After carefully surveying the area several times, Tian gave the order.

  “Everyone—jump down!”

  “What?!”

  “Boss, jump where?”

  “You don’t mean... this cliff, right? It's so high!”

  The goblins cautiously peeked over the edge, their legs already turning to jelly.

  Tian barked sternly.

  “There’s a river below—you’ll survive. But if you don’t jump, you really will die!”

  “Move aside, you useless lot!”

  Gob Kuang shoved aside a few Greater goblins, strode to the cliff’s edge, and, without hesitation, leapt off.

  “SPLASH!”

  Water erupted upwards more than ten meters.

  Tian couldn’t help but think this guy was far too reckless. He didn’t even pick a good spot—just jumped straight down.

  Fortunately, he didn’t land on any rocks.

  With their leader setting the example, the rest of the goblins reluctantly followed.

  The Goblin Assassins didn’t need to jump—they easily scaled down the cliff face with their climbing skills.

  Tian rode the wyvern and began directing their escape route. It would be a long detour, but it was far better than dying.

  …

  Bright Town.

  Behn raced back at full speed, but even then, it took him over an hour to reach the outskirts.

  By the time he arrived, he was foaming at the mouth from exhaustion.

  “Lady Sword Saint!”

  Fighting off nausea and dizziness, barely able to breathe, Behn shouted desperately.

  The Sword Saint spotted him and leapt down from the clock tower.

  “What happened? Why are you back?”

  “Goblins! The goblins—!”

  Before he could finish, Behn collapsed.

  The Sword Saint’s heart sank.

  “Damn it! Someone, help him!”

  Without another word, she dashed off toward the War Roar squad’s location at top speed.

  Even in full armor and carrying her weapon, she easily outpaced Behn.

  She could reach them in under an hour.

  A round trip would take at most two hours.

  During that time, Gob Tian had to finish quickly!

  The moment the Sword Saint disappeared from sight—

  Gob Tian gave the signal.

  “Charge! Take the women alive—kill the rest if you have to!”

  Dozens of goblins surged forward like a green tide.

  The vanguard—over a dozen Goblin Assassins—moved with terrifying speed.

  Once inside Bright Town, they struck without mercy.

  “Kill!”

  “Aaahhh! Help! Monsters are inside!”

  “Where’s Lady Sword Saint?! Someone’s killing people!”

  “I saw her leave earlier—run! Run—argh!”

  In an instant, the once-peaceful town became a living hell.

  The Goblin Assassins were lightning-fast—bodies fell left and right. Ordinary townsfolk couldn’t withstand even a single blow.

  But these people had been on high alert during wartime.

  The militia quickly formed ranks, pushing the assassins back from the crowds.

  The terrified residents huddled behind the militia formations, seeing them as their last hope.

  “Bang!”

  “Bang!”

  “Bang!”

  But the town gate was being battered by something massive—each impact felt like a hammer on their hearts.

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  “BOOM!”

  Finally, the gate shattered.

  Gob Kuang and the Greater goblins poured through!

  When the townsfolk saw dozens of hulking, bull-like Greater goblins charging in, their hearts nearly stopped.

  “Aaahhh! The monsters are here!”

  Panic erupted again. Residents scattered in every direction—straight into the waiting claws of the Goblin Assassins.

  Men were slaughtered on the spot.

  Women were paralyzed with poison darts.

  The militia formations crumpled like paper before the Greater goblins—utterly crushed.

  They had always known this day might come again.

  But they never imagined it would come so soon.

  Bright Town plunged into darkness.

  It became a living hell.

  Men fell in pools of blood.

  Limbs and gore littered the streets.

  Some watched helplessly as their loved ones were devoured alive by goblins.

  “Help! Help! This isn’t real! It can’t be!”

  One woman screamed until her voice gave out, then collapsed, blood streaming from her nose and ears.

  Alive or dead, it didn’t matter.

  They were stuffed into sacks like objects.

  In just one hour, nearly a hundred women were captured.

  Divided into twenty large sacks, each Greater goblin carried one easily, grinning from ear to ear as they hauled their prizes back to the tribe.

  The Goblin Assassins, drunk on slaughter, continued killing until Gob Tian’s roar forced them to withdraw.

  “Kekeke…”

  The survivors trembled at that evil laughter, drowning in pain and despair.

  A natural disaster. A man-made calamity.

  This world was terrifying—death could strike at any moment.

  “Daddy, wake up! Mommy was taken—what do we do?!”

  A little boy shook the blood-soaked man in front of him, sobbing.

  No response.

  A gaping hole pierced the man’s chest—his blood long since drained.

  The elders who had hidden themselves finally emerged, only to collapse from the horror.

  Corpses everywhere.

  Blood everywhere.

  The air reeked of blood and tears.

  Meanwhile—

  The Sword Saint reached the cliff and saw the devastation.

