Millennium Witch

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.

Chapter 37 Backstab

After an unknown amount of time, as the colorful magical particles returned to the void, what came into Yvette's view were the mangled and charred corpses of the "Mechanical Tyrant" and the "Nightwalker Demon."

After landing from the air, she checked the remaining magic power in her body and found that she only had about 377 points left. If she set 100 points of magic power as an untouchable red line, then she would have 277 points of free magic power left to distribute. This might not be enough to fight the Nest Lord "William Queen" and the mysterious mist maker.

Fortunately, there are still supplies available.

She walked to the corpse of the "Night Demon," whose head had been blasted apart, drew her alloy battle blade, and awkwardly began to operate it. With the help of the Wind Chaser, she finally managed to dig out a magic core from the corpse's charred abdomen after a long time.

However, after absorbing the magic, she couldn't help but frown, thinking that the energy in the magic core was too little, only a little over 20 points, which was barely enough to fill a tooth gap.

It must be the Night Demon's unused magic power during the battle... which also proves that its ability to summon bats is a magic-consuming spell... she thought.

Therefore, each of the three-stage aberrations should possess at least one special technique; otherwise, the magic core would be wasted.

that……

What special spell does the Twin-Edged Demon possess? Speed ​​enhancement?

Without dwelling on that, she turned and began searching for the Mechanical Tyrant's magic core. Unfortunately, the Mechanical Tyrant hadn't reached the third stage and didn't have a magic core. However, among the pile of broken metal, there were quite a few recyclable items, such as some functional modules of the magic cannon. She decided to come back and examine them carefully after everything was over.

After looting the corpses, she summoned a pillar of fire to incinerate the two mutated corpses. Once she had finished cleaning up, she took off her magical skateboard and took off again, speeding into the depths of the fog.

……

The last leg of the journey took about half an hour.

It's clear that the creator of the fog is very reluctant to let the intruders find their location and has been constantly adjusting their path planning. However, Yvette happens to be a rune hacker. Even if she can't interfere with the operation of the magic circle, she can still find clues through spell analysis and identify the correct route forward.

Finally, breaking through a gray area so thick with fog that it was almost tangible, Yvette's eyes were suddenly opened to a strangely empty space.

The earth was completely covered by a writhing, purplish-red carpet of flesh, forming a perfectly round island several hundred meters in diameter, surrounded by endless thick fog.

Although the mother nest was not visible, the pulsating flesh and blood on the ground indicated that it must be nearby.

Besides this, in the very center of this area dwells an even more bizarre entity—a pale, gelatinous mass of flesh with its upper body drooping down, waving dozens of thin, wriggling red and white tentacles like intestines, like a terrifying jellyfish that has crawled out of the depths of a nightmare into reality.

After Yvette appeared, a hideous maw filled with sharp teeth split open in the center of the fleshy mass, causing the surrounding mist to boil and churn, as if sensing some kind of tension.

Is this the "Mist Beast"?

Runic rings appeared around Yvette, and countless elemental strikes transformed into dazzling streams of light, bombarding her.

But the jellyfish mist beast was no simple creature either. Using its tentacles as feet, it moved swiftly across the ground like a nimble cockroach, narrowly dodging Yvette's magical bombardment, and even lashing out with a few tentacles as a counterattack.

In this series of evasive maneuvers and counterattacks, Yvette discovered that this jellyfish-like mist beast was far more troublesome than the "Mechanical Tyrant" and the "Nightwalker Demon." It was adept at dodging, causing many of her spells to miss, unlike the previous two Mother Nest Guardians who simply stood still and exchanged blows, dying if they couldn't win, showing no fear whatsoever.

What's even more troublesome is that at this moment, a large number of low-level aberrations, numbering over a hundred, emerged from the fog. These aberrations did not resemble woodlice, but rather each had its own unique appearance, seemingly the last guardians around the mother nest.

The army of woodlice outside is probably rushing back, so we can't waste any more time... Yvette bowed slightly, then her body was surrounded by azure air currents, and she charged towards the jellyfish mist beast like a cannonball.

She certainly wasn't going to draw her sword and engage in close combat like Rosalyn; that wasn't her area of ​​expertise. Her only goal in closing the distance was to increase the accuracy of her spell and shove the rune ring into this guy's mouth!

In the blink of an eye, before the jellyfish could react, she had summoned a large number of runic rings to within arm's reach. Crimson tentacles lashed out from all directions, but failed to break through the crimson armor's defenses.

