Extra's Harem: Invincibility Starts with Marriage and lots of Children-Chapter 112- Mialthara’s revenge

'Again!?' Mialthara thought as she looked at the back of Kyle while he approached the source of the Death beast. Her mouth twitched, considering how, even for a mortal, he yelled at her for the second time, clearly undermining her importance.

She glanced at the princess, knowing well that her presence on the princess's side would undoubtedly elevate her position in the higher battle for the throne.

It was clear that her importance was only recognized by the princess, who openly referred to Kyle as her husband.

For Mialthara, it was evident that both the princess and Kyle shared a deep bond. Given this, she reconsidered her approach, pondering that his attitude might stem from his knowledge of her past.

However, the princess's importance would inevitably give her an upper hand against Kyle, who would be forced to reveal everything once the princess asked him to, just as she had stopped him from killing that creature.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Princess—" Mialthara said, narrowing her eyes and glancing toward Aleriana, clearly trying to greet her. She expected that, even before the completion of the deal, she would have an upper hand, as the princess would most likely be desperate to gain someone of her caliber on her side. But before she could speak to her, Aleriana turned to Kyle.

"…Huh?" Mialthara stood there, her hand raised forward in a hesitant gesture of greeting before she found it ridiculous. She glanced beside her towards Olia, knowing well that at least this woman would recognize her importance, but Olia also did the same and left to follow behind Kyle.

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'What the...?' Mialthara thought, feeling completely ignored by all three of these individuals. This prompted her to feel visibly angered, as it was the first time, given her strength as one of the strongest in the neutral faction, that she did not expect anyone to disrespect her.

Normally, it was the other way around, with people wanting her to join their faction.

'These two,' she thought before settling her gaze in the direction where she sensed a sudden movement of energy, clearly belonging to a small group that seemed to be arriving after the whole ruckus.

They were preventing others from entering this area, considering the distance between the land masses belonging to the sects several miles away, which made it take time for normal cultivators.

This was evident from the arrival of some new guests, prompting her to take one last glance in Kyle's direction before her body transformed into crimson fluid, clearly blurring like droplets of rain shooting toward the forest.

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"Captain, did you see that?" one of the individuals in a hushed voice inquired of his senior heading behind the tree as they observed the battlefield from a mile away. They saw how that enormous beast, which clearly was emitting such dense energy, while Princess Aleriana, who was considered to be at the early 6th layer, was finding it difficult to fight, including the sect leader of the ghost sect already being defeated, making them reach the conclusion that the thing was most probably at the 7th layer.

Given how most of them could not estimate the overall strength of that thing due to a large level difference, they stood bewildered, unlike the captain, who stood with his eyes visibly trembling.

Considering more than that beast, he had just seen someone in the capital city he shouldn't have, prompting him to add, "We need to tell the headquarters about someone from the Neutral faction's arrival here and also her destroying the Exorcism sect."

The man leading the group was one of the group leaders from the information sect.

Considering they were here to collect intel while instantly recognizing that woman being none other than the blood demoness Mialthara, who had previously summoned such a creature a century ago to prove her qualifications as a top member of the neutral faction.

Given her information was of topmost secrecy, he was aware of it considering his higher position in the sect.

He instantly realized that they had most probably been noticed by her while prioritizing to wait here.

They needed to reveal this whole incident to the headquarters to sell this information to orthodox or unorthodox factions.

"Yes!" The members moved in perfect sync, their bodies blending with the night as they dashed through the dense forest.

Their feet barely touched the thick branches before launching forward again, their breathing controlled, their focus absolute. The wind howled past their ears, but they remained steady, knowing their escape was within reach.

Then—

Splurt!

A sickening, wet sound rang out.

"Agh—!" One of the men barely managed to gasp before his body went limp, his forehead burst open like a shattered melon. His corpse tumbled from the trees, crashing onto the forest floor with a heavy thud.

"D—Doran?! What the fuck just—"

Splurt!

Another cry was cut short. Blood sprayed into the air as a second man convulsed mid-air, his chest punctured clean through by a razor-thin streak of crimson. His body flopped lifelessly through the leaves, falling into the darkness below.

"Shit! We're under attack!" another shouted, his voice breaking in fear.

"I don't see anything! Who's shooting!?"

"It's blood! It's moving like—it's cutting through us!"

Panic spread like wildfire as more of them fell, each death punctuated by brief, gurgled screams.

Splurt!

"Aghh—!"

Thud!

"RUN! DON'T STOP! JUST RUN!"

The leader at the front gritted his teeth, his pulse hammering against his skull as he heard his men dropping one by one.

Shit, shit, shit!

He could feel the unnatural presence hunting them—something lurking, unseen, but everywhere. A predator playing with its prey.

Then—

Schlik!

His body jerked backward violently. His vision spun, the world flipping before he slammed into the ground, the impact knocking the air from his lungs. He gasped, but a tightening force around his throat cut him off.

His hands scrambled at his neck, but the slick, wet sensation of blood constricted tighter, dragging him upward.

His legs kicked uselessly in the air, the pressure crushing his windpipe.

Ignoring the protective Qi around him like a ragged doll, a Peak 4th Layer warrior.

The remaining survivors halted in horror, frozen as they watched their leader dangle like a puppet on an invisible string of crimson.

"C-Captain…?" one whispered, his voice trembling.

Then they saw it.

A figure—no, a being—formed entirely of shifting blood.

Its presence was suffocating, its two gleaming crimson eyes locking onto them from within the ever-shifting mass.

Given that the sun had just set, the moonlight filtering through the place revealed a humanoid figure made out of liquid blood, its eyes shining crimson as they fixed upon them, clearly intimidating the rest as they were met with horror.

Their captain clawed at the bloody tendrils wrapped around his neck, his face turning pale. He tried to form words, to give one last command—

But the blood only tightened.

Crack!

His neck snapped. His body jerked once. Then he went still.

Silence.

Then Mialthara finally spoke, her voice a cold, amused whisper, clearly knowing how to intimidate them and take her revenge against being ignored and ridiculed by Kyle Arcutus.

"Inform the pests that Kyle Arcutus has bargained to marry the blood demoness in exchange for the destruction of the Exorcism sect."