Girl Hero: Revenge on Goblins!-Chapter 285: D100. The Final Sun

Beneath Forbidden Melting Peak, the tension was palpable.

"Give up and surrender." The voice of the Sergeant was bland, as though it were routine, yet carried an undeniable forcefulness.

The hall’s Ghost Warrior, with his purple hair swaying without wind due to the fluctuations of Magic Power, raised his Demon-slaying Structure, his gaze tightly locked onto the Bomber ahead.

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2. Long Spear(Focus on the Bomber) novelbuddy-cσ๓

D2=d2(1)=1

The Demon-slaying Structure morphed into an astonishingly long blade, the sharp Magic Power slicing the air, encompassing the entire space ahead within the reach of the blade.

After a lengthy chase, the Border army finally surrounded the followers of the Black Gate, only to realize that these Cultists had reached their final destination.

The Sergeant stared at the silhouette of the Bomber, not any less cautious due to her slender figure.

"If you surrender now and return to the Border with us, providing valuable information, you might even receive Lord Count’s pardon."

Though he spoke these words, contrary to his calm tone, his Magic Power became increasingly sharp, his momentum climbing relentlessly, showing no intention of mercy or further delay.

Beside him, the Cruising bishop, sharing a similar hair color with the Sergeant, kept silent, seamlessly coordinating with several Military Mages without uttering a word.

Their expressions were grave, fingers twitching slightly, quietly manipulating Magic Power, amassing various Magic Techniques, which quickly dissipated again.

’How is the decoding going?’

’Can it be dispelled?’

’No, the ritual has already been set up, our Magic Power can’t interfere.’

The looks they exchanged were filled with anxiety.

They were situated at a part of the Forbidden Melt Peak Mountain Range, which appeared calm on the surface, but the elite soldiers present could clearly sense that underneath the dark rocky ground, numerous finely carved Magic Patterns formed a ritual formation of terrifying scale.

However, standing at the center of the formation, the Bomber seemed oblivious to these, the overwhelming pressure from the Sergeant did not affect her. Upon hearing the plea from behind, she finally turned around, her lips curving into a dignified smile,

as if she wasn’t a trapped beast but an actor welcoming the audience on stage, leisurely surveying her surroundings.

Over seventy elite soldiers, more Highland garrison forces and supporting Adventurers in the distance...

The leading Sergeant, one of the strongest in the Border, a Fourth Transition Ghost Warrior, an almost mythical being.

Whether in numbers or quality, their own side was at an absolute disadvantage.

Even the hope for suicide was luxurious, as in the presence of a Ghost Warrior who could command Ghostly Henchmen, even the dead needed his permission for peace.

But faced with such overwhelmingly disruptive Strength, the Bomber’s smile grew wider and more exaggerated—eventually, her expression fixated into a manic grin.

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2. Do you know?

D2=d2(1)=1

[The army failed to trace, the Black Gate’s ritual activated successfully]

Without offering a single response, her smile unchanging, she raised her hand with four fingers clenched, then heavily pressed down with her thumb.

Her action was so resolute, without even half a sentence owed, as if everything was already prepared, merely waiting for the audience to be seated.

As the final spectator took their place, the curtain lifted, revealing a stage of myriad colors.

With no delay, a ground-shattering roar erupted beneath her feet, akin to a tangible shockwave, suddenly spreading out, the abrupt collapse sweeping around like a whirlwind.

"The ritual has started! Retreat quickly!"

The Cruising bishop shouted, his hands waving, golden light igniting on the soldiers, forming solid Blessings.

The ground’s tremor intensified, the air twisting in this violent shake, Raging Wind reeking havoc, stirring up dust and rocks, the sounds of the earth breaking echoing around, heralding a cataclysm’s Descend.

The Hero once marveled at Magic’s powerful Strength, though she could defeat stronger enemies by Sacrifice, she would tire from chasing Goblins. However, with the use of Bone-Attaching Flame, despite possibly being ineffective against formidable foes, it could simply burn a whole swath of Goblins.

The terror of High-level Magic lies not in its destructive power against a single target but in the breadth of its bizarre effects and its ability to cover a vast number of enemies.

And the more complicated, long-prepared Ritual Magic can directly alter the environment and terrain.

The ritual activated by the Bomber was exactly such a one, after a prolonged preparation by the Black Gate, sacrificing numerous lives, the scale and power of this magic was extraordinary, capable even of tearing apart mountain ranges and altering heaven and earth!

Realizing this, the Sergeant’s pupils narrowed, then his gaze swiftly cleared.

In that moment, the Ghost Warrior seemingly transmuted his own soul into a cold Blade, all his Magic Power concentrated on the Long Blade in his hands, even slicing through the trembling air.

[Ritual Magic: Earthshatter]

7d100+136=(30)+(46)+(5)+(36)+(79)+(68)+(91)+136=491

[Ghost Warrior launches Skill: Divine Martial D10=1, Wraith, Yin Yang Chaos]

D266+d179+d303+66=d266(114)+d179(68)+d303(230)+66=478

He swung the blade fiercely, the world around dimming momentarily as if all light converged on the trajectory of his swing.

Yet this swing wasn’t aimed at the clearly visible target, the Bomber, but rather turned into a crescent moon-like arc, sweeping outwards in all directions

[Yin Yang Chaos—Slash: 478+26=504]

[Extreme Failure of the ritual-30=461, Sergeant successfully Counterattacks, all Cultists except the Bomber perished]

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