Book 2: 339

Book 2: Chapter 339

Hundreds of undead charged toward her at the same time.

With a fierce laugh, Snow threw herself into the crowd of corpses.

Boom!

The first clash.

It wasn’t the same as before in the forest.

These undead didn’t shatter with one hit.

They were pretty tough. If she were to focus on them a bit more, it wouldn’t be a problem to cut them cleanly with her sword, but she couldn’t afford to spend too much time on one enemy.

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So she divided it.

She didn’t spend more than half a breath on a single enemy.

And if any of them managed to land any blows on her, she remembered them. Then she made sure to silence them completely.

Slash, stab, smash.

The tip of her sword never stopped moving. When the blade fell, it immediately rose up again in an equally powerful reverse movement. Whenever she took large steps forward, her slashes became stabs. When she swung sideways before her momentum died, the flat faces of her sword became great tools for smashing.Th.ê most uptod/ate novels a/re published on n(0)velbj)n(.)c/o/m

Snow’s series of movements were worthy of being called never ending. Nevertheless, this was accomplished by forcibly continuing her flowing movements.

The pressure that this placed on her muscles was beyond imagination, but she still managed to keep up such a vigorous performance for several minutes.

[Amazing.]

Diablo humbly admitted this fact.

He didn’t know much about swords. It would be enough to even call him a layman.

Nevertheless, Snow’s swordsmanship was able to cause the heart of an undead, which he assumed had long gone dormant, to feel admiration.

He could tell.

She was close to reaching the very peak of her realm.

Even if it wasn’t the same peak where he was standing, as someone who was also standing at the peak of a mountain, he could see the other mountains in the distance, even if it was a bit faint. Because of this, he knew just how difficult the journey to get there was.

The sword was Snow’s life.

That was why,

He was even more satisfied.

Diablo’s gaze drifted to the side.

[Look carefully and make sure you don’t miss anything. That is Snow de Predickwood, the greatest Swordsman of her time, and the strongest being in this era.]

—Although Snow continued to destroy the undead, at least 30% of her attention remained on Diablo. This was a natural response since she didn’t know what he had hidden up his sleeves.

However, Diablo didn’t appear to be planning anything. On the contrary, he just continued to watch in a leisurely manner.

Why?

Undead. Although it was a terrifyingly large number, they weren’t infinite. Although her speed couldn’t be considered too fast, she was still gradually whittling down the number of troops.

To borrow Diablo’s words, these undead were the strongest armies that he had been secretly nurturing for a long time. She didn’t think he would be happy to have them wasted here.

‘What is he thinking?’

Snow raised her sword to point at Diablo.

“That you forgot to add a Death Knight and a Lich.”

[...kukuku.]

Diablo chuckled.

[I will give you time to rest.]

“...”

[I know you’re very tired. If you rest for an hour or two you should be able to regain some of your energy.]

“Enough bullshit.”

Snow shot with an irritated voice.

“There is no way an undead with no sense of honour would be worried about this Queen’s health. There is nothing more unpleasant than a dirty victory, Diablo. What exactly do you want from this Queen?”

[...]

As expected, she was quick to realise.

No. In this case, it was probably because his proposal had been too blatantly suspicious.

Nevertheless, it didn’t matter. He’d already achieved his goal.

[I don’t want anything.]

“...”

[To be precise, I no longer want anything. I already got everything I wanted from you in the previous fight.]

“What?”

[Do you wish to have your final battle now? Then I will grant your wish.]

Diablo beckoned, and the Death Knight, who had been silently standing beside him, stepped forward.

It was the Death Knight wearing the devilish armour.

“...”

Snow had a bad feeling. The demonic energy that was being released by the Death Knight felt like a thousand pound weight pressing on her shoulders, but she forced herself to lift Deukid.

...If her senses were correct, then this one Death Knight would be harder to deal with than the thousands of undead she’d killed before.

‘This wouldn’t be an easy enemy even if I was in a normal state.’

If she were to fight in her current state, then her chances of winning would be very slim.

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Moreover, Diablo was still alive and well.

...But none of that mattered.

In fact...

[Why are you smiling?]

She was excited.

“Because I’m happy.”

[Happy?]

“Ahh. I’m so happy. I really have to thank you. For pushing this Queen so hard. If I make even a single mistake now, I will definitely die. It’s been 10 years since I felt a crisis like this.”