Hitman with a Badass System

Eve Voldiguard stood in a village transformed into a grim battlefield on the outskirts of the Kingdom of Kethan. Clutching her battle hammer, from which lightning crackled around both the weapon and her form, she presented an imposing figure. Her dark armor clung to her curves, adorned with a skull engraving on the chest that symbolized her rank in the dark army, while her dark cape billowed menacingly in the wind.

"Take down that evil bitch!"

"Kill her!"

"We need to avenge our comrades!"

These shouts from the opposing army, comprised of hundreds of soldiers in varied armor colors and races, reverberated across the battlefield. Despite their diversity, a unified conviction to kill Eve Voldiguard bound them together.

Most of the army was Noah's Guardians, bolstered by forces from various kingdoms. Noah's diligent efforts to rebuild the Guardian Guild, contrasted with the Dark Lord's preference for shadowy power consolidation, had boosted his ranks significantly. Moreover, the undead army of the dark lord had been notably diminished by attacks from Skyhall's angels and a recent assault by Zariel.

Yet, facing the overwhelming numbers, Eve Voldiguard exhibited neither fear nor hesitation. It was the soldiers' eyes that betrayed fear, intimidated by the prospect of confronting an Immortal-stage cultivator.

"Lady Eve, we've encountered a significant setback on the southern continent. It appears Noah has sabotaged many of our ships, hindering the transport of undead and soldiers. As a result, reinforcements may be delayed or not arrive at all," Azazel's voice communicated through her earpiece. Eve's frown deepened at the news of their diminished support, but her expression remained stoic, undaunted by the looming challenge.

"Seems like I have to deal with them myself," Eve remarked, cracking her neck, mimicking a habit she'd observed in the Dark Lord.

"Be careful, Lady Eve. I will confront Noah, but you must leave as soon as they're dealt with. Lord Elidyr is detecting violent energy fluctuations in the atmosphere, signaling the imminent threat of the hydra entering our realm," Azazel advised, his voice tense as the army before Eve braced to charge.

"Make sure Claire and Saber reach Mazeroth and keep Harry safe. There's more going on here than we understand. Something's off," Eve instructed, dismissing the impending assault with a wave of her hand.

"I share your concerns, Lady Eve. However, without a way to contact the Dark Lord, our only option is to hold the line until he can intervene. Without him, we have no means of killing Noah," Azazel responded with a note of urgency.

But Eve's attention was abruptly drawn to the skies as Skyhall's portals opened, unleashing angels clad in white and gold armor, their metallic and feathery wings beating powerfully behind them.

"Shit, gotta go, Azazel. The angels are here," Eve declared, tightening her grip on her hammer, ready to face the descending celestial forces.

As the leading angel, his face obscured by a helmet adorned with winged feathers, descended upon the battlefield.

"Stand down," He issued a stern command to Eve. Eve couldn't help but snicker at the demand, her confidence unshaken. "Everyone who's asked me that is now lying six feet under," she retorted.

The leading angel let out a chuckle, not surprised by her response. "I was afraid you'd say otherwise," he admitted, acknowledging her fighting spirit.

Without further ado, the angel and his cohorts began to chant, calling forth their powerful spells. "Heaven's Wrath!" the leading angel bellowed, summoning a storm of celestial energy that crackled in the sky above, bolts of divine lightning ready to strike with precision and ferocity.

"Angelic Fury!" another angel called out, causing ethereal blades to materialize from thin air. Each blade gleamed with a holy light and was sharp enough to cut through the very fabric of reality.

The spells unleashed by the angels were catastrophically powerful, each showcasing their prowess as immortal stage cultivators. The battlefield became a spectacle of their powers, with every spell conjured bringing forth an element of chaos and destruction designed to overwhelm Eve.

Yet, despite the calamitous force arrayed against her, Eve stood her ground, her own power flaring in response to the challenge. "Your evil path ends here, bitch!" the leading angel declared, unleashing the tumultuous storm brewing above onto Eve.

"Funny, I wanted to say the same," Eve snickered before propelling herself into the air, her hammer crackling with lightning energy.

Meanwhile, the spell "Angelic Fury" launched blades made of pure celestial energy toward Eve. The spectacle made Noah's army shudder in fear. The Immortal Council's prohibition against battles between immortal beings stemmed from the cataclysmic power such fights could unleash, capable of decimating kingdoms.

The overwhelming pressure of the spells alone suffocated many soldiers, causing them to cough up blood as the very earth beneath them cracked open. Despite this, neither Eve nor the angels showed signs of ceasing their battle.

"You're doing my job for me," Eve roared, witnessing many in Noah's army collapse. She continued to swirl her hammer, creating a powerful wind barrier that deflected the celestial energy blades.

The storm descended upon Eve, her hair wildly fluttering in the tempestuous winds. She felt the crushing pressure of the storm, a force so mighty that anyone below the immortal stage would be obliterated. However, Eve's armor and unwavering resolve protected her, though blood trickled from her nose and mouth, signaling the immense strain of the battle.

