Starting with the goblin extermination

A white light burst forth from the giant sword.

Logan was familiar with this light; he had seen the same white radiance on the white-robed warriors in front of his father.

Why are they here?

Logan's eyes widened.

The dire wolf let out a terrified howl. Animals' instincts are often more acute than humans'. The predator, which had been so arrogant just moments before, now fled like a mouse encountering a cat, tail between its legs.

The blond leader didn't run; he simply took a step forward.

At that moment, the soil beneath his feet exploded.

The greatsword fell, leaving a white afterimage. There were no exquisite techniques, no fancy moves, only a pure outpouring of power.

A thunderous roar erupted in the air.

The first dire wolf, which was fleeing, didn't even have time to scream before the sword light slammed into its body. Under the cover of the white light, the enormous kinetic energy forcibly tore apart the bones and muscles inside.

To everyone's astonishment, the giant beast was neatly cleaved in two from its rump to its head along its spine.

The mangled body flew to both sides, its internal organs mixed with blood splattering all over the ground like an exploding fountain.

Strangely, the filthy flesh was shielded by a faint white light within a meter of the blond leader. He remained spotless, which, in the rain of blood, added a touch of holiness to him.

Another dire wolf charged into the depths of the forest like a madman.

The clear, resonant sound of bowstrings came from the rear of the column.

The dire wolf leaped into the air, and a long arrow, glowing white, pierced its skull.

The immense kinetic energy propelled the corpse three meters away, and with a muffled thud, the monster was pinned to a tree, its limbs dangling limply, like a specimen on a hunter's wall.

Just two seconds.

Two troublesome level-one monsters were thus turned into two corpses.

Is this the skill of a professional?

"Damn it..." Elsa's face was pressed against the dirt, her voice trembling.

The battle was over.

The blond leader casually planted his greatsword in the blood-stained ground, his face expressionless, as if he had just swatted a fly.

He removed his heavy gauntlets and walked toward the human girl who was cowering under the tree, completely terrified.

"No...don't come any closer..." the girl cried out, brandishing a dull dagger.

He didn't care, he just squatted down, ignoring the mud on the ground, and took out a clean white handkerchief from his pocket.

"Don't be afraid, poor child."

His voice was deep and gentle, carrying a convincing power. He reached out and gently grasped the girl's trembling wrist, removing the dagger.

Then, with great patience, he used a handkerchief to wipe away the blood and tears from her face, bit by bit.

"Those filthy things can no longer hurt you."

"M-Master..." the girl trembled. Under the man's gentle gaze, she seemed to drop all her defenses, suddenly throwing herself into his arms and bursting into tears, "Save me...they're all dead...all dead..."

"Shh...I know," the leader didn't push her away, but instead gently stroked her disheveled long hair, like a father comforting his grieving daughter, his eyes filled with sacred love. "It's all over now, you're safe."

At the top of the hill, Logan and Elsa exchanged a glance, and both saw fear in each other's eyes.

Has he/she seen this group of people before?

"Cough...cough cough..."

The half-elf ranger, who had been in despair, was limping over, clutching his still-bleeding chest.

Seeing the girl rescued, a smile of relief spread across his face.

"Thank you so much, sirs." The half-elf gasped for breath, his voice weak but filled with gratitude. "If it weren't for you, Lina and I would..."

He reached out, wanting to pull the girl who had already come to her senses.

"Lina, it's alright, we survived..."

Just as his fingertips were about to touch the girl's shoulder.

Logan clearly saw that the benevolent smile on the blond leader's face vanished the moment the half-elf spoke.

Instead, there was an undisguised disgust.

It's like a nobleman with obsessive-compulsive disorder seeing a pile of stinking dog poop suddenly talking to him.

"Don't touch her."

The voice was very soft, yet extremely cold.

The half-elf froze, his hand hanging in mid-air.

"Varied......"

Snapped! ! !

A crackling sound so sharp it could make your ears ring.

The leader slapped the half-elf across the face.

