Scourge Messenger

Chapter 133 Bunny Girl Warrior

Wu Qiu immediately took one for herself and one for Shi Dong, and her body, which had been broken by fear and despair, regained its strength. Seeing that they both knew what to do, the little girl walked towards the masked soldiers and shouted, "If you dare to get up after being defeated by me, then you can only die."

"Don't be so arrogant, brat! Let me, Tong Lei, teach you a lesson!"

A team leader rode his horse towards the little girl. He seemed to possess a token that could instantly make his mount reach its maximum speed. In just five or six steps, his mount had already accelerated to full speed, as if it could crush everything in its path!

Seeing that the crossbow bolts could not harm the little girl, the team leader Tong Lei naturally realized that she was a messenger with a defensive token. Therefore, he attacked without holding back. The spear in his right hand was ready, and even if the little girl dodged, he could still pierce her with the tip of the spear!
The soldiers used tall, strong horses, which made the soldiers themselves stand nine feet tall. With their armored steeds and horses, their charge was like a chariot. Compared to them, the little girl was so thin and weak that even the longsword in her hand, which was almost as tall as her, looked like a toothpick.

Faced with such a fierce attack, the little girl not only did not dodge, but instead took the initiative to meet it. However, the little girl had a defensive token, so she would not be trampled into mincemeat; at most, she would be knocked away... Wu Qiu and Shi Dong couldn't help but narrow their eyes, not daring to watch the little girl's futile attempt to stop the chariot.

歘!
Just as the two were about to collide, the little girl suddenly leaped up. Her longsword sliced ​​through tofu like a hot knife through fire, instantly sending the warhorse flying, head and armor intact. Even with the momentum still lingering, the sword precisely struck the neck of the team leader, Tong Lei, throwing him off his horse and slamming him heavily to the ground!
If it weren't for the masked armor token, that one blow would have been enough to kill Tong Lei! But even so, he was in great pain, his head was spinning, and with a gurgling sound, vomit flowed out from the holes in the masked armor.

But no one was paying attention to him right now. All the guards were staring at the blue-glowing longsword in the little girl's hand, their eyes filled with greed and fear.

"A rare and priceless keepsake!"

"It can actually cut through the fine iron armor with a single sword strike. Could it be the power of this rare longsword?"

"How could someone so young be a messenger? Could she not be a child at all, but a dwarf?"

The guards' attention was drawn to the rare longsword, while the expressions of Yao Shiyuan and Helan Que in the battle circle also underwent subtle changes; the former was overjoyed, while the latter was solemn.

Although they weren't paying attention, they instantly sensed the girl's true strength: a second-tier messenger!
The intensity of the blood energy that the little girl just unleashed was definitely at the second-tier level. In addition, she had a defensive token and a rare longsword. Even the two second-tier generals who came with Helan Que would probably not be her match!

Indeed, this was the case. Faced with the garrison soldiers' encirclement from all sides, the young girl displayed a mature fighting skill that was completely different from her age. Her attack area was small, and she was also good at dodging, making it difficult for the garrison soldiers to attack her. However, she was able to move around with ease and cut down the garrison soldiers.

Her ears were filled with the sounds of fighting, screams, and roars; her eyes were filled with the chaotic scene of soldiers and warhorses in a bloody storm. Two maids followed behind the little girl, their bodies constantly splattered with hot blood.

Moreover, the young girl did not neglect them at all. Whenever any of the guards dared to attack them, the blue light on the young girl's longsword would become extremely intense. Her speed was so fast that only afterimages could be seen. With one sword, she could pierce through the guards' throats and even pierce through their defensive tokens, such as their face armor.

"Impossible, how could the face shield not stop it..."

"Second Rank! She's a Second Rank Messenger! And her longsword is also a Second Rank Rare Sword!"

In the short distance of a dozen or so steps, the headless corpses of over a dozen warhorses lay fallen, their scalding blood staining the dirt road. Walking on it felt like walking on a deep crimson carpet. Gazing at the little girl who had carved a bloody path ahead, they still felt as if they were in a dream—they even began to suspect that this little girl might be an incarnation of Buddha or Bodhisattva, otherwise it would be difficult to explain why she was so young yet so powerful.

The soldiers rode ahead on horseback and cocked their crossbows from a distance, preparing for long-range combat.

The warhorses were too timid to approach the little girl, and so were the young men.

The young girl kept her word. Anyone who fell and dared to get up and fight her again had their throat pierced, the vomit overflowing from their faceplates, blood bubbles rising from the holes. They claimed to be soldiers and squad leaders, but outside the military town, they carried only one or two tokens, and they were just ordinary first-tier soldiers. How could they possibly contend with a second-tier messenger?
The two generals in the group stood on the outer edge, hesitant. Their horses had just been killed, so if they dared to fight the girl again, her thrust would be reserved for them.

As the personal guards of the Duke of Heyang, their defensive tokens were of the rarest level, but were they sure they could withstand the attack of a second-tier rare longsword? They weren't sure. In comparison, it would be safer to use a crossbow to deplete the little girl's spiritual power.

However, even if they didn't come over, the little girl had a way. She led Wu Qiu and Shi Dong into the nearby woods and used her sword to cut through the bushes to make a path.

