Chapter 287: The Invincible Gods

She raised her other hand, her fingertips lightly caressing the length of the whip, her gaze hazy as if admiring a work of art. The pink radiance reflected in her eyes shimmered like rippling waves. She smiled faintly, her breath trembling, like the final sigh of a drowning soul on the verge of suffocation.

Franz's expression darkened to the extreme. His eyes locked onto Afreya, his fists clenched so tightly that veins bulged beneath his skin. The scene before him was like the descent of hell — and the culprit, that insane woman, was standing there with a face of pure ecstasy, intoxicated by the massacre unfolding around her.

Afreya chuckled softly, licking her crimson lips, her gaze playful."Don't be in such a rush… Once I'm done with these unsatisfying pawns, it'll be your turn."

Her voice was as gentle as a lover's whisper, but to those present, it was more terrifying than the murmur of death.

Her body twirled like a dancer's, bare feet landing lightly on the blood-soaked ground. Her steps were soft, like freshly kneaded dough, sinking slightly before bouncing back up as she danced upon the battlefield. The pink whip in her hand cut elegant yet merciless arcs through the air. Blood sprayed and flesh tore. With each flick of the whip, fewer intact bodies remained on the battlefield.

Yet, in the midst of her dance, her fingertips curled slightly. The whip's form began to shift, weaving and twisting until it coiled into the shape of a strange "X" in her palm — a bizarre bowstring! The whip maintained its length while simultaneously forming the shape of a bow, unnatural and sinister.

Afreya gently pulled back the bowstring. Pink light gathered at her fingertips, burning like starlight. An arrow took shape in an instant — slender and sharp, glinting with the lethal gleam of a serpent's fangs.

She kept dancing, her skirt billowing with each twist of her body, her movements both seductive and wild. Several attacks grazed her exposed skin as she spun, leaving shallow wounds from which blood began to seep, tracing crimson trails down her pale skin. Yet she paid no mind to the pain. On the contrary, the pain seemed to arouse her. A breathy moan escaped her lips, her cheeks flushed, her pupils dilated — as if consumed by a twisted pleasure.

"Ahh… that hurts… How lovely…"She sighed breathily, her lips curling into a satisfied smile. She drew the bow and released—

Thwick!

Countless thin arrows burst forth from her bow in an instant, pouring over the battlefield like a torrential rain of needles. They seemed fragile and harmless, incapable of killing — but that was exactly what Afreya intended.

One arrow — a sharp sting.Two arrows — the pain deepened, and agonized groans echoed through the air.Three, four, five…When thousands — no, millions — of needles pierced their skin, bone, and organs all at once—

The pain transcended the limits of human endurance.

"AAAAHHHHH!!!"

The battlefield became a hellscape. Soldiers writhed on the ground, clawing at their own flesh as if trying to tear the arrows from their bodies. Their screams were so raw they ripped their throats apart, but it did nothing to ease the torment. Their eyes glazed over as their trembling hands dug into their own flesh, trying in vain to remove the countless needles embedded deep within their muscles and bones.

Some, unable to bear the agony, clawed at their own necks, tearing open their throats in a desperate attempt to escape the pain through death.

The beautiful symphony of agony filled Afreya's ears like a masterpiece.

She watched, enraptured. Her cheeks flushed unnaturally, her entire body trembling with twisted ecstasy. Her lips parted slightly, her breath quick and shallow, as though consumed by a pleasure beyond words.

"Ahh… such beautiful sounds… Truly… magnificent…"

Her legs gave out beneath her, and she sank to her knees amid the sea of bodies and blood. The arrows continued to rain down, penetrating flesh and bone alike. She tilted her head back, her crimson lips quivering as her eyes glazed over with euphoric intoxication.

She moaned, laughed, and shuddered.

"Ahhh… this… this is true music…"

"Love… it spreads here…"

Her sweet voice, tinged with breathless intoxication, echoed across the battlefield, sending shivers through the spines of the surviving soldiers.

Franz's pupils contracted violently. His fingers tightened around the hilt of his sword until his knuckles turned white."This woman… she's insane!"

The battlefield was now a blood-drenched inferno. The screams of the dying rose and fell in waves. The pink light pierced through the soldiers' chests, limbs — even their heads. Blood trickled down the shafts of the arrows like dew on spider silk.

