The Infinite Journey of a Certain Flame

At this moment, Kiana suddenly hesitated.

Seeing Kiana's silence, Soria immediately became unhappy.

She pouted and mumbled a few words, "Okay, okay, I'll be good. Sister, please don't ignore me~"

"Um... thank you."

Kiana couldn't help but smile wryly.

"Doesn't your sister like Solia?"

Solia's eyes immediately dimmed.

Kiana looked at the spider monster that possessed the characteristics of both Ariel and Spider-Man, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

Kiana then said, "I hope to see a more well-behaved you."

"Yes, I will!"

Solia nodded emphatically, and then followed Kiana with great interest as they began their journey.

When the two returned to the village, everything was different.

Because from a distance, Kiana could see many strange creatures that were half-beast and half-human.

And leading them was a group of people with sharp, pointed horns on their heads...

Evil spirit?

"The demon race's regular army has actually come here? Will they... harm these villagers?"

Sensing something was wrong, Kiana leaped into the air and flew towards the village to see what was happening inside.

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At the brightly lit village entrance, two groups of people stood facing each other.

One side consisted of knights clad in heavy armor and wearing helmets, wielding sharp blades.

The other side was dressed simply, without even a helmet, but the two sharp horns on their heads seemed to provide a more effective buff than a helmet.

Of course, this refers to magic.

"Demons...you actually invaded this place?" From the human side, a knight clad in brightly colored armor slowly stepped forward.

He drew his two-handed greatsword from his back, his eyes filled with hatred and fear for the enemy before him.

To this knight, these demons who openly crossed the borders of another country were nothing less than bandits.

The demons are extremely powerful in combat. To ordinary people, these powerful demons are like large magical beasts with two horns.

Ordinary people are filled with hatred and fear towards demons.

To ordinary people, their country could be destroyed by the demons at any moment.

Therefore, for demons, for this alien race, their hearts are filled with nothing but endless resentment and hatred.

"Hmph, is this all you humans are capable of, spouting such meaningless words?" the leading demon said coldly.

“Yes!” another demon chimed in, “You only know how to use words to explain your anger, but in reality, you are very cowardly. Your weakness only proves that you are incompetent cowards!”

Hearing their laughter, the ordinary people were filled with anger. They gripped their weapons tightly, ready to show these demons their resolve.

At that moment, their captain suddenly rushed forward and shouted, "Knights! Don't give them a chance!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

As his shout rang out, all the knights behind him raised their weapons and charged towards the demons opposite them.

The two sides were only a few steps apart. At such close range, they didn't need to aim their weapons at all; they only needed to raise them slightly.

The two sides clashed instantly.

"Pfft!" "Splat!" "Bang bang!"...

A series of slashing and hacking sounds rang out. In this short time, the two sides clashed and fought each other. Bloody and mangled scenes appeared constantly in the sight of the ordinary people. The stench of blood permeated the air, making the ordinary people feel dizzy. They kept swinging their weapons, trying to kill the demons in front of them, but it was all in vain.

On the other hand, the demons did not slow down their attacks at all. They kept swinging their weapons, and with each strike, a life was lost. Crimson blood flowed down the blades, staining the snow-white ground crimson.

But none of these people dared to stop.

They must kill all the demons before them to wash away the shame in their hearts and avenge their country.

In this world, there are always some people who are fearless of death and disregard everything, even if it means being shattered to pieces.

Their eyes were filled with unwavering determination as they relentlessly swung their swords, determined to make these demons pay the price they deserved.

But they will never forget that they were just ordinary people.

They cannot fly; they fight using only their legs and arms.

Their bodies couldn't withstand too much force, and their speed wasn't fast enough, so they were simply unable to withstand the demons' attack.

"Thud!" A spear pierced through a human's chest.

The human looked down at the spear in his chest, his face filled with astonishment and disbelief. Finally, his head slumped down heavily.

"Thud!" Another spear pierced through the chest of another human.

"Thud!" Another human's chest was pierced, his body trembled involuntarily, his lips quivered, and he finally collapsed to the ground.

This was a massacre!

This was a massacre with no suspense whatsoever!

They kept falling, falling...

"them..."

Kiana was utterly shocked by what she was seeing.

She never imagined that she would have the opportunity to witness such a brutal battle upon her return.

On one side are demons whose strength far surpasses that of ordinary people, and on the other side are knights from a kingdom who appeared out of nowhere.

From all perspectives, the former's overwhelming advantage over the latter is almost beyond doubt.

However, the latter did not back down, and no one even begged for mercy.

this...

Perhaps this is the glory they are pursuing?

"To perish in battle...?"

Kiana gripped the King's Sword tightly, her mind gradually sinking into deep thought.

If I go up directly, I will most likely be seen, which would be equivalent to starting a war against the demons in my own name.

In that case, we would inevitably be constrained by human forces.

But if I stand idly by, the demons will suffer heavy casualties after encountering fierce resistance from the knights.

Will he really rage and massacre the entire village?

After all, from the perspective of humans, they are an alien race.

However, from the perspective of the alien race, they are the alien race.

What makes these tragedies seem justifiable is the xenophobic mindset that those who are not of our kind must have different hearts.

"We still need to help..."

After much deliberation, Kiana finally resolved to intervene in the conflict.

After all, it's better to take the initiative than to wait passively, so that at least you can choose when to intervene.

"However...it wasn't me who made the move."

Kiana took a deep breath and then turned her gaze to Soria behind her.

At this very moment, this powerful monster, half-human and half-spider, is obediently clasping its hands together in front of it.

She had long, black hair that reached her waist, which fluttered in the wind. Her all-black outfit made her skin appear exceptionally translucent.

Her deep green eyes shone with wisdom, and she always looked at people with a faint smile.

"Sister, are you going to do it yourself, or should I do it?" Solia asked with a smile.

"I..."

Kiana thought for a moment, then said, "You can help me, but you have to be careful while you're helping me."

Solia nodded and said, "I know, I'll be careful."

Kiana nodded slightly, then turned to look at the group of people fighting over there.

She knew that her figure would easily attract attention, so it was better to hide herself.

After all, hunters are often better at disguising themselves than their prey.

Kiana stood still, quietly waiting for the battle to end.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, a long arrow pierced the air and hurtled towards Kiana.

Kiana was startled and quickly dodged to the side, avoiding the sneak attack of arrows. At the same time, she quickly turned around and saw a knight riding a warhorse, holding a longbow and shooting arrows at her.

Seeing this, Kiana frowned and sighed inwardly, lamenting her bad luck in being ambushed from such a distance.

She swiftly drew her longsword and slashed at the archer.

The longsword slashed at the man on horseback, its blade flashing a cold light as it aimed for the knight's throat.

Sensing danger, the knight quickly dismounted and drew his scimitar from his back, slashing at the longsword.

"Clang...!" A crisp sound rang out, followed by a powerful force, and the curved sword flew out of his hand.

The knight was thrown back and crashed to the ground.

"what...!"

He let out a shrill scream as his right wrist was severed at the shoulder, blood gushing out and staining his white clothes red.

The knight struggled in agony, but having lost his right hand, he was unable to continue fighting, and his injuries were worsening.