I Am Not A Goblin Slayer-Chapter 431 - 258: Rose of the Battlefield

Her signature burly physique appeared, causing adventurers to immediately recognize her.

Seeing her, people couldn’t help but shrink their necks.

At this moment, she was nothing like the powerful and gentle guild leader usually seen with a bright smile.

An oppressive aura as heavy as a mountain spread silently from her center, filling every inch of the hall.

Even though the target of her accumulated anger was not them, the adventurers felt as if they were bound by an invisible force field, making it difficult to breathe and causing their hearts to race.

No one dared to approach her.

In silence, they watched her quietly walk toward the entrance of the Adventurer’s Guild on the ground floor.

Everyone knew the ones causing explosions and chaos outside were about to regret it.

Her palm touched the massive door equipped with protective runes, and soon the protective runes trembled, and the door opened.

After she walked out, the door quickly closed again.

Upon leaving the building, in front of her was the massive guild square.

The originally neatly paved bricks, standing statues symbolizing adventuring spirit and deeds, and the bustling immense square were now in ruins.

It was as if a giant beast had just ravaged it.

In the direction near the Adventurer’s Guild tower, an alarming scorched crater caught the eye, with shattered bricks, stones, and earth turning outwards, emitting a pungent smell of sulfur and smoke.

The surrounding exquisite statues had been destroyed in the explosion’s shockwave, with fragments scattered everywhere.

Further in the distance were terrified civilians, along with Adelle and other top operatives organizing guild members to rescue the injured and resist the perpetrators.

Rachel stood quietly on the square, calmly surveying the wounds across the plaza.

Soon, an assistant beside her handed over a pair of mystical silver fists.

She reached out and put them on.

"No matter who you are, you’ve gone too far this time."

She donned the gauntlet.

The next moment, the ground beneath her feet suddenly collapsed, exploding outward like a giant spiderweb along the land she stood on.

Her body shot out like a cannonball.

In just the blink of an eye, her body broke the sound barrier, crossed hundreds of meters, and arrived at the battle’s core.

"Boom!!!"

A warrior with a fish-scaled head was seized by her, and with a downward smash, his head exploded like a watermelon!

Time seemed to stop.

However, Rachel did not halt her actions.

Her body once again shot forward.

She swiftly closed in on the perpetrators holding some kind of alchemical device!

She skimmed across the ground as if flying low, rapidly sweeping over it.

Upon reaching her target, her body instantly switched from motion to stillness, adopting a perfectly abnormal stance, as the kinetic and potential energy seemingly vanished into thin air.

Her speed was too fast for anyone to even react.

A twisted, excited, grimace remained on her face.

Rachel pointed a finger, even before touching their neck, the neck snapped like a broken wheat stalk, sending a head flying.

"Boom boom boom!"

Time seemed to have hit the play button again.

When those present realized what had happened and turned to observe their surroundings.

They were surprised to find many shadows had disappeared from the open space.

A strong woman wearing gauntlets stood in the central clearing, blood dripped from her fists, splattering on the ground like blooming roses.

"Battlefield Rose, Barefist Rachel!"

In the distance, a man resembling a commander swallowed hard, sweat beaded on his forehead.

Though he knew in advance this was her turf and was mentally prepared, facing such deadly prowess akin to a killing machine still caused his brain to convulse with overwhelming physiological pressure.

More terrifying was.

This murderous maniac turned her head, her expressionless gaze fixed on his location.

"Who sent you?"

Rachel asked.

She felt things today seemed too coincidental.

Her appointment with Gauss for special training today was a spontaneous decision made two days ago, something no one should have known.

And that special training room was her private chamber.

A relatively isolated space from the outside, where the benefit is that it’s hard for outside interference, but the downside is that those inside find it equally difficult to clearly detect external occurrences.

Yet, so coincidentally, they launched an attack on the Adventurer’s Guild during her brief time coaching Gauss.

She judged upon exiting, that the aim of the suicidal attackers was the Adventurer’s Guild building itself, only the tower possessed some defense mechanism that diverted energy to the open plaza in the explosion’s instant.

Is it targeted at the Adventurer’s Guild, or in coordination with the prison riot, or....her thoughts drifted to the training room.

Upon hearing Rachel’s question, the commander shuddered, his face drained of color.

His mouth twitched, trying to utter something harsh, but as the air reached his throat, under Rachel’s cold, unfeeling watch, it was as if he lost the ability to speak, unable to utter a single word.

His peripheral vision glanced at the inside of his wide robe.

Rachel shook her head.

Her body vanished instantly from its original spot, and in an instant, she was in front of the commander.

Her actions surpassed the visual capture limit, appearing as instant teleportation.