Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 64 "The Mystic" and "The Witch of Despair"

The voice had a captivating power, but Bethel felt a strong sense of alarm.

"A witch demigod?" Having followed Truman, Bethel's extraordinary knowledge had transcended the realm of demigods, and he had a relatively deep understanding of various methods, so he immediately guessed the other party's method.

"Shut up!" Such a resentful scolding can be transformed into a charming and endearing coquettish tone, making her undoubtedly a witch.

Bethel stabilized his mental state by "keeping it a secret," trying his best to remain unaffected by the witch's charm.

"Who are you? Why do you have the aura of a teacher on you?" The dreamlike phosphorescence was unique, and Bethel immediately recognized the characteristics of the dark robe.

He silently moved his fingers, releasing his recorded "mind reading" and closely observing every fluctuation in the other person's mind.

"He really is your teacher..." The figure in the puddle seemed to confirm something.

"You're so lucky..." the witch exclaimed.

But Bethel sensed an almost obsessive obsession directed at his teacher!

This witch seems to have something on her mind about her teacher!

Bethel's eyes widened, and even his usually expressionless face began to tense up.

"This is a gift from Him." The sweet voice carried a subtle guidance, and the message it conveyed resonated deeply with Bethel.

"Impossible!" But in an instant, Bethel held firm to his convictions.

He rationally realized that things might not be as he had guessed, and that the other party was merely providing verbal guidance—the power of an "instigator."

"As far as I know, there are quite a few humans who have been favored by their teachers, and you are not the special one." Bethel regained his composure.

Many devout people among mankind have been blessed by dreams, and the saint Hermes was one of those who received the blessing of dreams.

"I am not special, but I can be unique!" The witch's voice carried a certain obsession.

"this……"

Bethel was even a little confused for a moment.

"It's all for the dream!" The witch prayed earnestly, her piety and fervor almost fooling Bethel.

This belief doesn't seem fake.

Bethel calmly considered the situation and responded, "But I didn't sense the slightest bit of faith in your teachings!"

"That leaves only two possibilities: you've betrayed the doctrines of Dream, or you've killed a follower of Dream!"

Either way, it would be enough to make Bethel take action against such a witch.

"Lightning Storm!" Bethel snapped his fingers, and a storm of lightning cleared the area, destroying all the mirror worlds contained in the nearby puddles!

His lightning storm was merely a historical projection, and its power was far less than that of the lightning storm his teacher unleashed against the Elf King.

But at his current level, this is already an extraordinary and deadly move.

"Cough cough!" But as the lightning storm swept everything away, Bethel suddenly felt dizzy and his own spirit was somewhat dulled.

The "disease" of the Witch Path!

Before he launched his attack on the witch, she had already laid out extraordinary pathogens.

The witch loathed his existence and truly wanted to embody the concept of "uniqueness."

Extraordinary pathogens are still effective against demigods, causing their bodies to rot and even their spirituality to become chaotic and their divinity to become unbalanced.

Bethel reached out and made a sweeping motion, and layers upon layers of portals piled up in front of him. The actual distance between him and the invisible enemy did not increase, but it was as if countless times and spaces had been separated.

Countless invisible extraordinary germs permeated the space, but they could no longer infect Bethel.

A phantom book appeared in Bethel's eyes, flipping through pages rapidly before freezing on a particular page.

As an apprentice of the Dream Angel, his "records" are also fantastically constructed, coming from demigods or even angels in the Creator's Kingdom.

"Dragon's Breath!"

It comes from the Dragonpath Sequence 4 "Manipulator".

A colossal dragon shadow appeared behind Bethel, suddenly unleashing a phantom breath of mental energy.

This breath had a wide enough range of effect, and while carrying a powerful mental shock force, it also completely broke through the witch's "invisibility".

A beautiful figure became fully visible to Bethel.

In that instant, Bethel saw the breathtaking curves beneath the dark robe, and those captivating eyes that, even with their fierceness, remained alluring.

This witch's appearance wasn't exactly breathtakingly beautiful; her individual features weren't particularly outstanding, but together they possessed a unique charm, just right.

It happens to be exactly what you like.

No! What am I looking at... this is just the witch's temptation!

Is this the charm of the "Pleasure Witch"?

Bethel was terrified and even unconsciously looked away, which was exactly what the other party wanted.

Countless illusory shadows flashed in the witch's eyes; they were the vengeful spirits she had killed and imprisoned.

These vengeful spirits dissipated one by one, transforming into hidden curses that fell upon Bethel.

Bethel felt an unimaginable pain and despair almost instantly!

Those were the negative emotions these vengeful spirits experienced after enduring unimaginable torment, filled with a despair that threatened to destroy everything, and they wanted to drag Bethel's soul into the abyss.

"You are not worthy to be a follower of the teacher!" Bethel's face turned serious. His mental state was too stable; the despair could not affect him in the slightest.

Under the protection of his dream, he had never even experienced what it meant to be out of control.

The next instant, a pure sunlight shone from his body, purifying all the vengeful spirits, and then he reached out and grabbed again.

"Hidden Space"!

Bethel turned the large area where the witch was located into a spatial pocket or a spatial prison!

The witch was imprisoned.

hum!

The witch's long, flowing hair grew wildly, instantly forming a dense, sprawling net that covered the entire space.

The witch, like a spider, received all the movements in this space.

The direction the wind blows leads to a hidden portal!

Every hidden space must have a "door", but the location of the door depends on the creator's idea.

Bethel immediately set the distance to the person in front of him!

If the witch wants to escape this space, she will have to face his attack directly.

This is Bethel's absolute confidence.

He picked up a virtual book and released the abilities recorded in half of it, throwing it into the divided space.

Lightning storm, raging tidal wave, weakness attack, solar purification...

Bethel completely disregarded the waste of his various abilities, simply throwing away a small portion of what he had accumulated.

He was truly wealthy, completely overwhelming a "witch of pain".

(End of this chapter)