The Farming Saint in the Starry Wasteland (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 505

Chapter 365 It’s a Mossacre

Chapter 505 It’s a Massacre

Matamy! Desmond Tyson, and the others surged forward with everything day hadek fe desperate terror, but the remaining pirates the pinned them down before they cou

“Yes! She’s finished! Burn, you monster” one of the pirates screamed, staring into the blazing heart offi explosion, his laughter cracking apart at the edges with barely contained hysteria.

The smoke rolled outward in slow, dark billows

The torn limbs and devastation everyone had braced for simply did not materialize.

Elizabeth stood exactly where she had been, untouched, her clothing without so much as a singed thread

For the span of a single heartbeat, an impossibly thin veil of golden light shimmered around her and zone, a presence barely visible to the naked eye, and every last ounce of that savage, concentrated energy had dissolved against it like water against a castle wall.

She tilted her head slightly and looked at the laughing pirate the way a person looks at an insect that wont Stop buzzing.

That’s four.”

Her foot moved in a small, almost bored flick, and a pebble crusted with dried mud skipped up from the

round and punched through the air.

The laughter stopped as though a switch had been thrown.

The pirate’s forehead now bore a hole identical to every one before it, his face still locked in that wild, frozen grin, and he dropped like a puppet with its strings cut.

Silence fell once more.

It was the silence of something final and absolute.

This time, even the sound of breathing vanished from the clearing.

Fear had taken the Red Scorpion pirates completely, wrapping its cold hands around their hearts and squeezing until nothing else remained.

Concentrated fire hadn’t worked.

Direct assault hadn’t worked.

She simply stood there, and standing there was all it took to make the air around her feel like the threshold of a place nobody ever came back from.

This had stopped being a battle the moment she’d moved. It was a culling now, as dispassionate and one- sided as a god deciding to notice some ants.

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She sai

She’s an absolute

Nobody could tell who broke first Somebody screamed it.

can for the jungle at full speed.

Fear was the most contagious thing in any world.

That one deserter was all it took to shatter what remated of Red

“Run!”

“Get out of here!”

“She’s not human! She’s not human!”

Spion’s collective nerve

They came apart completely, every trace of discipline and greed and murderous intent dissolving in an instant, scattering in every direction through the trees like a nest of hornets blasted by a flame, each one running as though the only thing that mattered in any universe was putting distance between themselves and that woman.

A hundred million stellar coins meant absolutely nothing when death had a face and a pair of calm, cold eyes and could reach you from anywhere it pleased.

“Get back here! Get back, all of you!” The pirate leader swung his axe in wide, furious arcs, bellowing after his scattering crew, but not one of them so much as glanced back.

His own chest was flooded with the same terror gnawing at his fleeing subordinates, but the iron pride of an SS-level fighter and the raw, burning refusal to walk away from that bounty held him rooted in place, at least for now.

He glared at Elizabeth with that lone, scarred eye, something wild and desperately cornered blazing in its depths. “What are you, exactly—”

“You’re noise,” Elizabeth said, cutting through him, her gaze carrying the absolute, indifferent cold of a deep winter lake that had never once thawed.

She didn’t reach for another stone. She simply raised one hand toward him, extended a single slender finger, and drew it through the air in a small, unhurried line.

There was no light. No sound.

The pirate leader felt it before he understood it, a force that was total and incomprehensible and left absolutely no room for resistance, as though the space around him had simply solidified and locked him inside it like an insect in amber.

He tried to move. Nothing responded.

He tried to shout. No sound came.

Then his vision began to rotate in a slow, sickening spiral, and he found himself looking at his own body, still frozen in that axe-raised posture, still clad in its dark crimson plating, blood erupting from the stump

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of his neck in a dense arching fountain that painted the ground bencar

The head hit the earth with a dull, rolling thud.

That single scarred eye stared upward, wide open, the last thing writ consumed everything else.

him a deep art

It a terrore

“That’s five.” Elizabeth lowered her finger with the same energy she might use to brush a fleck of di her sleeve.

The headless body of the pirate leader crashed to the ground and sent a small cloud of dirt blooming upward around it.

“The boss is… dead?” The few pirates who hadn’t made it far enough to miss it stared at the scene, and whatever remained of their legs gave out entirely. They crumpled where they stood and did not get bar up, every last shred of will to flee or fight or even breathe properly stripped out of them all at once.

The battle was over.

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