"boom!!!!"

With tremendous force, the monster named [Ira], whose entire body was covered in scarlet mana, swooped down from the sky like a falcon, snatched a soldier at the last moment, and returned to the sky.

The rampaging crimson mana simultaneously burned and tore it apart until it turned into pieces of roasted meat.

This was not simply killing; it was a massacre carried out to vent something, or rather, torture... Cruelty and pain intertwined, spreading fear and death.

Fear spread among every soldier, accompanied by piercing screams and wails, with many breaking down in tears... Some tried to beg for mercy, but Iraq ignored them; others tried to fight back, but to no avail.

At this moment, all is at rest.

This is an Imperial person, no... this is a person from this world, and Ira looks extremely angry, a sight rarely seen.

The Archon does get angry sometimes, but rarely; after entrusting all of Mana to the World Spell and the Wing Pillar, the Archon's emotions become much less intense, which is exactly what the Archon needs.

The governor should not be angry, and the World Rune on his neck should not turn crimson, otherwise the governor may be corrupted.

However, there are always some things in the world that make people angry. Some things that seem normal to others are the Achilles' heel of others, or rather... a certain person.

What Ira, the woman named Ira Elkaras, hated most, was furious about most, and found most unacceptable was precisely the slave-hunting teams that used violence as a means of slave-owning, and the foreign slave trade.

Along with them are those foolish nobles.

After one instance of anger, it becomes easier to provoke another, and the uncontrollable rage within becomes easier to manipulate. Logically speaking... after his first instance of anger, which he believed was caused by Isabella's betrayal of her dreams, these second instances of anger should be more subdued.

But that's not the case.

Ira is a person who is very good at controlling his emotions, so in the battle with Hedyll, he even held back to avoid killing Hedyll and triggering the [Death Trigger].

It is also just expressing an attitude.

But things are different now. Compared to Iraq's anger now, that anger was practically a tantrum. How can I describe this brutality and destruction?

Hmm... Ira and his group encountered this slave-catching team on a mountain road, surrounded by vast forests. But now the trees have disappeared, the mountain peaks have collapsed, and the rocks are cracked.

At this moment, Ira unleashed his destruction and flames without reservation, displaying the violence of a world-class powerhouse to the fullest extent. Even Satan Ye and Wolf, who had fled far away long ago, could feel the scorching heat from such a distance.

"boom!!!!!"

The sweeping flames left a scorching mark on the ground. The human body was incredibly vulnerable to such an attack, and the steel armor melted and stuck to the body, causing even more intense pain.

Flesh and blood, grass and trees turned into charcoal, and stones and soil were burned into powder.

"boom!!!"

Then, Ira's speed began to increase, and he gradually became a scarlet phantom, turning into afterimages. With each leap and dart, he would leave behind one or two soldiers whose heads or upper bodies were turned into fragile charcoal.

After that... Ira rose into the air again, and the few remaining soldiers below made a difficult counterattack, but the arrows and magic were evaporated and disappeared before they even touched Ira, as if they had never existed.

Ira's crimson eyes looked down.

Resentment, confusion, pain, terror, murderous intent, destruction, anger... anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger...

The malicious gazes filled almost the entire field of vision of the soldiers, rendering them unable to control their movements.

"Ding~"

With a crisp sound, a white-incandescent Mana polymer, shaped like a sharp-pointed cross, appeared behind Ira. It was only about the size of a fist and resembled beautiful stardust.

"Ding~"

"Ding~"

Then came the second and third, arranged very evenly behind Iraq...

"Ding~ding~ding~ding~ding~ding~ding~ding~ding~ding~ding~ding~ding~ding~ding~ding~ding~ding~ding~ding~ding~ding~ding~ding~ding~ding~ding~ding~ding~ding~ding~ding~ding~ding~ding~ding~ding~ding~ding~ding..."

The crisp sounds blended together, and soon Ira's back was densely covered with these tiny stardust particles. As Ira flew high in the sky, the sky behind her seemed to be completely covered by these things.

“That belongs to my father…”

Satan seemed to recognize the move. Her eyes widened in surprise. As she ran backward with the stunned Wolf, she said, "I remember, my father used a move like that too. Then... Mr. Ira will fall down!"

As if echoing Satan's words, Ira, having climbed to an extremely high altitude, seemed to have given up flying and began to freefall, carrying countless stardust behind her.

The stardust behind it spun automatically, transforming into a long tail.

The scarlet comet, trailing countless beautiful, incandescent spirals, plummeted straight down from the sky towards the ground. Its speed wasn't fast, but... there was no way to avoid it.

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