After going into the sea, I met the witch.

Chapter 93 The Blood Witch, Serena

If someone were nearby, they would see that wisps of something resembling flames emanated from the edges of the three black knights' bodies. However, these flames were as black as ink, and were more like burning shadows than flames.

The spiritual energy of the three black knights continued to rise under this state.

To the great surprise of the three, the Forest of Mingjin, which they had expected to be teeming with monsters, did not encounter any monster attacks after they had ventured in for a full three minutes.

Not to mention monsters, even the chirping of normal animals and insects has vanished without a trace.

The entire forest was eerily quiet, like a gaping maw slowly opening, waiting for the three to walk right into its trap.

This bizarre phenomenon made the already tense nerves of the three people even more strained.

Even though it was bizarre, the three black knights had no intention of backing down.

And so they ventured deeper into the forest, where the normally treacherous Mingjin Forest was now completely unobstructed.

Finally, the three arrived at the deepest part of the Forest of Sound and Gold, at the foot of the dormant volcano.

The Black Knight looked up at the mountain peak.

The starting point of the blood-red full moon is here, which also means that this is the hiding place of the unknown witch.

Beneath the blood moon, a beautiful scene was reflected in the pupils of the Black Knight.

At the summit, a giant wolf, several people tall, sat alone. Its silvery-white fur was streaked with blood-red lines that flowed slowly like fluorescent light.

The blood moon's radiance fell upon the giant wolf, making it appear incomparably revered and noble.

The proud wolf head slowly lowered, its blood-red eyes landing on the three approaching black knights.

In an instant, the two black knights following behind the seated black knight were struck as if by a heavy blow, staggering back more than ten steps. When they stopped and knelt on the ground, blood was dripping from the lower edge of their masks.

Without any spirituality or substantial attack, a mere glance was enough to send the formidable second-tier Black Knight reeling and severely wounded.

The Black Knight of the Seat did not back down. He stood like a solid mountain, facing the giant wolf's gaze directly, his voice extremely heavy: "Third-tier Moon Wolf? No, that's not right!"

"It is still at the second tier, but with the amplification of the Blood Moon, it possesses a rank and combat power comparable to the third tier!"

“Your analysis is correct~” A soft laugh appeared in the ear of the Black Knight, causing his pupils to contract sharply.

The black shadow flames burning around the Black Knight suddenly expanded, instantly forming a giant black torch more than ten meters high.

The trees around them, affected by the black flames, turned into tiny specks of black sand that fell with the wind.

After the "outburst," the Black Knight was clearly panting, indicating that this move had taken a heavy toll on him.

But he dared not relax his gaze for a moment, constantly scanning his surroundings.

However, all that could be seen were ashes from the black fire, with no trace of any enemy.

"The Last Black Knight, huh? Interesting ability, its destructive power is quite astonishing."

The soft laughter returned, and at the same time, the Black Knight suddenly found himself unable to move.

In the blink of an eye, the ground that had been burned black had turned into a blood-red swamp.

The moonlight shimmered, reflecting a mesmerizing glow on the muddy surface.

Countless crimson chains extended from the swamp, binding the Black Knight to the spot, rendering him unable to move.

Not only him, but also the two ordinary black knights in the distance.

A graceful figure walked from the edge of the blood-red mud, each step creating ripples on the surface.

“I am the Blood Witch, Serena Fischl.”

"Unexpected guest, please take your seat and witness the 'performance' I am about to present."

Under the moonlight, the woman raised her slender, jade-like hand and gently touched it.

The next second, the Black Knight and two other Black Knights sank into the blood-red swamp, dragged by their chains.

In the final moment before darkness engulfed his vision, the Black Knight had only one thought in his mind—an extraordinary witch?!

A crimson shadow flashed, and the Blood Witch returned to the mountaintop.

She gently stroked the giant wolf's soft fur and murmured softly:

"Almost there, almost there, the 'lead actor' is about to be in place, just bear with it a little longer..."

The woman's voice was gentle and apologetic.

Moon Wolf lowered his head and gently rubbed against the woman's hand.

……

[Black Rose], Ryan stood in front of the captain's cabin door, his brow furrowed.

As time went by, faint "whispers" reappeared in his ears, and even the protection of the "loot" could not completely dispel the effects of the blood moon.

Even when he stood in the shadows, not facing the crimson moonlight, his "murmurs" only weakened slightly, but were not eradicated.

