Chapter 88: My Favorite Is Catgirls

A figure dressed in a maid's outfit, but with arms transformed into sharp blades, stood amidst the carnage. The fresh blood had stained her white blades red, and her emotionless, icy face resembled a grime reaper.

The Dragon soldiers inside the tent, already disoriented and unable to resist, scrambled to escape. But even in their sober state, they were no match for 86, who possessed a full B-grade body, let alone in their drunken "alcohol" state.

Like a ghostly assassin, 86 became a proficient killing machine, swiftly reaping the lives of dozens of soldiers within just a few breaths.

By the time Eileen and Renji entered, there were only two living people left in the tent: Gumo, the 'Relic Wielder', and the cat girl slave tied to the wooden stake.

"Hey, hey! Leave some for me!" Eileen, carrying her bloody red greatsword, complained to the maid, who had returned to the young man's side.