stood there, with black fog filling the air.

Only then did everyone see clearly that it was a humanoid creature, shrouded in black mist and holding a black scimitar, making its true appearance unclear. Only Xila exclaimed in shock, "That's the Death Slave of Hengduan Mountain!!"

The once invincible "God" of the Fantasy Mist Divine Realm, in order to monopolize the secrets of the Hengduan Mountains, covered the entire Hengduan Mountains with fantasy mist.

After thousands of years of preparation, countless masters of the sacred and unrestrained levels were mobilized, and even the "God" himself was dispatched to break into the Hengduan Mountains in one fell swoop.

As a result, the entire divine realm was buried inside, and the corpses of those powerful men underwent strange changes in that forbidden area. They had no self-awareness and wandered around in the Hengduan Mountains all day long.

There were people at the level of Sword Saint who just stood on the outskirts of the mountains and watched those dazzling and powerful men of the old times turned into "living" slaves of death.

"They... haven't appeared outside for thousands of years? How could they suddenly run out?" The bearded knight was also an A-level adventurer, but he was scared to death at this moment.

Who knows what level this escaped slave of death is? Even if he is a "sacred" at the bottom level, it is not something that people of this era can handle.

More than a thousand years ago, a death slave appeared in the North Country, which directly led to the destruction of an empire in a natural disaster. The later Kingdom of Lagnia was built on the ruins.

Most of the adventurers present did not have the courage to fight. This was almost like witnessing history, or even a myth.

Only the inexperienced Claire and the others remained calm. "Don't be afraid! Although he's fast, he's not unbeatable!"

Raziel swung the Sky Sword Cross, and the golden chain instantly enveloped the entire arena, then transformed into a giant shield, protecting each adventurer.

"Look carefully, that's not 'holy', it's still at the level of ethereal spirit, not reaching a qualitative change. Perhaps it's just the outermost 'corpse' that has escaped."

After hearing this, everyone calmed down, gripped their weapons tightly, stared at the slave of death, and prepared for battle.

"Claire, be careful!"

Raziel stood next to Claire, but didn't notice that Claire was covered in cold sweat.

She heard the witch's unique language.

That was a unique fluctuation of the witch, a divine pattern condensed from pure laws. No one present could hear it, but Claire heard it clearly.

"Witch...Witch...I hate her so much..."

The black figure's mental fluctuations continued to convey such vague messages.

"Is it because of me that it escaped from the forbidden area?" Claire felt confused.