Millennium Witch

Then, several ceiling panels slid open with a "clatter," releasing several armed shuttles, slightly larger than birds, resembling round shuttles with pointed ends. Several invisible laser beams shot out from the bottom of the shuttles, rapidly cutting through the narrow space below like a spider web.

Because they lack a network, these shuttles are difficult to control, but they all have pre-set patrol routes. Before they are launched, you only need to input the marked enemies into them, and once the patrol starts, these shuttles can fight on their own, which is very convenient.

After both the defense unit and the armed shuttle were activated, Bryce felt a great sense of relief.

He suddenly wondered if he was making a mountain out of a molehill. How powerful could a female mage of unknown skill be? She hadn't even fought Ocassi before; Ocassi had only come up here because he chickened out.

Perhaps in the end, it was just that Ocasio was on edge and scared himself, which led to his current predicament.

"And who isn't a mage?" Bryce thought dismissively, as a runic ring flashed past him.

But unlike a pure mage, he has a defensive force field, a combat prosthetic body, and even an AI combat algorithm in his intelligent core that allows him to entrust his body to the mental core and quickly evade enemy attacks—meaning he doesn't even have a disadvantage in combat experience.

Because of the international warrant for his arrest, he can't do legitimate work. Otherwise, if his skills were in the mercenary world, he would probably be a well-known top figure.

After completing the preparations, Bryce stood at the top of the stairs with his subordinates and waited. After a while, he saw the silver-haired girl holding a lightning blade slowly climbing the stairs. She didn't seem to be there to kill anyone; she seemed to be there for sightseeing.

Instead of rushing into action, Bryce decided to negotiate first. He said coldly, "Female mage, who exactly are you? What is your purpose here?"

He had just heard the dying cries of his underlings, and now that he saw the silver-haired girl approaching, he knew exactly what had happened and immediately became extremely vigilant.

"Are you 'Dead Eye' Bryce?" the silver-haired girl asked in a confirming tone, her long eyelashes making her look like a cute high school girl who had gone astray.

“It’s me,” Bryce said coldly.

"That's good then." The silver-haired girl said, and before Bryce could speak again, she suddenly rushed up to the top floor like lightning, ignoring the automatically firing spellcasting units, and coldly slashed a bolt of lightning at Bryce in front of her!

Foolish! Bryce sneered inwardly, thinking that with his expensive automated defensive force field and a layer of conventional defensive spells covering it, how could he not react to such a low-level surprise attack?

But the next second, his defensive force field was shattered by the lightning blade, breaking into a shower of starlight.

Only because he had an AI program that took over his body and dodged the opponent's continuous attacks, otherwise he would have been seriously injured even if he hadn't died.

Bryce's pupils contracted slightly, shocked. He immediately realized that the lightning blade in his opponent's hand was probably a rare top-level technique, otherwise it would not have been able to break through his defensive force field so easily.

Boom! The scorching air currents mixed with Bryce's disheveled figure as he tumbled backward, his back slamming heavily against the wall on the side with a loud thud.

"Fire!!" Ocasio ordered nervously.

In an instant, the top-floor corridor transformed into a furnace of metal and magic.

The flashes from the cannons merged into one, the shrieking of physical bullets tearing through the air drowned out all other sounds, and various magical beams mingled within, transforming into a storm of magic and metal.

The entire cramped space was vibrating and buzzing. Dust mixed with concrete debris fell from the ceiling, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of smoke.

It must be said that this did cause Yvette some trouble. Her crimson armor is good at resisting elemental attacks, but it is not so good at deflecting kinetic damage, requiring her to use the physical strength of "muscle release" to withstand it.

If the attacks are too dense and mixed with a large amount of physical damage from kinetic attacks, she will not be injured, but she will keep retreating, like a monster being focused by survivors in the zombie mode, baring her teeth and claws as she advances, but her position gets further and further back.

It seems that close-quarters combat is still a bit unrealistic... Yvette thought.

Since the opponent's damage cannot penetrate the Crimson Armor's defense, she can withstand the attacks here for a long time as long as her magic power is not exhausted.

