Miss Hero Must Die

As soon as Frasta finished speaking, Chtholly stared intently at the sword that had appeared before her.

Even in the darkness, this sword emits a dazzling light, like a star that shines eternally in the night sky.

Chtholly gripped the sword tightly, feeling a chill seep into her hand, while the sharp blade gleamed with a bright silver light.

She gently repeated Frasta's words again.

"Is it enough to just kill them separately?"

Frasta nodded, and Arily, seeing Chtholly's expression, also nodded slightly and said:

"That's true. We can help you kill them one by one in each household. When we kill one household, we'll seal off all the others. It will probably be easier for you to defeat these people who are possessed by evil gods."

"And most importantly, this is your first experience as Miracle Wings. They are already historical projections, so you don't need to care about these things."

"What you really need to do is show the gods your true strength and determination."

Upon hearing this, Chtholly's expression shifted slightly. Was she going to demonstrate her determination and strength to the gods?

She was in a daze, but after a moment of silence, she did not hesitate and spoke to the two seniors:

"Then, senior, please help me."

Chtholly gripped her sword and headed towards the village chief's house.

She decided to start with the first acquaintance, the village chief who had been killed by them for embezzlement and had discovered the unfamiliar mechanism.

Without hesitation, Frasta snapped his fingers, and the barrier instantly collapsed. The door opened, and a man burst out of the room, radiating demonic energy.

They were completely invisible. Their entire bodies were shrouded in an eerie black aura, indicating that they had indeed been dragged into the abyss by the evil god.

Suddenly, Chtholly felt that the logical flaw had been patched up.

Without the slightest hesitation, since it truly was an enemy controlled by an evil god, she would take action.

She finally put aside her worries, took the sword in her hand, and without any hesitation, rushed forward and stabbed in that direction.

The monsters didn't seem to take it seriously, and tried to use their hands to block the sword that Frasta had handed her, allowing the other villagers controlled by the evil god to attack.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye. The incredibly sharp blade sliced ​​the village chief, who had tried to snatch the sword, in two. Blood gushed out, and the village chief was cut vertically from the top of his head to his bladder. The sword separated them completely, leaving almost no unevenness, as if his body had always been in two halves. Perhaps a smooth rejoining would have resulted in a perfectly intact body.

However, all of this is simply impossible.

The village chief was sliced ​​open lengthwise, and the two pieces of his body fell to the ground beside him. The demonic energy emanating from the surrounding area disappeared, and everything settled down.

Ctholly could even see her intestines and spleen, which had been cut in half.

There are also various kinds of organs.

The blood seemed to hesitate for a moment, because the sword was too sharp, before finally splattering from the congealed blood.

This sense of familiarity, like that of the past, or even more terrifying than the past, filled Chtholly's mind.

But at that moment, she clenched her hands tightly.

She understood that these villagers were possessed by evil gods, and if they were allowed to continue to be indulged, it would lead to the collapse of the old era.

This is a rehearsal of the old era; her mission is to kill these people.

Without hesitation, she watched as another villager, whose hands had grown claws like those of a ferocious beast, was eerily dragged into the abyss by an evil god as he ran towards her.

The child also rushed over, his teeth, which were still wet behind the ears, now grew strange, sharp teeth. He no longer walked upright, but instead crawled on all fours like a hellhound, lunging at Chtholly.

Chtholly's eyes reddened slightly. She probably understood that this might be the price to pay for obtaining the Super Miracle Element.

She has learned the terrifying truth of today, and the burden of the world of heroes will forever weigh on her. She can no longer imagine what kind of existence the new generation of humans is under the definition of those extraterrestrial evil gods.

Chtholly gently gripped her sword. Even if these people's claws were extremely sharp, they couldn't possibly be sharper than a sword comparable to a laser.

That laser sword, even if given to an idiot, could slice steel in two without any resistance.

Frasta looked at the sword before him with a proud expression.

This sword of his was the result of his meticulous research and development; he even used this machine-made sword to cut the shield of a god.

When the shield came into contact with the other sword he had created, it sliced ​​through it like tofu. The god seemed not to have expected this and was cut in two, suffering a slight injury.

Finally, he placed it in the Sea of ​​Silver.

I wonder how that sword is doing now.

Since the Silver Sea can still summon people of the new era, it proves that the Silver Sea is still operating perfectly.

They ultimately prevented the natural disaster from happening, and it seems they accomplished their mission; the Silver Sea should also have been fully restored.

Otherwise, how can we explain the ability to bring future people back into the trials of the Silver Sea and subject them to the trials of the Wings of Miracles of the Shadow Line?

To Chtholly, that sword was like a terrifying weapon.

With a single, diagonal slash, the sword cleaved the village chief's wife into two fleshy triangular pillars.

The blood flow stopped instantly at that moment, halted by the super-sharp blade.

It took a few seconds for the flow to resume.

Facing the crawling, hellhound-like evil child, who was also the last follower of the household to be corrupted by the evil god, Chtholly shot her sword out like an arrow, piercing the evil child's head and pinning him to the ground before finally pulling it out.

But they found that the head had exploded like a watermelon, but the cut surface was perfectly smooth.

The scene of chaos before her eyes made Chtholly's eyes turn red and she became somewhat delirious.

This may be the first time she has committed such a bloody murder.

Seeing her like this, Yali gently walked over, patted her shoulder, and then said comfortingly:

Are you alright?

Chtholly shook her head, raised the sword in her hand, and looked at it, which was covered in black blood.

An aura filled with evil resentment burst forth from it.

She shook her head and continued:

"Seniors, please lead me to the next household."

Seeing that Chtholly was in a somewhat unstable state, Yali couldn't help but say, "Should we calm her down for a bit?"

Chtholly shook her head. She already felt too much burden on her shoulders, and now was not the time to rest.

At that moment, a strange thought arose in her mind.

This sword is quite useful.