In the world of Moe King, I became the ruler of ice.

Amidst a torrent of steel soldiers, the hundreds of thousands of armored pig-headed soldiers stretched as far as the eye could see.

Each of the goblin's charges would wipe out a large number of pig-headed soldiers, and the frost wolf's snow-white fur would be stained with a layer of red.

Strangely, they all had a thin layer of ice armor on their bodies, as if it had absorbed most of the damage for the goblin cavalry.

On the battlefield, a white figure gradually approached until it reached the pig-headed army.

Only then did they see a ghostly figure dressed in a white robe, with white hair and beard, strolling leisurely through the army of pig-headed men as if he were wandering in his own backyard, holding a sheathed slender sword.

Every now and then, a few snowflakes drifted past the old man in white robes, like sharp blades, gently slicing through the air and leaving a blue trail.

A pig-headed soldier happened to look over and, upon seeing the old man in white robes, his face lit up with excitement.

"There's an old man here too, brothers, chop him down!"

The pig-headed soldier's voice attracted hundreds of soldiers, who raised their weapons and surrounded the white-robed old man.

The white-haired demon chuckled, then opened a crimson eye, unleashing an astonishing blood-black magical power from his body.

"Hehe, don't underestimate this old man!"

The pig-headed soldiers brandished their weapons at the white-robed old man, about to strike him down.

But just as the blades were about to strike, the surrounding atmosphere changed instantly, and time seemed to slow down as if it had been turned on a new page.

Even the movements of these pig-headed soldiers seemed to be frozen, with a white light flashing between their bodies.

"Swish swish~"

Bai Lao's figure disappeared, and the scabbard in his hand was slightly drawn out. Then he reappeared in an open space.

It was over in the time it takes to swing a sword.

"Ding~"

The white-robed elder sheathed his slender sword, which was spotless and without a trace of blood, in one swift and clean motion.

"Heh, I need to go check if my silly apprentice got beaten to death..."

Then, without even glancing back, he closed his eyes and went to the other side of the battlefield with a smile.

The white light lingering around seemed to have been paused. A pig-headed soldier struggled to move his eyes, and in the last half-second of his brain's pause, he saw several beams of white light gradually enlarge in his pupils.

then

"Plop~" "Plop~" "Plop~"

A flash of sword light, heads flew off, blood spurted, limbs flew through the air, and in an instant, the soldiers were wiped out.

The red color filled the field of vision, turning the entire battlefield crimson; it was nothing short of a hellish battlefield.

A red snowflake fell sadly, burying the crimson carpet of the ground...

Benimaru, perched on the shoulder of the Ice Guard, looked at the cleared battlefield and shook his head with a wry smile.

"The old man's swordsmanship has been improving..."

Zhu Lai, dressed in a pink and white robe, covered her mouth and smiled.

"Isn't that good? Old Bai is the swordsmanship instructor in our village. Even Lord Rimuru has to learn swordsmanship from him. But... it will be difficult for you to beat him in the future, brother."

Perhaps sensing the teasing in her sister's voice, Benimaru scratched her hair and said nonchalantly.

"We're all working for the adults, so of course the stronger the better. As for who's the strongest, that's hard to say..."

Excitement flashed constantly in Benimaru's eyes. He would become incredibly excited whenever he was on the battlefield, as if warlike blood flowed through his veins.

Julai watched helplessly as her brother struggled to control his impulse. If it weren't for Lord Granstas's order for Benimaru to remain in the army and communicate with them telepathically, he probably would have already unleashed a crazy ultimate attack.

...

As for Shion, she was even more outrageous, wielding a giant sword and moving through the army as if it were empty.

With a deafening roar, a giant sword cleaved through the densely packed army, tearing a gaping wound in its path.

Ziyuan is now more frenzied than anyone else. Once she starts fighting, no one can stop her. Her eyes are bloodshot, and she is charging around in a frenzy.

"Haha, you mere pig-headed bunch..."

Now, in the hearts of the pig-headed soldiers, her image is like that of a purple demon.

At each location, the pig-headed soldiers would retreat continuously, their eyes filled with immense terror.

"This is terrifying!"

"We simply can't beat them."

Seeing the pig-headed soldiers retreating, a pig-headed general couldn't help but roar.

"No retreat allowed! Anyone who retreats again will die! Charge forward, all of you!"

The pig-headed general swung his iron hammer and smashed two retreating soldiers to death, while he continued to command his troops with a murderous look on his face.

But just then, a pair of scarlet eyes lit up behind the pig-headed general, and a purple, demonic figure appeared.

"Click"

The pig-headed general's body was cleaved in two by the giant sword, and he was dead beyond any doubt.

The pig-headed soldier, who had just been intimidated, was so frightened by this scene that his hands were trembling.

"This is simply demonic..."

...

Rimuru was also observing the situation on the entire battlefield when he happened to see Shion scaring away the boar-headed soldiers.

Perhaps seeing Shion reminded him of some unpleasant memories.

Rimuru immediately turned to Gransta with a mournful little face.

"Gransta, I can choose another secretary. I thought the previous female goblin was pretty good, but Shion is just... terrifying."

When Gransta heard that Rimuru wanted to change his secretary, he immediately shook his head.

"Rimuru, it was you who asked me to make Shion your secretary, and you even said you liked 'ample breasts,' and you practically begged me to..."

"Now... wouldn't it hurt her feelings if you asked me to tell Shion..."

Gulansta would never do something that would upset his subordinates, so he had no choice but to refuse.

Granstad shrugged; he was powerless to help either.

You should know that Julai is now not only his secretary, but also the village witch, and she is also in charge of clothing production.

As for the female goblin that Rimuru mentioned, she's currently busy with a lot of things with Rigurd and can't spare a moment.

Therefore, Gransta really couldn't help Rimuru with his request.

When Rimuru heard Gransta's refusal, he lowered his head in shame.

"I was watching it too back then..."

"It's not that I dislike Shion, it's just that sometimes when she suddenly goes into a little rage, I'm the one who suffers."

"The scariest thing is that Shion makes me cook for her every day..."

As Rimuru finished speaking, his face immediately turned completely black, as if he had experienced a great terror.

"Gransta, you have to help me! You have no idea how terrifying a face I see in my bowl every time..."

Gransta frowned. He knew that Shion liked to cook, but was it really as terrifying as Rimuru described?

Turning his head, he saw Rimuru staring at him menacingly, looking as if he were about to die.

"Uh, Rimuru..."