The Farming Saint in the Starry Wasteland (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 504

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The pirate stood frozen with his sword raised high, locked in that killing posture for one suspended, impossible moment.

Then he toppled straight down and hit the earth with a heavy, final impact, stirring up a slow billow of Just around him.

Between his eyebrows, there was a hole the width of a finger. Blood and grey matter seeped from it in y slow, unhurried crawl.

The rock, buried deep in the tree trunk behind him and stained with red and white, hung in the air like a fallen meteor that had cracked the world open, and it froze the entire battlefield as surely as a witch’s

curse.

Even the wind seemed to die. The jungle fell into something vast and breathless, broken only by the ragged sound of labored breathing and the low, mechanical hum of mech suits still running.

Tyson opened his eyes and found a corpse standing over him, sword still raised, a clean hole punched through its forehead, and beyond it, visible through the gaps between bodies, Elizabeth stood exactly as she had been, her posture unchanged.

She still held the follow-through of her throw, that slender wrist suspended in the air, her face carrying no particular expression, as though she’d done nothing more significant than toss a piece of trash into a bin.

Silence followed.

Absolute, cathedral silence fell upon them.

The Red Scorpion pirates’ sneers had calcified on their faces, replaced by a stunned, gaping disbelief that looked almost comical if not for the horror underneath it.

That woman. The one their commander had laughed off as a C-level nobody. With a rock she’d found off the ground. She had punched straight through reinforced armor and a combat helmet like they were made of wet paper, and put a hole through one of their crew’s skulls with pinpoint, contemptuous precision.

This shattered something in them that weapons couldn’t.

The first person to find his voice wasn’t one of the Red Scorpion pirates. It was Desmond,

He was closest to Elizabeth, and he’d felt it, that fraction of a second when something had rolled off her like a tide pulling back from a cliff face, a pressure so deep and cold and structurally wrong that it had reached into his chest and made his soul flinch.

It had lasted barely a heartbeat, and yet it had dwarfed the SS-level mental power radiating from the pirate leader by a margin that defied easy comprehension.

His throat moved in a slow, involuntary swallow. The hand gripping his rifle trembled faintly from the ustained exertion of the fight. When he looked at Elizabeth, the expression on his face was something

er worn before, raw, unguarded, reverent awe.

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“What in the world.

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one of the pirates shrieked, his voice cracking apart on the last syllable shattering the silence: What just happened?”

“What did she do” Another stumbled back a full step, his gun swinging instinctively toward Elizabeth, the barrel shaking so badly it was nearly useless.

The pirate leader’s heavy, scarred face twitched and convulsed, that brutal scar line along his check writhing like something alive.

He stared at Elizabeth with his one good eye, and every trace of mockery and contempt that had lived there minutes ago had been burned away completely, leaving nothing behind but fractured uncertainty and a thread of fear he clearly didn’t want anyone to see.

He’d seen it more clearly than any of his crew.

That was not luck. That was not a coincidence. Not even close.

The trajectory of that stone, the velocity, the force it carried at the moment of release, all of it had been laced with something that simply did not obey the rules of physics as he understood them.

It was as though the rock had been granted some sovereign, governing authority to pass through all physical resistance as though it simply did not exist.

“What…” The pirate leader’s voice came out dry and stripped raw, carrying a tremor he hadn’t intended. “What are you?”

Elizabeth lowered her arm and let her gaze move across the clearing in one long, quiet sweep, coming to rest for just a moment on each of her people where they’d fallen or still stood.

The blood at Tyson’s mouth. The torn skin across Desmond’s knuckles. The wound in Melton’s back was deep enough to show what lay beneath. Clara’s left arm, her bandage soaked through and still weeping red. Rocket hauling himself upright again through sheer, stubborn will. The lingering shock in Olivia’s eyes. The scorched and blackened plating across half of Sharpie’s mech. The fresh cuts carved into Felix across this fight alone.

With every one she registered, something in her expression cooled and darkened, deepening like a still lake filling up from below with something very cold.

and your crew.” “You’ve got some nerve calling me a monster when the bastards here are clearly you Elizabeth’s voice was ice-cold and incandescent with fury all at once, a combination that somehow made it worse than either alone. “I’m their boss. You put your hands on my people, and you are all finished.”

The last word had barely cleared her lips before her figure simply vanished.

It wasn’t the blur of someone moving at extraordinary speed, nor a streak or a ghost-image left behind by a body pushing past its limits.

She was there, and then she was not there, and there was no transition between the two states whatsoever.

“Watch out!” The pirate leader’s pupils contracted to pinpoints, and the full, honed edge of his SS-level mental power screamed a lethal warning from his left flank an instant before the threat arrived.

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animal instinct, he wrenched the heavy energy axe around and drove it in a savage, full-bodied swing toward the source of that alarm.

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