Chapter 142: The Silent Harrow attacks
Even with a Gold Tier 4 enemy leading a group of elite invaders, they failed to break through the ever-thickening wall of Crimson-eyed warriors. The battlefield had become a storm of chaos and destruction, the central region of the forest now a warzone soaked in blood, magic, and betrayal.
What was even more alarming was the sheer volume of Crimson-eyed warriors now flooding the region—seemingly endless, as if drawn from the very forest itself. The invaders began to falter. The longer the fighting went on, the more the invading armies broke formation and morale as their dead piled high.
Then, it happened.
All across the battlefield, strange patterned sigils suddenly began to glow across the bodies of individuals—both among the Crimson-eyed warriors and the invading forces. Their eyes glazed over, and then they roared—in sync, as though possessed.
"We are the Silent Harrow! In the name of our master, we shall subdue the Key and slaughter you all!"
A towering demon, radiating Gold Tier 5 aura, surged forward with brutal momentum, leading a horde of warriors whose bodies were marked with the same ominous sigils.
They didn't discriminate. They attacked all—former comrades, enemies, and neutrals alike.
"Bastards! How could you?!"
"Grawwgh! What have you done to this one's kin?!"
"Sir Grimagims—you too?! Why have you betrayed us?!"
"So there were more traitors in our own clan?! Kill them!"
Panic, rage, and disbelief swept through the battlefield as trusted allies turned traitor in droves. These sigil-marked warriors fought with unnatural synchronization, employing advanced formations despite coming from vastly different factions. It was no longer just chaos—it was orchestrated chaos.
Still, the Crimson-eyed warriors did not falter. With grim determination, they retaliated, unleashing blasts of bloody ki and magical energy that exploded across the field like thunder.
But the treachery ran deeper.
More sigils flared—more warriors turned.
In the midst of this madness, a demon race woman, her body subtly glowing with runes, stepped forward. Her crimson eyes gleamed, and she began chanting a powerful wide-ranged destructive spell, clearly targeting Elton's group.
Christy noticed her immediately. She moved to intercept, but realized—she was a moment too late.
FWOOOOSH!
A burning red arrow sliced through the air like a meteor, piercing straight through the barely-formed spell, and smashed into the demon woman's shoulder, interrupting her cast. She was flung backward, crashing into trees and knocking aside several warriors before being pinned to one of the trunks.
"Kugh—Damn it! How did you…?! Why are your arrows this strong?!" she screamed in pain, clawing at the embedded projectile.
From above, Tongsheng descended like a shadow of judgment, her voice as cold as steel.
"I was right about you. You're nothing but a traitorous bitch. Accept your death."
"I won't let you!" the demon woman roared, bleeding and furious.
She fired a flurry of spells, desperately trying to fend off the crimson-eyed warriors that had surrounded her. Despite her Gold Tier 4 power, her strength was visibly weakening.
"What is this…? Is it—this arrow?!"
"Oh, so you finally noticed?" Tongsheng smirked. "Too late."
Suddenly, crimson saplings erupted from the ground, their thorned branches ensnaring the demon woman and binding her to the tree she was pinned against. Dozens of needle-like red pellets rained down, piercing into her body with brutal precision.
She screamed—more in fear than pain—as her blood was drawn into the bark behind her.
With a casual flick of her hand, Tongsheng recalled the arrow, tearing it from the demon's shoulder. The woman's expression grew pale, her lips quivering as she watched her own lifeforce being devoured by the tree.
But there was no time to revel in victory.
Four more powerful enemies surged into the clearing. Two were Gold Tier 4, and the other two were Golden Lords. Among them—the towering Gold Tier 5 who had first proclaimed the Silent Harrow's intentions.
Tongsheng gritted her teeth, her killing intent flaring. Around her, other Crimson-eyed elite warriors stepped forward, ready to hold the line.
"Don't let them get anywhere near Her Majesty or Sir Margrave!" she barked.
Meanwhile, Christy slowly began walking forward, her eyes cold as ice.
"I've had enough of this clown show. Gege… Be prepared. A much bigger fish is definitely on the way."
Elton turned to her and nodded grimly.
And then—Christy struck.
With a blur of motion and a blast of pure powerful devastation, she unleashed her wrath upon the battlefield. The tide instantly shifted. Enemies were blown back like leaves in a storm, their bodies crushed, scorched, or cleaved.
The slaughter had begun.