Chapter 2338 - 110: Magic Sword (Part 1)

The two swords thrust into the mercenary's body, and Shaya forcefully pushed it forward, the corpse crashing into the two people. She then backhanded a dagger, plunging it into the throat of one person, burying it to the hilt, that person fell face-up. Using the momentum of the corpse, Shaya drew a pair of curved blades from her waist, creating a trail of snow light, as the remaining person's head flew high into the sky.

She then turned around, and both curved blades in her hands struck simultaneously, each hitting a target, the two people fell together, with the hilts of the blades still shaking uncontrollably. Shaya rolled in the snow to create distance, raised her longbow again, and shot down another person.

As she aimed the bow at another person, that person finally became frightened, showing a look of terror and turned to flee. Shaya narrowed her eyes slightly, paused silently, then decisively released the bowstring, the arrow with a piercing scream catching up with the fleeing person from behind, who fell silently forward onto the snow.

A sudden sound of a sharp blade slicing through the air came from behind, without thinking Shaya used the bow to defend from the back, but unexpectedly, a dizzy spell hit, her hand softened, a massive force pressed through the bow, hit her, and unexpectedly sent her flying.

She rolled several times in the snow before groggily climbing back up, the system issuing a piercing scream, indicating that her physical fitness had declined to a dangerous level. Shaya glanced at the character panel, seeing all the attributes had significantly reduced.

She raised her head and saw a knight dressed in a black and white war robe holding a longsword standing not far from her. The knight's indifferent gaze looked at a distant place before returning to her, issuing a muffled voice from underneath the helmet:

"He has already given up resisting, you shouldn't have killed him."

Sadly looking at the bodies in the snow, Shaya gently wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, "Isn't it true that they were unarmed?"

The knight shook his head sternly: "They are sinners."

"You are the sinners."

Shaya gritted her teeth, looking at the opponent, speaking each word with determination. She raised her bow, aimed at the knight, and shot an arrow, but the knight casually swung his sword, deflecting the arrow. The arrow flew away, landing far in the snow.

Shaya watched silently as there were still several knights behind him. Even at her peak, dealing with these knights would take considerable effort, let alone now. Her heart felt cold, but she still gripped the bow tightly, supporting herself on the ground with one hand, shakily standing up.

"Intransigent."

The knight looked at her, shook his head, putting away his sword, not intending to deal with someone who had lost the ability to resist. The mercenaries behind him already surged forward, trying to pin Shaya to the snow, but Shaya looked at the person walking out from behind the mercenaries, and for the first time, anger showed in her eyes:

"Grid, why did you betray everyone?"

The man who had pledged loyalty before Mofein Grayflame not long ago, stepped back guiltily, but quickly regained courage, looking at Shaya with a resentful gaze, as if he were the victim.

He angrily said: "It wasn't because of you, the initial purpose of establishing this camp was just to find a way to survive, and look at the 'good' you all did? You went to town to save people, smugly thinking you succeeded, but aren't the masters difficult to deal with? You Holy Chosen don't understand anything, everything you did was just causing trouble... no, you were just using us."

Shaya coldly looked at this person: "Masters, Grid, you call them so intimately... but don't forget who put you in this predicament."

"It was you, you sinners," Grid shouted loudly: "I was once guilty like you, but the master has forgiven my sins, the Lord of Storm will personally redeem me, I am certainly not like you people."

Shaya looked coldly at this person, she hadn't imagined the evils of this world, she just didn't expect it to manifest so vividly in this person.

Grid seemed to read a sense of shame from her gaze, that contempt made him feel uneasy, but after unease came fury, though knowing she was a Holy Chooser, he couldn't help but curse: "You damn bitch, it's all your fault..."

While cursing, he raised his fist to punch Shaya in the face.

A whistle came through the wind, the man suddenly screamed as a feather arrow shot through, piercing his right hand. He instantly clutched his hand, kneeling on the ground and wailing, "Someone help..."

The Crow's Claw Knights watched the scene like a farce, they looked towards the direction the arrow came from, only to see a pale-faced youth, holding a bow, standing there. Shaya looked towards that place, her gaze slightly narrowed:

"Little Kong?"

"Sister Shaya," the youth looked this way: "I'm here to protect you..."

"You can't even protect yourself," Shaya angrily said, "Get lost!"

Her heart was anxious, remembering Fang Hong had told her that Little Kong's remaining Starlight was scarce.

But the youth gently shook his head, tossed the bow without arrows on the ground, then drew his longsword, and boldly faced each knight.