But that was pointless, so she snapped her fingers, and one runic ring after another lit up behind her, as if opening Gilgamesh's royal treasury.

Flames, gales, thunder, frost, and rock projectiles mixed with pulse magic.

More concentrated, larger-scale, and more damaging spells emerged from the rising dust of light, like a sweeping flood, drenching the ten human traffickers and leaving them dazed and disoriented.

"What the hell is this?!" a cyborg cried out in bewilderment and terror.

He didn't know what was behind that patch of particle light and dust that obscured their vision. He only knew that they had an absolute advantage just a few seconds ago. How did the situation suddenly reverse?

Where did all those overwhelming attacks come from? Wasn't there just one person on the other side? Why did they act like an army?

In just a few seconds, several of the underlings were killed. They were relatively poor and couldn't afford expensive defensive force fields, so they used the defective ones that their older brothers had replaced, which would shatter at the slightest touch in such firepower.

Although they knew that with half their bodies hidden in the room and the walls as cover, they couldn't withstand the firepower from the other side, which could blow them up along with the walls!

Seeing this, "Dead Eye" Bryce's heart trembled. He had made full preparations, activating all the defense units and armed shuttles, turning this place into an impregnable defensive fortress... but why was it all useless?

Where did this sudden and terrifying firepower come from?

It couldn't have been created by the other party alone, could it?

Could it be that behind that colorful dust, a federal government counter-terrorism team secretly descended from the sky?

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Chapter 104 Ghost Claw

The violent stream of magical light continued for an unknown period of time, shattering the walls of all the rooms on the top floor. The air was filled with scorching metallic vapor mixed with the smell of burning.

Large precast floor slabs, broken and twisted steel bars, the remains of cannon barrels from the casting unit, and fallen shuttles were all piled up here. Moonlight poured down without obstruction, scattering a layer of silver frost on the tragic ruins.

Beneath a broken concrete slab, tiny pebbles tumbled down.

Bryce, the "Dead Eye," lay here, his face covered in blood and one of his electronic eyes completely extinguished. He had intended to play dead, but upon hearing increasingly close footsteps, he had no choice but to crawl out from under the rubble and look in the direction of the sound.

To his surprise, there was no other person, no federal counter-terrorism team as he had imagined. The only enemy present from beginning to end was the silver-haired girl.

But why is there only one person?

This shouldn't be happening, and it's not scientific!

The moonlight outlined the girl's slender figure, like a silver doll. Bryce's gaze slowly moved upwards, and he saw several runic halos of varying diameters silently rotating above the girl's head, seemingly alive and emitting different colored lights.

His throat bobbed, and he slumped weakly to the ground, feeling as if his worldview was being turned upside down—a mage…a top-tier mage? But how could such a top-tier mage be here? Who exactly is she?!

He immediately searched his memory, but none of the world-renowned masters had the image of this silver-haired, red-eyed beauty. It was as if she had appeared out of nowhere!

"Ahhhhh!" At that moment, a scream came from the side. Bryce looked over and saw that it was another surviving gang leader who had jumped from the 12th floor.

Normally, they can jump down from this spot because they have gliding devices. If any piglet escapes, even a cyborg with an astonishing weight, like an iron man, can use the gliding device to fly down and easily get downstairs.

However, in the recent battle, the best opportunity to escape was missed. The gliding device in the warehouse had already been destroyed. Jumping now would be pure suicide given the cyborg's gravitational acceleration.

"Who are you?" Fear completely overwhelmed the pain. Seeing the silver-haired girl approaching, Bryce said nervously, "This is the general's territory. If you dare to touch me, the general will make sure you die a horrible death! You won't survive in the entire Rusty Bone!"

“General?” Yvette stopped a few meters away from him. “Introduce yourself.”

"In the border region of Rusty Bones, who doesn't know 'General'? He's the leader of the Ghost Hand Society, and no one dares to disobey him! Even if you're strong, you're only one person, while the General can mobilize countless people to deal with you!"