The half-elf couldn't even let out a scream. He spun around in the air like a top that had been whipped around, flying five or six meters away before crashing heavily onto a rock.

Blood-stained teeth mixed with bits of flesh fell to the ground. Half of the half-elf's face had completely caved in; his jaw was shattered, and he could only let out pitiful whimpers.

"Slank! Are you insane?!" one of the blond leader's companions hissed, his tone laced with anger. "This is the third thing you've broken this month!!"

"Sorry, it was just an instinctive reaction."

The blond leader, named Slank, pulled a clean white handkerchief from his pocket and slowly wiped the hand that had just slapped someone. His eyes were full of undisguised disgust, silencing his companion's next complaint.

"This monstrous species, flowing with inferior blood, actually dares to touch humans with its filthy hands..."

"M-Master?" The girl was completely stunned, covering her mouth in terror, tears instantly welling up in her eyes. "What are you doing? He's my companion!"

Logan's pupils contracted sharply as he looked at Elsa. The girl's knuckles were white as she gripped the dagger tightly, but she didn't seem surprised.

What does she know?

"companion?"

Slank turned his head, looked at the girl, and his face showed a heartbroken expression.

"Poor child, you've been deceived by them."

He slowly walked up to the half-elf who was lying on the ground convulsing.

The spotless combat boots were raised high and then brought down heavily.

Click.

The boot sole pressed firmly against the half-elf's outstretched right hand. The sound of cracking finger bones could be clearly heard.

"Aaaaaaaahh ...

"Look at those pointy ears, look at that filthy lineage."

His voice remained calm, as if he were evaluating an object.

"It wears human clothes, speaks human language, imitates human emotions, and even believes itself to be human. This is offensive! This is the greatest blasphemy!"

He bent down and looked into the half-elf's eyes, which were filled with fear.

"The alien species disgusts God more than a mere beast. For a beast is just a beast, but you, you have polluted the bloodline of humankind, which God created."

"Every breath you take in should belong to a noble human being. You are a thief, stealing lives that do not belong to you."

"No...please..." the half-elf cried out incoherently, tears and snot mixed with blood streaming down his face. "I...I also have half-human blood, I am human..."

"This is your sin."

Slank interrupted him, his tone turning icy cold.

"You have defiled that half of pure blood! Bastards deserve to die more than other races!"

He straightened up and took out a delicate little bottle from his waist.

"don't want!!"

The girl screamed and tried to rush over, but the two team members held her back expressionlessly, and no matter how much she struggled, it was to no avail.

The leader uncorked the bottle. The rich, golden grease slid gracefully into the half-elf's still-screaming mouth.

He pulled the greatsword from the ground, and a pale flame rose from its blade.

May the sacred fire cleanse your defilement.

Without hesitation, the burning greatsword pierced the half-elf's chest, pinning him to the ground.

"Aa ...

No blood was flowing out.

Because the wound was burned to charcoal in an instant.

The special oil was ignited, and the flames not only burned on the surface of his body but also traveled down his esophagus and into the half-elf's body. A gurgling sound like boiling water came from his throat, and his body arched violently like a shrimp thrown into a pot. Black smoke billowed from his seven orifices, carrying a nauseating smell of burnt meat.

The half-elf departed this world in agony.

The girl could no longer cry out; her eyes rolled back and her body convulsed under the immense shock.

"Poor child."

A teammate next to her waved, and a soft light enveloped the girl, who then collapsed softly to the ground.

"Clean up the battlefield," Slank ordered, his tone returning to its previous calm.

The team members skillfully dug a hole under the tree and solemnly buried the flattened human shieldbearer in it. They even tidied his remains, made the sign of the cross, and offered a short but solemn prayer.

May your soul return to God's embrace, my brother.

As for the half-elf burned to a crisp, the half-orc, the dwarf torn to pieces... they were carelessly tossed aside like trash, left to be bitten by flies.

Ten minutes later.

They carried the unconscious human girl, marching in unison, and gradually disappeared from sight.

In the end, only the rustling of leaves in the wind and the corpses scattered on the ground remained in the woods.