Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 52 Mother and Son
The goddess of night failed to block the sword?
Yes, but that's because it's not necessary!

At the moment when Badhair jumped up, the two arms at his waist quietly raised up, holding a crimson moon in his hands, emitting a soft light. Before Badhair cut down, he was quietly pulled into the dream created by him.

She is the goddess of night, the queen of disaster and fear, the lord of sleep and silence!
Badhair's giant sword slashed fiercely at the place where the Goddess of Night was originally located. However, there was nothing there, so this horrific blow only made the huge tree root that was half hanging in the air and hanging the dried corpse groan under the heavy burden, but there was no actual result.

The goddess once again raised her arm covered with black wolf hair, allowing the light of nightmare to cover the motionless god of war.

In the dream that only the God of War could perceive, the distant starry sky suddenly exploded, and unspeakable madness and chaos poured out from the gap of the explosion, filling the entire dream like pus from a sore. All places stained by that colorful and illusory pus were rotten, rotten at the conceptual level.

The goddess used dreams to directly inject a small amount of pollution from the distant starry sky, which he usually concealed using his power, into the dreams of the God of War!

Badhair let out an inhuman roar, and the dusk armor on his body exploded, spreading the impact like a mountain collapsing. The goddess only created the feeling of pollution, not the real pollution of the starry sky, otherwise He Himself would have been corroded. But because of this, as long as the goddess' dream was interrupted, this influence could be stopped.

Therefore, Badhair ignored the rot and mildew that were spreading rapidly on his body, and released the energy of dusk with all his strength, blasting the contaminated rotten flesh and blood all around, forcing the goddess to be distracted to defend herself.

However, this shock wave became the final shovel of dirt on His grave.

After two full-force attacks from the aliens of this world, Venata and Altaïr, and a recoil from the running flames, and then the goddess's death power and Badhair's Dawn Greatsword, the huge root system finally couldn't hold on and collapsed with a rumbling sound. Badhair, who hadn't fully recovered from the dream, fell straight into the black pool of water below.

The tree root fell into the pool first, and even though it was much larger than the pool, it did not create even a splash. It sank into the bottomless pool along with the shriveled corpse hanging below it, becoming the cornerstone of the pale throne.

Perhaps it was the sound of a heavy object falling into the lake that woke Badhair up. Before he fell into the water, he suddenly opened his eyes, felt the bottomless abyss beneath him, and heard the screams of the undead, either tempting or threatening.

At this time, his thinking ability had not yet recovered from the previous virtual pollution. He had an instinctive fear of the lake water beneath him that symbolized tranquility and death. The only thing he had time to do was to stretch out a hand in the direction of the light above his head in confusion, like a newborn baby.

He did catch one thing.

A wooden staff decorated with flowers and ears of grain.

Since the spirituality here had been dispersed a lot by the impact just now, the spiritual perception he usually used was not very effective. He could only vaguely feel that there was a warm feeling coming from the spirit of the person above that he had not experienced for a long time.

He opened his eyes with some effort, the pair of eyes that he had never relied on because they were easily deceived by illusions.

In the light of dusk, he vaguely saw a smiling, plump woman lying on the broken tree trunk without caring about her image. The wooden stick in her hand was stretched out, fixing her body several meters away from the terrifying abyss.

"Mother?"

He spoke the giant word with difficulty in his decayed throat. He felt that the word was so familiar and yet so strange.

Then, he saw something crystal-clear flash in the woman's eyes, and then it became resolute.

The person on the other end of the stick loosened his grip.

Badhair fell into the pool with a confused and nostalgic expression. He did not sink into the abyss like the others. The water seemed to be only slightly higher than his height. He floated in the water with his hands outstretched. Unlike the calmness of the pale emperor, his expression was still confused, as confused as a newborn baby.

The Dusk Giants' camp collapsed the moment Badhair sank into the dark waters. Originally a reflection of Badhair's consciousness in this world, they no longer had the power to absorb the Dusk after Badhair's consciousness fell asleep, and slowly merged into the light of the Dusk.

The goddess of night raised the red moon ornament, making it emit a crimson glow. The eternal dusk of the Kingdom of Dusk finally dimmed, and the awakened dead returned to dust. Then, her shadow handed the red moon to Lilith, and then disappeared from the earth as if it had been erased by an eraser.

The brown elves did not disperse, they were not a gathering of consciousness, but a race created by the Earth Mother, the true incarnation of God, and the only real inhabitants of this false world. They cried sadly on the land soaked in the blood of their compatriots, singing songs in the elven language that shook people's hearts.

"You guys did a great job."

Lilith had regained her dignified demeanor by this time and turned to face Altaïr and the other man.

"Badhair's consciousness will be preserved in this lake, and it is expected to be fully restored in about a month. You can tell the nun about this in exchange for your reward. Larion is currently under our custody in the Mother Goddess Church, so there is no need to worry about related issues."

"The complete process that takes place here needs to be kept secret. However, you can tell the organization that the pendulum belongs to that information."

Lilith bent down, because the size difference between the two was too great, only in this way could She reach Altaïr. She took the Blood-Drawing Machine from Altaïr's hand, released a stream of blood-red light, and merged into the Blood-Drawing Machine.

"You have lost a magical item, and I will give you some additional compensation. As for the specific effect, you can use the pendulum to divine after you get out. In addition, when you have the opportunity to trade with the gentleman codenamed "Moon" in your organization, holding this sword will have unexpected effects."

Lilith patted the shoulder of Venata, who was trembling with excitement at seeing the god she believed in, and turned away.

"Now get out of here...let me stay with Badhair for a while."

(End of this chapter)