Chapter 1133: 120. Obstruction

“Get out... of my way!”

Facing the evil believer blocking the road, she did not hesitate. The hoe that looked somewhat ridiculous on a battlefield was raised high.

In Annabawei, because resources were scarce, metal tools were naturally extremely rare as well.

Aside from true Pioneers, what everyone else used was basically farming tools that could serve multiple purposes.

Ordinary farming tools had limited lethality. But Marcie did not think so, because this farming tool had been personally handed to her by Grandma, and Grandma had also once told her that its power was absolutely no lower than that of other true weapons.

Pfft.

Watching the head of the evil believer blocking her explode like a watermelon, Marcie thought that Grandma really had been right.

Grandma was always like that. From childhood until now, she had never been wrong about anything.

“You are not... allowed through.”

One evil believer was knocked down, and another evil believer immediately pounced up. Marcie moved nimbly and dodged the other party’s attack with great ease.

She felt as if she had evolved. That was right, evolved!

When had it started? Mm, probably just now, when that hateful guy had grabbed her and swung her around wildly.

That tingling numbness in her muscles, as if electricity had swept through them, still lingered in her limbs now. As long as she followed those sensations and exerted strength, she would be surprised to realize that whether in speed or power, she had already surpassed her former self.

It was as if all her potential had been stimulated out of her.

“Don’t block me!”

Marcie struck again.

The steel front edge of the hoe stabbed viciously into the thick arm the evil believer had used to block.

It was still just as smooth. The evil believer’s seemingly tough limb was easily split open, black, foul-smelling blood flowing everywhere, and even the cut surface of the bone could be seen.

“What?”

This evil believer, whose arms were far thicker than an ordinary person’s, wore a horrified expression. He had never imagined that the sturdiest part of his body would be broken through so easily. But very quickly, that horror vanished, turning into an even more terrifying brutality.

Under the influence of the Goddess’s mad will, they had long since completely forgotten death and pain. The torn wound not only failed to force him back, but instead made him even more frenzied.

Flesh wriggled. The evil believer’s dark, sunken skin suddenly tore apart. One arm was severely wounded, but two other thick arms actually reached straight out from his abdomen and grabbed directly toward Marcie.

Marcie’s face was fearless. After seeing so many evil believers and fighting so many evil believers, this bit of a small scene could no longer shake her.

Naturally, it was even more impossible to make her take a single step back!

“Roar!”

A fishy wind struck her face.

Marcie blinked.

Then turned and ran.

“?”

The evil believer who had only just finished transforming froze in place for a moment. With the little reason he had left at this point, his head could not possibly imagine that Marcie would slip away so naturally.

“Roar! Don’t run!”

“Hmph. You tell me not to run, so I’m not supposed to run? Even that guy doesn’t dare order me around like that!”

Marcie turned back and spat.

Not run?

She was not stupid. Why would she not run from someone she could not beat?

Although she had already evolved, she still knew very clearly exactly how much she was worth. She could deal with that lowest-level trash-fish kind of evil believer just fine, but once they were even slightly higher-grade, she would already be stretched thin.

Let alone this kind that could transform on the spot. Other than true Pioneers, who could deal with that?

“That guy told me before, if you’re going to squeeze persimmons, you pick the soft ones... Speaking of which, what exactly is a persimmon? Something special from outside?”

While Marcie fled at top speed, throwing off the evil believer—whose mutated parts were hands, so he was not fast at running at all—her eyes rapidly swept over the battlefield.

Bear King’s several roars had awakened the blazing fire in everyone’s hearts again... no, she should say that the flames accumulated over several hundred years would never be so easily extinguished. It was just that the sudden appearance of Alan, the First Pioneer, really had shocked everyone.

Now, with the flames rekindled, the Pioneers launched their final offensive and clashed with the remaining evil believers. The situation also became chaotic, with slaughter and flying flesh and blood everywhere.

Whether Pioneers or evil believers, both sides had already killed until their eyes were red.

“Damn it... where did Landa run off to?”

Marcie had rushed in after Landa, but after trading blows with several evil believers, she had also lost track of Landa’s position. That made her somewhat anxious, because she knew that after Bear King was gravely wounded, Landa had been holding a breath inside her the whole time.

She was a little afraid the other girl would act recklessly.

“No, now isn’t the time to think about that. My strength isn’t enough for a frontal attack. I need to find an opening and slip in.”

Marcie’s assessment of her own position was extremely precise. With her strength, acting as the main attacker from the front was naturally impossible. But if it was harassment, insertion, slipping deep behind enemy lines, and seizing a chance to launch a sneak attack, then she could still—

Boom!

Suddenly, a roar exploded beside Marcie’s ear.

She barely had time to react before her vision went black.

The enormous shock wave made her feel as if she were a little boat facing a tsunami. She practically °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° flew through the air for two seconds before landing on the ground.

Like a tattered cloth doll.

For a moment, there was severe pain, dizziness... and even more terrifying was that sense of impact, as if it was about to smash her bones and flesh to pieces. Marcie felt that in those few seconds, she could almost no longer sense the existence of her body at all. All she could feel was her consciousness scattering.

She wriggled on the ground a few times, her fingers digging deeply into the mud, biting the tip of her tongue as she recovered bit by bit the severe pain squeezed out from between her flesh and bones.

“Cough, cough...”

Finally, after forcing herself not to faint, Marcie opened her eyes and rose shakily.

First was her own injuries.

She quickly felt all over herself. Good, she was not missing any arms or legs. That attack just now did not seem to have directly hit her, but the aftershock had still let her experience flying through the air again.

Only this time, there was no large hand holding onto her, making sure she would absolutely never be in danger no matter what.

Second...

“What a... pity.”

A soft sigh of regret came over. Marcie lifted her head with difficulty and saw a thin figure wrapped in a tattered black robe standing not far from her.

An evil believer.

But unlike the other evil believers, this figure did not have much in the way of deformity. He was like an ordinary person, standing there just like that.

Yet Marcie immediately felt that things were bad.

Because she recognized that face.

In truth, unlike most people who became familiar through fighting, Marcie had been recognizing strangers all along the way just now.

Because she knew that among these evil believers, anyone she could recognize was definitely not trash fish, but old veteran Pioneers who had once been heroes of Annabawei.

The one before her was precisely such an existence.

“Title... Magician, number 30094. They say you were Annabawei’s last person capable of using offensive magic.”

“More importantly, you are the Second Attendant beneath the Goddess of Night’s throne.”

Marcie gritted her teeth and rose shakily with difficulty. “The mighty Second Attendant bullying a little Trainee like me—aren’t you embarrassed?”