Millennium Witch.

Chapter 104-103- Ghost Claw
The violent stream of magical light continued for an unknown period of time, shattering the walls of all the rooms on the top floor. The air was filled with scorching metallic vapor mixed with the smell of burning.

Large precast floor slabs, broken and twisted steel bars, the remains of cannon barrels from the casting unit, and fallen shuttles were all piled up here. Moonlight poured down without obstruction, scattering a layer of silver frost on the tragic ruins.

Beneath a broken concrete slab, tiny pebbles tumbled down.

Bryce, the "Dead Eye," lay here, his face covered in blood and one of his electronic eyes completely extinguished. He had intended to play dead, but upon hearing increasingly close footsteps, he had no choice but to crawl out from under the rubble and look in the direction of the sound.

To his surprise, there was no other person, no federal counter-terrorism team as he had imagined. The only enemy present from beginning to end was the silver-haired girl.

But why is there only one person?

This shouldn't be happening, and it's not scientific!
The moonlight outlined the girl's slender figure, like a silver doll. Bryce's gaze slowly moved upwards, and he saw several runic halos of varying diameters silently rotating above the girl's head, seemingly alive and emitting different colored lights.

His throat bobbed, and he slumped weakly to the ground, feeling as if his worldview was being turned upside down—a mage…a top-tier mage? But how could such a top-tier mage be here? Who exactly is she?!
He immediately searched his memory, but none of the world-renowned masters had the image of this silver-haired, red-eyed beauty. It was as if she had appeared out of nowhere!
"Ahhhhh!" At that moment, a scream came from the side. Bryce looked over and saw that it was another surviving gang leader who had jumped from the 12th floor.

Normally, they can jump down from this spot because they have gliding devices. If any piglet escapes, even a cyborg with an astonishing weight, like an iron man, can use the gliding device to fly down and easily get downstairs.

However, in the recent battle, the best opportunity to escape was missed. The gliding device in the warehouse had already been destroyed. Jumping now would be pure suicide given the cyborg's gravitational acceleration.

"Who are you?" Fear completely overwhelmed the pain. Seeing the silver-haired girl approaching, Bryce said nervously, "This is the general's territory. If you dare to touch me, the general will make sure you die a horrible death! You won't survive in the entire Rusty Bone!"

“General?” Yvette stopped a few meters away from him. “Introduce yourself.”

"In the border region of Rusty Bones, who doesn't know 'General'? He's the leader of the Ghost Hand Society, and no one dares to disobey him! Even if you're strong, you're only one person, while the General can mobilize countless people to deal with you!"

Bryce pleaded desperately, as if grasping at a straw, "Stop now and let me go! I can... I can mediate for you! Otherwise, you won't leave Fusjiang alive!"

"Is that so?" Yvette shook her head and asked calmly, "Then let me ask you, which is more troublesome, the general of the Ghost Hand Society or the large company 'Lin Tui Bio' in the United States of New Eden?"

Bryce paused, thinking that these two things could not be compared. First of all, you have to define the scope of provocation. If the matter is too small, big companies will not bother with you. But if you are really targeted by a big company... then the seriousness of the matter is indeed much more terrifying than being targeted by a general.

“I cut Lintui Bio’s market value by a third, forcing the retired founder ‘Old Cyrus’ to come out and apologize to the public and return to power… Do you think I would dare not provoke your ‘General’ under such circumstances?” Yvette stared at him, then felt it was somewhat unnecessary.

Why explain this to yourself and someone who is about to die?
"Make 'Old Cyrus' apologize? What are you bragging about... huh?" Bryce paused, realizing the other person's identity. His face paled as he said, "Could you be that... ..."

In an instant, a strong sense of powerlessness surged in his heart—no wonder she was so calm! Compared to the furious molted creature, what was his superior, the "General,"?
but……

Can I turn myself in?

Since the other party is a righteous hero, shouldn't they also uphold procedural justice? Wouldn't they allow me to voluntarily accept a court trial? Wouldn't that give me a glimmer of hope...?

With this in mind, Bryce had an idea and decided to try to persuade him from this angle. But before he could even open his mouth, this "righteous hero who should uphold procedural justice" burned his brain with lightning, giving him no chance to continue begging for mercy.

……

After dealing with the supervisor, "Dead Eye" Bryce, Yvette patrolled the floor again, executing the remaining high-ranking human traffickers who had not escaped.

Of course, there were other human traffickers who chose to jump off buildings when things went wrong. During their fall, Yvette appeared to be just watching, but in reality, she kindly and secretly helped them accelerate their fall with wind magic.

So the cyborgs, who had a sliver of hope when they jumped, were now completely smashed into mincemeat and iron discs, a scene that was more than just horrific.

