Read Novel Full Chapter 645: Be More Creative
Chapter 645: Be More Creative
The massacre had begun in earnest.
Five Battle Angels, five methods of slaughter.
Yelena sliced and diced, her sword moving like lightning, reducing humans to uniform cubes of meat.
Fauna spread plague and decay, her healing powers inverted into the most terrible weapons imaginable.
Nadia crushed and compressed, her gravity Blessing turning people into dense spheres of gore.
The Maiden of War tore and ripped, her bare hands becoming instruments of brutal, primitive violence.
And the Maiden of Fate revealed truths that no mortal mind could withstand, causing her victims to simply cease to exist in explosions of blood and viscera.
Dozens of people were being slaughtered every second, their remains falling to create a growing mountain of meat below.
Because of the growing hill, the area directly beneath the massacre was completely evacuated, the prisoners pulled away by guards who had finally regained enough sense to act.
Despite that, blood rained down in a constant crimson drizzle, staining everything it touched.
Bones, guts, and organs accumulated in a grotesque pile that grew taller with each passing moment.
The world watched.
And the world reacted in three distinct ways.
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The first group was overcome by revulsion. They vomited continuously, their bodies rejecting the horror they were witnessing.
One murder had been bad enough, but now they were seeing entire families torn apart, brutalized, reduced to nothing more than raw material for the growing pile below.
“I can’t…I can’t watch this…”
One man groaned, doubled over and retching.
“This is too disgusting…what are they doing…why are they doing this…”
“What are they doing?!” A woman screamed, her face streaked with tears and bile. “Why are they doing this?!”
The guards nearest the carnage fared the worst.
They could smell it—the copper tang of fresh blood, the sickly sweetness of decaying flesh, the acrid stench of viscera exposed to open air.
Some of them had collapsed, unable to continue their duties.
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The second group fled.
“HELP ME! PLEASE, SOMEONE HELP!”
“GET OUT OF MY WAY!”
“THEY’RE GOING TO KILL US ALL!”
The crowd that remained was half the size it had been just minutes ago, thousands upon thousands of people streaming away from the square in blind panic.
They pushed and shoved and trampled each other in their desperate attempts to escape.
But surprisingly no one got injured in the rampage almost as if an invisible force was protecting them.
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But there were those who didn’t flee and didn’t vomit.
They simply stood there, watching, as they were afraid that if they opened their mouths and made even the slightest sound, they might draw the attention of the Battle Angels.
So they stood in absolute silence, their hands pressed over their mouths, watching the massacre unfold with expressions of pure, primal terror.
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The silence didn’t just stay there.
It spread across the world.
In homes and taverns and offices across multiple realms, billions of people watched their screens in stunned disbelief.
Mothers covered their children’s eyes while trembling themselves.
Men stood frozen, their drinks forgotten, their faces ashen.
The elderly wept silently, watching the world they knew collapse into madness.
Organizations and kingdoms scrambled to respond.
“We need to assess the situation immediately!”
The vampire council declared in an emergency session.
“Why are the Battle Angels doing this!? They’ve been peaceful for so many years—what could have changed?!”
“Are they declaring war?” A ogre general demanded. “Is this the beginning of a conquest? Have they finally decided they want to rule the world?”
“We must prepare defenses.” A slime king ordered, his voice shaking. “Mobilize every soldier. Contact every ally. We may be facing extinction.”
But even as they made their plans, everyone knew the truth:
They couldn’t stop the Battle Angels.
No one could.
The panic spread like wildfire. The people who had once felt safe under the protection of the Battle Angels now wondered if those same protectors had become their greatest threat.
It was the single most terrifying moment since the rule of the Eternal Queen.
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But despite everyone’s fear, high above the slaughter, the five Battle Angels were drowning in agonizing guilt.
Even as their hands moved like clockwork, reeling in victims and tearing them apart, their souls were weeping.
Back in the Great War, they had been hardened warriors, but their violence had always been targeted, controlled, and driven by the urgent defense of the innocent.
They had gone out of their way to minimize civilian casualties.
That was how they had been raised.
That was what Mika’s mother had taught them.
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They remembered gathering around her on the bed, five little girls with bright eyes and eager hearts.
Mika’s mother had smiled at them gently, reaching out to ruffle their hair and pinch their cheeks.
“My little ones.” She said softly. “You’re going to grow up to be incredibly powerful in the future. Stronger than almost anyone else in the world. People will fear you wherever you go. They’ll look at you and see weapons, not children.”
Little Fauna had frowned in confusion.
“But we won’t hurt anyone, Big Sis. We’ll be good!”
Mika’s mother had smiled, but there was sadness in her eyes.
“You say that now, my love. And I believe you mean it. But power has a way of corrupting. It seeps into your bones, changes the way you think, makes you believe you can do whatever you want without consequence.”
“One day, you might start to see other people as less than you, as ants to be crushed beneath your feet.”
The girls had exchanged worried glances.
“But I trust my angels.” Mika’s mother continued, her voice warm with love. “I trust that you’ll never go down that dark path.”
“Always emember this, my angels.” Her eyes were more solemn then they had ever seen.
“With great power comes immense responsibility. You must never use your strength to harm others wantonly. Just because someone offends you doesn’t mean you have the right to bully them.”
