Chapter 13

In the midst of the three demon leaders and a group of demon minions staring in shock at the "What the hell is this fat sheep talking about?!" the main character, the succubus, moved. Her figure lunged forward, and her left hand, clad in a mithril claw, shot out, grabbing the head of a Quasit and then squeezing it tightly.

A soft "crack" was heard, and the triangular blades inside the mithril claw easily cut into the Quasit's skull, then crushed it like a rotten orange, leaving a mess of red and white on the ground.

"Shit!"

"Shit!"

"Oh shit!"

The three demon leaders cried out in unison, realizing that this "fat sheep" was a bit more troublesome than they thought. Demon No. 2, a Babau, and Demon No. 3, another Babau, immediately swung their claws at the succubus—but missed.

After disposing of the unfortunate Quasit, the first victim of this battle, the succubus did not linger. She quickly retreated, and as she did, her tail lashed out with a "thud," the mithril tailhook piercing the head of a Dretch blocking her escape. The other two Dretches, frightened, quickly backed away, clearing the path for her.

"Damn it, stop her!"

Seeing the succubus about to escape, Demon No. 1, a Centaur demon known as an Iron Rider, shouted in anger. However, no one moved. The three mid-level demons, including himself, were positioned at the front, while the few low-level demons at the back lacked the intelligence and courage to act. After one of them was killed, the other two were immediately frightened.

The succubus could have escaped, but she did not choose to run—what a joke. After wandering the wilderness for so long, it was rare to see a fellow demon. How could she not have a proper exchange? How could she not slice and dice, turn them into minced meat, grind them into powder, and then laugh maniacally while holding her head, "Hahaha"? Really, really, really.

As she retreated, the succubus reached for the knife pouch at her waist, her index, middle, ring, and little fingers gripping three extremely light but razor-sharp mithril throwing knives. She then threw them forward—two cries of pain echoed from the other side, one especially loud.

The three knives hit two opponents. One clutched his chest and fell, while the other clutched his groin, dying with his eyes wide open.

"...I need to improve my aim," the succubus vowed, as she had initially aimed for their chests.

But it didn't matter. As long as she hit and killed her enemies, it was fine. If she hit the wrong spot, she could just wash it off after the fight. Was she supposed to apologize to them?

The succubus was very open-minded about this. However, the highway bandit group, despite the low intelligence of the Dretches and Quasits, could hear the different meaning in the especially tragic "Gah" of their comrade. They all felt a chill in their groins.

Demon No. 1, a Centaur demon known as an Iron Rider, saw that this wouldn't do. He shouted, leveled his spear, and charged at the succubus with all four hooves.

Seeing the half-demon, half-horse monster charging at her with great momentum, the succubus did not dodge. She focused her mind, slightly bent her body, lightly touched the ground with her left foot, and firmly planted her right foot to maintain her balance, ready to turn and avoid at any moment. Her right hand rested on the hilt of her sword at her waist, her spirit and energy reaching their peak—

As the Iron Rider charged, the succubus thought, "Here he comes!" She sidestepped, drew her sword, and slashed at the Iron Rider's neck. Blood splattered in an instant, and with the Iron Rider's own momentum, the succubus's sword cleanly decapitated him.

The headless body continued to charge forward for a few meters before collapsing with a "thud." The head, now separated from the body, looked in disbelief at its headless corpse. Only then did it realize, "Ah, I'm dead."

And then it died.

With the "thud" of the Iron Rider's body hitting the ground, the succubus sheathed her sword and looked up at the group of mid- and low-level demons, who were now terrified. She smirked and thought to herself, "Damn, I was so cool just now."

From a third-person perspective, the succubus's series of attacks were swift, ruthless, and beautiful. Ignoring her exposed anatomy, she was indeed very powerful and cool.

But to the demons who were her enemies, her power and coolness were terrifying—describing a demon as a demon was entirely appropriate.

Thus, after showing off her coolness, the succubus continued to walk forward, step by step. For every step she took forward, the demon bandits took a step back. Step by step, they retreated. Finally, a Dretch's heel hit a small stone and he fell with a "thud."

Immediately, the nervous Dretch trembled and screamed, "Ahh," then turned and ran for his life.

Seeing him run, the other demon bandits immediately turned and ran as well. Dozens of demons scattered in a flurry, quickly disappearing from sight.

"Little lord won... phew."

Seeing the group of idiots run away in fear, the succubus finally breathed a sigh of relief. Despite her earlier bravado, she had actually been quite scared. The Iron Rider and the two Babaus were mid-level demons, equivalent to her own class, and with a group of Dretches and Quasits, they were not easy to handle. If they had all attacked at once...

Well, she could just kill them all for experience! The succubus had magic scrolls and wands in her two dimensional bags, which could scare them to death. Using just one-tenth, no, one-twentieth of them would be enough to obliterate those scoundrels a hundred times over. Thinking about this, the succubus felt she didn't need to be so cautious at all!

Afterward, the succubus looked around and saw only three Dretch corpses and one Iron Rider corpse. It was not a mountain of bodies or a sea of blood. In such a situation, holding her head and laughing "Hahaha" would not make her look cool and dominant, but rather like an idiot. Thinking about this, the succubus had no interest in staying and messing around.

After uttering a magic command, the three throwing knives, which were still embedded in the dead Dretch and had missed and landed on the ground, disappeared and returned to her knife pouch. Magic weapons had their advantages.

Then, the succubus searched the Iron Rider's body and found that this bandit was quite tragic—only a small bag of gold coins, used by the inhabitants of the Material Plane, and no soul prisms. As a bandit, to be this poor was truly embarrassing.

"Bad luck," the succubus muttered as she emptied the money bag and put it in her dimensional bag. Just as she was about to leave, she heard a series of "clap, clap, clap" sounds—someone was clapping slowly and deliberately. Without thinking, the succubus threw a throwing knife.

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