Transmigrated to Game World with SSS Wife-Chapter 81: Path of Annihilation—Overwhelmed

[Juliana’s PoV]

Juliana knew that the mansion expanse was quite large. Over the last few days, she had even found several trails that led to long jogs. When she had tried to run around the edge of Amelia’s land, it had taken her almost 11 hours. It was that large.

Just the fields that Ivan now tended–selling his herbs to their first few customers–could hold at least an entire battalion. If she didn’t know better, Juliana would’ve claimed that Amelia’s mansion and its land could house an entire army.

Yet, within minutes the demon squires had completely filled the land.

Juliana sent out her 12th bolt of lightning since the gates of oblivion first opened, killing hundreds of the squires closest to them. Looking overhead, Juliana cursed under her breath as a swirling dark cloud formed once again.

Every time, this cloud contained a new wave of squires. Even if she killed thousands of them at once, she knew that they would simply recuperate their numbers within minutes. The dammed things were like a mix between cockroaches and rabbits with how much they could survive and replace one another.

To make matters worse, Juliana was alone.

Looking back with some foolish hope that her latest display of strength would’ve inspired Amelia at all, she was sorely disappointed to find her as fearful as ever.

In any other circumstance, Juliana knew she would feel bad for the poor girl. One look at her distant eyes showed that she was seeing her own death over and over in her mind. Like Juliana, she had gone through a very near-death situation already, so it was obvious that her vision was practically real.

This wasn’t any other circumstance though. They were really going to die. Enemies were descending from every possible angle, and the only person doing anything was Juliana.

"Dammit! Amelia, Ugyr, do something!"

Her call elicited nothing more than a slow blink from Amelia and a soft laughter from Ugyr.

The dragon girl was somewhere high in the air, watching the struggle between Valkyrie and Demon with nothing more than amusement. It would be a menial task for her to come in and help, but Juliana knew better than to actually expect something like that from her.

No, she was going to be alone in this battle. A perfect warrior stepping up for her king, fighting for survival against an insurmountable enemy.

"Amelia, if you aren’t going to do anything, then just don’t get in my way. Understood?"

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[Amelia’s PoV]

’Don’t get in her way?’

She was really that useless, huh?

But how could she be expected to fight, when the enemy was a species as terrifying as demons?!

Even just Juliana’s lightning had been frightening. As much as she wanted to help, Amelia simply couldn’t. Although she was currently under the defense of her impenetrable armor, Amelia still gripped her shield as tightly as possible until her white knuckles seemed to glow even through steel gauntlets.

Not that such a thing could do much against demons anyway. All of the stories she’d heard throughout her life really didn’t do them any justice. She had been told that they were weapons of mass destruction and that not even survival meant the ability to live.

Even if they didn’t kill someone with their claws, the madness inflicted upon their soul would be more than enough. This madness surpassed even familial bonds if the stories were to be believed.

Amelia shuddered against those nightmares, refusing to venture any further.

The surrounding annihilation was already harsh enough.

Lightning flashed across the meadow like fireworks, lighting the area with sudden blinding flashes before receding against the darkness. They were like sudden bright instances of defiance, a fleeting battle against inevitability.

Even as Juliana did her best to push back the endless horde of demons, Amelia didn’t find any peace or safety in these victories. Reinforcements entered the fray just as quickly as despair struck her heart–a perfect cacophony that could lead to only whimpers.

She almost couldn’t register her shield dropping as visions of the dark yet clear future invaded her mind.

After killing thousands of demons, even someone as fearsome as Juliana would be overrun.

Her screams fused with the sizzling of lightning striking demon flesh in Amelia’s mind. In this certain future, Amelia was watching as an irreversible fire hit Juliana, burning her slowly but surely.

Usual words of defiance from a crude individual turned into the whimpers of a coward like Amelia. In this vision, she saw Juliana feel fear for the first time. And like anyone else, fear overpowered her, completely uncaring of her usual unfaltering courage.

A small tear fell down Amelia’s cheek as she saw her friend and practically mentor reduced to such a state. She didn’t bother wondering what had become of herself, as it was quite obvious. If someone like Juliana had been bested, then Amelia would’ve been long dead.

And it wasn’t like she had much time left either.

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Blood stains lined across her shirt and arms. The scar wounds across her wrist and forearm had become infected and now oozed with yellow pus. Her normally scarlet eyes were now red but for an entirely different reason. This red was of bloodshot eyes, marking someone who was very near to death.

Every breath Juliana took was labored. Clear strain would be evident to someone who was both blind and deaf, as the pain in her soul reverberated amongst the darkness she was now jailed in. Off in the shadows, hidden and yet ever present all the same, were endless demons just waiting for their turn to torture.

A soft laughter erupted from within these shadows. This laughter was clearly distinct from the bloodlusted squeals of the squires and came with an authority that could only come from a bloodknight.

Suddenly, Amelia realized that her vision was far too vivid to simply be caused by her fear. She was really seeing the future, or at least a possible future.

The bloodknight stepped from the shadows, a hulking 11-foot-tall mass of pure madness, apathy, and destruction. Once he was a few feet away from Juliana, he did something Amelia didn’t expect at all.

Instead of ending her right then and there, he kneeled.

Then he turned his head to Amelia, and though his face was completely black from the shadows of his bloodred helm, she could still see him look directly into her soul.

That soft laughter reverberated through the darkness again, chilling Amelia to a level that far surpassed anything mental or spiritual.

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"Don’t be afraid, Valkyrie. Like any other race, I am bound by the curse of mercy."