"ENOUGH!" Eve roared above the storm, diving down with her hammer crackling with lightning bolts. She unleashed her fury upon the ground, striking with enough force to form a crater, causing the angels to lose their footing. However, the leading angel swiftly fluttered his wings to regain balance, while many in Noah's army were not as fortunate. The shockwave from her impact sent them flying, resulting in numerous casualties.

The angels, mostly caught off guard except for a few like the leading angel, struggled to regroup. Before they could mount a counterattack, Eve hurled her hammer at one of them, interrupting her spellcasting.

"ATTACK HER! GIVE THE ANGELS ALL YOUR SUPPORT!" bellowed one of the guardian generals of Noah's army, rallying the troops to focus their efforts on aiding the celestial beings in their battle against Eve.

Under the generals' orders, Noah's army unleashed their spells and charged at Eve, undaunted by her being an Immortal stage being. The ranks included Fusion Stage warriors and Half Immortals, and though they might not be enough to overwhelm Eve alone, the army supplemented their assault with cannons and trebuchets, all rune-powered, aiming their destructive might at her.

Eve stood resolute, facing the angels and the entire army single-handedly. However, the dark army wouldn't let one of their generals fight alone.

"Lady Eve, Lenora and Trista are on their way. Just hold them off a bit longer," Azazel's voice reassured her through the earpiece.

The promise of support from the two Elder vampires brought a glimmer of reassurance to Eve. Known for their overwhelming power and immunity to magical attacks, Trista and Lenora were not just deadly but also damn overpowered.

"Looking for reinforcements, dear? Don't bother; they're not coming. Your so-called death squad is dead. Noah Winston is going to personally deal with them," taunted the leading angel, causing Eve to frown deeply.

The Death Squad, highly regarded by her friend the Dark Lord, was comprised of vampires each a formidable force. Yet, despite their strength, the reality that Noah was tasked with confronting them dimmed the hope of their victory. Noah's drive for vengeance, fueled by the loss of his wife Alicia and his pet Norvin at the Dark Lord's hands, made him a dangerous adversary.

Besides, Noah was being manipulated by Salesi, who, in turn, was a puppet under Andohr's influence.

"I don't need them to kick your asses," Eve declared, charging at one of the angels to strike with her hammer. As the angel reeled from the blow, she seized him, using his body as a shield against the incoming celestial blade and lightning bolt. The dual attacks struck the angel instead, causing him to cough up blood, while Eve, with brutal efficiency, tore off the metallic wings from his armor and delivered a hammer blow with enough force to crack his skull open.

The sight of an immortal dying, his soul departing, sent shivers down the spines of many onlookers.

"YOU EVIL BITCH!"

"YOU WILL PAY FOR THAT!"

These were the cries of the angels, enraged by the sight of their fallen comrade. Seizing the moment, Eve capitalized on their fury, launching a ferocious counterattack. She swooped down, discharging lightning bolts from her hammer, then seized one of the rune-engraved cannons and ascended back into the sky.

"Eat this!" Eve roared, unleashing the cannon's devastating payload directly at the angels.

The cannon balls erupted from the cannon with rapid succession, the recoil pushing Eve back slightly, causing her aim to waver. Yet, she steadfastly directed the cannon's onslaught toward the angels and the army below. The air was filled with the panicked shouts of the soldiers as they realized the impending doom.

"Fuck! What the hell is that?!"

"We're gonna get blasted to bits!"

"Take cover, you idiots!"

Despite their cries and frantic attempts to find safety, the cannon's barrage was relentless. Soldiers who moments before had been poised to fight were now obliterated, their ranks decimated in a storm of rune-powered artillery fire.

The angels, though not mortal and thus not as easily dispatched by such weapons, were not immune to the cannon's force. Each hit sent them reeling, tumbling through the air by the sheer kinetic force of the explosive impacts. While they couldn't be killed outright by the cannon fire, the impact was enough to throw them off balance and disrupt their aerial formation, giving Eve a tactical advantage in the chaotic battlefield.

Just as Eve regained control after the recoil, an angel exploited the momentary chaos, using a teleportation spell to appear behind her, his weapon raised to deliver a fatal blow. However, before his strike could land, a chakra, seemingly forged from blood, whirled through the air and decapitated him. Blood sprayed in a grim arc as the angel's body plummeted from the sky.

From the dark clouds above, Trista and Lenora descended, their forms radiating deadly beauty. They savored the scent of blood that now permeated the battlefield, their eyes alight with a predatory gleam. With a sardonic twist to her lips, Trista regarded the remaining angels who had momentarily paused in their assault.

"Ganging up on a girl, that's not very angelic of you, angels," Trista remarked. The sudden entrance of the Elder vampires, known for their immense power and immunity to magic, shifted the dynamics of the battle, adding a new layer of threat to the angels' strategy.