Millennium Witch

The spirit that had been hiding in the shadows had launched some kind of attack from the branch of soul magic against the two of them. It could have been an illusion, a mind spell, or something else, but Yvette quickly noticed it, caught its true form, and drove it away with a barrage of spells.

Unfortunately, it would be fine if it were a skeleton or a zombie, but the opponent is a pure spirit, which is immune to most attack methods, including but not limited to physical attacks, water, ice, earth, wind and other elemental magic.

As a result, her few attack methods that can directly damage spirits are only lightning magic and fire magic, and their effects will be reduced, making it impossible to kill them quickly.

She felt somewhat helpless about this. But there are two main ways to inflict high damage on evil spirits, a special kind of being.

One type is the sunlight magic branch under the light and shadow magic, which has a special effect on all undead creatures.

Another branch is "spiritual/mind magic" under soul magic, which is effective against all spirits.

However, both of these kinds of knowledge are very difficult to acquire, and she doesn't know much about either of them.

So right now, it's really troublesome for Yvette to kill an evil spirit. She has to chase after it and slowly wear it down with lightning and fire magic.

I don't know if my pure white tentacles will have any effect on spirits... but it feels a bit uncertain, since the pure white tentacles' devouring ability currently only targets matter...

Yvette shook her head, then heard Cromwell ask worriedly, "There are undead here. Won't the Holy Spirit Cult come and get us later?"

“In Rustbone, the Holy Spirit Church is a legitimate orthodox religion. They shouldn’t go to such lengths for a group of human traffickers; that would give the federal government an excuse to attack Rustbone,” Yvette analyzed.

“That’s true…” Cromwell felt relieved.

In the United States of New Eden, the Holy Spirit Church is considered a cult, but in some smaller states, and in the Rustbone Free State, it is not only a legitimate religion but also a rather righteous and sacred figure.

Even the locals of Rustbone believe that the so-called cult is nothing more than international persecution and slander against the Holy Spirit Sect. They think it must be international jealousy of the Holy Spirit Sect's magical technology that has led to this united suppression. The claims about experimenting on human souls and human trafficking are fake news and simply do not exist.

In this situation, as long as the Holy Spirit Sect wants to maintain stability and preserve its image, it cannot do anything too outrageous.

Then Cromwell suddenly remembered something and asked with some admiration, "Miss Nameless, how did you see through those illusions and discover that spirit?"

Attacks on the soul level are indiscriminate; even powerful cyber mages and ordinary people don't differ much in terms of spiritual strength. Without targeted equipment or corresponding countermeasures, even experts can easily be defeated by evil spirits.

Yvette said somewhat uncertainly, "It... wasn't hidden very well, I found it at a glance..."

You found it at a glance?

Are you an inspiration expert?

Cromwell was a little skeptical, thinking that Miss Nameless might be deliberately being evasive, so he could only sigh and laugh, "Truly worthy of being Miss Nameless... I was almost scared to death, that thing was terrifying, nothing like horror movies can compare..."

Yvette looked at him in surprise and said, "Is it scary?"

"Yeah, uh, wasn't that scary?" Cromwell asked, somewhat puzzled, and immediately described what he had just seen.

Because of his years of writing, his expression is very vivid and illustrative, making people feel as if they are there, as if they can see those terrible scenes appearing before their eyes if they close their eyes.

Yvette remained silent.

This was completely different from what she had seen.

Well, if Cromwell were seeing a terrifying horror movie, what she was seeing might just be a poorly made... stick figure?

Were those bloody eyeballs on the walls actually real? Were those translucent human hands at my feet actually real?

Why is it that in her eyes, it's just a blurry mosaic, something she can't even see clearly?

On the contrary, the translucent evil spirit that launched a sneak attack, despite being hiding in the shadows, was still spotted by her at a glance.

With that in mind, she felt the answer should be revealed.

Yes, it's just a difference in inspiration.

To put it more bluntly, years of dedicated sleep have given her a much higher level of mental strength than the average person.

Although she had little knowledge of soul magic and no means of defense, her health was incredibly high. The soul attacks launched against her by evil spirits were like mosquito bites; they might make her itch for a while, but that was about it.

……

Having been tested in actual combat, Yvette felt somewhat at ease about her spirit body and was no longer worried about being ambushed with mental magic.

The two continued down the mostly destroyed staircase and finally reached the place where Cromwell and the other two had been imprisoned. They reached out and pushed open the door.

The red-haired youth Donil was here, along with several other people, both men and women, one of whom was Donil's girlfriend.

