Millennium Witch.

Chapter 36 - 36 - A Double Success

Since the "Rotten-Beaked Vulture" was the target chosen by the Twinblade Demon before the operation began, it immediately and justifiably began to negotiate, demanding that Yvette deal with the "Nightwalker Demon" and the "Mechanical Tyrant" instead of stealing its heads.

This made Yvette's eyebrows furrow involuntarily.

Her total magic power is 644 points. She keeps 100 points for emergencies, leaving her with 544. Considering that she is expected to deal with three stage-three aberrations, including the Nest Master, in this operation, she will receive about 180 points of magic power per kill.

The attack that dealt a heavy blow to the "Rotting Beak Vulture" had already used up nearly 50 points of magic. If those 50 points of magic were redistributed to the Twinblade Demon now, it would be as if the Twinblade Demon had been paid a price...

However, this is a critical moment, and the Twinblade Demon seems rather useless, so she can only put it aside for the time being. She plans to save enough magic power to deal with the Nightwalker Demon and the Mechanical Tyrant, so that she can deal with the yet-to-appear "Sow Queen" and the mysterious source that created the fog.

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While Yvette and the Twinblade Demon were assigning targets, the Mechanical Tyrant and the Nightwalker Demon were not idle either.

The Mechanical Tyrant slightly raised its triangular, speedboat-shaped head, revealing a cannon wrapped in flesh and blood beneath it, which then fired a scorching pillar of flame. The Night Demon, with its heavy, bloated gait, charged forward, revealing a gaping maw large enough to swallow a small car whole, seemingly intent on devouring people and the mud on the ground along with it.

This was actually a great opportunity, especially since these stage-three aberrations weren't very intelligent, about the same as ordinary beasts. Yvette immediately used "Muscle Release" and "Wind Control" to adjust her position, leaping backward to avoid the Night Demon's gaping maw while using it as a human shield to take the fire pillar shot by the Mechanical Tyrant.

Then she combined the Flame Dance and Thunder Fury spells again, blasting them towards the Nightwalker Demon's head. With this pincer attack, accompanied by a terrible howl, the Nightwalker Demon immediately flapped its wings and ran away, seemingly trying to escape.

"It's good that they escaped, it saves me some magic..." Yvette thought, but her joy didn't last long. She saw the night demon, who was halfway through its escape, stop and struggle for a while before turning around and approaching again.

Now Yvette understood. It must be a mandatory command from the Mother Nest, and the price that all aberrations that rely on the Mother Nest to complete their evolution must pay.

This time, however, the returning Night Demon wasn't as foolish as before. It realized that the Mechanical Tyrant beside it wasn't a smart teammate, so it stood far away from the Mechanical Tyrant, opened its huge mouth, and spat out countless black vampire bats, which surged towards Yvette like a dark cloud.

Meanwhile, the mechanical tyrant, showing no remorse for accidentally injuring its comrades, immediately launched its next attack, continuously firing elemental bullets from the cannons in its left and right hands, while the muzzles beneath its body began to glow red, preparing for the next round of flame spray.

Now, standing in the open area, Yvette could no longer quickly entice the two to harm each other. After briefly calculating the mana consumption, she summoned a dense circle of runes beside her once more.

Frost bullets, wind blades, fire serpents, lightning—a dazzling array of magical spells erupted from the runic ring, colliding with the oncoming flames, elemental bullets, and vampire bats.

Various vibrant magical particles burst and annihilated in the field, almost turning this place into a colorful ocean of elements.

Not far away, the Twinblade Demon and the Rotting-Beaked Vulture were still entangled together. The Twinblade Demon used its speed advantage to keep circling and teasing the Rotting-Beaked Vulture, playing with it like a cat, and was having a great time.

However, after this dazzling elemental storm appeared, both sides stopped moving at the same time. A pair of compound eyes, two vulture heads, and a charred vulture head all stared at the center of the battlefield, as if they had completely forgotten each other's existence.

After a while, seeing that the silver-haired girl's firepower was even stronger and more powerful, and that she was about to secure the victory, the Corrupted Beak Vulture turned around and ran away. The Twin-Blade Demon also immediately gave chase. The two sides rushed into the thick fog one after the other and disappeared without a trace.

