Without pausing, Sophia stepped over the corpse, and the dark figure re-infiltrated the corridor of the night, moving to the left side of the passage.

To the left of the hallway is the kitchen, further inside is the bath, and the servants' bedrooms are deeper.

He could feel a large amount of aura gathered in the depths, enough to tell that most of the bandits were concentrated in the area ahead.

The thick smell of blood filled the air, and the men's gruff laughter mingled with the women's mournful screams.

The walls and floors were covered with bits and pieces of blood, and it didn't take long to find the body of a ragged woman.

The two thieves in the kitchen failed to detect the invasion of the black shadow in time, and were easily sneaked to their feet.

One of them had just noticed it, and before he could do anything, he lost consciousness in an instant.

Because he was climbed on the back by the girl, the smooth skin of his thighs clamped his cheeks.

The girl's waist twisted hard, causing the bandit's cervical vertebrae to dislocate in the crunching sound, and her body was swept off the ground by the force of the rotation, and it spun into the air like a spinning top.

The girl riding on the man's shoulder threw the knife out of her hand by shaking her arm with the help of the centrifugal force of the rotation.

The blade flew straight into the eye socket of the other bandit, the soft eyeball pierced by the tip of the knife, and before the pain could reach the brain, the handle of the knife quickly received a roundhouse kick that carried the inertia of rotation.

The knife, which was about 20 centimeters long, was plunged into the bandit's head entirely, killing him instantly.

After the actual battle, it seems that there are few parts missing between the crotch, which does not affect "his" amazing sense of body balance.

Sophia completed the entire set in one go, keeping the half-squat position and landing smoothly. At almost the same moment, the bodies of the two men fell to the ground together.

The girl's surprise attack is as exquisite as art, and the whole process is less than two seconds.

After two battles, Sophia can conclude that there is some unknown power hidden in her body, which is incredibly powerful, far beyond what she once was.

Muscles, bones, sensory abilities, in every aspect, are far beyond the limits of human movement.

The skin and pores even seem to be fitted with some kind of high-precision detection instrument. At night, like a bat or a python.

Any slight vibration in the air, a subtle temperature change, is enough to make the opponent's position, number, and body contours clear at a glance.

Scanning the ground, the two corpses he had made did not arouse any feelings from Sophia.

But it wasn't until the moment her eyes moved not far away, and the motionless maid entered the field of vision, that Sophia's heart suddenly "clicked".

The maid had stopped moving, and her face was so bruised that it was hard to read.

The naked body is full of traces of violence.

One of the most shocking was her hands, the joints of each finger were twisted at strange angles, and the palms of them were pierced by the tip of a knife, and they were nailed to the floor.

The miserable situation made Sophia take a deep breath, and a sour feeling welled up in her heart.

The maid's death is not strange to "him".

I remember that it was a few years ago, "he" joined a private armed group in a certain country in the Middle East as a mercenary.

After a successful night raid, his comrades-in-arms at the time committed similar atrocities against the local civilian population.

Looking back now, my position at that time may not be much different from that of the bandit in front of me.

The so-called battlefield, no matter what era or country, will only be hell on earth.

Every second, the soldiers are struggling and hovering on the edge of life and death.

Perhaps, the soldiers who committed atrocities against civilians were not by nature deranged villains.

But the heavy pressure adjacent to the moment of death pressed everyone's nerves into madness.

In such an environment, human nature will become very fragile, and the brain will lose its original self-control function.

As a result, it only takes a little chance to become an opportunity for the soldiers to go crazy.

Sophia doesn't understand that kind of mentality, if you don't use some drastic methods to vent your stress, then too tense nerves will sooner or later make the spirit collapse.

"He" himself did not participate in such a tragic act of pleasure-seeking, not because he called himself a pacifist or because he had a clear conscience.

It's just that "he" doesn't advocate wasting excess physical strength in a war zone, because no one knows when the next battle will start.

That's right, "he" is used to seeing similar situations, and there is no need to dwell on it now.

Sophia struggled to adjust her breathing and look away.

Then, silently open the kitchen's kitchenware cabinet, take out a large number of knives from it, and arrange them on the kitchen counter.

Whenever he gets upset, "he" will focus on organizing his gear as a way to calm his mind.

What "he" should do now is not to waste time doing some meaningless emotion, but to prepare as soon as possible and organize an effective counterattack.

While quickly fastening the knife to his waist and legs, "he" began to formulate the next tactical strategy.

Now the core goal is to find your sister, and the most intuitive way to achieve this goal is to effectively suppress the enemy's combatants.