Ya Jiang immediately realized something was wrong. Once they entered the bushes, they could crouch down and use the trees to block their view. Unless the guards followed them in, they wouldn't be able to see them from the outside! But if they went up to confront them, who would dare to face the girl's sudden attack?
"Are you stupid? Cut off those two maids' legs!" Helan Que took a moment to check on their situation. Seeing that such an important bait was about to be rescued, he was so angry that he had to yell and scold them, but the next second he was hit back by Yaoshi Yuan.

The general had also considered this idea, but dared not act rashly. If the maids bled to death, it would be tantamount to disobeying Helan Que's orders. Now that he had the orders, he had no more worries. He commanded the soldiers to split into multiple firing sequences, shooting at the maids' legs from all directions. Thanks to the strength and vitality of a messenger, the soldiers were able to nock their arrows quite quickly, and for a time, the young girl was really struggling to keep up, constantly helping to block the crossbow bolts, which slowed down the pace of clearing the bushes.

The young girl and her maid seemed to be held back, but Helan Que knew that the hunt was on the verge of failure: the crossbow bolts were limited! The masked soldiers would not and did not need to carry too many crossbow bolts; their standard equipment consisted of two bags of bolts, totaling twenty bolts.

Could these crossbow bolts really deplete the little girl's spiritual power?
Helan Que was unsure, and he dared not gamble, because he realized he could not bear the consequences of a failed hunt!

Even though Helan Que had always overestimated Yaoshi Yuan, he realized he had underestimated this unassuming daughter of the Duke of Jin. He was forty-nine years old, nearly thirty years older than Yaoshi Yuan, yet their fighting skills were roughly equal—it was as if he'd wasted all those years. If it weren't for the advantage in their tokens and life force, he wouldn't have been confident he could defeat Yaoshi Yuan!
If the apothecary were to be persuaded to flee and become a demonic rogue, he would start as a third-tier demonic prodigy. After a decade or so of hard work and accumulation, it wouldn't be impossible for him to achieve Foundation Establishment without the aid of Foundation Establishment Pills. Even though demonic resources are scarce and competition is fierce, the mere thought of having such an enemy is enough to keep the Helan family up at night!

The pharmacist's wish must be fulfilled!
Helan Que made up his mind. He suddenly withdrew from the battle and ordered, "Dong Cai, Li Gu, you take some men to hold off Yao Shiyuan. I'll go and deal with this arrogant girl!"

Should we deal with a level 3 Messenger? Or a level 3 Messenger who's driven to the brink of madness?

Dong Cai and Li Gu knew this was a mission with a slim chance of survival, but Helan Que was their benefactor. Without Helan Que, how could they have become high-ranking second-tier generals? They could only grit their teeth and accept the mission.

"Helan Que, you beast who married your own nephew and then fled in disarray!?" Yaoshi Yuan roared from behind, trying to break through the encirclement of the guards. But two of his generals bravely held the front line, and Yaoshi Yuan was temporarily entangled.

Helan Que paid no heed. Even the Pharmacist wouldn't be provoked by words, so he naturally cared even less. He stared at the little girl in the bushes, his mind racing, confirming that he had never seen her before. Her clothes didn't seem to be of Zhou style; they were more like those from Liang.

Who exactly is she? How can she possess such strength at such a young age? What would be the consequences of killing her?
Many thoughts flashed through Helan Que's mind, but he acted without hesitation. He gripped the spear tightly with both hands, and the spear shaft shone with golden light. It was a rare and precious spear of the third rank!

The Helan family and Duke Chu Luoyan of Wei are on the same side. Yao Shiyuan is already a mortal enemy. If this person has a powerful background, then it is even more important not to let her get involved with Yao Shiyuan!
Helan Que took a deep breath, and veins resembling centipedes appeared on his shoulders, arms, and back. His blood and qi surged, indicating that he had activated a secret technique that greatly depleted his life force!

Secret Technique: Spear Forest!

The spear thrust out countless spear shadows, like a forest of spears pressing down on the little girl! Helan Que chose this move not only because of its high damage, but also because of its wide range. If the little girl dodged, he could take the opportunity to attack the two maids behind her.

However, the little girl did not dodge. She gripped her longsword and stepped forward, ready to face the full force of the third-level messenger head-on!
The pharmacist's heart sank upon witnessing this scene. Through their earlier exchange, she was well aware of Helan Que's strength. If Helan Que were to unleash the full power of his rare spear using his secret techniques, even she would have to dodge its sharp edge. As a top-tier third-stage cultivator in the Zhou Kingdom, Helan Que's full-force attack was already very close to the Foundation Establishment level.

Even if the little girl's defensive artifact can block this attack, how much spiritual power does she have left to cope with the rest of the battle?

In the end, I was just too incompetent. If only I had the Heaven-Slaying Sword… if only I had performed better that night… if only I…

Zheng!
With a sharp, metallic clang, Helan Que suddenly emerged from the bushes, his face filled with disbelief. When the apothecary and the other soldiers looked over, almost everyone froze, their gazes fixed on the little girl's hands.

More precisely, the focus was on her hands, which glowed with an orange light, were engraved with patterns, and possessed an ancient and noble appearance.

"Legendary gauntlets." Helan Que gripped his spear tightly, his hand throbbing with pain. "Just who are you?"

"Heroine".

After so many words spoken, so many deaths, and so many corpses left behind, they finally learned the little girl's name:

"I am Bunny Girl Warrior."

(End of this chapter)