After waiting patiently for what felt like an eternity, Tian finally took action.

  A cold smirk curled on his lips as he thrust his blade straight through the red-haired knight’s body.

  “You—! When did you—!”

  The red-haired knight’s eyes flew open, filled with disbelief and fury.

  “Nooo!”

  Rodel let out a guttural cry of anguish, powerless as the red-haired knight’s HP bar dropped to zero.

  The knight slowly collapsed to the ground.

  Blood pooled beneath him.

  Then he lay still.

  Finally, the silver shield-bearer snapped into action, squaring off against the goblins who had ambushed him.

  Luckily, his defense was sky-high—otherwise, he would have already fallen.

  But after a few exchanges, he realized something terrifying:

  These goblins weren’t just strong—they had unbelievable defenses as well!

  The spear-wielding ones kept him at bay, making it impossible to close the distance.

  “Captain! These goblins aren’t normal! There are only six of them, but I can’t even hold them off!”

  The silver shield-bearer’s panicked voice echoed as he was driven back, step by step.

  At that moment, the goblins snatched burning torches from the ground and hurled them at him.

  Flames caught on the cloth parts of his armor, quickly burning through.

  “Aaaah! It burns! It burns so bad!!”

  Screaming hysterically, the silver shield-bearer dropped his shield and flailed about like a human torch.

  “Damn you, filthy goblins! I’ll kill every last one of you!”

  Rodel howled in fury, his voice cracking.

  Eveleya burst into tears—she hadn’t cried even when facing wyverns, but now, with two comrades dead before her eyes, she couldn’t hold back.

  Tian sneered coldly.

  “Time to move. The rest of you—hunt down those manning the dragon ballistae!”

  With that, he and a dozen goblins dragged their two captives and disappeared into the drainage tunnels—gone in seconds.

  Bright Town instantly descended into total chaos.

  Even when the wyverns had rampaged through earlier, the townspeople hadn’t panicked like this.

  Now they’d completely lost it.

  Far below the mountain,

  A huge swath of trees was flattened into splinters.

  Small animals nearby died of fright before they could even flee.

  The battle between the Sword Saintess and her opponent was nothing short of apocalyptic.

  Several small hills had already been reduced to flat ground.

  It was a scene of utter devastation.

  “What the hell? Goblins dare invade at a time like this?”

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  The Sword Saintess’s voice betrayed a hint of surprise as she fixed a cold gaze on the purple-armored woman before her.

  She had finally removed her blindfold, revealing piercing sky-blue eyes—deep and cold, like twin glaciers.

  The purple-armored woman was none other than the Amethyst Dragon Mother in human form.

  Standing nearly two meters tall, her body was both curvaceous and powerful. Her ‘armor’ wasn’t metal at all—it was an exoskeleton sprouted directly from her flesh.

  Pure dominance.

  Her golden vertical pupils were razor-sharp.

  Now, however, she was covered in wounds, molten blood dripping from her like lava.

  The Amethyst Dragon Mother bared her fangs in a sneer,

  “Hmph. Looks like you’re about to have your hands full, human Sword Saint…”

  She lunged again with her clawed hand.

  She moved with insane speed—the shockwave alone sent wood chips flying behind her!

  The Sword Saintess handled it effortlessly.

  “Hands full? Let’s see how much dragon blood you have left to spill.”

  “Super-tier Sword Art: Steel Gale!”

  Magic circles spun wildly along her blade as she swung in a frenzy.

  Each strike unleashed tangible, razor-sharp sword energy—dense and overlapping, relentless in its assault.

  The Amethyst Dragon Mother’s pupils narrowed. She crossed her arms defensively as her exoskeleton grew frantically, desperately trying to cocoon her.

  But under the onslaught of Steel Gale, her armor shattered piece by piece!

  Her whole body was blasted backward, slamming deep into the earth.

  Stray sword energy carved gashes ten meters long and three meters deep into the ground.

  Terrifying.

  The Sword Saintess was about to press the attack—

  —but screams from Bright Town pierced her concentration, stopping her cold.

  She’d accepted the mission to protect the town.

  If everyone died, what would be the point?

  She turned and rushed back toward Bright Town.

  “Hmph. Goblins, huh? Thanks for the distraction—I nearly got finished off by that lunatic. I won’t forget this.”

  The Amethyst Dragon Mother, drenched in blood, struggled to her feet.

  She shifted back into her colossal dragon form and soared toward Dragon Island.

  With one final roar, the remaining dozen wyverns followed her and retreated.

  There was no point in staying—the losses were already catastrophic.

  “Got away, did you? Fine. I’ll pay Dragon Island a personal visit later and wipe them out myself.”

  The Sword Saintess muttered, glancing up at the sky.

  Then she hurried into the town.

  People poured from the shelters in a panic.

  A horde of goblins was slaughtering everyone in sight—bodies everywhere!

  Some women were even being assaulted right there on the spot!

  The sight made the Sword Saintess’s blood boil with fury.

  In her absence, her town had been reduced to this chaos!

  “Rodel! Useless—can’t even handle a bunch of goblins?!”

  No answer.

  Her rage flared. She raised her longsword high above her head.

  With a sky-shaking roar:

  “Super-tier Sword Art: Judgment Fall!”

  A massive shockwave erupted from her, instantly snuffing out every flame within a hundred meters.

  A gigantic magic circle appeared in the sky.

  Countless blades of pure mana rained down like meteors,

  each one piercing a goblin’s skull with deadly precision.

  In less than five seconds, dozens of goblins—each as strong as high-level adventurers—dropped dead.

  Even she staggered slightly afterward.

  She could’ve killed them one by one without breaking a sweat,

  but the panicked crowd made it impossible to attack precisely.

  Her power was overwhelming—one stray hit could kill innocents.

  At that moment, a heavily wounded adventurer staggered forward.

  It was Beck, leader of the second-ranked Stormwind Heroes.

  “Holy Saintess… Rodel and his party… they were captured by the goblins!”

  “What?”

  The Sword Saintess froze.

  Captured by mere goblins?

  Her own disciple?

  If word got out, the humiliation would be unbearable.

  Beck clutched his wound, his voice trembling with fear.

  “These goblins aren’t normal… each one is as strong as a great goblin variant! The red-haired knight and silver shield-bearer are dead! How… how is this possible?”

  The Sword Saintess looked over.

  Sure enough, two bodies lay there.

  “Each one as strong as a great goblin?”

  She snorted coldly.

  “Then I’ll wipe out every goblin tribe in the Corrupted Forest!”

  In that instant, fury consumed her.

  Sword energy raged around her like a storm.

  Every step she took sent cracks spidering through the scorched ground.

  A terrified resident crouched nearby, whimpering,

  “Holy Saintess… are you leaving? What will we do if you go?”

  “Yeah! What if those evil dragons come back? Or if more goblins are hiding?!”

  The crowd huddled together, trembling in fear, their faces filled with despair.

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