At a time when there is an overwhelming disparity in numbers, it is time to find other means to close this gap.

It is not difficult to see that the opponent is just a rabble, and the allocation of personnel and the shape of the marching army are scattered.

Basically, it's just scattering around, doing random looting without a plan.

Other than that, there is no sense of vigilance or discipline. Assaulting a woman is almost a low-level act of violence, and a lot of physical energy is consumed in the process.

Based on past experience, this is an element that can be exploited.

As long as you hide in the shadows, let their indulgences run wildly, and wait for the opponent's physical strength to be the most exhausted, you will definitely increase the efficiency of destroying the enemy.

But at the same time, it also means that Sophia will not save the maids in the house.

But it doesn't matter, "he" is not a police officer to maintain social order, but a killing machine on the battlefield.

What he needs to think about is how to effectively kill the enemy and accomplish the goal, rather than protecting the lives and property of innocent people.

It should be a natural judgment to make the necessary sacrifices in order to win.

In this regard, "he" has never hesitated.

Because, "he", is an expert.

But despite this......

Although "he" is convinced of his own experience and theories.

But this theory of practice cannot be held true for Sophia, a young girl born into an aristocratic family, raised in a warm and peaceful environment, and with a good and sound nature.

"Here...... Not a battlefield...... Over here...... It's my ......! and they'...... It's all ...... My family ......!"

As if out of control, Sophia squeezed out a sound that bordered on a whimper.

At the same time, a warm current passed through "his" cheeks. Left behind a hot, wet trail.

Sophia hurriedly put her finger on her face, and then he realized that tears were streaming down the corners of her eyes.

A killing machine that used to be able to keep a calm mind and be in the best shape no matter what adversity.

At this moment, "he" can't suppress the pain in his heart, and there is no way to adjust his emotions as before.

The girl named "Sophia El Cruznier" is filling all her thoughts with sadness.

The maids in the house could not be left behind, they were all dear family members, and they must find a way to save them - such wishes and requests fundamentally vetoed the combat deployment that "he" was accustomed to.

“..............................”

Stopping the mechanical movement of arranging the knives in her hand, Sophia closed her eyes.

She tilted her head slightly, letting the tears run down her cheeks and down her chin before dripping to the ground.

Shedding tears in combat operations is undoubtedly absurd and shameful as a soldier.

Until just now, "he" had reduced his operational goals to "actions," "tasks," ...... "orders."

But apparently not.

Because at this time, the strong "desire" from "Sophia" came from the heart, but it had a fatal contradiction with "his" fighting philosophy.

After decades of combat experience, she is easily overwhelmed by the pure and fervent desire of an eight-year-old girl.

It's ironic, but it's also helpless.

Because, compared with the thoughts of "Sophia", "his" style proposition is so ugly and superficial.

"He" made plans that were nothing more than the search for the most convenient means to achieve the darkest of goals.

"He" renounced all humanity and grinded his spirit and body like an extreme blade.

Therefore, "he" is just a "weapon", without his own feelings and pursuits, extremely sharp - but extremely fragile.

All he knows is how to kill his enemies, but he doesn't know how to protect anything.

Well, if you want to get rid of the tangled status quo, the question that needs to be solved is not how to annihilate the enemy,

Rather, who is it?

Soldier? or girl?

By choosing the former, "he" could have left everything that Sophia cherished and left here.

With the garrison of that rabble, it would be effortless to force a breakthrough.

In the future, "he" will occupy this girl's body and devote himself to a new battlefield, a new killing.

Only by fighting can he show his own value - because he is just a blade, a weapon.

"He" does not care where he is, "he" knows that as long as there is a kingdom of man, there will inevitably be strife, and throwing himself into the battlefield is the fate of "weapons".

"He" will continue to slash the enemy until the moment he breaks.

By choosing the latter, "he" will kill himself, or more precisely, gladly accept the death that should have befallen him.

In the snow-white research room, when he was swallowed by a strange light, his "blade" had already broken.

- The answer is......

Without wavering and hesitation, "he" easily came up with the answer.

He is a top soldier and a murderer with blood-stained hands.

I have never sought any meaning in my life, nor have I ever found satisfaction or glory.

An excessively sharp blade, no matter where it is reborn, will only shred everything around it, and eventually even itself will be destroyed.

Such a life, no matter how many times it is repeated, has no meaning.

He is an empty shell, and he is not qualified to usurp anyone's life.

Now, standing in this place by yourself can be called a miracle.

