Chapter 57: Vivian Descends From the Sky!

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Vivian arrived above the barbarian camp in the blink of an eye.
She did not teleport directly into their midst.
Before plunging into enemy territory, Vivian needed to complete a few preparatory steps.
Storms gathered beneath her, lifting her high into the air.
She activated Body Immolation and uncorked Lori's venom.
Guided by the storm, the toxic smoke instantly dyed the air surrounding Vivian an alarming blue-purple.
She arranged Grella’s offensive magic scrolls above her head, holding them aloft with another gust of wind.
Having finished all this, Vivian dismissed the storm that had been supporting her.
Pushed by the fierce gale at her back, Vivian plummeted toward the ground.
Boom!
With a deafening crash, Vivian smashed into the barbarian camp.
The moment she landed, the storm gathered around her suddenly exploded.
The storm, carrying toxic smoke, instantly blanketed the entire barbarian camp.
The man who looked like a shaman wore an expression of utter shock at the sudden appearance of Vivian.
Yet, the next second, white patterns surfaced on his body.
The patterns radiated light, rendering him completely immune to the toxins.
The elite guards around him displayed the exact same patterns on their bodies.
However, the barbarian soldiers on the outer perimeter were not so fortunate.
Lori's toxic smoke stripped them of their lives in an instant.
Naturally, Vivian did not expect to easily eliminate all her enemies with just toxic smoke.
When the toxic smoke had nearly covered the entire enemy camp, the wind direction shifted.
Blown by the fierce wind, the toxic smoke that had been spreading outward rushed back toward Vivian at the center.
Through the blue-purple toxic smoke, one could clearly see that a stormy sphere centered on Vivian had formed once more.
Vivian calmly drank a vial of pink potion.
The flames of Body Immolation surged violently, instantly swallowing the entire camp.
The moment the flames touched the blessings bestowed by the barbarian god, they devoured them without hesitation.
The blessings transformed into fuel, making the flames of Body Immolation even more ferocious.
A formidable power continuously poured into her.
Even though Vivian had intensified her physical training in recent days, she still could not withstand the surging torrent of power.
Cracks appeared across her body once more as energy she could not fully absorb tore through her skin.
*The Gospel of Suffering* floated beside Vivian, casting Wiegraf's healing spell.
"Oh no!" Realizing the blessing on his body had vanished, the barbarian shaman seemed to grasp something.
However, it was already too late.
Countless scrolls plummeted from the sky.

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Scorched by the Body Immolation, their restrictive seals triggered and activated almost instantly.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The entire hillside was engulfed in a barrage of relentless bombardment.
Flames, storms, thunder, and frost turned the place into a doomsday purgatory.
Standing at the center, Vivian had her storm shield shattered repeatedly by the magical bombardment.
Fortunately, Grella had given her numerous defensive magic scrolls, which allowed her to barely hold on amidst the torrential magic attacks.
Even so, the shockwaves generated by the magic inflicted heavy injuries upon Vivian.
Had the healing spell not still been in effect, she would have long since passed out from the pain.
Three minutes later, the rampaging power of the magic scrolls finally began to fade.
The surroundings were reduced to absolute devastation.
Countless barbarian corpses lay strewn about in disorder.
Only a single young man, leaning heavily on a staff that resembled a ritual artifact, looked at Vivian in shock.
Enduring the excruciating pain, Vivian walked step by step toward the man.
"Don't come any closer!" he shouted at Vivian. "Who on earth are you?! Do you know who I am?!"
Without a word, Vivian walked right up to the man, her staff already raised high.
"I am the shaman of the Arokasa tribe! You cannot kill me!" the man screamed in terror.
Under normal circumstances, high and mighty as he was, he would not have deigned to look at Vivian twice.
Yet by now, he was at the end of his tether; to survive the magical bombardment just moments ago, he had exhausted his life's strength.
Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!
If not for that bizarre torch stripping away the barbarian god's blessing, he could have easily crushed this woman before him to death!
The man roared inwardly with fury while a flattering smile bloomed across his face.
"I am here representing the High Shaman to negotiate peace with your empire! Can you bear the consequences if you kill me?!" Seeing the flames reappear on Vivian's body, the man hurriedly pointed out the critical stakes.
He was not lying.
He genuinely had come to negotiate peace with the empire.
Because the northern part of the empire was bogged down in bitter warfare, stability in the south was absolute necessity.
Consequently, Roland VI had dispatched Dylan, the dean of the Magic Academy, to travel to the barbarians and forge peace and amity.
Amos, the High Shaman of the barbarians, had once studied at the Imperial Magic Academy and was a student of Dylan.
"Why did you just send those barbarian soldiers charging into the village?" Vivian's movements paused.
The man's expression froze instantly.
Indulging the soldiers in slaughtering the village had merely been a whim for his own amusement.
In his view, since the empire had already humbled itself to sue for peace, him wiping out a mere village was of no consequence.

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At this thought, a sense of foreboding instantly gripped the man's heart.
Without a moment's hesitation, Vivian swung her staff down toward the man.
As the barbarian shaman attempted to counterattack with his remaining strength, a faint red glow flickered over his body.
He felt his movements become sluggish.
In this moment of life and death, this infinitesimal delay was fatal.
Bang!
Vivian's staff, wreathed in the blazing flames of Body Immolation, crashed heavily onto the barbarian shaman's head.
The surging flames of Body Immolation ensured that even if the target possessed resurrection magic, it could not possibly take effect.
The barbarian shaman died.
He died thoroughly and completely.

Watching all this, Ron touched the bridge of his nose.
Damn...
It seemed he might have accidentally blown things out of proportion...
Never had he imagined that Vivian would be so decisive, directly plunging straight into the enemy camp.
And in the end, she actually hauled away a barbarian shaman.
This fellow had come to negotiate peace with the empire.
To have him bludgeoned to death right here by Vivian—who on earth knows what kind of impact this will have on the unfolding situation!
["You shouldn't have killed him," you stood on Vivian's shoulder, "this is going to bring you a lot of trouble."]
[Vivian tightened her grip on her staff: "What's done is done, there's nothing to regret."]
[When she saw that the enemy genuinely intended to massacre her village, her emotions had indeed slipped out of control.]
["If the barbarians invade because of this, it's the people of the entire borderlands who will suffer," you said slowly.]
[Vivian bit her lip: "If it truly comes to that, I will do everything in my power to save it all, risking my life if I must."]
[Her willpower was exceptionally resolute.]
[She harbored little regret, even in the face of the potential consequences.]
[If she had allowed the village that raised and nurtured her to be wiped out, that would have been her true regret.]
[You smiled: "Perhaps there is another way..."]
[“What is it?” Vivian asked with curiosity.]
[You gazed at the barbarian shaman who died with lingering grievances.]
[“Give the barbarians something else to do, so they won't have the time to invade us.”]
[You spoke in a seductive tone.]