"I... will kill everyone..." A demon stood on the desolate, bloody battlefield. Follow current novels on 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅•𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝗇𝖾𝗍 "I... will not spare anyone..." She was panting, but she still stood firm like a statue. The demon’s eyes were filled with a heavy murderous intent. "I... will kill all of you..." The demon’s body was covered in many wounds, some shallow, some deep, some enough to take her life instantly. But, the demon still stood there, not falling down. And her opponent, her enemy, was humans. To be more specific, the demon was fighting alone against more than 20 highly trained warriors. People born to serve humanity. People who did not care about their own lives. But, even now, she was still able to hold on. "Damn humans... I hate you all..." The demon’s eyes were bloodshot, and many blood vessels appeared because of an emotion called hatred. Her killing intent was so thick that it was enough to cover the entire battlefield. Among the demon race, she was probably the one who could emit the most killing intent. But, what other uses could killing intent have other than to threaten the enemy? The answer was nothing. Gripping the dagger tightly, the demon charged forward, charging towards her enemies. That demon was like a ferocious beast. One who no longer cared about her own life. She continuously launched quick and accurate slashes. Blood continuously splattered, staining the demon’s vision red. But, she still continued. "Continue! I have to kill more humans!" The corners of the demon’s lips curled up slightly. "Blood! Great! Blood! More blood!" She had succeeded in killing some people. But, the number of swords that had been stabbed into her body was even more than that. In the end, the demon fell down. In the end, death was still inevitable. "...I... really can’t win?" The demon felt it was difficult to breathe. She felt as if her whole body was being chewed by fire. Slowly, the demon closed her eyes. Accepting everything that was about to happen. But, that scenario did not appear as she imagined. A voice suddenly rang out. It was gentle and pleasant, like a summer breeze. And for some reason, hearing that voice, the demon felt less pain. She wished she could listen to this voice forever. — Are you still alive? — Well, even if you die, I can still revive you. — How about it? Want to continue living? "...Who wouldn’t want to continue living?" — I can grant your wish. — But, nothing is free. The demon fell silent, listening to the voice’s request. — Once you’ve revived, become my pawn, become one of my commanders. — You’re strong, and I need that strength. "... I am... strong?" That was a really good joke. But, that voice didn’t think so. "Apart from a little talent, what else am I good at?" — You’re the most murderous creature I’ve ever met. — So, what do you think of that proposal? "Becoming one of your commanders?" The corners of the demon’s lips curled up slightly. "Life, power, status, ... who wouldn’t hate that?" Suddenly, Astral chuckled. Blood spurted from her mouth and wound like a waterfall, yet, the demon was still able to laugh. Was she really crazy? "What the hell are you laughing at?" Mavis asked, at the same time, stabbing the dagger deeper into Astral’s chest. When stabbed in the heart, all living things would die. But, for some reason, other than spitting out blood, the demon’s complexion was still very rosy. As if nothing was happening. "You think you can kill me with just this?" She was completely unmoved. It was as if... Astral wasn’t a living thing. Because what living thing wouldn’t die after being stabbed through the heart? Stunned, Mavis hastily let go of the dagger and jumped back a few meters. Her eyes flashed with a sharp light. Mavis sensed that something dangerous was approaching, or about to happen. Astral smiled mockingly. The demon gently pulled the dagger out of his chest, then threw it away as if she were throwing away trash. "I’m really surprised, human. You’ve somewhat guessed my power." Did Mavis misjudge Astral’s power? Was that... really possible? She had observed this demon very carefully, hadn’t she? Wiping away the blood from the corner of her lips, Astral continued: "It’s true that I can turn my own killing intent into attacks, but..." "Can you be sure that the thing standing before you is Astral?" Mavis frowned slightly. She still didn’t understand what the hell was going on. "You really don’t understand, you idiot?" Suddenly, a voice so familiar that Mavis couldn’t have misheard it rang out from behind. As a natural reaction, she turned 180 degrees. Eyes wide open, Mavis stared at the scene before her. There, she saw another Astral. "...2 Astral? How could this happen?" Or was this just an illusion? "What? Are you surprised?" A voice rang out from Mavis’s left. It was another Astral. "You shouldn’t be so surprised yet, because the surprise is still behind you." Another Astral appeared. And then, another Astral. She was like a virus. The number kept increasing. Soon, 50 Astrals appeared. And they all gave Mavis a gentle but strangely creepy smile as a greeting. Mavis was completely dumbfounded. She didn’t know how to react in this situation. She was truly shocked. Astral No. 1 gently approached Mavis, still with a slight smile on her lips, still with the wound on her chest still bleeding. "This is why I said you only guessed a part of my power correctly." Then, the demon swept her eyes over all the Astrals that had just appeared. "I, her, her, and her, all the Astrals here are not the original Astral." Astral’s gaze stopped on Mavis’s stunned face. The demon felt very happy. "Or rather, we are just a part of Astral." Suddenly, Mavis’s eyes flashed with a light as if she had realized something. Astral No. 1’s smile became even brighter. "That’s right. Killing intent is Astral, and Astral is killing intent." Hearing this, Mavis was completely dumbfounded. Who would have thought that her true enemy was killing intent, an abstract concept?