The winds howled as they created a storm around Meera.
These winds were summoned by her using her spells. She raised her left hand and started creating wind-element shurikens out of them. A cyclone of water appeared out of thin air the next moment. These water molecules with dense wind-element mana gave the manifested weapons a sharp and shining edge.
This was Meera’s elemental fusion. She used her attacks to battle multiple opponents at once. Within a fraction of a second, the Expert-ranked living dead created another set of weapons with her elemental fusion as the base.
She had chopped off her opponents using these weapons. The weapon storm would create a perimeter around her, protecting her from any sneak attack and attacking her opponents at the same time.
The surroundings of the battlefield started getting affected by Meera’s spell. The moisture in the air began congregating around the living undead when she invoked her elemental fusion.
The blade storm started appearing in random places even without Meera’s conscious efforts. It was as if nature itself wanted to copy her spells, making it a natural phenomenon.
The power of an Expert-ranked battle-oriented ranker couldn’t be taken lightly. It affected a large area and altered the natural rules of that area.
Meera’s elemental fusion and the control she had over it were enough to justify her status as an ex-member of Edinburgh’s special force. She was a cut above the rest when it came to battling.
This was the reason why most cultists had their bodies torn into pieces. Blade storms would appear randomly, launching point-blank attacks on the rankers. It was as if nature itself wanted to kill them.
Meera maintained a blade storm around her and glanced at her opponents with a look of suppressed rage on her face. Gilhause and his team on the other hand watched Meera’s work with goosebumps on their skin.
They hadn’t fought someone like her before. And from the looks of things, they wanted to keep it that way. Alas, not everything in life can be ignored just because one wants.
‘Go.’
Eren gave Meera a simple order to charge ahead and the living undead ran toward her opponents like the wind. She charged her sword with her water and wind element mana before releasing a series of flying slashes. These flying slashes gained even more power as more wind and water elemental weapons were added to the storm.
“Aaaaaargh!”
“Sir Gilhause, savaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”
“Bitch, do you think…. Aaaaah!”
Meera attacked her opponents’ flanks head-on using her spells and weapons. She started killing and injuring army personnel without any fear for her safety.
Some people were able to put up a front until they could scream. Some died without making any noise. And some managed to get away by using the rankers ahead of them as their meat shield.
Gilhause was one of the escapees. Even if he was an Expert ranker, his body stats didn’t allow him to get anywhere near Meera and put up a defense. He knew that it would be game over for him if he came into her striking range.
Gilhause had a perimeter of six guards of his own. Being a summoner, he was very particular about the rankers he had selected as his aids. All six rankers were in the solid stages of the D-Rank. As a group, they knew how to cast some strange spells in cooperation. These group-cast spells allowed them to generate spell output that rivaled Expert rank.
Only a few units within the army received group training. They sacrificed their individuality to acquire skills like these. As a result, they were nothing much when they fought individually. However, everything changed when rankers like these attacked or defended in groups.
Gilhause watched as the soldiers around him that were not part of his security detail died one after the other from Meera’s attacks. They screamed and cursed. They tried to attack, defend, and even run away.
There was a variety of military-grade equipment on them. And they tried to tackle the problem in groups. No matter what they did, Meera would overcome every obstacle they threw her way. She would tear through her opponents and their spells before claiming their lives.
Meera didn’t let anybody approach Eren or Alephee who was behind her. The blade storm she created on the battlefield was so intricate that it created a defense line for Eren. The rankers weren’t interested in approaching Eren either. They were too busy dying to care about anyone or anything else.
In the surrounding area, the number of dead bodies began to increase rapidly. Meera also received serious wounds on her body as a result of several rankers making combined efforts to harm her using various resources and forbidden spells and scrolls. However, nothing could slow her down. The more she fought, the fiercer she became as the wrath mana started influencing her and her spells.
Living undead began using wrath mana in strange ways in her attacks. Her attacks carried wrath mana, which could wreak havoc on the rankers’ bodies through foreign mana invasion. They would create blisters and mana deviations, further decreasing the rankers’ chances of landing serious hits on the living undead.
Eren watched the carnage being unleashed on Gilhause’s team with intrigued expressions. He wasn’t thinking about anything at this point. For the first time in a long while, he had decided to enjoy his role as a spectator.
Gilhause knew he couldn’t save the soldiers from Meera’s attacks without compromising his chances of winning over her and Eren who was standing behind her. He had a special talent for gauging the strengths of his enemies. And something told him that Meera was the least of his worries.
Gilhause, along with his security detail, created a distance and chose to play the role of spectator. He ignored the pleas of his soldiers and watched them die at Meera’s hands.
‘Who the fuck is she? This kind of battle prowess and that recovery rate. It’s almost like she is one of Goro’s… ‘