Franz stood amidst the carnage, his eyes cold and sharp. His trembling fingers betrayed the sheer rage and fear coursing through his veins. Graham Empire's soldiers, once unstoppable, were now reduced to nothing more than slaughtered lambs beneath the hands of a deranged woman.

Franz inhaled sharply, his gaze fixed on the insane figure before him. Afreya's laugh was sharp and exhilarated, her tongue darting out to lick her lips as her whip writhed and curled like a living creature. The whip slithered through the battlefield, seeking out weaker prey. Once it ensnared a target — the result was a spray of blood and scattered flesh.

He couldn't wait any longer.

"Felix! Brownie! With me!"

Franz swung his sword, dark ink swirling across its blade. An invisible slash tore through the air toward Afreya's neck with blinding speed.

Whoosh!

Afreya's instincts kicked in, and she barely managed to tilt her head in time. But the sword energy was too fast. It sheared through her left shoulder, taking part of her arm with it. Blood spurted from the wound.

Yet instead of pain, Afreya's pupils dilated. A sharp, breathless moan escaped her lips. The deadly attack didn't frighten her — it aroused her.

"Ahh… that hurts…"

Franz's expression remained cold. He offered her no respite. His sword arced back in a fluid motion, the ink on the blade erupting into countless dark slashes, all descending upon Afreya at once.

Felix and Brownie didn't hesitate. Their weapons blazed with burning light as they charged toward Afreya. But just as they were about to strike—

Snap!

A shadow flashed through the air.

Afreya's whip lashed out like a viper. Felix and Brownie's weapons hadn't even reached her when the whip struck them both head-on. The sheer force of the impact sent them flying tens of meters across the blood-soaked ground.

Afreya's laugh grew even more manic.

She licked the corner of her mouth, twisting the still wildly growing whip in one hand. Her skirt billowed as she spun gracefully, like a reveler dancing freely on stage.

"Don't rush. Once I've dealt with these pathetic trash who can't even bring me any pleasure… it'll be your turn."

Before her words even fell, she suddenly raised her arm. The whip, like a venomous snake awakening in the darkness, lashed out wildly toward the surrounding soldiers with eerie sentience!

"Aaaahhhhhh!!"

Screams erupted one after another as blood splattered through the air. Any soldier struck by the whip had their flesh instantly reduced to a pool of bloody sludge, their bones utterly crushed. Only broken armor and twitching severed limbs remained scattered on the ground.

Franz's eyes were bloodshot.

This can't drag on any longer—

He stomped the ground fiercely, his figure shooting out like an arrow. Dark ink surged along the blade of his sword, transforming into a sharp black arc that tore through reality itself as he slashed down toward Afreya!

This time, his strike wasn't just a simple cut—it used the power of ink to collapse space itself, leaving her with no place to escape!

Afreya was still smiling—but in that moment, her smile suddenly froze—

Slash!

The black strike flashed through the air. She was still kneeling on the ground, just about to stand up when her movements abruptly stopped.

Her limbs—severed at the root.

A massive spray of blood gushed out, splattering her pale face and making her appear even more demonic.

She stared at her severed arms and legs for a moment before lowering her head. Then, to Franz's horror—

She moaned in pleasure.

"Ahhh… this feeling… it's… incredible…"

Her spine trembled slightly, and the smile on her lips became even more twisted. Her hazy eyes fixed on Franz with an unsettling fascination, as if she was about to drown in the sensation.

Franz's heart clenched violently. What he saw before him was beyond belief—Afreya's limbs had been completely severed by the ink strike. Her flesh, bones, and nerves had all been shattered—Yet she showed no pain.Instead, she seemed to be deriving some twisted pleasure from it.

Her body trembled slightly, her half-lidded eyes revealing a look of deep satisfaction, as if the pain of losing her limbs was merely a source of stimulation.

Just as Franz prepared to strike again—

Crack… crack… crack…

From the twisted stumps of her limbs, pristine white bones wriggled and grew. Red flesh followed, twisting like frenzied tendrils as nerve fibers entwined together, reconstructing new muscle tissue.

The bloody and insane regeneration process took place in the blink of an eye—

She was fully healed!

Franz's pupils contracted. A deep, primal fear surged through him.

This… this level of regeneration is beyond all reason!

"No way…" Felix muttered, cold sweat dripping from his palm.

"Don't just stand there! Kill her while she's still recovering!!" the commander roared. He charged forward first, his spear gleaming with a piercing cold light, carrying the force of a thunderbolt as he thrust straight for Afreya's heart!