Chapter 136: Valeria's Attack

Chapter 136: Valeria's Attack

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Valeria stood motionless on the deck of the small fishing boat, her dark robe fluttering slightly in the cold wind. The chaos she had unleashed on the patrol boat was still unfolding before her, but she watched with cold, detached amusement. The soldiers who had once been strong and determined now lay lifeless, their bodies strewn across the deck, victims of her dark magic.

She smiled-a cruel, satisfied smile-as she flicked her fingers, and from the mouths of the dead soldiers, pale, ghostly wisps began to rise. Their souls, still clinging to their mortal forms, were drawn towards her, helpless against her power. With every flick of her fingers, more souls emerged, twisting and writhing in the air as if resisting, but they could not escape her pull.

Valeria breathed in deeply, savoring the sight. The souls drifted towards her, and as they came close, she opened her mouth slightly, inhaling them one by one. Each soul seemed to fuel her, adding to the dark energy that already pulsed through her veins. The rush of power was intoxicating, and her eyes glowed with an eerie purple light as she consumed them.

She let out a soft, satisfied sigh as the last of the souls disappeared into her. "So... these are the soldiers that killed Ursa?" Valeria's voice was low, smooth, and dripping with mockery.

Her eyes scanned the broken bodies on the patrol boat, her disappointment clear. "I expected much more from those who managed to take down one of the Demon Generals."

She flicked her fingers again, sending a small spark of energy crackling through the air. "But alas... a bit disappointing, if I must be honest. No strength, no resistance. Just mindless cattle, falling under the weight of their own weakness."

"Wait..."

Valeria noticed something.

The A-10 made another pass, its engines screaming as it circled back for another run. Valeria lowered her hand, glaring up at the plane.

"It's strong..." she said concernedly. Normally, mortal conventional weapons wouldn't pose a threat to her. But the projectile that struck her barrier just now was on another level. It had so much force and pressure.

As the A-10 lined up for another strafing run, Valeria prepared herself. This time, she wouldn't just defend. She intended to strike back. Her fingers twitched, gathering dark energy that crackled like electricity in the air around her.

The A-10 dove once more, the cannon whirring as it prepared to fire again. But Valeria was ready. With a sharp flick of her wrist, she sent a bolt of dark energy shooting into the sky. The tendrils of magic twisted and snaked toward the aircraft, faster than the eye could follow.

The pilot tried to evade, banking sharply, but Valeria's magic was relentless. The tendrils latched onto the wings of the plane, jerking it violently mid-flight. The aircraft wobbled as the pilot struggled to maintain control, but the dark energy was already seeping into its systems, short-circuiting electronics and disrupting its internal mechanisms.

Valeria grinned wickedly, her grip on the tendrils tightening. She yanked the A-10 downward, pulling it closer to the sea. The engines screamed in protest, but the aircraft was no match for her power. The dark tendrils wrapped tighter, and with a final, sharp tug, Valeria sent the plane crashing into the water with a deafening roar.

A massive wave surged from the impact, rocking the boat beneath her. Valeria stood firm, unaffected by the chaos she had caused, her eyes glowing with a malevolent light as she watched the wreckage of the A-10 disappear beneath the churning waves.

"Not so strong after all," she muttered, turning her attention back toward the island. Her power was growing, and these mortal weapons-no matter how advanced-were merely a nuisance in her path.

With a wave of her hand, Valeria propelled the boat forward once more, her eyes fixed on Akarios Island, where her true conquest awaited.