The Exiled Lord: My Maid is a Battle Goddess-Chapter 84: Overwhelming superiority

"Just a mere Tier-One Divine Chosen daring to sneak in here... You truly don’t know how to spell the word death. I can’t even be bothered to act personally."

Florine chuckled softly, then clapped her hands in a bewitching manner. "Divine Chosen Guard, heed my command."

Phield instinctively stepped back, slowly withdrawing from the battlefield while keeping his eyes fixed on every movement of the catgirl.

"Divine Chosen Guard... interesting."

The so-called Divine Chosen Guard was a special troop type granted to a lord through their contracted Divine Chosen.

Just like how Ashina had provided him with fifty Tier-One Wolf Rider slots—but without giant wolves, he couldn’t appoint them. As for someone as well-established as Simon, such an awkward situation clearly wouldn’t happen.

"Don’t move! Otherwise I’ll slit his throat!"

Sylvia shouted a threat, but Florine remained unmoved, not even blinking.

Phield shook his head as well.

Such childish threats could never scare anyone.

In fact, Phield thought the cat-eared Demei-humans’ assassination attempt was practically a farce. They seemed completely unaware of the situation within the manor—unaware they were facing a Tier-Three Divine Chosen, unaware of whether Simon possessed life-saving measures—and yet they charged in recklessly.

The only surprising thing was Sylvia’s courage. She had hidden under the table, yet hadn’t immediately stabbed Simon.

"She probably wanted to kidnap him rather than kill him on the spot."

"But either way... it’s pure suicide."

Phield rubbed his brow. Underestimating humanity—one of the world’s dominant powers—only led to slaughter and annihilation. And history had proven it time and again; without powerful empires, many Demei-human tribes had been massacred or enslaved.

In the next moment, a brown-scaled lizardman wearing mage robes seemed to appear out of thin air, stepping out from behind Florine.

After an extremely rapid chant, the lizardman mage pointed his staff. "Phase."

Simon’s round body immediately turned blurry, transforming into an indistinct phantom. He passed straight through Sylvia’s arm and casually walked away.

"Not good!"

Sylvia’s pupils widened. She thrust her dagger forward at once, only to find it slicing through empty air—she couldn’t strike the phased Simon at all. Panic spread across her face at a visible pace.

Even Phield could clearly hear the rapid pounding of her heart.

"Hahaha." Simon laughed loudly as he strolled back to Florine’s side. "Well done, Florine, very well done! Now kill them all. Oh, and leave the Demei-human Divine Chosen alive—her fresh flesh will be valuable... and delicious."

"Of course, my dear Simon."

Florine licked her lips. "Come out, children. Crush my enemies."

Thud, thud—

Amid heavy footsteps, a swarm of grotesque creatures emerged from the surrounding corridors of the hall.

Two-headed ogres, swamp lizardmen, gnome spearmen, even green-skinned berserk orcs. Yet unlike their normal forms, each bore a simplified mark of the Love God upon their bodies—clearly the unique emblem of the Divine Chosen Guard.

"These monsters... look nothing like what the bestiary described."

Phield observed each carefully. The swamp lizardmen, for instance, had four arms—holding a kite shield, a longsword, a flail, and a spear. The green-skinned berserk orcs even had twisted spider-like claws growing from their backs, making them look terrifying.

"Does the Divine Chosen Guard alter a creature’s physiology?" Phield wondered.

"Fight the humans!"

"Avenge our kin!"

The Demei-humans charged forward at once.

At the front, the gnomes suddenly hurled their spears. With fierce whistling sounds, three cat-eared Demei-humans were instantly impaled, their bodies flung backward and nailed to the wall behind them.

"Encircle them!" The monsters looked brutish, yet their coordination was flawless.

After throwing their spears, the gnomes immediately raised shields and leveled their weapons, forming a hollow circular formation that surrounded the cat-eared Demei-humans. Then the heavily armored lizardmen leapt into the battlefield from behind the gnomes, their eyes blazing with ferocity.

A tide of swamp lizardmen surged forward like armored tanks.

Clang, clang—

The cat-eared Demei-humans fought fearlessly, gritting their teeth as they raised their slender pale arms, trying to break through with short weapons. Daggers and rapiers struck desperately—but this wasn’t a staged performance.

Light armor was fragile as paper, yet heavy armor couldn’t simply be sliced apart like folded sheets.

After a series of sharp sounds, the heavily armored lizardmen remained completely unmoved. Not even a scratch appeared on their plating.

With brutal simplicity, the lizardmen raised their great cleavers and swept wildly. The sounds of tearing flesh mixed with screams and sprays of blood as the assassins were cut down in waves.

Then another slash. And another.

Filthy blood splattered across the luxurious floor with every swing.

In less than a minute, the once-fierce cat-eared Demei-humans were reduced to scattered pieces.

Only Sylvia—the cat-eared Divine Chosen—remained, gasping heavily as she relied on divine power to barely fend off attacks with her dagger.

"Tch... an assassin-type Divine Chosen. Her frontal combat ability is really weak. She’ll probably hold out a bit longer before losing."

Phield quickly saw through the situation. Forget assassinating Simon—even if she came for him, Rosalia or Ashina could easily handle her if she failed to kill in a single strike.

Florine and Simon approached with wine glasses in hand, both smiling as if the bloody scene meant nothing.

"Please don’t let this little disturbance ruin the mood."

"Of course." Phield accepted the offered glass and raised it politely. What he thought instead was that he needed to grow stronger quickly—the strength of an established baron was terrifying.

Those stationed at the empire’s borders were all ruthless figures.

Under the assault of three lizardmen, Sylvia’s movements grew increasingly sluggish.

"Divine Skill—Shadow Strike!"

At the critical moment, as blades came crashing down from multiple directions, Sylvia’s divine power rippled. Her body seemed to melt, transforming into a pool of shadow that darted swiftly across the floor, bypassing the monsters’ blockade.

The shadow rushed toward Simon. Sylvia burst out from the darkness, black energy swirling around her dagger, the divine power condensing into a terrifying edge.

A strike from that dagger would definitely not be pleasant.

"Oh? Not bad." Florine remarked in mild surprise, then took a casual sip of wine. "But useless."

"Tier-Three Magic—Aurora Barrier!"

The lizardman mage cast swiftly, erecting a barrier across the ground.

Bang—

A pained groan escaped Sylvia’s throat as her head slammed hard into the suddenly appearing magical barrier.

Before she could even land, a green-skinned berserk orc swung its spiked club violently. With a sickening thud of flesh being struck, Sylvia was smashed away like a beautiful rag doll.