Infinite Female Martial God's Plan To Be Nurtured

With the impact of huge brilliant arrows, the elemental storm erupted, and a terrifying chaos was seen between heaven and earth. The power of the elements took on unimaginable power, spreading in all directions, engulfing everything in it.

The Sixth Safe Zone was instantly reduced to a storm of chaos and panic. Elemental storms unleash massive waves of air that tore over buildings, vehicles, human corpses, and even entire ground. The blood-red threads disintegrated like entangled snakes, annihilating them in the force of destruction.

The special operators and members of the escort team, unable to resist this powerful force, were blown away by the storm, and their figures churned in the wind, like dolls randomly fiddled with by the force of the storm.

The building fell apart under the ravages of the elemental storm, and the sound of collapse came and went. The once peaceful Sixth Safe Zone turned into a mess in an instant, with corpses, rubble, and wreckage flying everywhere.

The whole scene is filled with an atmosphere of chaos and fear, as if the end has come. In this elemental storm, everything seems so fragile, life is like a fragile reed swallowed by the storm.

When the storm finally subsided, leaving behind a trail of ruins and wreckage, the Sixth Safe Zone no longer existed. What was once a peaceful and harmonious place is now a vestige of destruction.

As the roar of the storm slowly dissipated, revealing a terrifying scene in the original chaos. In this ruin and shattered scene, the dried corpses of many special operators and members of the convoy have been destroyed by the storm, and there is not a single intact corpse. And the best consolation for them is to succeed in avenging them.

Under this elemental storm, only the archer servant was destroyed by the power of the elemental storm, but her life still existed. However, she was not spared because of this, because at this time a terrifying girl appeared.

The girl calls herself Jasmine, and her presence exudes a suffocating aura. She holds a seemingly ordinary filament, but it contains endless malice and power. Jasmine approached the archer step by step, her eyes were full of mockery and contempt and said: [It seems that you are really tenacious~Giggle~] She gently shook the filament in her hand as if playing with a helpless mouse.

The archer struggled to her feet, her body shattered, but her will still strong. She knew she couldn't fall here, or the only remaining Master of the Sixth Vault would be left unprotected.

[You... Who are you?] Although the archer's voice trembled, her eyes revealed doubt, because she couldn't see through the origin and origin of the other party, but she had a power far greater than their real name, the Servant Heroic Spirit.

[I'm Jasmine~ But you don't know me either. The girl replied, a sly smile on her lips and continued: [Actually, it doesn't matter to you who I am, you just need to know that you will be my sister's toy, my sister's collection, my sister's goodbye gift to my sister.]

Jasmine's fingers flicked slightly, and the filament instantly wrapped around the archer's body. The archer couldn't move, and she felt the terrifying power of suppressing her soul coming from the filaments, which was unusually suppressing everything about her, as if it was about to squeeze her life to pieces.

Jasmine began to play with the archers, levitating her body in mid-air before slamming hard to the ground. The archer's body was horribly devastated, but her eyes remained unyielding and angry.

[You... It won't succeed, and we are not for you to humiliate. The archer gritted her teeth and said, her will was unbreakable despite the pain.

Jasmine sneered and continued to torment her, tossing her body around like a toy. The scene is terrifying, and Jasmine's malice and cruelty are unmistakable, as if she is only trying to satisfy her own bad tastes.

In this life-and-death contest, Jasmine is like a demon, and the archer is tormented like the poorest little sheep.

Jasmine seemed to be completely intoxicated with the abuse of the archers, her expression becoming more hideous, and the evil taste in her eyes became more and more obvious. Instead of just controlling the archers with filaments, she began to directly intervene in her nervous system, causing her to feel indescribable pain.

The roars and moans of the archers filled the ruins, but no one could hear her wail, for Jasmine's power had cut her off from the outside world. Her body twisted and trembled under Jasmine's domination, blood gushing from her mouth and nose, and her eyes filled with pain and despair.

Jasmine's methods became more and more despicable, and she began to sow fear and despair in the depths of the archers' hearts. Her consciousness was invaded, torn apart, and then mixed together again in an intolerable chaos. The archer no longer distinguishes between reality and illusion, and she is plunged into a vortex of madness.

[You see~ this is the true face of human nature. Under the pressure of despair, everyone becomes weak and betrays their faith. You're just an exception, but you'll eventually give in. Jasmine's voice was full of malice, and the demon whispered.

The corners of the archer's mouth flashed with disdain, and a mouthful of blood foamed at the other person's face, although her face was no longer bloody, although her body was almost broken, her eyes still firmly whispered: [You are wrong, human nature also includes the strength to hold on to the faith. You can destroy my body, but you can't shake my pride, milky little crumbs!]

Jasmine waved her hand angrily, the filaments tightened, the archer's breathing became more difficult, and her body began to decade. But her eyes remained steadfast, and her faith was more indestructible than any pain.

Increasingly angry, Jasmine did not stop at the harsh abuse of the archers, and she seemed to be content with the pain of torturing others, and every time she raised the filament in her hand, it was accompanied by the archers' wails and pain.

[This is your fate, you weaklings, worthy of being my playthings.] Become my sister's collection, and if you don't put away your poor pride, you'll have to suffer a little more. Jasmine said indifferently, without the slightest pity or humanity in her voice.

She levitated the archer in mid-air, then slammed her to the ground, the archer's body letting out a heart-rending scream. Jasmine seemed to be interested in the sounds, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, and her eyes glinted with a hideous light.

Jasmine didn't stop there, she tore the archer's body to pieces, and then reassembled it again, again and again, like an endless nightmare. She plays with the limits of her life, pushing the souls of archers to the brink of collapse.

The archer's consciousness was blurred in this endless pain, but her persistence and will remained. She knew that if she gave up, she would be betraying her beliefs, her pride and her lost glorious life!