Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 50 God War
While the two were talking, Badhair and Lilith, who were charging ahead, had already arrived near the Eternal Night Wolf.

There were no false greetings or bluffing threats. Badhair rushed forward dragging the Dusk Greatsword. The blade dragged quickly on the ground, leaving a deep dark red groove.

The giant sword in his hand emitted a dazzling light, as dazzling as the last rays of the setting sun. The darkness quickly faded away in the places illuminated by the red light, and the bodies of the undead creatures quickly became shriveled and weathered. The plants growing in the darkness withered instantly. When Badhair swung the giant sword, the sky seemed to have become decayed.

Although Altaïr knew that the being standing opposite Badheir was only a residual image in his remaining consciousness and not the goddess of night herself, otherwise Altaïr would have lost control because of looking directly at the god. But when Badheir swung his greatsword and slashed directly at the Eternal Night Wolf, Altaïr still broke out in a cold sweat.

Of course, even the demon wolf incarnation in Badhair's impression was not so weak that it could not block this sword.

The giant humanoid wolf suddenly had a huge black sickle in its hand, dotted with bright star-like spots, as if it was a condensed and fixed night sky. The wolf Amanesis swung the sickle with ease and fought with Badhair lightly.

Where the two weapons collided, dusk and night shattered at the same time, and the falling fragments fell to the ground, swallowing up all the living things within the range. The covered living things either aged and decayed in the dusk, or died silently in the darkness.

Exaggerated expressiveness...Altaïr quickly assessed the situation.

Strictly speaking, these two were only images in Badhair's memory, and although their performance was amazing, Altaïr could feel that they were only slightly stronger than Altaïr, who had been blessed by the Holy Symbol and was at the Warrior Path Sequence 5 and had fully digested the potion. However, the damage they caused in his memory was real.

There seem to be some loopholes in the rules of this world. It seems that because of the addition of Vinata and I, the ability levels of the native residents of this world have been locked at the same level as the two of us... This way, at least we are not completely unable to intervene.

Altaïr was thinking of countermeasures in his mind. At this time, the Night Wolf and Badhair had already fought each other thoroughly. The flying fragments of horror that were beyond words smashed into the camps of the two armies with a huge momentum, forcing the ordinary troops of both sides to slow down their offensive and avoid them. This allowed the gray-white river water to spread to the entire battlefield, and finally gathered into a pool of water at the foot of the tree roots where Badhair and the other were fighting fiercely.

The surface of the pool was rippling slightly. As the river water gathered, the color of the pool became darker and darker. Finally, the pool under the feet of the two people turned completely black, like a black gem.

If the previous dusk light stagnated the light and prevented it from flowing, now the pool of water under Badhair and the other man's feet directly absorbed all the light.

Although the two men used reason to judge that the water was actually only waist-deep, when Altaïr accidentally glanced at the spring, he seemed to see a bottomless abyss. The abyss whispered in his ears, making him unable to look away.

Negative emotions arose in Altaïr's mind one after another, making him forget Lilith's instructions and the purpose of himself and Venata, and making him take numb and stiff steps towards the dark river.

In the dark and lightless river, the faces of vengeful spirits appeared one after another, contrary to common sense. They wailed silently, entangled with each other, and used their incomplete bodies to support a huge bone throne, until they were crushed by the heavy bones and the illusory flesh and blood collapsed and disintegrated.

A pale corpse that had been decayed for a long time sat on the throne, draped in a dark black robe. His face was old, and the muscles on his inverted triangle face were strangely pale.

The moment he saw him, Altaïr completely lost control of his body and mechanically and resolutely took steps towards the river. The screams of the vengeful spirits seemed to have become softer. They whispered in Altaïr's ears, persuading him to join them and carry the throne of the great existence together with them.

Just as Altaïr was about to step down from the edge of the tree root and into the deep dark lake, he suddenly felt a rough pull coming from behind him, knocking him to the ground. Then, with a crisp "pa pa pa" sound, a sharp stinging sensation came from his face, making him completely awake.

Vinata, who was beside him, noticed his abnormality at the first moment and took immediate measures. The arsonist's inspiration was not high, and besides, for the level of this light-devouring river, the soul power of Sequence 7 really couldn't save the prey of this river.

However, hunters have a simpler and more effective method.

Physical method.

“Stop, stop, stop!” Seeing that Venata was about to continue, Altaïr quickly raised his hands to protect his face. “I’m back to normal!”

"Tsk, you're back to normal so quickly... I want to fight you a few more times."

Venata stood up from Altaïr with a look of reluctance. "After this beating, the crime of destroying my house will be settled."

"If you like to settle scores later, be careful not to be single for the rest of your life..."

Altaïr stood up from the ground with a hissing breath, his cheeks swollen. "Your hand is quite strong..."

"Then I will use this free meal ticket of yours for the rest of my life, and don't even think about changing your identity and flirting with noble ladies."

Venata said this nonchalantly, but then became serious.

"Let's talk about business. The Mother Goddess said that we need to control Badhair, right? It looks like even if the two of us go up to assist, it's unlikely that we can kill Badhair, let alone control him intact..."

As they spoke, the situation on both sides changed again. Due to the appearance of the black pool, the subordinates of both sides retreated a considerable distance, and Dusk and Night also retreated about one kilometer, leaving behind the huge tree root in the middle. Altaïr and Venata were at the end of the tree root, and the battlefield of the three incarnations of the gods was in the middle of the tree root, about a few hundred meters away.

"No, we still have some solution..."

Altaïr rubbed his bloodshot cheeks, which were gradually returning to normal under the Guardian's healing ability. "Get ready, we're about to attack."

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