Confirming there was no more life on the top floor, Yvette walked to where the staircase entrance had been. Concrete slabs and metal railings blocked the passage. With a casual wave of her hand, the heavy obstacles were ripped aside by the gale, raising a cloud of dust.

Below her, Cromwell stood on the stairs, looking at her with a mixture of nervousness and confusion.

Because of the intensity of the battle and the numerous aftershocks, he didn't even have the ability to take a look. He stayed on the two lower floors the whole time until the commotion upstairs subsided.

So he had no idea what was happening up there. He only felt that the area above had become a huge battlefield, and apart from worrying about the nameless lady, there was nothing he could do.

Upon seeing the nameless lady emerge unharmed, he breathed a sigh of relief, yet remained utterly shocked. He hadn't expected her to actually defeat "Dead Eye" Bryce and "Black Sword" Ocasio. Perhaps she even took on two, or more!

After all, human traffickers don't care about fairness; they'll definitely attack together.

"Can you wait a moment and let me go up and take a look?" Cromwell asked, both excited and curious.

Because a huge concrete slab blocked the entrance to the building, he had no idea what the top floor looked like. He could only see from the balcony that gravel was constantly rolling down, making a noise as if a dozen households were renovating at the same time.

As an undercover reporter, even though the undercover operation was unsuccessful, the reporter's side still remained.

He plans to film the scene using his implanted AI and, when he writes the article later, try his best to recreate the battle for the readers, so that everyone can feel the strength of Miss Wuming and the sense of security of standing behind her.

“Sure.” Yvette had no objections.

Cromwell expressed his gratitude, then dusted himself off and headed upstairs. But after only a couple of steps, he turned back down with a puzzled expression, looked again at the 12F sign in the stairwell, and made sure he hadn't gone to the wrong place.

But... what about the top floor? Where did the top floor go?
Why is the rooftop the first thing I see when I go up there?

……

Ten minutes later, a shocked and speechless Cromwell came down from the "rooftop".

Although he had been imagining the battle unfolding above while waiting, seeing the actual scene left him speechless for a long time, unsure how to describe it in words—an entire floor had been demolished! A 12-story building had been reduced to 11! Miss Anonymous, are you a mage or a bulldozer? This is outrageous!
Since words are too inadequate, he decided to release pictures and videos directly, leaving the details to the readers' imaginations.

Then, after nodding slightly to the nameless woman waiting in the stairwell, the two began to walk downstairs, intending to meet up with Donnie, Rhys, and the others below, and leave together to seek help from the border bureau.

But after walking for a short while on the dusty and gravelly steps, Cromwell suddenly felt a chilling sensation emanating from all directions.

The next second, the scene before my eyes began to distort and fluctuate violently!
The grayish-white concrete wall, originally covered in stains, suddenly began to writhe and bulge, as if countless parasites were hiding there. He rubbed his eyes and continued looking, only to see bloodshot eyeballs inexplicably squeezing out from the wall plaster, densely packed and layered! They focused their gazes, filled with endless resentment, on the two people descending the stairs!
Cold sweat instantly soaked his back. Cromwell was horrified and had no idea what was going on.

He instinctively looked down and saw countless translucent, water-like hands emerging from the dim shadows around the steps where the nameless woman stood. They silently reached out from the surface of the steps, the edges of the walls, and even the void beneath her feet, grabbing at the nameless woman's ankles, which were encased in long boots.

Cromwell struggled to his feet, trying to open his mouth and shout to warn the nameless lady to watch her feet, but the sound got stuck in his throat and wouldn't come out.

Not only that, he was shocked to find that even his spellcasting had become clumsy. He tried hard to use Water Flame, but the rune rings formed at a snail's pace.

How could this be? Was I haunted? Or was it just a nightmare?
Cromwell was lost in thought when he saw those transparent ghostly claws, like spider silk, wrapped around the nameless lady's boots, pulling and dragging her down into the shadows below, as if trying to drag her into an endless abyss of darkness.

"It's all over..." Cromwell thought in despair. He had never seen anything so bizarre, and for a moment he lost the ability to think. He could only watch helplessly as the nameless lady sank deeper and deeper into the abyss, unable to help her.

but……

Maintaining this feeling of despair, after a while, he gradually began to sense something strange.

Because he noticed that the nameless lady's steps did not falter at all as she descended the stairs.

Her boots rose and fell with ease. Countless transparent arms, wrapped around the boots, stretched and extended to their limits in vain before absolute power, then twisted and deformed, like ants trying to shake a tree, all in vain.

What does this mean? Cromwell wondered blankly.

Then, suddenly, he saw the nameless lady stop walking as if she had finally noticed something, raise her hand, and lightly snap her fingers, throwing a large amount of lightning and fire into a corner in the shadows.

Then, accompanied by a silent yet furious shriek, the scene before him cracked like shattered glass.

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