When the door was pushed open, they were initially extremely nervous, each gripping their makeshift weapons tightly. But after seeing who it was, Donil immediately breathed a sigh of relief and introduced, "You're safe, everyone... This is the Miss Nameless I told you about! See, I didn't lie to you!"

The image of the silver-haired, red-eyed beauty was indeed unforgettable and extremely rare. After matching Donnie's description, the victims in the room immediately became excited and erupted in a brief, low cheer.

Yvette looked at Donnell and asked, "Where's Reese?"

“He’s in the next room,” Donil said, calling out from the doorway of another room, “Come out! Miss Nameless is back!”

Almost simultaneously, Rhys emerged from the next room, followed by several other survivors with unfamiliar faces. They were all ragged, their eyes filled with the bewilderment of surviving a catastrophe, mixed with an incredulous light.

Adding up the victims from both rooms, and including Cromwell, Donnell, and Rhys, there were a total of 18 rescued victims.

After counting the number of people, Yvette was very happy, thinking that she had earned 180 million.

This is even easier than the werewolf killer mission...

She then asked, "Are there any other parks around here?"

She remembered hearing from human traffickers that two little girls had been caught in other parks nearby, perhaps not far from here.

A thin man standing behind Donnell hesitated before speaking: "...Yes, it's diagonally across, about a kilometer away. Those scumbags mentioned it when they were communicating with each other... It seems that these are the only two places in this area that are 'industrial parks'."

He pointed in the darkness towards a shadowy direction with more low-rise buildings.

“Okay.” Ivy nodded. Since she was going to crack down on them anyway, she might as well crack them all down at once, so she could make more money.

Doniler, Rhys, and the others exchanged glances, wondering if the nameless young lady's tone meant that taking down one industrial park wasn't enough, and she wanted to take down another one as well.

Isn’t this too fierce?

Chapter 106 Monster

"...By the way, Miss Nameless, Mr. Cromwell, how is your decapitation operation up there going?" After a moment, remembering what had happened before, Donil finally couldn't help but ask.

Previously, the human traffickers outside were very agitated, as if they had received orders. Many of their henchmen downstairs rushed up to provide support, making the victims hiding on this floor sweat with worry for the two people upstairs.

Afterwards, due to the large difference in floor levels and the fear of being discovered, they dared not go out and were not very clear about what happened. They didn't even see the cyborg jump off the building. They only occasionally heard heavy noises outside and guessed that heavy objects such as refrigerators had fallen.

Now that the two have returned unharmed, it must mean that the situation went very smoothly.

"It's all taken care of," Yvette said succinctly, continuing downstairs.

Lacking further details, everyone's attention turned to Cromwell, hoping he would reveal some specifics.

Cromwell paused for a moment, then shrugged at the dozen or so victims, giving them a no-comments look.

It's not that he has no comment, but the situation is too outrageous for him to explain in a short time.

The crowd clearly showed a hint of disappointment and dissatisfaction.

Cromwell glanced at their expressions and, realizing this wasn't quite right, said in a complicated tone, "In short, it's very perverted."

"Pervert?" Donil asked, puzzled.

“Yes, she’s a pervert.” Cromwell said without explanation, and quickly followed behind the nameless woman.

Doniler, Reese, and the other victims were speechless, thinking, "Why can't you just say what's going on? What does 'extremely perverted' mean here? How perverted could it be?"

The Riddler of the Grooves!

……

Stepping out of the shadows of the building's ground floor, a cold but liberating night breeze swept over me, and the streetlights pierced a small patch of darkness, illuminating the bleak mess on the road.

Although still surrounded by barbed wire in the industrial park, the open environment and the wind that dispelled the bloodshed slightly eased the anxiety that had been building up in the chests of the eighteen survivors, and a slight dizziness from seeing the light of day again lingered over them.

Just then, Donil's girlfriend suddenly exclaimed "Huh?" She grabbed Donil's arm, pointed to a shadowy patch at the edge of the light not far away, and said in a panic, "What...what is that?"

Following her gaze, everyone saw an indescribable, twisted, and fused mass of organic matter and metal fragments. They could barely make out some broken, thick mechanical arms, electrical connectors, and prosthetic eye parts, while the biological tissue was seeping bright red blood onto the ground, making it look particularly eerie.

"Could this be the heavy object that fell from upstairs earlier?" Rhys guessed.

Upon hearing this, apart from Cromwell, the remaining 17 victims curiously gathered around. But after looking closely, they were terrified, their expressions changing drastically, and they retreated repeatedly.

