The ground was wailing.
The charge of three thousand bloodthirsty monsters was as massive and imposing as a black tsunami about to swallow everything.
The heavy footsteps of the cyclops caused the ground to ripple like waves, the lizardmen's spears fell like dense raindrops, and the screeches of the harpies in the sky converged into a physical sonic shockwave.
This wasn't a battle.
This was an impending, one-sided massacre—at least in the eyes of the monsters.
However, standing at the center of the storm, Victor's expression was excessively calm.
He didn't draw a sword, nor did he chant a spell.
He simply sighed with a hint of helplessness, reached into his pocket for a clean white handkerchief, and lightly covered his nose and mouth.
"There's too much dust."
Victor frowned, looking through his lenses at the swirling sand and the stench of foul breath filling the air.
"The quality of this batch of patients is truly poor."
"Not only do they not queue up, but they're even trying to storm the outpatient hall, seriously interfering with normal medical order."
He turned around and snapped his fingers crisply toward the black castle that seemed to be slumbering behind him.
"It seems I have no choice but to activate the emergency contingency plan."
"Security Brigade, get to work."
"Clean up these... 'medical agitators' who only know how to create noise and bacteria."
—Beep—
"Command received."
A cold, emotionless synthesized electronic voice instantly pierced the chaotic battlefield, ringing clearly in everyone's ears.
At the top of the castle's highest spire.
Helena, who had been in standby mode, saw her electronic prosthetic eyes suddenly flare with a piercing red light.
Her brain—that mechanical pumpkin head embedded with a top-tier magic crystal—was currently performing ballistic calculations at a terrifying speed of billions of times per second.
【Target Locked: Front-row heavy units (cyclops).】
【Distance: 300 meters.】
【Wind speed correction... Complete.】
【Magic-conduction turret array... Full power charging!】
Hum—!!!
On the four corner towers at the top of the castle, the four hideous beasts that had been covered by tarpaulins finally bared their fangs.
The tarpaulins were blown away by the wild wind.
Four 【Fully Automated Magic-Conduction Anti-Aircraft Cannon (Magic-Modified Edition)】 units emitted a dull mechanical roar as they were pushed into position by hydraulic rods.
Sixteen thick, pitch-black barrels engraved with bursting runes lowered their angles in unison, pointing at the monster army surging forward like a tide.
Deep within the muzzles, an eerie blue magic glow began to converge frantically.
"What... what is that?"
Gorm, the cyclops lord charging at the very front, instinctively felt a surge of palpitations.
He looked up, his single eye reflecting those sixteen glowing black holes of death.
Before his brain could even process the sight—
"Fire."
Victor uttered the two words nonchalantly.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The dull sound of cannon fire, like Thor beating a drum, instantly exploded!
Sixteen blinding blue streams of light, carrying an aura of total destruction, tore through the air and whistled down!
Those weren't ordinary shells.
They were highly compressed spheres of mana, each one sealing an enhanced version of 【Bursting Fireball】.
"Boom—!!!"
"Rumble—!!!"
The first wave of fire landed precisely within the cyclops' charging formation.
There were no screams.
Because there was no time to scream before the sounds were completely swallowed by the violent explosions.
Blue mushroom clouds rose over the battlefield, the terrifying high temperatures produced by the mana detonations.
Over a dozen cyclops at the center of the explosions, along with the spiked clubs in their hands, were instantly vaporized into drifting ash.
Those slightly further away were torn to pieces by the violent airwaves, severed limbs and broken organs falling like rain.
"What... what kind of magic is this?!"
Gorm was knocked to the ground by the shockwave. He crawled up covered in dust, staring at the massive crater before him, his single eye filled with horror.
A single strike!
Just one volley!
And half of his most prized heavy vanguard was gone?!
"Continue."
Victor's voice remained calm.
"This is just the first step of 'disinfection'."
The turrets atop the castle rotated again, letting out a tooth-aching sound of mechanical friction.
Bang bang bang bang bang!
At this moment, the Benevolent Heart Clinic turned into a steel hedgehog spitting death.
The dense barrage of fire acted like the Reaper's whip, ruthlessly lashing the monster coalition that had once thought itself invincible.
The lizardmen's proud scales were as brittle as paper before the magic-conduction cannons.
The thick flesh of the ogres couldn't stop the high temperatures capable of melting steel.
In just thirty short seconds.
The area three hundred meters in front of the clinic had turned into a charred death zone.
But this was not the end.
"Ground disinfection complete. Begin clearing aerial pathogens."
Victor looked up at the harpies in the sky who were flying in a frenzy, terrified by the cannon fire.
"Field Medical Corps (Physical), deploy."
"For the Director's glory!"
Five crisp, unified shouts rang out.
On the balcony of the castle's second floor, five black figures soared into the sky.
They were five fully armed battle sisters.
The pure white wings on their backs unfurled, drawing elegant arcs in the air. Their tight black sister habits hugged their hot figures, yet they exuded a sacred, inviolable aura of abstinence.
They didn't use magic.
Instead, they raised the hideous weapons in their hands, which were filled with industrial violence aesthetics—
The MK-1 Automatic Crossbow.
"Target: Aerial units."
"Execution plan: Coverage fire."
"Da-da-da-da-da-da—!!!"
The dense sound of mechanical triggers snapping together instantly merged into one, sounding like a heavy machine gun roaring on Earth!
