127 The Dance Of Despair [Pt 3]

With a heavy thud, Lucy collapsed to the ground.

Her blood pooled beneath her, causing all the warriors and Adventurers around her to tremble and scream in shock and fear.

"Hehe… I guess I'll handle the rest. You must want to toy with the girl." They heard the Orc-Tortoise demon speak.

He was talking to the Violet-clothed one.

"Ah, yes. I don't care for the other dregs. I'll have my fun with this one."

With this response, her bat-like wings flapped and she descended in Lucy's direction.

The young girl was spasming as her body writhed in pain. Her bloodshot eyes glared in hatred, and her paralyzed body squirmed in agony.

"S-stay away!" The brave Adventurers and the denizens of Lucy's settlement screamed out at the demon, drawing their blades and whatever weapons they had in stock.

"I thought I told you I didn't want to handle these dregs…" Her eyes sharply went to the demon still standing overhead—completely ignoring the brave, yet pathetic, humans who challenged her.