The System Sent Me to Breed an All-Female Amazon Tribe-Chapter 210: Claire, the Merciless Executioner

I tried to get a read on them with my ability, once and for all, and it showed me this;

[Eldest Born - Parasite-type Titan] was what dropped for the Demon Queen one.

And every other stat of hers were displaying "nil," like she didn’t factor into the way the system of life worked.

The other five were the same; [Second, Third, Fourth, Fifth, Sixth Born - Parasite-type Titans].

And what the ugly things Isabelle was calling "Fairylynch demons," actually showed as [Children - Parasite-type Titans].

With this, I could conclude that they had always been titans, but maybe a weak breed or something.

So due to aura’s clashing all this while, inside the forest, they sensed great power looming and decided to attack in full forc—

{That is incorrect, Master.}

[Tsk. At least let me finish, Sys. I was going full detective back there. And what is so incorrect about my speculation?]

{Those... Children, especially the six different types, manifested mostly due to your aura which hung on the air like a cloud for sometime. Hastened by Titania’s own burst, it quickly gave rise to those six.}

Huh? S... So I am basically the culprit here?

I kind of gave it a design and structure, then Titania provided the material to build it, is that what you’re saying?

{Affirmative.}

Alright, let’s kill all these guys before someone realizes the truth and it gets complicated!

For some reason, the... "Children" have begun to run wildly to my direction ever since I arrived here.

I doubt it’s to pay any respect to one of their creators.

And it’d be a pain if they would start calling me Master or something. It’d be so awkward to explain to the fairies.

Anyway, Roselyn, Claire, and Clay, among some surprisingly powerful fairies, we’re not letting them get too close to me.

And that was saying something considering these zombie things were thousands.

At least, now that they are aiming for my magic power, none of them were going into the forest again. So a little win I guess.

But wow, Clay and family were really blowing my mind here;

Claire was moving like an action star, swinging a weapon that seemed to change on her will;

One moment, it was a dazzling beautiful sword she mercilessly swung and severed hundreds of Children at once.

The blade—long, slender, and edged with a shimmering violet light—carved through the grey, bubbling bodies in wide, sweeping arcs.

Each clean stroke released sprays of black ichor that burst outward like ruptured water balloons, thick splashes of it splattering across the grass and her own arms in thick, sticky lines.

The monsters didn’t just fall and die; they tore apart in their motion, torsos splitting open with wet, ripping sounds, limbs flying off in slow, tumbling arcs before hitting the ground and immediately beginning to melt back into the mud-like sludge they came from.

The severed pieces twitched once or twice, grey flesh bubbling violently as though trying to crawl back together, then dissolved into steaming puddles that sank into the earth with faint hissing noises.

Claire was like a merciless executioner here!

She had a wonderful agility, spinning and leaping like her body weighed nothing. And with her wings, she decided gravity, turning and twisting in the air.

With every slight movement of hers, Children fell.

Claire twisted mid-air in impossible ways, her body folding at angles no normal person could manage, legs kicking out to propel her higher, then tucking in tight for a rapid spin that brought the blade around in a full 360-degree circle.

Her violet bob whipped around her face like a dark halo as she landed lightly on one foot, only to immediately launch herself forward again in a low slide that took her between two charging monsters.

The sword flashed upward once, then with quick, precise cuts that opened them from groin to crown in vertical lines.

Grey flesh parted like overripe fruit, black fluid gushing out in thick, pressurized jets that painted the air before she was already gone, flipping backward over another wave of them.

Her movements were fluid, almost like a type of dance, but every spin, every leap, and every twist ended with more Children collapsing in pieces, their bubbling bodies bursting open and spilling more of that dark, viscous blood across the torn-up plain.

And before you know it, her weapon would somehow reshape instantly, turning into something else which she just continues to use like an extension of her body.

One heartbeat the sword was long and elegant; the next it shortened into a pair of curved daggers she wielded in reverse grip, spinning them in tight figure-eights that shredded anything that got within arm’s reach.

Then the daggers fused together as she twirled into a long spear she thrust forward with perfect balance, piercing three Children in a straight line and lifting them off the ground before flicking them aside like impaled trash.

The spear dissolved again into a whip-like chain that lashed out in wide circles, wrapping around clusters of the monsters and yanking them together so hard their bodies collided and burst on impact.

Every transformation was seamless, instantaneous, as though the weapon was reading her thoughts and reshaping itself to match exactly what she needed in that split second.

It was beautiful in a horrifying way... elegant destruction, and every motion precise and lethal.

So cool!

And the part where her cute spotted panties flash when she raised her legs too high was stimulating too.

I never hated these supernatural eyes; of mine for seeing from such distance.

And Roselyn, she was every bit the battle crazed woman I remembered fighting about two days ago.

She held no weapon, but her fists and legs were working overtime there!

She was flying like a missile, running and flying, into the monsters, tearing apart those poor Children.

One second she was grounded, the next she launched herself forward with a powerful kick-off that cracked the earth behind her.

She slammed shoulder-first into a cluster of them, the impact sending a shockwave of displaced air that flattened the nearest ones like wet clay.

Then she was among them, her fists blurring in short, brutal hooks and uppercuts that punched straight through grey torsos, pulling out handfuls of bubbling flesh that she discarded without looking.

A knee drove upward into another’s chin, shattering whatever passed for its jaw and sending black ichor spraying in a wide fan.

She grabbed one by the neck with both hands—