  Her heart sank.

  “Too late... those goblins!”

  Her aura had been calm before.

  Now, it was unrestrained fury.

  To suffer repeated humiliation at the hands of goblins...

  It was an insult to her title as Sword Saint!

  How could she face the legacy of past Sword Saints?

  “No bodies left?”

  She scanned the area, hoping to find someone barely alive to save.

  Nothing.

  Only torn clothes and bloody, gnawed bones remained.

  As if a pack of wolves had feasted.

  She searched the surrounding area again—no clues.

  “Goblins! Gob Kuang! How can I keep failing against mere goblins, again and again?”

  “SLASH!!!”

  Rage exploded.

  She swung fiercely at the cliff wall.

  Sword energy tore through the stone, raising clouds of dust.

  When the dust settled, the cliff had been blasted apart, rubble forming a makeshift path downward.

  Suddenly—

  Her aura froze.

  A terrible realization struck her.

  “Wait—no!”

  “Whoosh!”

  She became a streak of white light, racing back toward Bright Town at blinding speed.

  Each step covered over ten meters—her figure a blur.

  Only the rapid clack of armored boots and the scrape of metal echoed behind her.

  This time, it took her less than half an hour to reach the outskirts.

  The wails of despair from within nearly froze her heart.

  She leapt onto the town wall and tore the blindfold from her eyes.

  Time stopped.

  The air froze.

  The world fell silent!

  “No... no... no... please... no...”

  After a long silence, the words finally left her trembling lips.

  Her beautiful eyes reflected corpses, blood, and kneeling, suffering residents.

  And within them—her own shattered heart.

  “This isn’t real... it can’t be!”

  “BOOM!”

  Powerless.

  Utterly powerless.

  She fell from the wall.

  Her noble platinum armor dragged through filth and blood.

  She didn’t rise.

  She didn’t want to get up.

  She wished she had died instead.

  How many powerful foes had she crushed?

  Tier 7 magical beasts, enemy armies, impossible odds—she had always overpowered them with absolute strength.

  This was the first time she had ever felt such despair.

  All her effort to protect Bright Town—destroyed right before her eyes.

  For someone with her overwhelming sense of justice, it was as if she had personally destroyed it.

  Endless guilt and self-blame flooded her entire being.

  It left her powerless. Terrified.

  She was unable to hold back her tears.

  She finally broke down—tears streaming down her face.

  She struggled to her feet, reaching toward a child clutching his father’s corpse—only to be shoved aside.

  “Get away! Get away from me! You act like you’re working so hard to protect us every day—where were you when my dad died?!He always saved milk for people like you! YYou...you’re the bad one!”

  “I…... I...

  The Sword Saint tried to speak—but nothing came out.

  She lnow ooked like a frail wwoman—helpless,staggering through the streets.

  Everywhere she looked—, there were corpses and curses.The townsfolk poured all their rage onto heher.The accusations rang in her ears like ghostly hands dragging her deeper into the ababyss, untilhe could no longer brbreathe.“I’m sosorry...”With those final words, the Sword Saint collapsed.

  Unconscious.

  From a distant mountain, the Amethyst Dragon Mother—now in humanoid form—watched it all and laughed triumphantly. That little goblin really haisomething. The human Sword Saint? The undefeated legend? Beaten by a goblin—hahaha!”

  She didn’t even bother finishing thoff e fallen Sword SaSaint.uShe was just broken stray dog now.

  With a flap of her wings, she transformed back into her dragon form and soared away.

  “I wonder when I’ll see that little guy again?”

  …

  Back at the Tian Kuang Tribe, Rodel stared at the sacks full of captured Brwomen from ight Town wod laughed maniacally.

  “Good! Good! Excellent! WoWoo!hat’s exactly it!”

  He raved like a mamadman, happierhan any goblin.

  By nightfall, Tian and the others finally returned. Not bad, Gob Tian—well done!”

  The cacaptureduman women were the key to strengthening the trtribe.“Quick—tell me about that bitch! What happened to her? Quick, quick!”

  Rodel demanded eagerly, like an excited child.

  Tian rolled his eyes. How would I know? Gob Tian—give me the details. NoAny troublen the way back?”

  Gob Tian recounted everything clearly.

  They captured nearly a hundred women, killed over a hundred men. he town was left with only the elderly and children.

  “Perfect. I bet that Sword Saint is completely broken now, right?”

  Tian grinned smugly. irect confrontation with a powerhouse like her was impossible. o he struck at her weweakness instead.ThAll alongit had been obvious—she was overflowing with justice and responsibility. he never came personally to rescue the Silver Blade squad, Kasimov, Rodel, or Eveleya.

  That was proof enough.

  So Tian crafted this plan.

  Beside him, Rodel struggled wildly against his bonds. I’m asking you! What about that bitch?! Is she dead?! s she dedead?!”