Re:Zero -Starting Life in Zero

Almost as soon as the roar subsided, a snow-white figure, accompanied by a chilling aura, broke through the air.

Emilia's silver hair fluttered in the wind as she raised her hand towards Petritchus, who was trapped by the wall of light, and softly chanted: "The wicked of the Witch Cult, may you slumber in the extreme cold!"

Parker's figure appeared on her shoulder, and the chill around him instantly surged, turning into countless ice shards that shot towards Petritchius.

Petitchius's frantic struggles suddenly froze, and his bloodshot eyes revealed a look of madness.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment. Strange hoarse sounds escaped his throat, and his gaunt face twitched uncontrollably.

"Demon...witch-sama? Witch-sama!"

He forgot to struggle, forgot to resist, and just stared straight at the face that was exactly like the Witch of Envy, then opened his arms and embraced her.

His chapped lips trembled as he repeatedly murmured, "Favor...this favor is mine alone! I, a lazy believer, will repay your grace with diligence...Des!"

Ding Ding Ding!

Countless sharp icicles pierced his body, and the biting cold penetrated his limbs and bones.

His emaciated body was frozen at a visible speed, and his dark tentacles, like frozen venomous snakes, remained suspended in mid-air before shattering into pieces.

In just a few breaths, the black mist in the sky vanished without a trace, leaving only a lifelike ice sculpture in place. Within the ice sculpture, Petritchius's face was still frozen in a look of madness and resentment, his gaze fixed on the direction where Emilia stood.

Crusch's large army also reported good news; the once densely packed witch cultists had been reduced to corpses lying in a mass.

"Exterminate all believers!"

"Check if there are any remaining fugitives!"

……

"From the north! A dragon-shaped carriage is rushing towards us from the north!"

The sentry's roar shattered the brief calm of the battlefield. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a dragon-shaped chariot billowing black smoke speeding toward the center of the crowd.

The earthen auger pulling the cart had already been whipped raw, its skin torn and bleeding, emitting mournful cries.

The driver, however, paid no heed, wildly cracking the whip, his black robe fluttering in the wind. He was the last surviving member of the witch cult.

Sensing danger, the fire-type micro-sprite immediately warned its master, Julius.

Upon receiving the message from the micro-sprite, Julius's expression immediately changed drastically, and he cried out, "That vehicle is full of fire magic stones! Everyone, retreat!"

If such a large number of fire stones were to explode out of control, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Pfft!

Before he could finish speaking, the cultist driving the car let out a sinister laugh and pulled out a sharp knife, stabbing it hard into the earth dragon's rear end.

Moo!

The earth dragon let out a pitiful wail and its running speed reached its peak.

"For the glory of the Witch Church! For the glorious Archbishop of Sin! The Witch of Envy—Banzai!"

"What are you babbling about? Betty, get him out of here!" Green waved to the back of the room without a care in the world.

"Honestly, you push all the trouble onto Betty. Don't think you can get away with just a few words of praise afterwards."

She muttered to herself, raising her small hand to begin constructing the spell, ancient incantations flowing through the air.

The purplish-black light suddenly surged, transforming into a massive vortex that appeared out of thin air on the path of the speeding dragon chariot.

A chilling suction force emanated from the vortex, causing the surrounding air to surge wildly and even lifting the pebbles on the ground into the air.

The madness on the driver's face froze instantly. He stared in horror at the vortex so close at hand, making a strange hoarse sound in his throat. He tried to rein in the dragon, but found that the reins were already taut by the suction.

"No—impossible! What kind of sorcery is this!"

Before the agonizing screams could even finish, the entire dragon chariot, along with the mournful earth dragon, was swallowed up by the vortex.

"At the very least, we should drag a few people down with us! Hahahaha—"

The witch cultist glared at him, and in the instant before sinking, pulled a fire magic stone from her bosom and threw it toward the center of the crowd before disappearing into the rapidly closing vortex.

sieve!

The fire demon stone had clearly been treated beforehand, flashing a dangerous light in mid-air before crashing down next to the frozen Sloth in the crowd.

"Everyone, get out of the way!"

Green roared, instantly transforming into a beast, and then lifted a huge rock from the ground and covered it up.

boom!

A deafening sound exploded, but fortunately there was only one piece, so the power wasn't that great.

The shockwave, carrying sparks and ice shards, swept across, only overturning the helmets and shields of the surrounding soldiers. A scorched mark was left on the ground, with cracks as fine as a spider web, which barely spread a few feet before stopping.

Green's beast-like body steadily withstood the aftershocks, only being forced back several steps by the shock, the large rock in his hand shattering into several pieces, which fell to the ground in a rustling sound.

"Cough cough, why do I keep getting bombed?"

The battlefield fell silent once more, the smoke and dust slowly settling to reveal the ravaged land.

A red figure descended from the sky and landed beside Green.

Margaret stretched, revealing her fair waistline.

"Hmm... I had a lot of fun today. The air in this world is so fresh and sweet."

"Margaret, how's it going on your end? Did you take him out?"

Green looked at Little Red Riding Hood with anticipation, then raised his hand and made a throat-slitting gesture.

Margaret shrugged and said helplessly, "Haha~ He ran away, and his movements were so comical, it was like he threw himself out."

"Seriously? I just saw you two having a really heart-to-heart talk, and you're running away? Why didn't you press your advantage?"

"Oh--"

Margaret sneered and extended her right hand, bending her thumb and forefinger into a sharp angle.

"Your offering is so meager, how much longer do you expect me to serve you? Sigh... never mind, it's almost time."

Before Margaret could finish speaking, a distorted ripple appeared in the air around her, and the edges of her scarlet robes began to turn transparent, as if being torn apart by an invisible force.

Green's pupils contracted, and he instinctively reached out to grab her wrist, but his fingertips only touched a cold, blurry shadow.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

Margaret looked down at her hand, which was gradually turning into fine sand, a casual smile still on her lips, but her tone had become somewhat playful.

"What's the rush? It's not like it's goodbye forever. Or has our lovely little apostle fallen in love with me at first sight?"

"No, I have many more questions I want to ask you!"

Green was getting anxious, rubbing his temples as he pondered where to begin his question.

Margaret raised her hand to make a shushing gesture again, but this time her face showed no mockery, but rather a tenderness towards her family.

"Don't be impatient, little Grimm. Just like a fairy tale book, you need to turn the pages one by one. Before you leave, I'll give you a little gift."

With that, the girl untied the red robe behind her, and the scarlet cloak slid down her shoulders like flowing flames.

She raised her hand and tossed the cloak in the air, drawing a smooth arc like a red butterfly fluttering its wings, before landing precisely on Green's shoulder.

Green was terrified and struggled frantically.

"Frog Fun, I don't want this human skin!"