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The enormous Firebird, measuring five to six meters in size, overshadowed the narrow alleyway like the sun.
Freya's figure was concealed within the Firebird, her expression fixed as she stared down at the Black Armored Man. The blood at the corner of her mouth had dried, but a strong killing intent locked onto him as if it were tangible.
There was no way to escape. Feeling the immense pressure created by the sharp currents of air that spread across the ground, a fierce look suddenly appeared in the man's eyes. He swung his Black Greatsword violently into the air.
Thick black energy quickly coalesced like gelatin into a grotesque Scorpion, entirely black and menacing.
"Black Scorpion!!! Strike!"
Amidst the furious roar, the tail of the energy-formed Black Scorpion suddenly shot out, its tip glowing with a faint Black Light.
"Boom!"
The two brutal beasts formed from energy collided violently, causing the massive sharp air currents to shatter the narrow alleyway.
Flames and black currents filled the area.
Suddenly, the blazing Firebird, composed of Scorching Touch and energy, surged in size during its confrontation with the Black Scorpion, expanding even further and interspersed with specks of purple light.
The sharp bird claws and beak lunged toward the Black Scorpion, while the Black Scorpion raised its two massive Scorpion Claws in response.
"Ding..."
A distant sound echoed between the two beasts as an invisible ripple slowly spread outwards.
"Crash!"
The originally bright Black Light of the Black Scorpion trembled violently, its solid shell shattering inch by inch into wisps of black smoke that quietly dissipated in the air.
The figures of both combatants gradually became visible.
Freya held a long spear that burned with a mix of red and purple flames, her cold face illuminated by the weapon, creating a breathtaking sight.
In front of her, the Black Armored Man stared wide-eyed in disbelief at his shattered black Half Armor and the similarly cracked Black Greatsword in his hands.
"My strongest Scorpion Armor and Scorpion Sting..."
Before he could finish, his massive body slowly toppled backward.
Thud.
The corpse fell, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Feeling the man's life force gradually dissipate, Freya slowly straightened up.
Her face was slightly pale, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
Suddenly, she bent over and spat out a mouthful of dark red blood.
Stabbing Sword Finale - Blood Bird was Freya's most powerful move, combining the witchcraft she had learned with several sword techniques from Stiletto.
It not only possessed unmatched area damage but also had a more piercing attack capability.
In a one-on-one situation, even a great Knight's Pinnacle would not be feared; however, the only drawback of this move was its immense energy consumption.
At this moment, after spitting out blood, Freya felt a dull pain in her head as if it were being torn apart. Her body also experienced severe soreness to some extent, a consequence of excessive mental strain and energy depletion.
Standing still for a minute to recover some stamina, Freya cast a deep glance at the corpse on the ground before turning indifferently toward the direction of the city and running away, soon disappearing into the darkness.
The tremendous commotion caused by their battle would undoubtedly have alerted the soldiers in the city. Given her current state, it was inconvenient for her to dispose of the body. For now, she could only leave and plan her next move.
The howling night wind rushed past as Freya made her way toward the inn.
In the distance, amidst the ruins of Disarray, the body of a burly Black Armored Man lay quietly, surrounded by flickering sparks that illuminated his wide-eyed, unblinking face.
Suddenly, a chilling breeze swept through, causing the recently deceased man's body to tremble violently. From the blood hole in his abdomen, wisps of black smoke began to emerge.
The smoke twisted and writhed, with faint whispers barely audible.
"I... I am unwilling... I am so unwilling... That woman... must die... she must die..."
The dark smoke emanating from his abdomen twisted continuously, resembling a face of a man screaming in anguish, as an invisible grievance slowly gathered around him.
"Hmm?"
Strangely, beside the corpse, a semi-transparent figure gradually appeared. It seemed to find something amusing as it gazed at the bizarre sight of the black-armored body.
The figure was towering, nearly three meters tall, illuminated by the faint glow of sparks. It resembled a terrifying beast standing still, and behind it trailed a thick tail that swayed unconsciously.
The enormous translucent figure crouched down gracefully, tilting its head to observe the vengeful face formed by the black smoke.
"Heh heh. How interesting," the figure's voice sounded like the grinding of broken glass, exceptionally unpleasant. "This is my first time seeing a black soul. You look so distressed; let me help you."
With that, it suddenly extended its transparent hand and grasped the twisted face of the black smoke, giving it a gentle squeeze.
