Kill!

Thunder rumbled as lightning danced like serpents across the sky.

The torrential rain lashed down in the wind. In the middle of the vast square, the altar engraved with Sylvan Runes looked increasingly cold and terrifying, with the aura of death permeating the surroundings.

Corpses lay scattered around the altar, their blood mixing with the rainwater as the scent of iron mingled with the damp mist.

Olivia stepped over the bodies, treading through the bloody water as she walked toward Dalia step by step.

Members of the Twilight Council arrived from time to time, rushing at Olivia under Dalia's orders, only to be easily cut down before her eyes.

Most of these people were of the Pilgrim class rank.

A few were of the Sensate class rank.

But even those at the Sensate class rank were no match for Olivia.

When the first Sensate appeared, Dalia's eyes had momentarily lit up.

It was a Swordsman.

This Swordsman possessed excellent sword skills and could even slash out sword qi from a distance; he was clearly a highly skilled combatant.

Yet even so, he did not last long against Olivia.

This was because Olivia understood him better than he understood himself.

She knew exactly what angle every swing would come from, which direction the sword qi would fly, and even every step of his footwork was clearly perceived in advance.

When one's every move is known by their opponent beforehand, how can the battle even continue?

Olivia struck with clinical efficiency. After a few weapon clashes, she seized an opening and lopped off the Swordsman's head.

When the first Sensate fell at Olivia's hands, Dalia's expression turned extremely grim.

And that was only the beginning!

More Sensates appeared.

There were Hunters, Shield Guards, Cavalry...

The Twilight Council was an organization that advocated for death and did not interfere with the transcendent paths its members chose. Everyone was free to follow whatever path they desired, so a wide variety of transcendent routes could be found within their ranks.

In the end, a total of ten Sensates appeared.

Yet even these ten people could not stop Olivia's advance.

In that brief span of time, she performed as if possessed by a deity. Every step was exquisite, and every swing of Cross Grace was perfectly timed.

She controlled the entire rhythm of the battlefield, weaving through the curtain of rain and the crowd, easily slaying one enemy after another.

Despite all being Sensates and despite the massive difference in numbers, the outcome of the battle unfolded like an unpredictable drama.

Olivia's blonde hair fluttered in the pouring rain and splashing blood. Stepping over a trail of corpses, she closed in on her final target—Dalia Sullivan.

"Is this really someone who just became a Sensate?" Dalia muttered to herself, her face pale and shifting with emotion.

She could hardly believe what she was seeing and was completely unable to comprehend Olivia's performance.

How could this person display such incredible insight?

Dalia no longer possessed her initial composure; she could no longer face this with ease.

She felt her heart pounding violently, each beat like a drumstick hitting a drum, as if her heart were about to leap out of her chest.

As a believer of the Death Sovereign, she did not fear death. She was simply nervous because of things she couldn't understand—it felt absurd, and she felt a sense of profound indignation.

Just what was going on?

Watching Olivia approach step by step, several bone spears emerged around Dalia once more.

In a short time, no other figures remained in the vast square; only Olivia and Dalia were left.

Looking at Dalia, Olivia couldn't help but think of Jessica and the others.

When she had been surrounded and unable to escape earlier, it was those weak people who had used their fragile bodies to desperately hinder the movements of the iron corpse servants, allowing her to break free.

Olivia also thought of the incident at the Baker Street tavern and how her colleagues had almost been turned into corpse monsters.

Just thinking about these things caused a surge of anger to grow in her heart.

The anger seed slowly sprouted, using her rage as fuel to infect and strengthen her magic, making the hand gripping Cross Grace even more powerful.

Then, Olivia swung Cross Grace at Dalia!

While performing this simple action, her body moved left and right in a miraculous fashion. After every shift, Dalia would launch an attack—either a bone nail or a bone spear—at the position where she had just been.

Without a doubt, all these attacks missed.

Using methods that Dalia completely failed to grasp, Olivia continued to close the distance, carrying a scent of blood that the wind could not blow away and a rage that the rain could not extinguish.

At this moment, even Dalia, who could be considered a mid-level class rank transcendent, felt a sense of powerlessness wash over her.

Puchi!

Olivia thrust Cross Grace forward like a sword. The sharp edge pierced through Dalia's chest without resistance, emerging from her back.

Dalia stared blankly at the blonde nun in front of her. Even as her body was impaled and her life force rapidly drained away, she still found it absurd.

How on earth did this girl do it?

Too many questions left Dalia baffled, but she knew that what she couldn't accomplish, Lady Annie Spoorberg certainly would.

That lady would surely see through this nun's tricks and solve the problem.

As blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, Dalia actually broke into a smile. "Nun, your performance is truly surprising. But what can this change? You've only beaten me, but you can't beat the Twilight Council. Not just you—even the Radiant Light Church itself will eventually meet its own twilight."

Olivia didn't care to waste words with Dalia. She withdrew Cross Grace and swung her weapon again, decapitating Dalia on the spot.

With a thud, the ground became a blinding shade of red.

'Magic mirror, magic mirror, is she dead?'

【Yes, Dalia Sullivan is dead, quite thoroughly.】

Olivia felt at ease.

She looked back at the blood-stained path she had walked; no one else could stand in her way now.

She turned her gaze toward the massive altar and walked over quickly, intending to destroy the markings upon it.

During this process, she continued to question the magic mirror, wanting to know the situation in the other streets, and the magic mirror answered her one by one.