Anime Crossover: I, the Shadow King, slaughter my way through DanMachi!

On the other hand, this practical battle also aims to allow Emilia to directly participate in the campaign against the Witch Cult, thereby establishing her prestige and accumulating tangible achievements within the kingdom.

After all, if we want to support her to ascend the throne in the future, it is not enough to rely on kindness alone; we also need to demonstrate the strength and determination to protect the kingdom.

The two acted swiftly, and before long, based on the intelligence they had gathered, they arrived at a temporary stronghold of the Witch Cult located in a forest clearing.

A dozen or so witch cultists dressed in black cloaks and with fanatical expressions were gathered there.

They appeared to be performing some kind of evil ritual or awaiting instructions.

When Ying Ping and Emilia appeared at the edge of the open space, the cultists immediately became alert, revealing the scimitars, short swords, and other weapons hidden under their robes, their eyes flashing with ferocity.

"It's that silver-haired half-demon! And her knight has actually appeared here!"

"Kill them! For the sake of the witch!"

"We must overcome this trial; the Archbishop and the Witch will reward us!"

The cultists swarmed around them, shouting and clamoring, like hyenas that had smelled blood.

Ying Ping, with a cold expression, slowly drew the Hestia sword, which he had not used for a long time.

He turned his head and smiled slightly at Emilia, who was looking a little nervous beside him:

"Don't be nervous, I'll go first. Watch closely, there's no need to show any mercy when dealing with these witch cultists."

"I...I understand, be careful!"

Emilia took a deep breath, nodded vigorously, and stared intently at Ying Ping.

The next moment, Ying Ping moved!

[Time-limited control at double speed]!

His figure blurred instantly, as if he had transformed into a black lightning bolt, charging into the enemy ranks at a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow!

At the same time, he took a deep breath, and the Hestia sword in his hand drew a sharp arc—

[Breath of the Moon, Form One: Dark Moon Palace]!

A massive and poignant crescent-shaped sword aura, accompanied by countless tiny crescent-shaped blade waves, swept out silently yet with incredible speed, like a death flower suddenly blooming in the night sky!

"Puff! Puff! Puff!"

The sound of sharp blades cutting through flesh rang out in rapid succession!

Before the witch cultists could even react, their vision was filled with endless moonlight.

Immediately, I felt a chill on my neck or body, and then my consciousness was plunged into eternal darkness.

In just one encounter, more than half of the witch's cultists fell like wheat being cut down.

Severed limbs and blood instantly stained the lush green grass.

This devastating, almost artistic killing left Emilia, who was standing behind, speechless.

She couldn't help but cover her mouth, her cyan eyes filled with unbelievable shock.

Emilia knew Ying Ping was strong, but witnessing him kill enemies so efficiently and ruthlessly was an unparalleled shock.

In the blink of an eye, Ying Ping reappeared beside Emilia like a ghost, his breathing steady, as if he had just taken a walk.

He said in a deep voice, "There are still a few who have escaped! Emilia, stop them! Don't let them get away and report to the authorities!"

Yingping's shout snapped Emilia out of her shock.

She saw that there were indeed three or four cultists who had managed to escape the first wave of attacks, scrambling and tumbling in panic as they tried to flee into the dense forest.

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A sense of responsibility and urgency instantly welled up in my heart.

"Yes!"

Emilia's eyes sharpened, and powerful magic began to gather around her.

"El-Shuma!"

Countless sharp ice spikes materialized out of thin air and shot towards the fleeing cultists like a sudden storm!

Even without Puck's presence, Emilia's strength is still among the best!

"Puff puff!"

The ice spikes struck the witch cultist's legs and back with pinpoint accuracy.

Although it did not kill them immediately, it effectively hindered their actions, causing them to fall to the ground screaming in agony.

"Hesitation means defeat! Quickly kill them!"

Yingping immediately whispered a devilish voice in Emilia's ear.

Emilia could only close her eyes and continue releasing her magic:

"Freeze it!"

A wave of extremely cold air swept across the area like a white tide, instantly freezing the struggling cultists and the ground around them into several lifelike ice sculptures!

The battle began in the blink of an eye and ended in the same instant.

The open space was a mess, with only the fallen corpses and a few cold sculptures remaining.

Emilia, slightly out of breath, looked at the witch cultist she had killed with her own hands, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

Aside from defeating monsters, this was the first time she had ever killed someone.

No, to be precise, it was a conscious, fully alert murder.

After eliminating several witch cultists, Emilia felt a surge of fulfillment, as if she had personally protected something, and a quiet increase in courage.

"I also have... things I can do!"

Emilia looked down at her fair and delicate hands, then clenched her fists.

Yingping walked over to her and patted her on the shoulder approvingly: "That's right, you did very well, Emilia."

"We must be this decisive when dealing with the enemy!"

"Let's rest for a bit, then we'll head to the next stronghold. Today, we must wipe out every single one of these witch cultists!"

"I see!"

Emilia looked at Yingping's encouraging eyes and nodded vigorously, her gaze becoming even more determined.

Even the most naive girl, once her hands are stained with blood, will experience a moment of growth as long as she doesn't break down!

