Millennium Witch.

Chapter 102-101- "Black Sword" Ocasio
Considering all the possibilities that might arise in a moment, Yvette glanced at Cromwell and gestured for him to move further away.

Actually, he wasn't in that much danger. After his two underlings died, their identification badges were removed and hung around his neck. As long as Yvette attracted enough attention, no one would notice Cromwell, this unfamiliar newcomer, for a while.

"Oh my God, what a beautiful little girl, where did she come from!"

"No wonder the boss suddenly called us over. Could it be that his treasured items have escaped?"

"So...so beautiful...Boss, if you get tired of playing with it, can you share it with the brothers?"

"I don't know, but I'd be willing to give up five years of my life just to have this experience."

Amidst conversations that were sometimes playful, sometimes amazed, and sometimes lewd, a dozen human traffickers swarmed over, surrounding the silver-haired girl in her elegant black dress.

Having made preparations, the human traffickers here were armed, including but not limited to more powerful runic guns, stun batons, and some melee weapons and clubs for dealing with ordinary people.

But none of them made a move, because at the entrance of the upper stairwell, a burly black man over two meters tall had appeared. He was clearly not a cyborg who had undergone mechanization, but rather one who had taken the rune-based elixir route, and he was covered in a layer of black armor that looked like organic matter, clearly the bio-armor of a Scale-Shedding Creature.

Behind him stood four cyborgs with obvious mechanization modifications, like four ruthless fighting machines, the gun barrels on their arms gleaming with a chilling light.

Upon seeing the silver-haired girl, the black giant's helmet seemed to liquefy, splitting open to reveal a square face. He sneered, "Which mage has graced us with their presence? Why didn't you announce your arrival?"

"Are you 'Black Sword' or 'Dead Eye'?" Yvette asked.

The person was wearing high-quality bio-engineered clothing that easily costs tens of millions on the black market, something that ordinary human traffickers or gangsters could not possess.

If an ordinary person wore such a bio-engineered suit, they might be able to defeat a stage-three elite aberration without taking any damage.

Therefore, it seems that the other party is most likely one of the two highest-ranking individuals here.

“I am ‘Black Sword’ Ocassi.” Ocassi narrowed his eyes. He felt that this female mage was definitely not simple, as she could appear in the “Transfer Center” without anyone noticing. He became slightly more vigilant.

But then I thought, no matter what, the other person is just one person, and this is my territory, so it would be really difficult for anything unexpected to happen.

He immediately said dismissively, "Grab her."

The reason for capturing rather than killing was not only out of curiosity, but also out of pity. After all, this silver-haired girl was a rare find in terms of appearance alone, and with her popular status as a mage, she could easily fetch an astronomical price on certain markets.

It would be nice to keep it for myself.

As he spoke, four cyborgs raised their guns and aimed them at the silver-haired girl, seemingly warning her to give up and not struggle.

The human traffickers around immediately moved closer, trying to pin the silver-haired girl to the ground. Some of them had shifty eyes and probably wanted to take the opportunity to grope her.

Yvette stood still, seemingly oblivious to her impending doom. Meanwhile, Cromwell, hiding nearby and disguised as a human trafficker, screamed inwardly, "I knew it! I knew this would happen! Why did I have to be so reckless and risk my life?"

Just when everyone thought she was about to give up, suddenly, intense lightning and scorching winds appeared out of nowhere and swept away everything around her, as if creating an inescapable storm of thunder and fire in the narrow corridor!

Ocasio's expression changed drastically, and he and the four cyborgs took a few steps back. Thanks to the magical barrier and the fact that they were on the edge of the spell's area-of-effect attack, they were not injured.

But the underlings fared much worse. They didn't have such good defensive equipment. Amidst the flames and lightning, they screamed in agony, as if they had been thrown into an oven. They struggled and collapsed to the ground, turning into charred remains.

A moment later, the heat and thunder dissipated, and the aroma of charred meat, accompanied by a deathly silence, filled the corridor.

Cromwell below was stunned. Given the sheer number of the other side, he thought the nameless lady was about to surrender, but he never expected that she would wipe out all the human traffickers in the room in an instant!
What a terrifying power this is?

Was she really this fierce?
The "Black Sword" Ocasio and the four cyborgs opposite her were also dumbfounded. They all had undergone cybernetic modifications or possessed advanced bio-armor, yet even so, they couldn't have killed so many people so easily... How did she manage to do it?
"Fire! Quickly!" Ocasio shouted in shock and anger as he came to his senses.

A dazzling beam of light shone forth, and countless magical elements converged, transforming into a scorching fire dragon that hurtled towards Yvette. This was a high-purity fire elemental spell, far surpassing ordinary flames. Its temperature was so high that it could completely melt steel, and it also contained pulse effects, making its physical impact formidable.