The future Maiden of War had puffed out her chest proudly, looking like a tiny knight swearing an oath.
“I won’t ever do that, Big Sis! I’ll only protect the weak! I’ll never bully anyone!”
Her mother had laughed and pinched her cheeks affectionately.
“Such a good girl.”
“Me too!” Tiny Yelena had chimed in. “I’ll only help others! I’ll never use my powers to hurt innocent people!”
“I’ll beat up the bullies, but I won’t become one!” Nadia added from the side, her face brimming with promise.
“I’ll be a protector, not a tyrant, Big Sis.” The Maiden of War solemnly added, trying to act like an adult.
Mika’s mother had gathered them all into a warm embrace, hugging them tightly.
“Good girls. Such good girls. Never forget what you’ve promised me today. Never let the darkness influence you.”
“Forever be the protectors you’re meant to be.”
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They had carried those principles for decades.
They had been guardians and knights and shields, protecting the innocent and punishing the wicked.
They hadn’t flaunted their powers or used them for personal gain. Even after the war ended, they hadn’t sought power or position or territory.
They had simply wanted to spend time with their families and live peaceful lives.
And now…now they were butchering innocent people in the most horrific ways imaginable.
Fauna was crying openly, her beautiful face streaked with tears as she unleashed plague after plague upon helpless families.
Yelena was gritting her teeth, her jaw clenched so tightly that her gums had begun to bleed.
Nadia’s face was expressionless, but she was slowly losing her soul.
The Maiden of War kept repeating her mother’s words in her head—never let the darkness influence you, forever be the protectors you’re meant to be—even as she tore people apart with her bare hands.
The Maiden of Fate…had simply gone hollow.
Her eyes empty and abysmal as she moved through the motions of killing without truly being present. She had accepted what was happening, given up on fighting against it. The others still struggled, but she had surrendered completely.
And then Mika appeared behind them.
“You’re all doing a wonderful job!”
He said, clapping his hands together.
“Keep it up. At this rate, you’ll have everyone dealt with by morning. The sun will rise on a mountain of meat large enough to touch the clouds.”
The words made them sick.
So many innocent people. So many lives that had nothing to do with the crimes of their relatives. And they were all being slaughtered like animals.
But Mika didn’t care. He drifted over to Yelena and placed a hand on her shoulder.
“You’re doing good work, Yelena. But you could be doing even better. After all, a sword has been the most versatile weapon for thousands of years—there are so many different ways to use it.”
“And since I want everyone to die differently, I’m sure you can imagine some more…creative approaches.”
Yelena wanted to tell him to stop, to beg him to remember who he was. But she couldn’t speak.
And suddenly, her swords began to move differently.
One sword slowly cut a man apart limb by limb, savoring each cut, drawing out the pain as long as possible.
“AHHHHHH!!!!”
Another group of swords surrounded a different prisoner, stabbing him from all sides simultaneously.
STAB! STAB! STAB!
They pierced his body over and over again until he resembled a human pincushion, more holes than flesh.
A smaller dagger approached another blessed murderer.
It began to flay her alive, peeling back her skin inch by inch while she screamed and thrashed in agony.
“ARGHHHHHHHH!!!!!”
When it was finished, it tossed the skin aside and let the still-living body fall to the ground below.
Mika chuckled at the sight, his purple eyes glowing brighter.
“See? That’s much better.” He turned to the others. “I want to see creativity from all of you. Remember those school projects where you had to show your creativity?”
“Well, this is the same thing. Show me what you can do!”
The other Battle Angels powers began to shift as well.
Fauna’s plagues became more varied—some victims developed massive, painful boils all over their bodies.
Others had their skin melt away like wax.
Some had them experienced their bones growing outward, piercing through their flesh from the inside out.
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Nadia’s gravity manipulation became more inventive.
She pulled people apart limb from limb.
“NOOOOOO!!!”
She smashed them into the ground from great heights.
SMASH!
She launched them into the sky and let them fall, watching them splatter against the pavement like overripe fruit.
“Ahhhhhhhh—PACHUK!”
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The Maiden of War continued her brutal melee, but with more variety.
She crushed heads. She tore out hearts. She drove her fists through chests and pulled out spines.
Blood covered her from head to toe, dripping from her hair and pooling at her feet.
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The Maiden of Fate manipulated luck and probability in cruel ways.
One prisoner suffered a massive heart attack on the spot.
“Ah, wait! My chest!”
Another had the ground open beneath them, swallowing them alive.
“Save me! Someone save me!”
A third was struck by lightning from a clear sky, fried to a crisp in an instant.
The massacre had become a carnival of death—each victim killed in a unique and terrible way, each death more creative than the last.
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The guards backed away slowly, unable to witness any more.
The prisoners screamed and begged, their voices hoarse with terror.
“LET US GO! THEY’RE CRAZY! THEY’RE ABSOLUTELY CRAZY!”
“THEY’RE MONSTERS! THEY’RE EVEN WORSE THAN US!”
“WE CAN’T COMPARE TO THEM! THEY’RE DEMONS!”
The cameramen could barely keep their cameras steady, their hands shaking so violently that the footage trembled and blurred.
The viewers at home watched through shaking screens, unable to believe what they were seeing.
But Mika wasn’t satisfied. He wanted more.
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