Bryce pleaded desperately, as if grasping at a straw, "Stop now and let me go! I can... I can mediate for you! Otherwise, you won't leave Fusjiang alive!"

"Is that so?" Yvette shook her head and asked calmly, "Then let me ask you, which is more troublesome, the general of the Ghost Hand Society or the large company 'Lin Tui Bio' in the United States of New Eden?"

Bryce paused, thinking that these two things could not be compared. First of all, you have to define the scope of provocation. If the matter is too small, big companies will not bother with you. But if you are really targeted by a big company... then the seriousness of the matter is indeed much more terrifying than being targeted by a general.

“I cut Lintui Bio’s market value by a third, forcing the retired founder ‘Old Cyrus’ to come out and apologize to the public and return to power… Do you think I would dare not provoke your ‘General’ under such circumstances?” Yvette stared at him, then felt it was somewhat unnecessary.

Why explain this to yourself and someone who is about to die?

"Make 'Old Cyrus' apologize? What are you bragging about... huh?" Bryce paused, realizing the other person's identity. His face paled as he said, "Could you be that... ..."

In an instant, a strong sense of powerlessness surged in his heart—no wonder she was so calm! Compared to the furious molted creature, what was his superior, the "General,"?

but……

Can I turn myself in?

Since the other party is a righteous hero, shouldn't they also uphold procedural justice? Wouldn't they allow me to voluntarily accept a court trial? Wouldn't that give me a glimmer of hope...?

With this in mind, Bryce had an idea and decided to try to persuade him from this angle. But before he could even open his mouth, this "righteous hero who should uphold procedural justice" burned his brain with lightning, giving him no chance to continue begging for mercy.

……

After dealing with the supervisor, "Dead Eye" Bryce, Yvette patrolled the floor again, executing the remaining high-ranking human traffickers who had not escaped.

Of course, there were other human traffickers who chose to jump off buildings when things went wrong. During their fall, Yvette appeared to be just watching, but in reality, she kindly and secretly helped them accelerate their fall with wind magic.

So the cyborgs, who had a sliver of hope when they jumped, were now completely smashed into mincemeat and iron discs, a scene that was more than just horrific.

Confirming there was no more life on the top floor, Yvette walked to where the staircase entrance had been. Concrete slabs and metal railings blocked the passage. With a casual wave of her hand, the heavy obstacles were ripped aside by the gale, raising a cloud of dust.

Below her, Cromwell stood on the stairs, looking at her with a mixture of nervousness and confusion.

Because of the intensity of the battle and the numerous aftershocks, he didn't even have the ability to take a look. He stayed on the two lower floors the whole time until the commotion upstairs subsided.

So he had no idea what was happening up there. He only felt that the area above had become a huge battlefield, and apart from worrying about the nameless lady, there was nothing he could do.

He breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the nameless lady emerge unharmed, but was also quite shocked, never expecting that she could actually defeat "Dead Eye" Bryce and "Black Sword" Ocasio.

It might even be one against two, or more!

After all, human traffickers don't care about fairness; they'll definitely attack together.

"Can you wait a moment and let me go up and take a look?" Cromwell asked, both excited and curious.

Because a huge concrete slab blocked the entrance to the building, he had no idea what the top floor looked like. He could only see from the balcony that gravel was constantly rolling down, making a noise as if a dozen households were renovating at the same time.

As an undercover reporter, even though the undercover operation was unsuccessful, the reporter's side still remained.

He plans to film the scene using his implanted AI and, when he writes the article later, try his best to recreate the battle for the readers, so that everyone can feel the strength of Miss Wuming and the sense of security of standing behind her.

“Sure.” Yvette had no objections.

Cromwell expressed his gratitude, then dusted himself off and headed upstairs. But after only a couple of steps, he turned back down with a puzzled expression, looked again at the 12F sign in the stairwell, and made sure he hadn't gone to the wrong place.

But... what about the top floor? Where did the top floor go?

Why is the rooftop the first thing I see when I go up there?

