The Demon King's First General
Chapter 142: One Against A Thousand

Chapter 142: One Against A Thousand

"That’s what happened. I escaped from that place and went into hiding, but they kept on coming. I decided to distance myself from others. Then..." Sinclair paused for a while and looked at the child beside her before continuing.

"During that specific night, while I was busy shaking away those assailants of mine, a trail made of strange light appeared in front of me. I ignored it at first, but it wouldn’t disappear from my sight wherever I went. So I followed it; this led me to a secluded place, and it happened that it was this child’s secret playground," she said.

"That path of light, that’s what Sherise’s doing if I’m not mistaken," Zeno uttered upon hearing the woman’s statement.

"Sherise? Do you mean the Deity of Kindness?" Sinclair replied, surprised.

The demon nodded at her and looked at the woman lying beneath a tree.

"Then what about her?" He asked.

It happened that Zeno knew this woman; she was one of the two people he saved from the gamera. Sinclair looked where the demon was looking and started speaking once again.

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Earlier this morning, Sinclair woke up from a peaceful sleep. Hundreds of dried leaves acted like her bed, giving her a slight sense of comfort. Then she looked at the side of her stomach; a wound from a cut had dirtied her porcelain skin. She stopped for a while and thought of the things that had happened to her until now.

"If not for that little one, I wouldn’t have had a nice sleep these past few days," she uttered, smiling.

Then she stood up and prepared herself to go outside.

"I should reward him with a good lunch today," she said.

Afterward, she surveyed the forest, searching for some small monster that was easy to cook.

"Horned rabbit," Sinclair uttered upon spotting the creature several meters from her position.

Without further ado, she walked towards it, crouched down, and extended her hand. However, the little creature ran away as soon as it noticed the hand coming closer from behind.

Upon seeing this, Sinclair sighed.

"I’m not really cut into this sort of thing," she murmured, and she put her arm on her chest.

The next second, she pulled something out and threw it on her side. A large brown bear fell from a distance; its head was severed from its body.

Meanwhile, the giant scissor stuck on a tree trunk and turned into several fragments of light before disappearing.

"That’s a lot for the two of us," Sinclair stated, and she proceeded to walk towards the bear.

However, she stopped on her tracks as arrows rained down from above. The woman clicked her tongue, and her brows furrowed.

’They’re already here,’ she thought, and annoyance could be seen written on every part of her face.

Afterward, a sudden applause reverberated inside the area, and a man stepped out from behind a tree. He looked at the woman with interest and grinned.

"Subject Number Nine Hundred Twelve, you’re coming home with us now," the man declared.

Then, thousands of men showed themselves; there were different kinds of races among them, but the same black uniform they all wore signified one thing. They were people from the place where Sinclair had escaped.

"The professor doesn’t care if she’s dead or alive..." The man paused for a while and pulled a cigar out of his pocket. He lit it, and as soon as he puffed smoke, he continued speaking.

"Go!" The man gave out his command.

The thousands of people made their move; archers aimed their bows, while the beastmen and warriors hurled their giant weapons.

Meanwhile, Sinclair glared at the man for a second, then closed her eyes, and the moment they opened, she spoke. "For justice, extinguish the demons."

Afterward, she pulled her weapon from her chest, and the giant scissor sliced the enemies in front of her as she swayed it sideways. With her free hand, she grabbed one of the bodies and threw it in the archers’ direction.

Then she bent backwards as a blade appeared all of a sudden, aiming for her neck. She used her hand to prevent her from falling and kicked the owner of the blade in the chin, sending him upward.

"Annoying," Sinclair uttered.

As soon as she got up, she held the scissor with both hands on its fingerholes and let her energy channel into them. The hinge disappeared, and the two blades got separated.

She swirled them around her hands before dashing like lightning. Her enemies fell one after the other; they couldn’t handle her insane movement speed, and the accuracy of her attacks severed their necks without having a chance to counter.

The man who seemed to be the group’s leader clicked his tongue in disappointment upon witnessing how the subject of their mission singlehandedly destroyed most of his men.

He flicked the cigar’s filter and raised his sleeves to the level of his elbow. He was about to join in the battle when he noticed a little child trembling from a distance.