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A grayish-white hue pervades the landscape, like the perpetual mist in the mythical River Styx. Here, the blazing sun, blue sky, and white clouds are nowhere to be seen; only damp, icy air is inhaled, making one feel as if transported back to a harsh winter with howling winds and snow.

As Rosalind gripped the hilt of the alloy battle blade, she felt her arms tremble slightly. This was the first time she had faced a truly powerful enemy since she began her magical training six years ago, especially in such a bizarre environment. This inevitably made her heart race, and she even had thoughts of retreating.

Why was she so unlucky? she thought in frustration. If it were the "Rotten-Beaked Vulture" or even the "Mechanical Tyrant," she wouldn't be so afraid.

But the "Shepherd Sheep" was truly terrifying, lurking in the mist, constantly gnawing at you with bloody human heads—it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a ghost story. She had become desensitized to the ugliness of the mutants, but she still remained resistant to ghosts and spirits.

Fortunately, her swordsmanship was already exceptionally skilled, which allowed her to react quickly and slash off an opponent's head every time she was attacked.

This can't go on forever; it's too passive, and I'll get hurt sooner or later... Thinking of this, Rosalyn decided to try using Wind Chaser to disperse the surrounding mist. Unlike her teacher, she only had 81 points of magic power. To maintain the effects of the "Crimson Armor" and "Muscle Unlimited" spells, she didn't have much spare magic power left. She had to be very careful with her magic power each time, because wasting it would be a huge loss in terms of combat strength.

Instead of using it immediately, she patiently waited, looking for the moment when the shepherd sheep would reappear.

Through several observations, she discovered that the direction from which the human head flew was not necessarily where the shepherd sheep was. Sometimes it would even place the human head on Rosalind's head and then suddenly bite it off, which startled her and made her think that her hair was about to be ripped out.

The only chance would be the moment the footsteps stopped, like... right now! Rosalyn's eyes widened, her blade wreathed in azure light. She charged forward, drawing her sword and slashing out a crescent-shaped wind blade that shattered the mist ahead. But surprisingly, the path revealed in that direction was completely empty.

Rosalyn was taken aback for a moment, but then she sensed the strange noises coming from above.

She looked up abruptly and saw that somewhere above, the goat-headed monster was using its humanoid hands and feet to grab a thick, purplish-red branch above its head, hanging there and watching her! A chilling smile spread across its goat-like face, and then it suddenly released its grip, plummeting down like a meteorite to grab her!
Even more terrifying, its shriveled abdomen suddenly split open to both sides, and dozens of ferocious, screaming human faces poured out wildly, like the gates of hell opening, spewing out endless resentment and despair, threatening to completely devour her.

Oh no… Rosalyn felt her mind go blank, and all that was left to take over her body was the fighting instincts she had accumulated over the past three years.

Without using any extra magic to aid her in the battle, she relied on her muscle instincts to dodge the shepherd sheep's slap that fell from the sky, just as she had dodged countless attacks from aberrant mutants.

Then, still relying on instinct, he swung his blade, forgetting to activate "high-frequency oscillation" and "high-voltage current," and using only the most basic enhancement technique, "muscle release," he unleashed countless blades, severing countless heads.

Moreover, the Shepherd Sheep didn't seem to be good at close combat. Although it was powerful, its movements were as slow as if it were on 0.5x speed, extremely sluggish, even slower than some low-level mutant creatures that only knew how to use despicable sneak attacks—such as the Twinblade Demon. So, she easily dodged the Shepherd Sheep's heavy punch, then drew her sword and slashed back, slashing back and forth...

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, when she finally came to her senses, gripping the knife hilt and panting, the terrifying monster's body had been chopped into countless pieces of flesh, its death exceptionally gruesome. The sheep's head lay nearby, its expression shrill and its eyes filled with terror, suggesting it had suffered immense, inhuman torture before its death.

She stood amidst the sticky, dismembered corpses, resembling a blood-soaked, deranged teenage serial killer.

After a moment of stunned silence, the blonde girl, realizing that the enemy was dead, finally breathed a sigh of relief, wiping the blood from her face while unable to suppress a smile.

"It will definitely surprise the teacher..." she thought happily.

(End of this chapter)