The intensification of "talking" means that it is impossible to wait and wear down the self until the blood moon disappears.

Because before that, he would fall into "madness".

"No, we must take the initiative to deal with the Blood Moon."

Ryan felt a chill run down his spine.

"Squeak-"

Just then, the door to the captain's cabin opened, and Freyne came out.

Deep blue fluorescence danced around the girl, as if she were leaping with joy.

Beneath the fluffy witch's hat with its blue-to-white gradient, the tassels at the corners of the girl's eyes stood out even more vividly.

The witch tilted her head slightly, looking at the young man carrying a greatsword nearby, and a faint smile appeared on her face: "Mr. Ryan, thank you for your hard work."

"Lady Freyne, you've completed your advancement?" Ryan asked in surprise.

He could sense an intense, almost overwhelming spirituality emanating from the girl, far surpassing his own.

If expressed in terms of data, it would be at least 10.0 or higher!

"Mm." The witch nodded gently, her eyes filled with delight.

After a brief moment of joy, Freya whispered:

“Mr. Ryan, can you feel it? The power of the Blood Moon is gradually increasing.”

Ryan nodded, his expression turning serious: "I heard the 'whispering' again, though faint, it is gradually getting stronger over time."

“Me too.” Frey took a breath and gazed at Ryan. “Mr. Ryan, do you have any suggestions?”

Ryan smiled. "I don't like to sit and wait to die."

"Me too." The same smile appeared on the girl's face.

"Then let's go."

"And what about Miss Cecilia?" Ryan asked, looking at the knight girl following behind Freyne.

Before Frey could speak, the knight girl stepped forward and said in an extremely serious tone, "Let me go with you."

“No, you stay here, Cecilia.” Freyne avoided the girl’s stubborn gaze: “The Black Rose is our last resort. If anything happens here, we’re really doomed.”

"So you need to stay here and protect the Black Rose."

"Of the three of us, you are the only one who has not been affected by the blood moon until now."

Freyne's words caused Ryan to look at Cecilia with surprise.

The Blood Moon had no effect on Cecilia?

Is it because of her special bloodline?

Recalling the mysterious and noble demeanor of the knight girl in the past, Ryan seemed to be deep in thought.

Cecilia was silent for a few seconds, then finally lowered her head: "As you command."

“Well, I’ll leave the Black Rose in your care, Mr. Ryan. Let’s go.” Frey turned around and walked to the edge of the deck.

Ryan followed closely behind, standing shoulder to shoulder with the girl.

The next second, a huge, deep blue energy hand lifted the two of them up and propelled them across the sea toward the distant Whirlpool Islands.

Ryan looked at the seemingly transparent yet tangible giant energy hand beneath his feet, his eyes filled with curiosity and envy.

Although he has become a professional, and even a dual-professional, it is simply impossible for him to do such a thing at present.

"Is it because the power of witches seems to be subject to far fewer 'constraints' than the power of professionals that witches are called heretical powers?"

Ryan pondered to himself.

However, this kind of question was clearly beyond his "knowledge and experience". After thinking about it for a while, he put it aside for the time being and focused his attention on the blood moon in the sky.

"Lady Freyne, can you feel it? The 'whispering' is weakening..."

“Yes.” Frey also noticed this anomaly, her expression solemn: “The Blood Moon is ‘forcing’ living beings to move closer to the center. Although we don’t know the reason why that ‘witch’ is doing this, it can’t be anything good.”

"We must speed things up. If we let the blood moon continue to brew, the consequences will be unimaginable."

Lifted by the giant energy hand, the two soon arrived at the shore.

This is North Island 1.

The once bustling port is now deserted, with only pools of blood under the lights reflecting the tragedy that occurred here not long ago.

Driven by the "blood moon," even ordinary people driven to madness instinctively head towards the center, just to alleviate the chaotic "talking" echoing in their minds.

Seeing this scene, Freya sighed.

……

At the summit of the dormant volcano in the Forest of Roaring Bells, the Blood Witch, leaning against the Moon Wolf, opened her eyes. Her voice rose, filled with obvious elation and joy: "The 'leading actor' is finally about to take his place..."

As the sound faded, the crimson hue dissipated in the wind.

……

North Island 1, at the port.

Ryan and Frey walked side by side toward the Forest of Sounding Gold.