The next second, magic roared, and the four elements of ice, fire, wind, and thunder intertwined like a blooming rainbow! The jellyfish mist beast, unable to escape the attack range in time, had half of its head blasted off, and collapsed to the ground, turning into a twitching mass of charred, mangled flesh.

Seeing the jellyfish-like beast almost instantly killed, Yvette showed no emotion. So far, there wasn't a single stage-three aberration's defense she couldn't break; with a little more magic power, the result wouldn't be surprising.

Then, while clearing away the low-level aberrations around her, she turned her gaze into the depths of the fog.

At this moment, the thick fog surrounding this core area, like a giant curtain being rapidly pulled away by an invisible hand, began to dissipate and recede over a large area at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the distance, on a clearing covered in blood and flesh, as the mist dissipated, a massive, mountain-like maternal nest of blood and flesh was finally exposed to the dazzling sunlight.

Surprisingly, the Rotting-Beaked Vulture, which should have gone missing, is now guarding the mother nest. Half of its body is charred black, and its cloudy eyes have become clearer, but also filled with obvious fear. It has most likely been forcibly ordered back by the mother nest.

Yvette glanced at it briefly before looking away and turning her gaze toward the mother nest.

Unlike the one in Grey Harbor City, this mother nest in the Corrupted Forest was much larger and more bloated. Its enormous body, far exceeding the proportions of a typical nest, resembled a giant, pulsating heart of flesh exposed on the ground. Beneath the translucent, tough membrane, she saw a giant insect body, its upper body resembling that of a human female but its lower body covered by a hard shell, sleeping within.

This must be the nest leader, the "William Queen".

Defeating the jellyfish mist beast used over 100 mana points. After other mana expenditures, there are about 260 mana points remaining...

She started calculating in her mind, and then she saw the Rotting-Beaked Vulture suddenly rush towards her, shrieking and spewing green acid haphazardly, like a mad, delirious three-headed dragon.

Half a minute later, watching the corpse of the Rotting-Beaked Vulture slowly fall, Yvette recalculated and found that she still had a little over 200 magic points left.

should be enough.

At this moment, clearly not wanting to sit idly by and wait for death, the dormant wasopod queen in the mother nest suddenly opened her six scarlet eyes on her anthropomorphic female face.

She tore open the membrane, and the insect's four-story-high body struggled to break free from the hatching chamber, crashing onto the bloody ground with a thud.

At the same time, Yvette noticed the abdomen of her female half-body, where two huge insect-like limbs protruded outwards, ending in a large, bony scythe-like blade with a thick, metallic sheen, looking far more threatening than the two brittle knives of the Twin-Blade Demon.

But perhaps due to a failed evolution, she saw many cracks on the Queen of the Woodlice's body, especially the part that was part of the insect body. This made it look somewhat scarred and weak, panting heavily with exhaustion, and there was no sense of pressure at all.

This seemed like a good thing, but Yvette still felt a little strange.

She had already prepared herself to welcome a top-tier mutant, even if the evolution failed, it would still be a third-tier perfected being, half a step into the fourth tier. But the other party came with a weakness debuff... It seemed like a waste of her feelings.

"Fine, I'll give you a quick death then," she thought, rising into the air and unleashing a full-scale bombardment. Vast amounts of magical elemental energy flew everywhere, accompanied by the shrill screams of the Sowbug Queen.

But the Queen did not give up. While twisting her body to minimize the area covered by the fire, she released a large number of mutated sowbugs from her abdomen, which surged toward Yvette. Finally, she cast some kind of spell to increase her self-healing ability. In the green light, the festering flesh began to repair itself, increasing the magic power required to kill her again.

Yvette's brows furrowed even more, clearly due to insufficient magic power. The scale of her spell bombardment was also visibly shrinking, as if a high-pressure water gun had been cut into a small water pipe.

Fortunately, it was the Queen of the Woodlice who couldn't hold on any longer. With a mournful cry, she collapsed to the ground, barely alive, and remained motionless. But just in case, Yvette drew the alloy battle blade from her waist, intending to finish off the dying Queen of the Woodlice in close combat, thus saving her last bit of mana.

But at that very moment, an unusual whooshing sound from behind alerted her.

She turned around instantly, attempting to parry with her sword, but her stiff movements and incorrect grip caused her to lose control of the hilt before the attacker's fierce force sent the blade flying.

In desperation, she could only use her slender hand, covered in glowing red runes, to forcefully grasp the attacker's blade. Amidst the ear-piercing metallic scraping sound, golden sparks flew everywhere! The next second, she was knocked from her levitating state to the ground, creating a shallow crater.