Chapter 137 The Breath of the Moon Slays Sloth! [Please Subscribe]

Thanks to the shadow soldiers' all-pervasive surveillance.

Yingping knew the distribution of all the witch cultists' strongholds and their movements in the forest like the back of his hand.

Even more conveniently, he had already left the Flying Thunder God Technique mark on the shadow soldiers in several key locations.

This made the clearing operation extremely efficient.

With Emilia by his side, Yingping could often teleport to the vicinity of the next stronghold as soon as one was cleared, catching the enemy off guard.

The killings unfolded one after another throughout the forest.

Yingping's main responsibility was to use swift and decisive tactics to crush the main force of the stronghold, and then kill some of the stronger fighters.

Emilia, under his guidance and cover, was responsible for cleaning up any remaining enemies and finishing them off.

Although the process was somewhat repetitive, Emilia's magical progress was clearly visible.

From initial nervousness and hesitation to later decisiveness and precision, her ice magic became increasingly skillful, and her mindset became more and more stable.

When the last temporary stronghold of witch cultists was wiped out by ice spikes and the sword energy of Moon Breath, the entire forest seemed to fall silent.

A rough estimate suggests that the number of witch cultists who fell victim to Emilia's magic alone exceeds one hundred.

This was undoubtedly a huge psychological shock for a young girl who had almost never experienced such bloody combat before.

After the battle, Emilia was unsteady on her feet and slightly out of breath.

The continuous high-intensity spellcasting and mental strain left a trace of fatigue on her delicate face, and even more so, a sense of mental disorientation.

Having taken hundreds of lives in succession, even if the other party was a heinous witch cultist, the heavy feeling of carrying the weight of human lives is not something that can be easily digested.

Yingping walked to her side, gently patted her back, and asked with concern, "Emilia, are you alright?"

"If you're tired, leave the rest of the Sloth Archbishops to me. You've done enough."

Emilia shook her head, forcing herself to cheer up.

She tried to make her eyes look firm: "I... I can continue! I can't let you, Shadow, face such a dangerous enemy as the Archbishop of Sin alone..."

Seeing her stubborn appearance, Yingping's heart stirred, and he fell into thought.

He has basically achieved his goal of bringing Emilia here for training.

Having her personally eliminate a large number of witch cultists not only provided her with practical experience but also helped Wang Xuan accumulate merit and capital.

However, the situation becomes different when dealing with Petyrcius, the bishop of sloth.

As a time traveler, Ying Ping knew this all too well.

In Emilia's sealed childhood memories, before Petelgeus was twisted and driven mad by the Witch of Disguise Pandora, that man was a protector by Emilia's side, an important figure to her like family.

If Emilia were to kill her former guardian with her own hands, or witness him being killed by herself, it would undoubtedly leave an indelible scar on her heart once she regains that memory.

This is completely different from the extermination of ordinary believers.

After weighing the pros and cons, Yingping immediately made a decision.

He placed his hands on Emilia's shoulders, his eyes serious and determined: "Emilia, listen to me."

"Your performance today was outstanding, far exceeding my expectations. You have achieved the goal of the training, and you have proven your ability."

He paused, then chose a gentler reason: "Besides, I can tell you're not in a good state right now."

"This is not only physical exhaustion, but also mental exhaustion."

"It's perfectly normal to feel disoriented and uncomfortable after experiencing such a battle for the first time and killing so many enemies. It takes time to calm down."

"Therefore, the final task of dealing with the Bishop of Sloth is left to me."

“Listen, it’s not because he’s that difficult to deal with, but because I don’t want you to take any more risks and add unnecessary psychological burdens.”

"You should go back to a safe place immediately, get some rest, and relax."

Yingping's words were full of tenderness and care.

Emilia looked into his firm yet loving eyes, and then felt her own heart pounding and thoughts racing—

It was a kind of emptiness and palpitation that was hard to describe after the killing, accompanied by a slight dizziness and nausea, which was very uncomfortable.

She knew that in her current state, she was indeed not suited to face any more powerful enemies.

"……I see."

Emilia finally nodded gently, her tone carrying a hint of relief, but also a trace of worry for Ying Ping, "Then... Shadow, you must be careful! The abilities of the Archbishop of Sloth are not to be underestimated, so don't be careless!"

"Don't worry, I have my own sense of discretion."

Ying Ping smiled slightly and gave her a reassuring look.

Without further delay, Yingping put his hand on Emilia's shoulder.

Flying Thunder God Technique!

The next moment, the two figures vanished from the blood-soaked forest and appeared in the familiar and safe courtyard of the mansion.

Rem and Ram, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately came forward.

"Lady Emilia! Lady Shadow! You're back!"

"Lady Emilia, you don't look well. Are you alright?"

Yingping handed the somewhat dazed Emilia over to Rem and Ram to take care of, and briefly explained, "The Witch Cult's henchmen have been cleared out. Emilia is a little tired and needs to rest."

"I have one last goal to achieve, then I'll be right back."

After speaking, before anyone could respond, Ying Ping's figure blurred again. Using the Flying Thunder God mark left in the forest, he instantly returned to the edge of the battlefield, which was filled with a faint smell of blood.

At this moment, deep in the forest, only the mad bishop of sloth and his last fingers remained.