"Boom—!!!"
A loud explosion rang out.
It was like a heavy truck traveling at full speed slamming into a pile of foam boxes.
That was Mia.
She had activated her 【Berserk】 state.
Her originally petite body didn't grow larger, but she was surrounded by silver-white battle qi flames, making her look like a small meteor flying close to the ground.
"Move! Move!"
"I want to go play over there!"
She shouted joyfully, charging straight into a line of cyclopes holding giant shields.
Those giant beasts, five meters tall and weighing several tons, didn't even see what was rushing at them.
"Bang!"
The abdomen of the cyclops at the very front instantly caved in.
Its massive body folded like a piece of paper into an exaggerated "V" shape. Its feet left the ground, and it flew backward like a cannonball.
It even knocked down five or six companions behind it.
But that wasn't the end of it.
Mia didn't stop.
She rampaged through the monster crowd, knocking over everyone in her path.
She didn't need weapons.
Her shoulders, elbows, and knees were the most lethal battering rams.
"Crack!"
She smashed a spiked mace with a single punch.
"Rip!"
She tore open an ogre's belly with her bare hands.
It was a bulldozer-style crushing, full of violence aesthetics.
"Wha... what kind of monster is this?!"
The surviving cyclopes were terrified out of their wits.
They looked at the beast girl who was jumping around in the pile of "meat mountains," covered in blood but smiling innocently, and felt their worldview shatter into pieces.
This was a so-called "weak little girl"?
This was clearly a Behemoth in human skin!
...
The ground was trembling, and snow was falling from the sky.
Red snow.
It was feathers snipped to pieces by Alice, mixed with blood, fluttering down.
"La la la~ cutting hair~"
Alice hummed an eerie nursery rhyme, her figure flickering in mid-air.
She stepped on the backs of harpies for leverage, moving through the dense flight formation as if playing hopscotch.
With every leap, the great scissors in her hands made a crisp snapping sound.
"Snip."
A harpy's wing was severed.
"Snip."
Another harpy's claws were gone.
"Oh dear, this feather has split ends. Let's cut it off."
Alice was like a fastidious barber, performing forced "trims" on the screaming, terrified harpies.
The sky was filled with severed limbs and broken wings.
The aerial advantage the harpies were so proud of became the biggest joke in front of this flying (high-jumping) lolita.
They wanted to escape, but they found that no matter how high they flew, that nightmare-like dark figure would always appear above their heads.
Carrying those blood-stained scissors, she would smile and ask:
"Auntie, your head looks a bit crooked. Do you want a trim?"
...
And on the front lines of the battlefield.
Roadhog stood there like an iron tower.
"Ding! Ding! Dang!"
Countless spears, arrows, and even heavy axes rained down on him.
Yet they could only produce a series of weak sparks.
The iron patches on his body, welded from multiple layers of armor, were outrageously hard.
"Roar? (Does that tickle?)"
Roadhog scratched his belly, his stitched face showing an honest confusion.
He looked down at a group of lizardman warriors at his feet who were frantically attacking his toes.
"Roar! (Stop it.)"
He raised his massive metal claw—fused from five longswords—and gave a casual swipe.
Whoosh—!
It was like using a flyswatter on flies.
"Splat!"
Those few lizardmen didn't even have time to scream before they were flattened into a pile of red and green meat paste, smeared across the ground.
This was a dimensional strike.
This wasn't a battle at all.
This was a one-sided, foregone conclusion of a slaughter.
...
"Too noisy."
Elizabeth, who had been standing in the back watching the battle, elegantly covered her nose and mouth.
"So many unrefined patients. The noise is giving me a headache."
She extended a slender finger and lightly snapped them.
"Be quiet."
Whoosh—
A thick, cloyingly sweet red mist rapidly spread outward with her as the center.
It was high vampire high-tier magic—【Scarlet Mist】.
Wherever the mist passed, the monsters that had been roaring frantically suddenly became sluggish.
Their eyes began to lose focus, and their limbs went limp.
Even more terrifyingly.
The world before their eyes changed.
In their hallucinations, the companions beside them turned into hideous demons, while the human clinic that was slaughtering them turned into a warm home.
"Kill! Kill the demons!"
A cyclops suddenly let out a roar, raised its spiked mace, and smashed it down hard on the comrade next to it.
"For the tribe!"
A lizardman pierced a companion's chest with a spear.
Chaos.
Total chaos.
The coalition army, which was already on the verge of collapse due to fear, completely fell into a state of stampede under the catalyst of the blood mist.
They began to kill each other, flee frantically, and some even knelt on the ground kowtowing to the air for mercy.
...
"Alright, surgery is over."
Meanwhile.
In the center of the battlefield.
Victor turned off the chainsaw's engine.
At his feet, Gorm, the once-arrogant cyclops lord, was now slumped on the ground like a pile of mud.
He wasn't dead yet.
But he no longer wanted to live.
A neat "window" had been cut into his chest, and a... pacemaker (actually a time bomb) had been thoughtfully installed in the heart's position.
"The load on your heart has been reduced."
Victor took off his blood-stained gloves and adjusted his glasses.
"Remember to take your medicine on time in the future, and avoid strenuous exercise."
Gorm's eyes rolled back, foam came from his mouth, and he completely blacked out.
Victor looked up and glanced at the watch on his wrist.
"Twenty minutes."
He shook his head with some dissatisfaction.
"The physical fitness of this batch of patients is still too poor. They couldn't even last half an hour."
By now, the battlefield had grown quiet.
An army of three thousand.
More than half were dead or wounded.
The remaining half had all thrown down their weapons and were kneeling neatly on the ground, burying their heads in the dirt, trembling.
Not a single one dared to run.
Not a single one dared to move.
Because on top of the mountain of corpses, that little girl with the scissors was humming a song.
That red-haired woman was strolling elegantly with a wine glass.
And that terrifying beast girl...
"Heh! Ha!"
Mia was having the time of her life.
Under her foot, she was stepping on a round object.
It was the previous lizardman leader, Saak.
Seeing that things were going south, this fellow had tried to run, only to be snatched back by Mia.
Because he was quite plump and his scales were very slippery.
Mia curled him into a ball and was using him as a soccer ball.
"Go!"
Mia delivered a flying kick.
"Aaaaaahhh!!!"
Saak let out a shrill scream, flying out like a cannonball and slamming heavily into the castle wall before bouncing back.
"Nice shot!"
Mia cheered and rushed up to give him another kick.
"..."
Behind the window on the third floor of the castle.
The old hunter John's pipe had long since fallen to the floor.
He looked at the severed limbs and broken arms covering the ground.
He looked at the monsters kneeling and begging for mercy.
He looked at the girl kicking a lord like a ball.
Finally, he looked at the man in the lab coat standing amidst the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, calmly recording data.
An army of three thousand!
In less than half an hour, completely annihilated?!
This is a freaking doctor?
This is a freaking clinic?
"Insane... the world has gone insane..."
John muttered to himself, feeling his worldview shatter into powder that couldn't be pieced back together.
"How is this an exiled outcast?"
"This is clearly..."
"The Demon King's army descending upon the world!"
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