On the potholed road, a demon supply convoy of twelve wagons struggled forward.
Each wagon was pulled by four Horned Rhinos and loaded to the brim with magic crystals and all kinds of potions needed at the front.
“Damn it! This road is worse than a swamp crawling with snot-bugs!” A lizardman soldier kicked the wheel in frustration, splattering mud across his leather boots.
He pointed at the countless craters and cursed, “Those idiots up front—just fight the damn war! Did they have to tear the whole road to pieces? Don’t they know how important supply lines are?”
Another demon glanced at his companion. “Why the rush? Being late might not be a bad thing. They’re storming a city up there—who knows how brutal it is? With our strength, we won’t earn much glory anyway. Plenty of chance to die pointlessly, though!”
“Cowardice in the face of the enemy? Want to be fed to the rhinos?” A cold voice suddenly sounded behind them, startling both demons.
“L-Lord Bemon, I didn’t mean—”
“Hmph.” The dark-red-armored Bemon swept a cold gaze over them. The pressure of a diamond-tier blood clan made the two low-tier demons tremble.
After disciplining his men, Bemon turned his eyes to the winding road.
Though he hated to admit it, the cowardly lizardmen were right—the front-line troops’ disregard for logistics was infuriating.
At this pace, the convoy was already thirty percent behind schedule.
They wouldn’t reach the front lines on time.
The thought of the quartermaster’s venomous face and the inevitable punishment soured Bemon’s mood further.
“Looks like we’ll have to cut rest stops…” he muttered, recalculating the itinerary.
Just then, commotion broke out at the rear of the convoy.
Bemon’s face darkened, scarlet eyes flashing with menace.
They were already delayed. If some idiot caused more trouble now, he wouldn’t mind making an example.
But when he strode to the back, the scene left him momentarily stunned.
A seemingly frail black-haired woman stood in the middle of the road, two demon corpses at her feet.
Her thin dress was soaked in blood. Her pale face was splattered with gore. She stomped again and again on the unrecognizable bodies.
Bemon’s first reaction wasn’t rage, but confusion—how?
One could tell at a glance whether someone was battle-hardened. This woman wore no armor, carried no weapon, and her movements were stiff and untrained—she was clearly an ordinary civilian.
Bemon couldn’t understand how she had killed his men.
Since he couldn’t see through her, he would test her.
“What are you waiting for?” His icy gaze swept over the hesitant soldiers. “Kill her.”
“But Lord Bemon—”
“Now!”
An order that brooked no refusal.
Four soldiers stepped forward. They exchanged glances and quickly spread out to encircle her.
The demon on the far left raised a scimitar. The lizardman on the right whipped his tail. The other two advanced from the front with spears.
They attacked simultaneously—blade, tail, and spearheads sealing all escape from four directions.
The woman’s counterattack was utterly chaotic. Like a rabid beast, she didn’t dodge or block.
She simply swung her fists in the most primitive way, smashing them down one by one.
Those seemingly weak fists carried terrifying speed and power. In moments, the four demons lay dead in pools of blood.
But a spear had also plunged deep into her abdomen.
She wrenched it out with a roar. Blood gushed, staining her tattered dress even redder.
“Demons… destroy… all of you…”
Such frenzied, self-destructive fighting made even the battle-hardened demon soldiers instinctively step back.
Bemon, however, relaxed his brow.
“As I thought.”
Understanding flashed in his scarlet eyes.
The woman indeed possessed astonishing strength, but she fought purely on instinct.
His initial judgment had been correct—she was an ordinary civilian with no formal training.
What truly interested Bemon was what power could cause such a transformation in a normal human woman.
Forbidden magic? Some new alchemical drug?
Even if it eroded sanity, the potential it displayed was enticing.
If he could uncover the secret, he wouldn’t have to worry about the convoy’s delay—he might even earn great merit.
“Pity you’re in this state. I doubt you can tell me anything useful.” Bemon stepped forward slowly. The surrounding soldiers automatically cleared a path. “Looks like I’ll have to search your corpse for clues…”
He elegantly raised his right hand. Red-black blood droplets seeped from his fingertips.
Instead of falling, the droplets hung in the air, rapidly expanding into a flowing mist of blood.
Blood Manipulation: Venom Blood Armor
The blood wrapped around his body, forming a constantly shifting red-black armor that exuded a pungent, corrosive stench. Wherever it passed, grass withered.
Bemon’s blood contained corrosive venom. This armor forged from it was both his strongest shield and deadliest weapon.
As expected, the berserk woman charged straight at him, oblivious to the danger.
Her first punch slammed into his crossed arms. Bemon even heard his own bones crack.
“Such strength, but…”
Her second punch caved in his sternum, the impact scattering the venomous blood on his surface.
“Strength and speed rising again? Wait… wait!”
Bemon’s shout was cut short by the third punch. His jaw shattered, his neck spun several times, and he crashed into a wagon loaded with potions. Countless shattered vials poured down the sides.
The woman’s right hand sizzled from the corrosion, bone showing through in places.
Yet she seemed to feel no pain. Roaring, she lunged at the remaining demons.
…
The commotion from the demon supply convoy caught Lin Jun’s attention.
What the hell? A monster that crawled out of the mist?
He had planned to study the mist on the western coast after Threehill City was settled. He hadn’t expected something like this to come out of it.
While splitting his focus to command the battle, Lin Jun pulled up the panel of the creature that had wiped out the convoy and was now heading east.
On the battlefield, for a split second, the Puchis’ movements stuttered. The demons seized the opening and destroyed a few before they snapped back to normal.
But Lin Jun no longer cared about the minor losses.
【Status: Guided, Wrath】 【Seven Sins: Wrath – Meteor-like Strength (Unauthorized Possession)】
One of the Seven Sins—Wrath?
Lin Jun hadn’t expected to suddenly encounter another Sin besides himself.
But looking at her state… had she lost her mind?
In Lin Jun’s view, this thing called Lucia had attributes skyrocketing at a terrifying rate, as if there were no upper limit.
But that wasn’t even what concerned him most.
What the hell did “Unauthorized Possession” mean? Were these things regulated?
And what was “Guided”?
More importantly… the direction she was moving—wasn’t that straight toward Threehill City?
(End of Chapter)