"Hmnn, perhaps..." He uttered, shaking his head while grinning.

The plan inside his mind had a few changes, with a new variable included. He stepped back and disappeared bit by bit from the scene, careful not to be noticed by Sinclair.

Using the large trees and tall bushes as his cover, he approached the child and picked him up.

Startled by the sudden appearance of the man behind him, the child cried, which captured the woman’s attention.

"Leon!" Sinclair shouted, then spun around.

The blades on her hands immobilized several enemies. She faced the direction where the yell came from, but upon seeing the dagger next to the kid’s neck, she froze in place.

"Throw away those weapons of yours if you want me to spare this child," the man stated.

’What are you doing here, Leon?’ Sinclair asked in her thoughts.

Then she made a step, but the man moved the dagger a little closer, enough for the child’s neck to bleed.

"Do you think I’m just messing around?" The man exclaimed, laughing.

"Drop your weapons if you still want this child to live!" He repeated, and the smile vanished from his face.

"What an underhanded tactic! I can’t expect anything less from a demon," Sinclair stated as she struck the weapons on the ground without averting her eyes from the man.

"Well, no matter what method you used, securing the completeness of the mission is always the top priority," the man answered.

After seeing the woman let go of her weapons, the man’s laughter echoed in the tranquil forest.

"What a damn fool!" He yelled and pointed the dagger at Sinclair while still laughing.

"For just a mere child, then let me see what face you would make after seeing him dead right before your eyes," the man added, then twisted the dagger.

It was now pointing at the little kid’s forehead. Leon closed his eyes while tears and snot kept flowing down his face.

’I don’t want to die,’ the child thought, afraid of the unexpected death that loomed before him.

Then something exploded, and a sticky substance fell on the top of Leon’s head. The kid was puzzled; several seconds had passed and yet he was still alive. The hand holding him by the neck slowly loosened up.

He opened his eyes little by little, and he saw Sinclair staring at him, smiling. Then, he slowly turned around, and to his surprise, he found a headless corpse lying behind.

"Never trust a demon’s tongue no matter what—an unwritten rule that even the deities follow," Sinclair stated.

Meanwhile, those who witnessed what happened in that split second took a step back. Their legs were trembling slightly.

’How?’ This was the only question on their minds.

The sudden explosion of their leader’s head imprinted despair on themselves. They didn’t see a projectile, and there were no traces of any spell to support their speculation that the woman, their target, was the one responsible for it.

They wanted to run for their lives; however, an image of an old man appeared in their thoughts, and the little fear they felt was devoured by a greater despair.

A more cruel ending was awaiting them if they failed the mission, a punishment that even death sounded a hundred times better.

With their newfound resolve, the remaining people charged towards the woman. Upon seeing this scene, Sinclair went first to the kid, grabbed his little body, and sprinted away.

’I won’t let that same kind of thing happen again,’ she thought.

After several seconds and reaching quite a distance, she hid him behind a giant tree and prepared to face the remaining enemies.

The place was dyed red, blood began to flow at the river, and intestines, brain matter, and heads rolling everywhere gave the forest a haunting atmosphere.

But the artist, Sinclair, didn’t care; in every swing of her swords, several beings lost their lives during the process.

One against a thousand was nothing but a mere number from Sinclair. There were those who chose to flee, but the Stylist of Justice chased them, sparing no one.

"Monster!" A man uttered.

It was his last word as the blade severed his head from his body. He was the last one of the thousand men.

Sinclair looked at her surroundings; in front of her was the cave where she and Leon were using to go to his secret place.

Then, she noticed that the sun was already about to set; the battle almost took a whole day.

’I bet he’s really hungry by now,’ Sinclair thought.

Without wasting another second, she leaped her way to where she left the little kid.

Upon her return, to her surprise, she found two women roaming in the area. One of them was a human, but the other was the same as the beings she fought just now.

"So they’re blending within humanity," Sinclair blurted out.

Afterward, she pulled out her blade, and as silent as she could, she charged towards the woman, splitting her in half without giving her any room to react.

"For justice, extinguish the demons," she uttered with conviction.

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