Give Zongman some collapse shock

The gods also pointed at Apollo and laughed at him without any hesitation.

"Hahaha! Apollo, you really opened our eyes."

"At first, I couldn't figure out how Hestia could win. Even with a large number of magic swords, there was no chance of winning. The number gap was too great."

"You're so lucky, Hestia, that there's such a stupid commander among Apollo's Familia."

There are even more outrageous ones: "I don't care about Lord Apollo's wishes! Hahaha, in the end, I didn't even see his shadow and kept chasing after him."

One of the gods imitated Hyacinthus' tone and winked at Apollo.

"That's enough! Those are just personal issues! You bastards, since you think so highly of Hestia, why don't you just bet something here!"

Apollo blushed and turned red.

At the same time, Hyacinthus was no better than his own god.

"You stinky woman, I finally caught up with you! Run, just keep running!"

"Didn't I catch up with you? You cunning fellows, hiding everywhere like rats. Let me tell you, if you think you can use this method to drain my strength, I'll disappoint you! Wake up, especially you, the leader of Apollo. You despicable leader, you are doomed!"

"??? And you're still biting back. I admit your tactical skills are superior to mine, but...is your magic sword almost finished now? I will use my strength to teach you the truth that what transcends wisdom is absolute violence!"

Hyacinthus was so angry that his chest hurt.

Unlike him who has lost his mind.

Daphne, who had been following behind as her deputy, had a changed expression. She suddenly realized that even though she and the others were chasing at full speed, they still couldn't catch up with Kiana. What did this mean?

Chapter 67: See for yourself, the tip of the iceberg of the Herrscher's power.

At this point, the Apollo family has lost all face.

A clan of a hundred faced off against a single individual; it should have been an easy and glorious hunt. But the little white rabbit they were hunting suddenly transformed into a prehistoric beast, a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, hunting them.

The positions of hunter and prey are reversed.

The team of a hundred people now has only ten people left.

This is a huge shame.

Hyacinthus, after this battle, you will become the laughing stock of all of Orario.

All we can do is try to save face as much as possible. There is only one way to wash away this humiliation: use our own sword and the blood of our enemies.

"Cassandra! Raon!"

Whether driven by anger or confusion, he shouted the names of his fellow soldiers and issued orders in a hateful tone: "Spread out and surround her! Don't let her escape!"

Hatred burns away reason like a flame.

Daphne glanced at her leader in surprise.

At least in his current state, Hyacinthus had lost his composure, but he still retained his basic wisdom. Perhaps a word of advice at this moment could turn the tide.

"Captain, that girl is very unusual, her..."

"Shut up!"

Hyacinthus rolled his scarlet eyes, his features twisted like a wild animal. "When will it be your turn to tell me what to do?"

俍。

"!!!"

In an instant, Daphne's face turned pale.

It’s over.

She was wrong. Hyacinthus was not still rational now. Instead, after his self-esteem was completely shattered, he revealed his arrogant and stupid side.

"Everyone, use the magic sword!"

Hyacinthus gave the order with resentment.

Yes, the magic sword.

Supported by Freya's Familia, they also possessed a large number of magic swords and even a considerable number of grenades produced by the Hephaestus Familia. However, Hyacinthus, the only one within the Familia who knew about this, viewed the hunt as a transaction and, from the outset, had intended to retain the magic swords and other equipment as compensation.

The current situation obviously does not allow them to calculate the benefits.

Magic sword, volley, hit!

As the members roared, colorful lights exploded.

Everyone present had their hearts pounding wildly and sweat pouring down their bodies. Their gazes were fixed on a certain spot in the thick smoke. Lacking calm thinking, they subconsciously followed the will of their superiors, nervously executing the order to rip the enemy apart.

only……

A hot current expanded, the air began to flow, and the smoke and dust dissipated.

The audience cheered wildly.

“OO ...

"Unharmed! The Hestia child is unharmed!"

"Is it armor? Or her own ability?"

It doesn’t matter what it is!

Kiana stood there intact, without a speck of dust on her white armor.

Hyacinthus on the battlefield doubted his own eyes and immediately rushed forward in anger.

"Kill her! Kill her for me!"

He drew his sword madly and rushed forward at the fastest speed, showing his ability to the extreme.

"It's a farce."

Kiana leisurely took two steps back, dodging the swift and sharp attack, then raised her greatsword.

It was a weapon that didn't look like it could be used by a normal person. It was nearly as long as its wielder, a broad and heavy sword. Its red body wasn't particularly ornate, but it was well-maintained... no, it looked like a newly forged weapon, even the mark of Hephaestus's family gleaming brightly.

When raised, it becomes a shield.

"clang!"

"clang!"

Swords collided with swords.

Hyacinthus swung with all his strength, but his own power rebounded.

"Why? I'm level 3! Is it because of that weapon?"