Countless enchanted bolts shimmering with a cold light poured out like a torrential rain.
These bolts had been specially modified by Zoe; the tips were armor-piercing mithril, and the shafts were filled with unstable fire elements.
Once they hit a target, they wouldn't just penetrate the body; they would trigger a secondary explosion.
Puff! Boom!
Puff! Boom!
The sky instantly turned into a meat grinder.
The harpies who had originally planned to ambush from the air were now sitting ducks.
The flight speed they were so proud of was as slow as a snail's pace before the fire coverage of the automatic crossbows.
One by one, the harpies fell screaming, some with wings shredded, others with massive holes blown through their bodies.
Even more terrifying.
The five battle sisters' coordination was frighteningly perfect.
They formed a standard tactical formation in the air, providing cover for each other with crossfire like five precise killing machines.
"Purify the filth!"
"Eliminate the source of infection!"
"Praise the Director!"
They pulled their triggers coldly while shouting fanatical slogans.
The madness of treating slaughter as a sacred ritual sent a chill from the depths of the monsters' souls below.
Where were these sisters?
They were clearly battle angels wearing human skin! They were the apostles of the Reaper!
"No... impossible..."
Bloodfeather, the harpy queen, watched her kin fall from the sky like dumplings; her mental state completely collapsed.
Her proud aerial legion hadn't even touched the hem of the enemy's clothes before they were almost wiped out?!
This was the legendary... clinic?
This was clearly a military fortress armed to the teeth!
"Ground forces obstructed, aerial forces paralyzed."
Victor looked at the one-sided situation and nodded with satisfaction.
"It seems the effects of 'remote medicine' are quite significant."
He pushed up his glasses and turned to look at the two figures behind him who were already unable to restrain themselves.
"Alice, Mia."
"Director! I'm here!"
Alice excitedly raised her great scissors, a hungry light flashing in her red eyes.
"Wu! (I'm here too!)"
Mia also tossed aside the bone in her hand and let out a low growl from her throat, her muscles tensing like a fully drawn bow.
"Long-range fire suppression has ended."
Victor pointed to the remnants outside who were already dazed and devoid of morale from the explosions.
"Now, it's time for the 'surgical operation'."
"Go."
"For those 'stubborn patients' who aren't quite dead yet..."
A cruel smile curled at the corner of Victor's mouth.
"Bring things to a close."
"By your command, Director!"
Boom!
Before the words had even faded.
The two figures had already shot out like arrows from a bow.
One was a black whirlwind.
One was silver lightning.
Alice took the lead.
Without slowing down in the slightest, she charged directly into the densest cyclops phalanx.
"Big guy, your legs are too long; they don't fit the proportions."
She leapt lightly, stepping on a cyclops's knee and spinning her body in the air.
Snip!
A silver light flashed.
The massive scissors easily snipped through the cyclops's femur, which was thicker than a tree trunk, as if cutting through tofu.
"Aaaah—!!!"
The five-meter-tall giant let out a shrill scream and crashed to the ground.
But that was only the beginning.
Alice's figure darted through the forest of giants like a lethal black butterfly.
She didn't kill.
She only "trimmed."
Snipping tendons, snipping hamstrings, snipping spines.
Every snip was incredibly precise, stripping the opponent of combat capability without causing immediate death (because the Director wanted them alive).
In the blink of an eye.
Over a dozen cyclops were sprawled on the ground, turned into writhing lumps of meat.
On the other side.
Mia's combat style was entirely different.
It was pure, violent, and filled with wild suppression.
"Roar!"
She let out a wolf howl and crashed directly into a group of lizardman spear-throwers.
There were no fancy tricks.
Just smashing! Clawing! Biting!
She grabbed two lizardmen by their tails and swung them around like flails, sent a whole group flying.
She punched a shield, turning both the man and the shield into a bloody pulp.
She even lunged forward and bit down, crushing the skull of a lizardman trying to ambush her.
Crack!
The crisp sound of bone fracturing terrified the surrounding monsters to their cores.
Where was this a beast girl?
This was clearly a primordial beast wearing human skin!
"Run! Run!"
"This isn't human! This isn't human at all!"
The monster coalition completely collapsed.
Whatever the lord's orders were, whatever the lure of gold coins—in this moment, it all became a joke.
They threw away their armor and fled, crying for their mothers and fathers, wishing they had more legs to escape this hell.
"Don't run! Come back! Everyone come back!"
Gorm swung his spiked club, roaring in fury as he tried to stop the routing army.
"I'll kill anyone who dares to run!"
However.
No one listened to him.
The defeat was like a mountain collapsing.
Just as Gorm was fuming with rage.
A calm, gentle, yet hair-raising voice rang out behind him.
"My dear patient."
"Please, do not get excited."
Gorm's entire body went stiff.
He slowly turned around.
He saw the man wearing an immaculate lab coat and gold-rimmed glasses, holding a rusty chainsaw that was still dripping with oil.
Victor stood there, looking at the once-arrogant cyclops lord as if he were a pig waiting to be slaughtered.
He pushed up his glasses and revealed a smile full of "professionalism."
"A preliminary check just now showed..."
"Your heart's workload is too high. We must perform a 'load reduction surgery' immediately."
"Don't be afraid."
Vroom—!!!
Victor revved the chainsaw, the piercing roar becoming the final death knell in Gorm's ears.
"I am a professional."
"It will stop hurting... very soon."
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