Witch's Embrace

"The Witch's Convent" by DaoistaHADNk

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Boom—!

With a loud bang, Hawthorne, Heidi, Yuta, and all the remaining cultists beside Die were uncontrollably thrown back—!

Bang—!

"Cough, cough…!"

Hawthorne landed heavily, rolling once before finally coming to a stop. He didn't know what level the Thunder Wave was, but in any case, the protective fields of Agathys' Armor and False Life he had cast on himself had been completely depleted, and even the life force gained from purification was nearly gone.

As for her eight personal guards, they were instantly killed by the force of this attack!

Die is still terrifying…

Damn it, why is the efficiency of purification so low!

At this rate, how long will it be until I can purify Selene next time?!

Hawthorne couldn't help but curse inwardly, but now was not the time to complain about the system. He quickly got back up and saw that Die's massive form had already turned and slipped back into her lair, leaving only some residual black mist on the ground to mark her last escape route.

"Andinie, have Cuivis release poison in the lumber yard as well; we absolutely cannot let any humans inside!" he commanded. "Heidi, Yuta, follow me; we're going in!"

Saying this, he quickly cast two protective spells of second-circle level on himself, and his remaining mana instantly dropped to eleven points. Without hesitation, he charged straight into the lumber yard!

At this moment, inside the lumber yard.

Anno and the remaining six investigators were still tightly bound in the corner. Her heart was filled with indignation and regret over her arrogance, incompetence, and rashness.

But upon hearing the violent explosions outside and a series of battle cries, a renewed glimmer of hope ignited within her heart.

Although she didn't know who was fighting these cultists, she prayed, please, hurry and break in, freeing me and my comrades from our restraints so that I can pick up my sword again and fight for justice!

She was praying like this when she suddenly caught a whiff of an indescribable stench.

Instantly, her beautiful brows furrowed tightly.

"What's going on?"

Beside her, a teammate held their breath: "What the hell is that smell?"

"Is someone out there roasting durian? Or making a big pot of herring stew?"

"This smell is irritating to the eyes; what the hell is this?!"

"Someone released poison gas!" another person looked up, seeing the yellow-green gas surging in, and his body began to twist restlessly. "Someone's trying to suffocate us, hold your breath! Ugh—!"

Anno gritted her teeth and encouraged her comrades: "This is definitely someone using poison. Stay strong, my friends, don't let the toxins defeat you; otherwise, we'll be left to the slaughter!"

As she said this, her own face was becoming increasingly distorted, clearly on the brink of collapse!

"I can't hold it anymore!" Finally, an investigator could no longer hold their breath and began to inhale deeply. The yellow-green magical poison mist surged into his mouth and nose, attacking his nerves in a nearly destructive manner!

"Ugh, ugh, ah——————!"

Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer and let out a series of putrid howls amidst the foul Stinking Cloud Technique.

...

Above the lumber yard, a tall, thin figure wearing a black trench coat was silently watching the battlefield below. It was none other than the Demon Spawn Agent, Rigorath, who excelled at repulsiveness.

When he saw Hawthorne unleash two Magic Missiles at once while only being able to cast a first-level spell, his eyes flickered, and he took out a forked branch, making it float before him. He then performed a series of complex hand signs while reciting an obscure incantation.

After struggling for ten minutes, he finally completed the consciousness of the whole prophecy spell, his mind entering a state of clarity, perceiving everything in the unseen realm.

At last, he nodded slowly.

Indeed, it was this unknown human who knew so much that had stolen the Illusionist's Bracers!

His caution wasn't unwarranted; so since that was the case…

"Mr. Kentez," he pulled out a communication stone, activated it, and spoke to the other side, "it's your turn to act."

"The target tonight is a male human mage, approximately one meter seventy tall, with a slender build and white hair."

"He is currently rushing into the interior of this lumber yard, and I require you to spare no effort; you must kill him!"

"Stink? Do you want a clean smell, or do you want to keep your life?!"

"If you don't want your soul to have problems, then hurry up and act!"

After yelling at the other side for a while, Rigorath put away the communication stone, took a deep breath, and calmed the anger in his heart.

However, his expression then twisted somewhat.

"Damn it, it's the Stinking Cloud Technique!" he spat, "Who cast this spell? It's so damn disgusting, harming others and oneself!"

Cursing like this, he quickly elevated his body a bit higher, then covered his mouth and nose with his coat, just barely able to endure it, still frowning as he continued to observe the battlefield below.

...

Die's tentacle limbs moved awkwardly; her massive body had to make more compromises in its exerting organs to accommodate more knowledge. Thus, when she relied solely on her body's tentacle limbs for movement, her speed was pathetically slow—any toddler who had learned to run could easily keep up with her!

However, this was unavoidable. Die's strength was not in movement but rather in her vast knowledge and reserve of magical power.

Under normal circumstances, with her nearly infinite means and powerful casting ability, she could sweep away all the enemies present today even while standing still.

But now, she was not doing well.

One reason was that she had shared too much magical power with her followers, but the most important reason was that she had just suffered a heavy blow!

That milky white light simultaneously ravaged my body and consciousness...

I must, quickly replenish myself...

With this thought in mind, she slowly wriggled back into the lumber yard. Inside, several cultists were still working, having just completed building two new statues. Upon seeing her enter, fervor immediately lit up their faces: "Master!"

"Activate them!" Die commanded. The cultists dared not hesitate and hurriedly recited the incantation she had taught them, causing the two statues to shine with a blue magical glow, an endless array of multicolored magical power flooding into her body.

"Ugh…"

A satisfied moan escaped Die's mouth, and the cultists immediately covered their mouths and noses: "What's that stench… ugh—!"

The expressions of these individuals twisted like demons. Seeing this, Die turned her body, facing the entrance of the lumber yard.

Sure enough, there, three figures stepped in, their hostility unmasked as they charged toward her!

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