Before she could get up, the attacker swooped down again and slashed at the silver-haired girl in the pit, forcing her to release spells in all directions, which temporarily forced her to retreat.

After the attackers distanced themselves and temporarily withdrew, Yvette slowly got up from the pit.

She glanced down at the gruesome, blood-soaked wound in her palm, then looked up and said expressionlessly, "You certainly didn't disappoint me."

At this moment, the attacker's figure became clear; it was a dual-bladed demon... but not entirely.

Its scale-covered body swelled to more than twice its original size, and its bulging, rock-like muscles bulged and rolled wildly beneath its skin, brimming with explosive power.

On its back, two pairs of thin, cicada-wing-like newborn membranous wings, their edges gleaming with a metallic glint, tore through the flesh and stretched out. At its shoulders and waist, a pair of enormous claws and a pair of humanoid arms with clearly defined five fingers appeared out of thin air, as if grafted onto something.

At this moment, it might be more accurate to describe it as a six-armed demon rather than a two-bladed demon. Its jet-black scales gleamed with a metallic sheen in the sunlight, and with its claws, blades, hands, six wings on its back, and an even more robust body, it was the epitome of a demon king in its prime.

“Likewise.” The six-armed demon looked at Yvette, his lips slowly curving upwards into a smug, contemptuous, and malicious smile.

Chapter 38 Elemental Flowers

Using the remaining magic in her body to activate the "regeneration pump" to avoid infection by the aberrant factors, Yvette brushed the dust off her shoulders and stepped out of the shallow pit.

She was not at all surprised by the six-armed demon's betrayal. In fact, both sides knew very well that they were each other's kill list.

After stifling the evolution of the "Wolverine Queen," she would definitely try to kill the Six-Armed Demon, because she could not allow another Stage 4 aberration to be born. Conversely, the Six-Armed Demon would also look for an opportunity to kill her, because it also knew that this incredibly powerful silver-haired girl would not allow another similar threat to be born.

The cooperation between the two parties was based on a lack of trust from beginning to end. The reason they didn't expose each other and pretended to cooperate was not only because they shared the same goal, but also because they each had their own ulterior motives and hoped to gain some trust by deceiving each other—although neither of them succeeded.

"The Queen of the Woodlice isn't advancing to the fourth stage, but rather recuperating from her injuries, right?" After a moment of silence, Yvette suddenly asked.

"Ha... Hahahahahahaha—!!" After a brief silence, the six-armed demon let out a burst of uncontrollable laughter, a mixture of ecstasy and triumph.

As if finally getting the long-awaited line, it said with satisfaction: "Foolish humans, you've figured it out? But it's too late!"

"That's right, there was never any lord from the beginning, that's just something I made up! No mutant creature that has ever reached the fourth stage has ever appeared on the island, how would I know what a lord is?"

"I was just playing with you, letting you and the largest lair here wear each other down so I could pick up the scraps!"

"What pathetic wretches you are! You have no way to verify the truth of this matter. Whether it is true or false, you must go deep into the corrupt forest to find out the truth and obediently become my pawns."

"So, when I said I was the most intelligent and perfect being, I wasn't lying at all, right?"

Yvette looked at it quietly, showing no anger, shame, or regret in response to its words.

She had a premonition, and almost guessed it, when the six-armed demon was slacking off and not putting in any effort during the battle.

However, firstly, the other party's acting skills were quite good, making him seem like a weakling who was good at agility but not good at head-on combat and not that dangerous; secondly, as the other party said, she could not feel at ease without seeing the situation of the mother nest with her own eyes.

Under the influence of this anxiety, she gave it more tolerance, but also added a lot of unnecessary magical consumption.

This is essentially a calculated scheme that exploits information asymmetry, but even knowing it's a trap, people still have to fall into it.

After thinking for a moment, she asked again, "Is this your special ability?"

She had been wondering before: since all the aberrations in the third stage possessed magic, there should be a way to use it. She had previously thought that the six-armed demon's speed came from consuming magic, but then she realized that even so, the six-armed demon's performance wasn't particularly strong; at best, it was good at surviving and had excellent escape abilities.

Now it seems that wasn't the case. Its true special ability should be its current six-armed, six-winged combat form. In terms of the powerful aura it exudes, it is completely unmatched by any of the previous third-tier aberration variants.

"Quite perceptive," the six-armed demon chuckled, stretching its body before picking up the alloy battle blade from the ground and holding it in its hand. However, after swinging it once, it tossed it far away—it had enough arms, and using a long sword would easily injure itself; more importantly, it didn't want Yvette to get its hands on it, lest it cause further complications.

