Nobody told me this wasn't a game.

The right hand that vanquishes demons, boundless vitality.

In addition, he has a ghostly back.

The three elements work together to form a complete system.

only--

"Are you ready?"

The voice of the war demon was laced with the will to fight.

Melville paused, startled: "Prepare what?"

"Prepare to receive me. I will descend upon you, my priest!"

An unknown force crashed down from above, striking Melville squarely on the top of his head.

A strange power surged through her body, and Melville was shocked to find that she had lost control of her body.

Strands of magic clung to her body, like rising flames, swaying and soaring into the sky.

"?"

"!"

A pungent and malevolent aura filled the entire arena. The hedgehog-headed man's offensive paused, and Helen and the other two glanced at him. Even Hyacinth took a moment to look over.

Simply by standing still, Melville was dazzling and impossible to ignore!

Everyone realized—

She's different now!

"Humph……"

The war demon speaking through Melville's body feels incredibly incongruous.

"Strictly speaking, this is the first time I've fought in the last seven hundred years. This body is not bad, it's just a pity about my opponent..."

It looked around, its gaze finally settling on Helen Hersey's face.

"It's simply not good enough!"

Danger.

Extreme danger!

what happened?

Why does making eye contact with this strange girl feel like staring at a demon?

Helen asked, "Who are you?"

The war demon replied, "Her name is Melville, and she is my priestess. As for my name... you are probably not worthy to know it, Helen Hessey!"

Helen frowned: "You know my name?"

"Of course, of course I know. You are the unwanted child, excluded from the inner circle, and lingering on the fringes of the family."

Melville's smile gradually turned sinister.

She looked down at him and continued, "Helen, no one loves you, no one cares about you, not even your own parents. The root of all this, just as you think, is your brilliant younger brother—what was his name again? I think it was Buck Hersey? He's so talented, you're nothing but dust in his presence!"

"you--"

Helen stared wide-eyed at Melville in disbelief: "How do you know Buck?"

Melville smiled quietly: "I shouldn't know about Buck, should I? The Hersey family is very protective of its core members. Those who are truly talented receive the most meticulous arrangements. They never show their true faces and always use false identities when receiving education and training. If Buck weren't your younger brother, you, a peripheral figure, would never have known that there was such a brilliant genius in the family!"

silence.

The only response to the demons of war is silence.

Melville—

Or rather, the demon of war stands in the center of the wooden stake stage, raising one hand.

It looked at Helen with a mocking expression: "Knowing Buck is a blessing? No, no, it should be a disaster. Helen, you understand your own inadequacy because you have seen true genius! You are filled with regret and distress, you are resentful and unwilling to accept it. Buck cares about you, he considers you an important family member to him, but he doesn't know... what's hidden beneath your gentleness and smile! That's just your disguise!"

Helen's gaze grew increasingly cold, and her body trembled slightly.

The murderous intent in her eyes was tangible, piercing out like a sharp sword.

The war demon, unrestrained, continued, "You hate Buck, you wish he were dead because he's so outstanding. Just standing in his presence makes you feel ashamed! You always wonder why Buck isn't like Needham—an overly divine 'Flourishing One'?"

"what!"

Helen, unable to contain herself any longer, glared at the spiky-haired man and roared, "Needham, forget about the great witch Oz, kill this sharp-tongued bitch first!"

"Wow!"

Needham, the spiky-haired man, received his command and roared as he pounced on the war demon, resembling a fierce tiger!

In response, the demons of war—

There was no wavering whatsoever.

As Needham drew ever closer, it said to Hyacinth, "Hey witch over there, look closely! This Lush One is easier to deal with than you think!"

Drink!

The demons of war never retreat, and they throw their fists in unison.

The two fists collided, locked in a stalemate for a moment. A moment later, the skin and flesh on Needham's right fist spun and peeled away, exposing the pink arm bone to everyone's eyes.

"Ugh-"

The full-force punch from the Ghost Back holder failed to make the graceful Melville, with her snow-white wrists, back even a step.

Instead of backing down, Melville's slender arms contained extraordinary strength, which sent Needham flying and back, and the pulling force even shredded the flesh on Needham's arm into dust!

"This……"

Hyacinth's eyes widened: "This doesn't seem like the brute strength a witch should possess, junior!"

Is Melville still the innocent witch she once was?

of course not!

As a war priestess who is a war demon, Melville has the power to summon war demons to possess him and fight using pure demonic power.

Right now, the demon of war has fully descended.

The stats of the Ghost Back holder are indeed formidable, even comparable to those of dragons, but the one standing here now is a true demon!

In terms of numerical values...

The Grand War Demons, who have existed since the beginning of time and even before the birth of the gods, have never been afraid of anyone.

It is far more powerful than the lush one!

The War Demon controlled Melville's body and cast a spell that Melville had never learned.

It was very talkative. At this moment, it looked at the hyacinth with a suspicious expression and said, "You witch over there, do you know what will happen when an entity is sealed hundreds of times, with hundreds of years following each time?"

"..."

The hyacinth remained silent.

She had no idea what the situation was.

The War Demon continued, "It will become a master of sealing techniques. It will be familiar with the principles and structure of the strongest sealing techniques of its time, and accurately read the development of sealing spells and the characteristics of each era... What I am about to demonstrate is what I consider to be the most exquisite sealing technique. It sealed me for thirteen hundred years. It is absolutely brilliant!"

Its name is 'Dimensional Collapse'!

Not far away, Needham, with his spiky hair, had already stood up.

His powerful vitality had healed his wounds, and his horribly mangled arms were now smooth as new.

The next moment——

A carpet of deep blue silk threads enveloped the four people opposite, casting a square shadow.

"My magic..."

"this?!"

The moment the spell was completed, all the magic power within the shadow area vanished. Helen felt as if she had been punched in the chest, and she was dizzy and had difficulty breathing.

In the nick of time, the tabby cat shouted, "Needham! Tear that magic carpet to shreds!"

That's too late.

The dimensional collapse takes effect extremely quickly; the moment all the mana within its range is drained, the collapse of space begins immediately.

Hyacinth's vision blurred, and in a moment of distraction, she realized that the four people who had just been standing in front of her had suddenly vanished.

Upon closer inspection—

A colorful painting appeared out of nowhere on the muddy ground.

The painting depicts none other than Helen and three others with expressions of astonishment and bewilderment!

Hyacinth turned her head and looked at Melville in astonishment.

"Melville, it's over."

The war demon has been freed from its possession.

It sighed and said, "Just like I said, your body is excellent, and I can control it with ease. The only pity is that the opponent is too weak. Not only does it fail to show my power, but it also makes me look like I'm bullying the weak and taking advantage of the small, which is really undignified!"

Melville did not respond.

She held her forehead, feeling dizzy.

Chapter 267 Upgrading is as easy as drinking water

Hyacinth removed her stump stage and returned to 96511.

She turned to her witch junior: "Melville, are you alright?"

Melville shook his head with difficulty, his face pale: "Senior, I'm fine."

"Oh……"

Hyacinth looked suspicious. After a moment's hesitation, she couldn't contain her curiosity and asked, "What was that just now? Were you possessed by something? Your expression, tone, and way of speaking made you seem like a completely different person."