Goblin King, deceased.
A death devoid of any epic feeling.
Dying in a tiny cave.
He was slain before he could cause any major disaster. As an existence that was a Demon Lord Seed, he could be said to have had no presence at all. But his death was by no means unfair, for he died at the hands of a powerhouse whose strength far exceeded his own. Though the Goblin King was dead, the Goblins of his tribe were still alive. Unlike lower Goblins who would scatter upon seeing their leader die, these high-level Goblins entered a state of collective frenzy under the Goblin Shaman's magic. At this moment, the Four Sages were blocked at the entrance, brawling with these Goblins.
Tsukasa saw that the Four Sages were not in danger for the time being, so she looked down at the Goblin King's charred corpse. On that piece of charcoal, a black greatsword with gold patterns was emitting a cold light. This treasured sword of the Goblin King was clearly no ordinary item; its luster, which did not dim despite its master's death, was the best proof.
It was just that this greatsword was far too massive for a human, making it a weapon humans couldn't use. Even if ordinary Adventurers encountered such a treasure, they could only take it back for a blacksmith to re-smelt or sell it to some collectors. But for Tsukasa, who mastered Alchemy magic, it didn't have to be so troublesome.
Previously, she could only use skills learned through the System, unable to innovate or apply knowledge to new situations. But for her in this state, as long as she grasped the principles, she could do things she previously couldn't. Using Alchemy magic to develop a skill to shrink the greatsword was not a problem.
Don't ask her where this knowledge and inspiration came from; the answer simply appeared before her eyes. Her current thinking capacity was comparable to a superhuman's.
Although her current state wasn't as overpowered as a certain 'Reinhard's' ability to get whatever skill he wished for instantly,
in this state, as long as she possessed the foundation, she could endlessly deduce the skills she wanted.
[Alchemy]
Structural analysis... Re-transmutation.
Accompanying the glow of Alchemy magic,
the greatsword gradually shrank,
becoming a size suitable for her to use,
while retaining its original quality.
The attributes of this sword were very simple: it was heavy, possessing extremely high durability and weight.
Because the Goblin King didn't need magic weapons—no magic was as strong as his own power—what he needed was a sword sturdy enough to withstand his full strength. This greatsword crafted by dwarven blacksmiths perfectly met his requirements.
The sword's name was Wrath.
The Goblin Shaman saw that human powerhouse take away the Great King's sword. That was a sword the Great King had exchanged for using treasures their tribe had accumulated for many years, but at this moment, he didn't dare utter a single word of complaint.
He hid behind a tent. Although he had applied frenzy to his subordinates, he himself had no intention of going out to risk his life; he even carefully used magic to erase his own presence and aura. If Tsukasa weren't also a powerful mage skilled in such ways, perhaps even she wouldn't have discovered this fellow.
She turned around, seemingly intending to go back and support her companions. Just as the Goblin Shaman breathed a sigh of relief, a dark spear filled with dark energy suddenly appeared, piercing through the body of the off-guard Goblin Shaman.
The Goblin Shaman had just relaxed and never expected a back-turned spear; he was killed before he even had a chance to react.
Over there, having released the magic, Tsukasa withdrew her right hand expressionlessly. Facing such an opportunity, she wouldn't give that Goblin Shaman any time to recover his wits.
Although the Goblin King's appearance in this place was very suspicious, and that Goblin Shaman might have known something, when facing someone capable of magic, she believed it was better to be cautious.
If this guy knew some kind of curse magic and hit her with it before dying, it would be very disgusting. Furthermore, she wasn't very concerned about the secrets hidden behind this matter; besides, she didn't know how long her current state would last. She had no idea how this state was triggered, let alone if it had a time limit or was permanent.
Under these circumstances, she had no interest in any secrets and only wanted to deal with these Goblins as quickly as possible to ensure her own safety.
After all, she didn't know if there would be side effects when exiting this state; everything was unknown. Even in this state, she didn't know the consequences because she had no experience.
This wasn't the kind of skill that appeared out of thin air; in this state, she was merely equivalent to having awakened a superhuman talent, but the root of her power was still the foundations she already possessed. If she had no foundation,
then even if she entered this state, she would just be a superhuman genius with talent but no power.
Next was a slaughter.
To deal with these Goblins, she didn't even need to use martial arts or magic. Using only the most basic Imperial Swordsmanship, every strike could slay a group of Goblins.
Individually, these Goblins had strength close to that of the Four Sages and the others. If the Four Sages were level 20, these Goblins were equivalent to level 15.
They were very troublesome monsters.
If released into the wild, they would surely cause significant chaos for human society in this world.
But for the girl in the Sword Saint State, they were just a bunch of small fry with nothing but numbers. In this state, she was stronger than ever before, having the power to fight even against opponents she once found invincible. And this wasn't the upper limit of this state; perhaps this state had no upper limit at all, because as long as her own foundation grew stronger, this state would become stronger.
Amidst that green Goblin army, an afterimage swept through like a Flash. Behind it, waves of blood flew up along with severed limbs and heads.
Under the shocked gazes of the Four Sages, the Goblin army was rapidly thinning. That Flash was incredibly terrifying; wherever it went, no one was left alive.
They had never imagined a single person could display such horrifying strength within an army. Only now did they finally witness the kind of figure that only existed in legends. Before such an invincible powerhouse, the so-called human-wave tactics were not even worth mentioning. Because killing them was too easy, and the speed of slaughter was too fast.
One strike can only kill one person?
What a joke.
Swordsmanship is not such an inconvenient thing.
In less than two short minutes,
the hundreds of Goblins were all dead.
The girl's face wasn't red, nor was she out of breath.
She had used only basic Imperial Swordsmanship throughout, which greatly improved her proficiency in her sword foundations.
But because her performance just now was too terrifying—that swordsmanship was far more powerful than any sword technique the Four Sages knew—no one was willing to believe that the swordsmanship she just used was that Imperial Swordsmanship.
Herculean's previous thought had come true; this young lady of the Astrea Family indeed only needed a set of Imperial Swordsmanship to reproduce the splendor of a Sword Saint.
But now, he couldn't recall at all that this was the result of his teaching, because he was currently dumbfounded by this string of events. He had never imagined he would encounter so many shocks in one day.
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