*Crack*
With a sharp sound, it opened its palm to reveal a fist-sized but crystal-clear black scorpion that appeared terrified and began chirping loudly.
"Such a wonderful soul, is it Scorpion? Just what I need, someone to help me watch the house, and you are perfect for the job!"
As she spoke to herself, the massive transparent figure once again grasped Scorpion and suddenly hurled it towards its head.
"Creak... Creak..."
The unpleasant sound of chewing echoed clearly throughout the ruins, and before long, a loud gulp followed.
...
Half an hour later.
'Bang'
A delicate white foot suddenly stepped onto the window, followed by a white figure.
A disheveled Freya appeared in her hotel room. Her white silk nightgown was tattered, barely covering her skin underneath, and on her back were two long scratches, with pieces of fabric torn aside, exposing her back and part of her hip.
Fortunately, there were only two deep red marks on her back, and there was no blood.
Casually tearing off the now-unwearable nightgown, Freya placed the Tide Gem she had been hiding on the table and let out a heavy sigh.
This chase had been thrilling, but the rewards were absolutely worth it. More importantly, through this experience, she had clearly identified her current strength and unique fighting style.
In the past, she had used her swordsmanship and witchcraft separately. Even when using Scorching Touch's Enchantment in battle, it could only be considered a very basic application.
As for Bloodbird, before today it had merely been her theoretically strongest move. She never expected that today would completely prove the fusion of swordsmanship and witchcraft, with its power exceeding her expectations.
This made her feel as if she could see a path that belonged solely to her.
To know, she had always fought using her body and swordsmanship before encountering the wizard. Even at the limits of human capability as a Great Knight, she could inflict some damage on wizards, but ultimately, this was a difference in life levels. However, tonight's battle had allowed her to vaguely grasp something that belonged to her—a new fusion of knightly and wizardly powers.
Then there was the Black Armored Man's liquid-like aura; if not for her special circumstances, she would likely have remained there.
After freshening up and changing into a nightgown, Freya sat at the table, her eyes slightly narrowed as she gazed at the Tide Gem.
This precious material for Cursed Items originally belonged to the Mayor of Main, and now it had somehow ended up in her hands.
She was certain that she would need to trade this material; after all, such high-level materials were beyond her current ability to protect.
Ideally, she hoped to exchange it for materials for a Promotion Array; otherwise, at the very least, it could be traded for a large amount of Magic Stones.
As for the trouble behind the Tide Gem, she had her own thoughts.
This item had originally been stolen; its origins were quite dark. At that time, she had already used Ashfire to completely erase her traces. Although there was a high chance that the Black Armored Man could trace it back to her, it would still take some time to do so.
She knew that although she had not formally signed a Contract with the academy, she was still nominally a student of the Aelgreen Wizard Academy, which stood behind her as a massive entity.
Wizards who set their sights on ordinary noble people could see their weight; even if they were powerful themselves, they needed to consider the consequences of dealing with her.
After carefully observing the Tide Gem, Freya solemnly placed it into her belongings.
The recent battle was not without danger; just the physical and mental exertion left her feeling weak.
Once she secured the gem, she held the Blue Crystal bracelet in one hand and began to meditate on the bed while reflecting on the events of tonight's battle.
...
In the fresh morning light, the bustling city from the night before gradually returned to calm.
Freya energetically got out of bed. With the help of the Azure Crystal Bracelet, her mental and physical strength had nearly returned to its best state after a night of rest.
She quickly changed into her Leather Armor and did a simple check of her weapons before pushing open the window to look outside.
At that moment, soldiers in the Main City were still patrolling back and forth, seemingly with tighter intervals than the day before.
After a brief glance, she withdrew her gaze and slowly organized her belongings.
Most of her important items were placed in her waist pouch, while only less important clothing and books were stored in her suitcase.
Given the previous White Lion Head Token, she figured leaving the city wouldn't be too heavily scrutinized.
After packing her belongings, she hung the white token at her waist and headed downstairs with her things.
At this time, most people in the inn had not yet woken up, making it feel somewhat quiet. Only two young attendants dressed as servants sat yawning at the front desk.
Freya walked straight to the front desk and was about to speak up to settle her bill when the inn's door, which had been closed, suddenly swung open. A line of soldiers clad in Silver Armor, holding long spears and wearing solemn expressions, filed in.
The leading soldier also wore Silver Armor, but a golden tulip pattern was engraved on the left chest of his armor, giving him a somewhat distinctive aura. (To be continued...)
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