I am a witch, I must suppress all enemies

"She must be killed!"

Then, they all drew their weapons and launched a fierce attack on Claire.

Claire's body was agile, holding the sword in both hands, holding it steadily in front of her chest. The green seeds in her mind were spinning rapidly and emitting fragrance.

Along with the sound of her heartbeat and breathing, Claire's physical strength continued to increase.

A deserter swung his knife and slashed at her, but she didn't dodge or avoid it, but instead faced it head-on.

The knight's sword was about to strike, but Claire dodged to the side and thrust her sword forward. The deserter retreated in fear, but it was too late. Claire's sword had already pierced his throat.

Seeing this, the other deserter roared and swung his sword at Claire. Claire dodged the blow with a quick movement, then struck the enemy's vitals with a counter-attack.

The deserter reacted quickly and blocked with his sword, but Claire's sword was like a spirit snake, piercing through from an incredible angle and slashing across the man's throat.

"Five more to go!"

At this moment, Claire's eyes were firm, without any flinching or discomfort in killing anyone.

The remaining deserters exclaimed in surprise when they saw this. They had not expected that this seemingly weak girl had such superb swordsmanship.

Their armor gleamed coldly in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The three knights had already understood that this was no ordinary child. If they did not take it seriously, they would all die here today.

"Attack together!"

They surrounded her one after another, wanting to capture Claire in one fell swoop.

In the dim twilight, the leading knight rode up on his horse. He used the power of the horse's horse to thrust the broken lance in his hand straight forward.

Claire was agile and dodged the fatal blow with a sideways movement. However, as she dodged, the other two knights' spears attacked her like venomous snakes.

"Nmd, this is unethical!"

Even though she was calm now, Claire couldn't help but feel angry.

I didn't expect the level of these deserters to be so high.

Claire swung her sword to block, the sword light and the gun shadow intertwined, making a harsh sound of metal collision.

However, just as she was concentrating on avoiding the knight's charge, the other three infantrymen rained down arrows.

The sound of arrows cutting through the air was sharp and piercing, and her pace was inevitably disrupted.

At this moment, the leading knight hit her sword hard with his spear.

There was a loud clang, and Claire's sword was sent flying. She was startled and tried to retreat, but it was too late.

The knight raised his spear and hit Claire's chest with the upper part of the spear.

Claire tumbled through the air, feeling a sharp pain in her chest, as if struck by a huge rock. She fell heavily to the ground, sending dust flying.

Seeing this, the surrounding enemies surrounded her, ready to give her a fatal blow.

Claire spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Is that the end?" She looked unwilling.

Claire had just noticed the unusual movement of the cyan seeds.

The golden finger has just shown its power, but now it has to fail here.

The surrounding forest was silent. At some point, the chirping of insects in the grass had stopped. She moved her nose and seemed to smell some kind of foul odor.

The scene of her death in this place and her own decaying appearance appeared in her mind.

But there is no fear of death at all, only deep regret.

Will Uncle Lynn find her body?

A time traveler is about to die here, and perhaps no one will notice.

Perhaps she should beg for mercy, kneel on the ground as much as possible, show her pitiful appearance as a young girl, and win the sympathy of the soldiers.

But a certain masculine spirit in her bones made her refuse to do so. A huge fear gradually swallowed her up.

The knight kicked his sword aside, grinned, and pulled out a dagger. The others surrounded Claire with their arms folded, as if watching a show.

"Cut off her head! I'll use her head as a reward for my hot dogs!" a soldier shouted.

Damn, this is the ultimate insult. I'm not an idiot. Claire felt extremely angry.

Time seemed to stand still. At this critical moment of life and death, Claire felt that her thoughts seemed to have become much faster, as if this was a sign of death. She could clearly hear the thumping of her own heart.

My heart is ticking like a second hand, one second, two seconds, three seconds.

“Something has to be done.”

"You can't die meaninglessly like this."

She thought, "If only there were a miracle! No, I don't want miracles or luck, I want power! Power strong enough to crush anyone!"

"How could you die in such a damn place?"

Claire was so sure that she would never die like this, even though she was now an insignificant country girl.

At that moment, Claire felt a strong power gushing out of her mind.

The green seed that had been silently emitting fragrance in the mind seemed to be ignited at this moment, communicating with the soul, liberating the power hidden deep in the soul, and releasing a brilliance as bright as starlight.

The brilliance blooms in an instant, like the most gorgeous fireworks in the night sky, but it blooms alone in the still space and time, as if time has stopped.

Claire's consciousness became blurred by the impact of the light. She felt as if her head was hit by a heavy hammer, and the pain was unbearable.

However, driven by this power, she could not control her body and could only allow the power to wreak havoc in her body.

When she regained consciousness, she was stunned by the sight before her. The deserters who had originally surrounded her had now become unrecognizable.

Their bodies and those of their horses were blasted to pieces by an invisible force, their blood evaporated completely, and the air was filled with a strong smell of burning, which was nauseating.

Claire stared blankly at the tragic scene before her, feeling an inexplicable nausea welling up in her heart.

"Am I...cheating?"

Claire slowly stood up, her eyes filled with confusion.

She panted, her eyes scanning the battlefield one by one.

Just then, her eyes fell on an inconspicuous corner.

It seemed to be the corpse of the leading knight. His decisiveness and calmness left a deep impression on Claire.

On his chest hung a soldier's nameplate engraved with his name.

Claire walked over, squatted down, and carefully removed the nameplate.

The nameplate was made of rough iron, its edges blurred by age, and engraved with the name "Terry Evans."

Is this the weight of life?

"That's about it..."

But I will remember this, Claire thought to herself.

It seems that I must leave this place as soon as possible and find a safe place to think carefully about what is going on.

She picked up the long sword on the ground and carefully walked around the broken limbs and bloodstains.

Just as she was about to leave, a familiar female voice came from the depths of the dense forest.

"Oh~ Has the witch's power finally awakened? Congratulations~"