No, there were clear scratches on the sword.

"Damn it! Faster! Faster! Faster!"

He has gone crazy and is obsessed with defeating the powerful enemy.

Lord Apollo, please bless me. I'm willing to trade my future for the power to defeat this person. Please grant me victory, no matter what means. Even if it means just making her retreat a single step, I'll have the courage to stand up again after falling countless times!

He was flung away, stood up, rushed, slashed, turned, and rushed again.

Keep falling down, then getting up and fighting.

Every time he was met with a blow, it was always the greatsword that obscured his vision, the red metal reflecting his utter discomfiture. The thick red blade that blocked his path felt like a wall of sighs, severing all hope and path.

But Kiana remained motionless.

From beginning to end, he did not move a step, and his blue eyes stared coldly at Hyacinthus's crazy posture.

"Damn it! Damn it! Why can't I break through?"

Hyacinthus could feel his attacks becoming more powerful with each one, his energy at an all-time high. Perhaps his frantic and chaotic mind had broken free from some shackles. His strength was indeed (or wasn't) increasing.

But Kiana's completely defensive posture did not show any signs of loosening.

No, it's not just a posture.

Even that great sword...

Weapons collided, forces clashed. In Hyacinthus's experience, even the most formidable adventurer would employ skill to mitigate the force. They adjusted their posture, shifted the direction of their weapons. But Kiana lacked any of these. She was like a monolithic statue, indestructible. The greatsword and the girl were one, immovable as a mountain.

Absolute defense, with the leeway to remain unchanged no matter how the enemy attacks, is simply saying: Come on, use all your strength, as long as you break through one step, you will be glorious.

This is also absolute contempt.

“Aa ...

Blood oozed from his mouth, his teeth shattered from biting too hard. He held the twisted sword to his chest, straight and swift, concentrating all his strength on one point. Hyacinthus launched a desperate, self-sacrificing attack.

however--

"Oh!"

Kiana slowly raised her sword, and the impact, the weight of the weapon, and the strength of the user caused Hyacinthus to be directly knocked into the sky, and his whole body began to tremble from exhaustion.

one strike!

Just one hit!

The so-called opponent and the so-called full strength seemed pale and ridiculous after this blow.

"Damn it! Damn it! I will definitely..."

Hyacinthus struggled and trembled, trying to continue fighting in a miserable and pitiful manner.

That was an extremely weak posture.

But it was precisely because of this that this belief was conveyed to the members of the Apollo family.

"Captain, please don't..."

"Let me do it, Captain! Even if I lose my life, I will help you defeat her!"

"Yeah! I'll never admit it like that!"

Several Apollo members followed Hyacinthus's example, drew their weapons, and launched a desperate and selfless attack.

It can be seen that although the quality of the Apollo family is not very good, they still do not slack off in their daily training.

The attack rhythm of the several members present was quite intensive and they coordinated well.

Kiana had to face at least two attacks from different directions at the same time, and from time to time someone would seize the opportunity to use a magic sword or magic.

Even the exhausted Hyacinthus, after struggling to stand up, began to chant.

"My name is Love, the darling of light. I give my body to my sun! My name is Sin, the envy of the wind. Call upon me a gust of wind! Cast the wheel of fire! Come, wind of the west!"

It is dazzling and brilliant, like a large disk of sunbeams.

The sun wheel thrown from the right hand with a swung arm spun at high speed and flew towards it.

However, Kiana's face remained expressionless, as she leisurely dodged attacks, rarely counterattacking, as if playing around or showing off her skills, her movements appearing graceful and elegant.

Everyone was so enthusiastic that they lost their minds due to their passion.

There was only one person observing everything calmly.

"This guy...his skills are terrible."

Ability, skill, and adaptability—these are what's usually relied upon on the battlefield. Daphne acknowledged Kiana's exceptional abilities, a power that defied level, something even the strongest first-tier adventurers might not possess. However, her technique was abysmal. Any experienced adventurer would crush Kiana in combat (not just martial arts).

If the opponent only relies on pure ability to crush us...

The difference between humans and beasts is intellect and wisdom.

In nature, dog packs can also hunt brown bears, as long as the tactics are reasonable and the weak can defeat the strong... Isn't this what adventurers excel at?

"Can win!"

There is still a chance to win. She is a better commander than the captain Hyacinthus. The captain is now in a state where he is sure to be eliminated. She just needs to take over the command.

Quickly calculating the remaining magic swords, the members' specialties and abilities, a plan gradually took shape in his mind.

"Boom!"

Suddenly a strong wind blew and the earth shook.

Daphne looked up with dull eyes at the girl who was already standing in front of her.

All the members lay on the ground, their lives unknown, their armor shattered and their weapons broken. The most miserable was Hyacinthus, his limbs twisted into strange shapes, his head severed and his neck charred.