"On the entire island, you are the only one qualified to witness my 'full glory' so far. Be proud, human mage! Be proud, human mage! I am only one step away from my fourth evolution! To die at the hands of the strongest and most evolved perfect creature on the island, even death would be an honor!"

Having said that, it transformed into a blurry phantom, circling slightly before slashing towards Yvette.

Yvette's pupils contracted slightly, and she subconsciously summoned a blue and white runic ring from her side. A lightning snake shot out from it, but it missed its target, only exploding into a patch of scorched earth on the ground.

After dodging three electric shocks, the six-armed demon finally seized an opportunity and lunged forward. Claws and bone blades slashed towards the silver-haired girl's neck and waist, respectively.

Enveloped in a whirlwind of azure, Yvette leaned back to dodge, a strand of her silver hair being severed. Then, runic rings appeared in her palms, from which flames surged forth, temporarily forcing the six-armed demon back.

As the light faded, the two figures, who had just joined together, separated again.

In this initial probing, Yvette was not injured, but she almost had a brush with death; a slight misstep could have resulted in her neck being severed.

The six-armed demon was subjected to a high-temperature wash, and although it retreated immediately, the corners of its mouth still slowly turned down, making it look somewhat gloomy.

It discovered that its advantage wasn't as significant as it seemed, especially since even in its peak form, the silver-haired girl's magic could still break through its defenses. This was truly a frustrating situation, because if its defenses were already compromised before activating its peak form, and still compromised after activating it, then what was the point of activating its peak form?

Of course, it wasn't that bad. At least compared to before, after activating its full power, it could break through the silver-haired girl's defensive magic, so it wasn't completely useless.

Thus, the battle turned into a duel between two fragile characters: a fragile mage and a fragile assassin. Both had to be careful not to be touched by the other while looking for opportunities to hurt each other, each dancing on the edge of a knife.

A few seconds later, the six-armed demon launched another attack, hovering around Yvette like a shadow, occasionally closing in to strike and then retreating.

Yvette is surrounded by rings of runes in four colors: ice, fire, wind, and lightning. Like loyal guardians, they are always pointing in four directions. If an attack comes from any direction, she can intercept it at the fastest speed and buy time for her ultimate evasion.

This back-and-forth exchange lasted for several minutes. When the two separated again, Yvette was staggering, breathing heavily, her pure white dress torn in several places, revealing the lining underneath. Furthermore, there were two long, narrow wounds on her forearms and shoulders, bleeding profusely.

Crimson blood soaked through her clothes, and the mutated factors spread wildly under her skin... The superposition of these conditions made her breath appear weaker than ever before.

The six-armed demon was also in bad shape; large areas of its scales had melted and scorched, and it was missing two wings, which greatly affected its ability to fly.

However, the corners of its mouth turned up more and more joyfully, with a hint of smugness and cruelty.

Yes, it has discovered that the mage's magic power is nearing its limit. Her aura is like a candle flickering in the wind, and the spells she casts are no longer as powerful as before!

Although she didn't know why she hadn't been infected by the mutation factor yet, it didn't matter. The next wave of attacks would be her death!

Its heart burned with passion, and it took flight once more, its membranous wings vibrating wildly, pushing its speed to the limit, transforming into a swooping black rainbow, launching a deadly attack.

At the same time, it was extremely vigilant, prepared to retreat at the slightest provocation. After all, it still had a second, third, and fourth chance to strike, but the opposing mage certainly didn't have many trump cards left.

"Die!" In an instant, the demon's maniacal laughter and the chilling glint of the blade descended almost simultaneously.

Yvette still chose to dodge, her slender, frail figure resembling a lamb struggling desperately in the jaws of a wolf.

But this time, she didn't immediately create distance as she had before.

Instead, she turned to the side, her jade-like hand seizing the opportunity to forcefully grasp the six-armed demon's bone blade, refusing to let go despite the stinging pain in her hand.

Then, countless, layered rings of runes appeared around the six-armed demon within arm's reach.

The six-armed demon's expression changed instantly. Although it had anticipated that the other party would hold back a trick, this trick was far too big.

It immediately thrust its other bone blade into the girl's heart, trying to force her to retreat. But strangely, as the bone blade fell, the magical defense that had just been able to be shattered suddenly shone with a bright red light and became as solid as iron, deflecting its attack!

Break defense?

Unable to break through...the defense?

Why can't I break through their defenses? They were fine just now.

It froze, and then saw the silver-haired girl's beautiful, lifeless face, her mouth slowly curving upwards to reveal a smug, contemptuous, and malicious little arc.