Perhaps it was just a dream, an opportunity for God to atone for his sins.

If it is said that the ugly power of "he" can save this girl's family.

Then, he seems to be able to find some of his own value in this battle.

"I'm ...... Sofia El Cruznier......"

As if to confirm her identity, Sophia whispered softly. At the same time, a determined look appeared on her face, like a beautiful blade, showing a shining edge.

Then, redraw the blueprint of tactics -

The enemy, at best, is just a group of ordinary people with combat effectiveness, and their combat skills are not even comparable to those of newly recruited recruits, even if they wield cold weapons, they are also more threatening wild gorillas.

If there was a set of equipment for army operations, Sophia believed that she could sweep them away effortlessly.

Unfortunately, today's armament only has some table knives, and the workmanship is of course very different from that of military knives.

So, she needs some cover before sweeping up the enemy.

............

A few minutes later, a thick, pure white mist spread rapidly on the west side of the corridor on the first floor.

For Sophia, who is familiar with the structure of the house, it is not difficult to create this kind of drama.

By removing the boiling water wizard shell from the outside of the bathhouse and overloading its core, it only takes a few tens of seconds for the runaway water vapor to fill the entire area.

The so-called field warfare, the weapons that can be used are not limited to the standard equipment carried on the body.

In the opinion of experts, even the use of a dry firewood can often achieve unexpected miraculous effects.

The white mist is neither poisonous nor tear-jerking.

At the same time, the overloaded magic guide will not last long at all, and the magic core will soon be scrapped, if the enemy opens the window for ventilation, I am afraid that this fog can only last for a few tens of seconds.

However, even these tens of seconds, in the deep night, are enough to be fatal.

"One...... Two...... Three...... Four...... Five...... Six...... Seven ......"

From the beginning of the spread of the fog, Sophia counted the numbers.

According to his experience, the best time to launch a surprise attack on a group of enemies after using a smoke screen or urging * bomb is the seventeenth second after depriving the enemy of their vision.

Humans with limited vision will fall into a mental panic at that time.

Sofia's goal is to get a quick fix.

She still thinks about her two missing sisters.

In addition to that, this is also a good opportunity. The previous two encounters were resolved too easily, and there was no chance for Sofia to use all her strength.

This time, she can use it to assess the limits of her combat capabilities.

- The goal is twenty seconds, and the entire area will be perfectly suppressed in twenty seconds.

“...... Seventeen...... Start fighting. ”

After speaking, Sophia's lowered body was like a jet-black wind rushing into the mist.

She doesn't have an anti-fog mask, but the steam doesn't stop her from coming and going.

You know, this building is where she has lived for eight years, and she knows every joint of the floor.

In addition, her incomparably keen senses allowed her to instantly catch the location of the enemy, and then flick her arm like a long whip, throwing the dinner knife caught between her fingers at the speed of a bullet.

You don't need to hit the vital point, just create some wounds.

Because, the slightest pain is enough to cause further chaos in the panicked crowd.

Attacked bandits will try to fight back, but the fog and terror make it impossible for them to judge the enemy's position, and they can only wield their swords indiscriminately.

This is quite a stupid move, and if you are not careful, you can hurt your fellow human beings.

Injured companions will mistakenly believe that they are being attacked by the enemy and rise up to resist, and the domino-like effect will quickly make the scene get out of control.

Mentally deranged enemies fight each other, shouting and wailing – these voices become beacons of death.

Sophia's sense of hearing at this time can accurately locate the azimuth coordinates of the sound source, which is the enemy's key point - the head.

As a result, the second round of knife throwing became a blow to the throat.

In the mist, there were still some maids who had not yet been poisoned, and they could only hear the bandits falling to the ground one after another in the continuous screams.

It wasn't long before no man's voice could be heard, and all that was left was the sobbing of the women.

It wasn't until the fog cleared that a surviving maid witnessed a lonely petite black shadow.

The figure dragged two playful ponytails beside him, and the jet-black silk skirt contrasted with the fair skin.

The girl's slender fingers were filled with metallic blades, like a pair of silver-colored sharp claws.

The girl standing among the corpses resembles a grim reaper in the night.

"The remnants of the enemy are zeroed, and the suppression is complete...... The battle is over. ”

The Grim Reaper slowly spoke, and from between the two soft cherry lips, a cold, beautiful, and I don't know to whom it was spoken—the proclamation of "death".

Then, a gentle smile hung on the face of the "Grim Reaper".

It was the maid's familiar face, the smiling face of the young master.

"Don't be afraid...... Already, it's fine. ”