Louisa, holding a crimson greatsword, stood majestically in the center of the battlefield's waters, surrounded by swirling currents and the brilliance of magic power that had yet to settle.
Beneath, the wreckage of Iron Jaw's headless and one-armed corpse had sunk to the bottom, leaving only strands of dark green venom intertwined with bright red blood.
Although the boss had set sights on her, she still had to finish the current matters at hand.
She tightened her face, stretched out a hand, and gripped the void!
Blood accelerated out of Iron Jaw's corpse, all converging into Louisa's palm, forming a blood ball.
At this moment, in the Fungal Network, cheers from the soldiers erupted.
"The Marshal is invincible!"
"Did you see? That layer of blood armor! Even the space rift couldn't tear it apart!"
"The Marshal is unbeatable in battle!"
However, in the eyes of the remaining Snake-man Mercenaries, what they saw was another scene, one of terror.
