Scarlett had just wiped out an army of eight thousand soldiers with a single swing of her sword. The sheer destruction left behind was almost unbelievable. Bodies lay scattered across the battlefield, and the air was filled with silence, as if even nature itself was in shock.
Leonidas's eyes widened in amazement, even though he had known this outcome was likely. Seeing it with his own eyes was something entirely different. His heart raced, and his mind couldn't quite grasp the scene before him. *"Woah... such power and beauty… she's like a goddess!"* he thought, barely able to contain his awe.
Lysander, the king, stood frozen in place. His mouth hung open in disbelief. He had always known Scarlett was powerful, but this… this was beyond anything he could have imagined. He hadn't expected her to be *this* strong, to the point of wiping out an entire army so effortlessly. Fear and shock mixed with a growing anger as he slowly turned towards Leonidas.
"Y-You! Why did you only teleport me and you?!" Lysander demanded, his voice trembling with fury.
Before he could react further, *SLAP!* Leonidas delivered a sharp, stinging slap across the king's face, shocking him into silence. Lysander stumbled back, holding his cheek in disbelief. A wide grin spread across Leonidas's face, one that made the king's blood run cold.
"Hehehe... You still don't get it, do you?" Leonidas's voice dripped with amusement as he leaned in closer. "I've been with Miss Scarlett Nova from the very beginning. It's too late for regrets now, Your Majesty." His tone was mocking, as if this was all just a game to him. "With the king and his only son captured, the throne is mine! Everything belongs to me now!" Leonidas threw his head back and laughed, the sound echoing across the empty battlefield.
The king's face turned pale as the truth dawned on him. It was all a betrayal. He had trusted Leonidas, but now he was helpless, his kingdom falling right before his eyes.
*BAM! BAM! BOOM!*
Without hesitation, Leonidas struck the king three times, each blow delivered with ruthless precision. The king crumpled to the ground, blood dripping from his wounds as his body collapsed in a heap. His consciousness faded, and everything went black.
"Phew," Leonidas sighed, shaking his head in disappointment. He glanced down at Lysander's unconscious body with disdain. "I used to admire you when we were young. But after you became king, you stopped training and only indulged in luxury. Now look at you. Falling unconscious after just three of my attacks." He snorted, his eyes cold and calculating as he turned away from the fallen king.
Leonidas stood tall, feeling the weight of his victory settle in. There was no one left to stand in his way now. The throne was his for the taking as long as he does some acting.
Scarlett stood still, but her thoughts were racing. She wasn't done yet. A question nagged at the back of her mind: "What if one of the eight thousand soldiers had a fallen soul?"
Without hesitation, Scarlett released all her mana, her body beginning to glow with a brilliant blue light. She closed her eyes and started chanting a spell Avion had once taught her.
Suddenly, all eight thousand souls of the fallen soldiers began to rise from their lifeless bodies. The faintly glowing spirits hovered in the air, forming a cloud of energy above the battlefield. The sight was both beautiful and eerie, the sunlight catching on the souls, making them shimmer.
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Scarlett scanned them quickly, her brow furrowing in disappointment. Not a single one of them was a fallen soul. Not even a noble soul. She let out a sigh, feeling slightly annoyed by the wasted potential. "Just my luck…" she thought.
But she wasn't about to let the souls go to waste. With a simple command, she began absorbing them at an incredible speed. One by one, the souls were drawn toward her like moths to a flame. Her body glowed even brighter as more and more souls entered her, merging with her essence.
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Leonidas, who had been watching from a distance, couldn't understand what Scarlett was doing. His eyes squinted, but to him, it just looked like she was standing there, glowing. He was completely unaware of the thousands of souls swirling around her, invisible to his untrained eyes.
Scarlett's entire form was wrapped in a thick blue aura that grew almost twenty feet tall as she continued absorbing the souls. It took about three minutes, and when she finally finished, the light faded.
But to her surprise, nothing had changed. She didn't feel any stronger. Her brows knitted in confusion. *"When Lunatic absorbed two hundred thousand souls, she ascended to become a succubus queen. But I don't feel anything different."* She frowned, unsure if she had just wasted all that power for nothing.
Just as doubt began creeping in, a notification appeared in her mind:
A smirk slowly spread across Scarlett's face. Her eyes flickered with excitement, and she felt a surge of hunger well up inside her. The battlefield was littered with bodies, and there was blood everywhere—so much blood that it was practically flowing like a river. The scent filled the air, mixing with the wind, and it was intoxicating. Scarlett licked her lips, unable to resist the craving.
Using her psychokinesis, she reached out to the blood surrounding her. In an instant, the blood began to flow from the corpses, rising into the air in streams. It was like watching hundreds of red ribbons dance in the sky. The blood gathered into a large vortex, spinning faster and faster above the battlefield until every drop was drained from the fallen soldiers.
Scarlett concentrated harder, forcing the blood into a tighter, more compact form. Slowly, the massive vortex began to shrink. After a few moments, what was once a swirling tornado of blood was now a small, solid ball about three to four centimeters in size, glowing with a faint red light.
She held the ball in her hand, inspecting it for a moment before taking a bite. As soon as the blood touched her tongue, her eyes lit up.
"Yummy! This tastes better than anything I've ever had!" she exclaimed with a satisfied smile. The flavor was rich, unlike anything she'd tasted before, and the sensation of consuming it filled her with an overwhelming sense of power.
Suddenly, a soft *ding* echoed in her mind, and a notification appeared in her status window:
Scarlett blinked in surprise, but she didn't dwell on it for too long. Evolution of her skill was always a good thing, after all. With a smirk, she dismissed the notification. Without hesitation, she grabbed the unconscious king of Gwarga and made her way back to Dreadhaven, leaving Leonidas behind as the only survivor of the battle.
Leonidas, however, had his own plans. As Scarlett disappeared into the distance, he smiled to himself, schemes already brewing in his mind. His path was clear. He would return to the kingdom, play the part of a broken, devastated man, and claim the throne for himself.
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"Disaster, a disaster has fallen upon us!" Leonidas yelled as he burst through the halls of the royal palace, his voice filled with panic.
The soldiers who saw him ran to his side, their faces pale with worry. Some of them couldn't even tell whether it was Leonidas or Lysander running through the palace—the resemblance was uncanny, and the urgency in his steps only added to the confusion.
In the grand throne room, nobles and high-ranking officials sat in tense silence, their faces pale with fear. They had been anxiously waiting for news about the war, hoping for a victorious return. But none of them had expected that the battle had already ended in such a catastrophic way.
As Leonidas stormed into the room, almost everyone jumped to their feet, their expressions shifting from hope to dread. His panicked face and frantic steps made it clear that terrible news had arrived.
One of the nobles, Jemian, rushed forward, his voice shaking with worry. "Lord Leonidas! Why are you here already? What has happened?"
Leonidas staggered, struggling to find the words, his face twisted in horror. "Wrath… wrath of a goddess has fallen upon us!" His voice trembled, his fear almost tangible.
"A goddess?" one of the noblewomen gasped, her face going pale. "What do you mean by wrath?"
Leonidas lowered his head, unable to meet their eyes. "Scarlett Nova… we thought she was just a succubus. But she's not. She's something far more dangerous." He paused, taking a deep breath, his voice dropping to a whisper. "She's a Dragonoid, a top-tier divine race. We never stood a chance."
A heavy silence fell over the room, the gravity of his words sinking in. The nobles exchanged frightened glances, realizing that they had been fighting against something far beyond their understanding.