Four fiery dragons intertwined, covering the spot where the silver-haired girl stood. Theoretically, no carbon-based life form could withstand such high temperatures and impacts, which reassured Ocasio somewhat. However, there was one thing he didn't understand: why didn't she dodge at all, as if she were naturally slow and unresponsive?

Did they not realize it yet?
But soon, a dozen seconds later, as the firelight dissipated, a scene that shocked Ocasio appeared. He saw the silver-haired girl standing there unharmed, not a hair on her head, and not even her clothes were dirty!
How could this be?
However, while everyone was shocked by Yvette's performance, she herself, after taking a hit in the face with fire, felt rather uneasy.

She could have actually dodged, but in that instant, she suddenly felt that it would be too pathetic and lack the demeanor of a master, so she chose to stand still and rely on her crimson armor to take the hit.

The results are in, and she felt it was a huge waste of more than ten points of magic power for no reason.

Was I being a bit too reckless? This isn't something a cautious person should do, is it?

After giving herself a serious internal critique, Yvette adjusted her mindset, abandoned her arrogance, and looked at "Black Sword" Ocasio and the four cyborgs beside him with a more composed gaze.

At this moment, the five people were stunned by Yvette's performance and were unsure whether they should continue fighting or start negotiating a peace talk.

But they just started shooting without even saying a word. Isn't it a bit too late to start peace talks now?

However, before Ocasio could make a decision, the next second he saw the silver-haired girl raise her hand and pull out an elemental blade formed from lightning, which was constantly twisting and deforming, from a runic ring that lit up beside her.

As she made this movement, a strong wind howled through the corridor, and an overwhelming sense of oppression rushed in, making Ocasio feel somewhat breathless.

Of course, Yvette had her reasons for doing this; she wasn't just trying to show off. She was worried that using too much power in her spells would damage the building and endanger the innocent prisoners.

Moreover, she felt that her melee skills were sufficient to deal with these guys, and it would also be a good opportunity to get back into the swing of things, lest she forget the technique after not engaging in melee combat for too long.

Then, she calmly looked at the "Black Sword" Ocasio and the four cyborgs in front of her. Just as she was about to draw her sword, she saw the five of them turn around at the same time and retreat in a panic towards the upstairs.

……

While a fierce battle was raging on the floors below, "Dead Eye" Bryce, the manager of this transfer center, was leisurely smoking a cigarette in his office, scanning the blacked-out surveillance screen with his prosthetic eye that flashed red light.

The transit center they were in was owned by a group called the "Ghost Hand Society" in the border region of the Rustbone Free State. The leader, nicknamed "General," was a very mysterious figure who rarely appeared. However, he had good relations with Fusjiang and many other border city governments, and also cooperated with the Holy Spirit Church. The neighboring New Eden government had organized several secret counter-terrorism operations, all of which were thwarted by them.

In the Ghost Hands organization, Bryce belongs to the second tier in terms of hierarchy, meaning he's a high-ranking executive second only to a general. However, the Ghost Hands organization has many transit centers and fraud parks, so from this perspective, Bryce, as the local supervisor, is just one of many supervisors and doesn't have much access to the core of power.

Bryce casually exhaled a smoke ring, seemingly unconcerned about what was happening at the moment.

He didn't know who the mysterious girl was, but he had observed her closely. She didn't have any equipment and seemed more like a clueless newbie who had wandered in.

With his second-in-command "Black Sword" Ocasio handling it, it should only take a few minutes to take them down.

Bryce trusted Ocasio very much. Although rumors circulated that he was the strongest in the area, he knew that Ocasio was a man of few words. His favorite thing to do was to feign weakness and make others underestimate him, and then suddenly launch an attack, leaving his opponents to only know his true strength before they died.

Bryce thought this guy's personality was really awful, but on the other hand, it could also be interpreted as extreme caution.

This kind of caution in subordinates is undoubtedly a good thing, allowing Bryce to feel completely at ease letting him do anything without worrying about accidents.

After silently smoking for five minutes, Bryce threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it. Hearing the dense footsteps below getting closer and closer to his floor, he guessed that Ocasio's mission should be completed, and a lewd smile appeared on his face.

Although it was just a fleeting glimpse in the previous surveillance footage, he had actually noticed that the girl who broke in was stunningly beautiful and must be a beauty.

He was feeling restless and unable to sleep tonight for some reason, but now that he had a beautiful woman by his side, he should be much happier.

Strangely, the closer the footsteps got, the more he felt that Ocasio and the others were walking in a particularly hurried manner, as if they were running for their lives.

He couldn't help but wonder if this kid was also being controlled by his own mind, which was why he seemed so impatient.

　Publish first, then revise.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)