……

Ten minutes later, a shocked and speechless Cromwell came down from the "rooftop".

Although he had been imagining the battle unfolding above while waiting, seeing the actual scene left him speechless for a long time, unsure how to describe it in words—an entire floor had been demolished! A 12-story building had been reduced to 11! Miss Anonymous, are you a mage or a bulldozer? This is outrageous!

Since words are too inadequate, he decided to release pictures and videos directly, leaving the details to the readers' imaginations.

Then, after nodding slightly to the nameless woman waiting in the stairwell, the two began to walk downstairs, intending to meet up with Donnie, Rhys, and the others below, and leave together to seek help from the border bureau.

But after walking for a short while on the dusty and gravelly steps, Cromwell suddenly felt a chilling sensation emanating from all directions.

The next second, the scene before my eyes began to distort and fluctuate violently!

The grayish-white concrete wall, originally covered in stains, suddenly began to writhe and bulge, as if countless parasites were hiding there. He rubbed his eyes and continued looking, only to see bloodshot eyeballs inexplicably squeezing out from the wall plaster, densely packed and layered! They focused their gazes, filled with endless resentment, on the two people descending the stairs!

Cold sweat instantly soaked his back. Cromwell was horrified and had no idea what was going on.

He instinctively looked down and saw countless translucent, water-like hands emerging from the dim shadows around the steps where the nameless woman stood. They silently reached out from the surface of the steps, the edges of the walls, and even the void beneath her feet, grabbing at the nameless woman's ankles, which were encased in long boots.

Cromwell struggled to his feet, trying to open his mouth and shout to warn the nameless lady to watch her feet, but the sound got stuck in his throat and wouldn't come out.

Not only that, he was shocked to find that even his spellcasting had become clumsy. He tried hard to use Water Flame, but the rune rings formed at a snail's pace.

How could this be? Was I haunted? Or was it just a nightmare?

Cromwell was lost in thought when he saw those transparent ghostly claws, like spider silk, wrapped around the nameless lady's boots, pulling and dragging her down into the shadows below, as if trying to drag her into an endless abyss of darkness.

"It's all over..." Cromwell thought in despair. He had never seen anything so bizarre, and for a moment he lost the ability to think. He could only watch helplessly as the nameless lady sank deeper and deeper into the abyss, unable to help her.

but……

Maintaining this feeling of despair, after a while, he gradually began to sense something strange.

Because he noticed that the nameless lady's steps did not falter at all as she descended the stairs.

Her boots rose and fell with ease. Countless transparent arms, wrapped around the boots, stretched and extended to their limits in vain before absolute power, then twisted and deformed, like ants trying to shake a tree, all in vain.

What does this mean? Cromwell wondered blankly.

Then, suddenly, he saw the nameless lady stop walking as if she had finally noticed something, raise her hand, and lightly snap her fingers, throwing a large amount of lightning and fire into a corner in the shadows.

Then, accompanied by a silent yet furious shriek, the scene before him cracked like shattered glass.

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Chapter 105 Inspiration

As the light flashed, countless images shattered and cracked before my eyes, revealing a normal world that had returned to normalcy.

Cromwell looked around, but there was no longer any of those terrifying eyes or translucent ghostly claws. Only the overhead lights were still shining, illuminating everything around them.

“Miss Wuming, was that… a ghost?” He immediately understood and asked in a dry voice, tinged with gratitude.

Fusjiang is a border city of the Rustbone Free State, which is also the birthplace of the Holy Spirit Cult. Encountering the dead here is perfectly normal.

As a mage of some skill, Cromwell had never had any contact with the undead. He had only heard that they feared fire magic, and he thought that with his Water Flame, he should be able to handle them.

But he never expected that the methods of the dead would be so terrifying and bizarre. If it weren't for the unfathomable Miss Wu'er by his side, he dared not imagine what kind of nightmare he would have suffered and died in agony.

“It should be,” Yvette said, looking in a certain direction in the darkness. “It escaped. It shouldn’t be a wandering ghost; someone must be manipulating it.”