Chapter 58: The Harpy’s Unyielding Fury

You hoped Little Eagle hadn’t forgotten the undead creature whose head she had severed. It had become a shield, taking the blow meant for him when she had tried to harm him earlier.

“You must have thought you obliterated that undead with your magic afterward, didn’t you?”

The truth, however, was far from it. Preoccupied with the other undead, Little Eagle had failed to notice a crucial detail.

She had only blasted the body to pieces. The head, under You’s subtle manipulation, had secretly slipped away from her view.

Necromancy alone couldn’t reinforce the dead unless You actively channeled his power into the undead.

Now, reaching across the void, he infused holy power directly into that severed head.

While only a head remained of this undead, the success of his surprise attack was enough to achieve what its numerous companions had failed to do.

As the teeth clamped down with brutal force, fresh blood began to stream from Little Eagle’s arm!

The sheer volume of blood suggested a bite from a massive beast. Any other person would surely have lost the use of their arm.

“The blood flowing from her body, its color appears to be just like a human’s…”

To You, blood was akin to wine.

Just as wine had its connoisseurs and its detractors, if the blood came from a target he wished to kill, like Little Eagle, it became the finest vintage in his eyes!

A wave of regret washed over You.

Little Eagle was currently drenched in blood, making it impossible to distinguish her blood from the crimson tide. You could only infer that the color of her blood was human-like because it hadn’t changed.

However, discerning which drops belonged specifically to Little Eagle was an impossible task.

His current hope was this:

After the harpy drew her last breath, and he fully dissected her body, there would still be blood left within her, not yet entirely drained…

With Little Eagle’s right arm clamped in a relentless bite, the other undead seized this prime opportunity. They surged forward, launching an incessant assault.

With a swift motion, she shifted her grip, raising her other hand and now wielding her sword in her left.

Despite the injury, her speed of slaughter remained astonishingly swift.

Swish!

After dispatching a roaring undead with a single strike, Little Eagle reversed her grip, slamming the sword hilt down onto the head still clinging to her arm.

The head remained stubbornly clamped onto her until it was utterly pulverized.

“Fire!”

You sensed the moment had ripened.

Based on his meticulous observations:

No matter how resolutely Little Eagle pushed her body, she invariably experienced a 1-2 second slowdown every sixty seconds.

To kill Little Eagle, an unceasing barrage was essential. After all, she was confronting the combined forces of the Seven Great Nations. If nothing else, arrows were certainly plentiful!

With the thunderous roar of taut bowstrings, thick, dark arcs materialized, raining down upon Little Eagle’s position.

The sight of undead warriors wielding arrows from their own respective nations struck the four Legion Commanders as utterly bizarre.

While such a thought felt disrespectful to their fallen countrymen, the Legion Commanders, driven by their deep aversion to monsters, universally wished for one outcome:

That the undead and the demoness would annihilate each other!

Whiz, whiz, whiz, whiz, whiz, whiz!

Arrows descended like a swarm of locusts, yet her sword moved with the grace of a dance.

The silver sword in Little Eagle’s grasp twirled like a fan. Its rapidly spinning blade wove a shimmering silver barrier before her.

Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang!

Numerous arrows clattered to the ground, deflected. Little Eagle, meanwhile, advanced relentlessly, closing the distance to the undead archers with every step.

Upon witnessing this, the Legion Commanders’ initial thought was that Little Eagle had lost her mind.

Yet, once they regained their composure and reconsidered, they realized it was the only logical course of action.

If Little Eagle managed to reach the archers, the trouble would swiftly shift to them!

Given the speed this demoness had previously displayed, the four Legion Commanders held no doubt:

She could slaughter every last one of them before the undead archers even had a chance to switch weapons!

You bellowed his command:

“Keep firing! Do not spare a single arrow!”

He was convinced that a continuous volley of arrows would eventually wear Little Eagle down.

His reasoning was not unfounded.

When she was approximately ten paces from the undead, Little Eagle’s advance halted.

Taking flight was not a viable option.

With her strength severely depleted, the transition from ground to air would expose Little Eagle to even greater peril.

Thus, deflecting arrows from her current position was her optimal strategy.

Wave after wave of arrows rained down, only to be deflected by the flashing blade.

“Haa-haa… hoo-haa…”

Little Eagle’s ragged gasps grew louder. By You’s calculations, she was nearing that fleeting, vulnerable window of one to two seconds.

Whiz, whiz, whiz, whiz, whiz, whiz, whiz, whiz, whiz, whiz!

Before her eyes, arrows blotted out the sky. This time, Little Eagle’s speed simply could not match her own demands.

Thwip!

The moment the first arrow struck, Little Eagle’s sword swing visibly faltered.

Though she quickly resumed her relentless swings, she couldn’t escape further injury.

Thwip, thwip, thwip, thwip!

Including the initial hit, Little Eagle now had one arrow lodged in her left arm, another in her right leg, and three more piercing her torso!

The fletching propelled the arrow shafts into a furious spin, and the icy arrowheads mercilessly tore through her flesh, drawing forth gushes of boiling blood. These crimson drops, like scattered rubies, splattered around her feet.

Her body perforated by the sharp shafts, fresh blood adorned her lips as she coughed.

For a fleeting moment, Little Eagle’s left hand continued to wield the silver sword, yet her eyes had lost their vibrant luster, appearing as vacant as those of a dying person.

“Excellent! Now, prepare to meet your end!”

Arrows nocked, the undead prepared for their next synchronized volley.

It was at this precise moment that Little Eagle, who had momentarily lowered her head, suddenly raised it once more.

Her eyes had not only regained their fierce light, but now burned with an intensity far more terrifying than before.

While a gaze could not kill, the sword gripped in her hand certainly could!

With a powerful stomp of her left foot, her form vanished from the spot, leaving the undead archers, poised to fire, in utter bewilderment.

With their target gone, their assault was forced to a temporary halt.

You needed a moment to process, but by the time a thought finally clicked, he only had time to bellow two words:

“No good—”

He had no opportunity to command the undead to nock their bows. In a mere flash, Little Eagle had already reappeared directly before the monstrous throng.

After such a prolonged slaughter, Little Eagle’s magical reserves were dwindling.

She was left with a stark choice: offense or self-preservation.

Her subsequent actions unequivocally declared her decision.

She would rather succumb to her grievous wounds than leave a single one of these enemies alive!

In a flash, her sword flashed like a dancing butterfly. Shards of flesh flew into the air, and a crimson rain seemed to cheer for her triumph.

“Impossible…”

At this moment, You’s face was a mask of utter disbelief!

Not everyone, however, shared his stunned reaction.

“Though she’s a demon, she truly looks magnificent! If she weren’t fighting against our nation’s soldiers, I’d even be tempted to cheer for her.”

After the initial shock had worn off, the fiery Legion Commander, whom You had once challenged, found his attitude towards Little Eagle solidified by his own nature.

It was pure admiration!

Was it not natural to admire a warrior who fought without fear of death?

Hearing such an inappropriate sentiment from one of his own, You shot the Legion Commander a furious glare, only for it to be met with an equally defiant stare.

“What are you staring at? If you’re so displeased, kill me then! But you should consider carefully first—it’s not clear who would be killing whom!”

The Legion Commander hoped You hadn’t forgotten that the soldiers he had brought from the kingdom would obey only his commands here.