This is a cyborg that has been twisted, deformed, and smashed into a meat patty!

Why did he die here?

Was he thrown down after he died? Is that why he fell so violently?

The group finally got a clue and realized that Cromwell's "pervert" probably meant this. They all sighed in amazement, thinking that the nameless lady looked like a cool and gentle girl, but her fighting style was so fierce and ruthless. What a wonderful contrast!

But is it a bit inappropriate to describe it as "perverted"?

However, Cromwell shook his head at the crowd again, revealing an even more enigmatic expression, and said, "No... you still don't understand."

"Mr. Cromwell, what exactly are you trying to say?" Donil's fist hardened.

Cromwell said slowly, "What if I said that it wasn't Miss Nobody who threw him down, but that Miss Nobody was so powerful that she scared him into jumping off the building and dying from the fall?"

The remaining seventeen survivors fell silent, even more shocked and speechless than before, thinking that if this were true, it would indeed be extremely perverse.

……

Passing through the desolate path and the overgrown grass rustling in the night wind, another "industrial park" appeared diagonally ahead under the night sky.

Standing in the shadows, Yvette looked towards the industrial park. The building outlines resembled the destroyed hideout from just moments before, but were slightly smaller. High-intensity searchlights relentlessly pierced the darkness, illuminating the park as bright as day. A huge "X-Light Security" company emblem was affixed to the perimeter wall, reflecting a striking light.

She immediately had the 18 rescued people temporarily hide in the sparse grove outside the park, while she silently passed through the open iron gate and went inside.

Inside the park, all the lights were on, with incandescent light pouring out from every open window, dispelling the darkness in every corner.

The monitoring room's screen wall was black; the video storage module was missing, its whereabouts unknown. Several coffee machines still emitted faint steam and lingering coffee aromas. The defensive turrets sat perched on high ground, gun barrels lowered, power indicator lights showing standby status.

But strangely, there wasn't a single person there.

The chair in the security booth was tilted to one side, a half-finished coffee sat on the corner of the table, and a water bottle was overturned on the floor. Scattered along the roadside were bullet casings, documents, and even a worn-out leather glove.

Frowning, Yvette looked around the area with a puzzled expression, but finding nothing, she silently walked into the main building.

The corridor was equally empty, and the doors to the various cells were locked, revealing mostly thin and haggard faces inside.

Yvette opened the cell doors one by one, unlocked the handcuffs with the keys she had found, and the rescued people, under her direction, joyfully gathered in the central square downstairs.

Ten minutes later, it was confirmed that all 13 victims had been rescued. Yvette came downstairs and asked the group, "Do you know what happened here? Why have all the human traffickers disappeared?"

Several victims shook their heads blankly; they had all been asleep before the incident, as it was late at night.

But just as Yvette was feeling disappointed, a figure slowly emerged from the crowd. It was a young man, not very old, with a pale face and his body trembling slightly uncontrollably, as if he had suffered great fear.

He said in a very uneasy tone, "I...I think I know what happened, but I'm not sure if it's my hallucination, or if I'm confusing a dream with reality..."

“You tell me, I’ll make my own judgment,” Yvette said.

“I think… I think they might have all turned into monsters…” The young man’s expression grew increasingly horrified as he trembled, “I… I didn’t see what happened! I was also handcuffed to the bed, but I vaguely heard some strange noises in my dream. When I opened my eyes, I saw… I saw a face! It was pressed against the outside of the ventilation window used for delivering food on the door! The gap in the iron window was very, very small, but that face… that face was squeezed there…”

His descriptions are filled with intense emotion, drawing the reader in effortlessly to the scene, and the mere narration of the current situation nearly drove him to a breakdown.

He continued, "...Its face was strange, with several eyes, and its hair looked like it was covered in worms and would wriggle! Its face would also split open, turning into a huge mouth full of sharp teeth! But it only appeared once, and then it left...I don't know where it went, and later, I was so scared that I fainted..."

The square was eerily quiet, with the pale white light of the searchlights silently illuminating the stiff outlines of everyone's bodies.

But unlike the fear and terror felt by others, Yvette sensed a familiar feeling in this description.

The head is distorted, and the face splits open into a gaping maw full of sharp teeth... This seems to be a characteristic of a first-stage humanoid deformity...

Thinking of this, Yvette observed the 13 rescued people again, but did not see the two so-called "little girls under 10 years old".

She thought she might know who the two little girls were.

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Chapter 107 Afterwards

Because of the real existence of the End Witch, Yvette began to believe to some extent that the apocalypse might really have originated from a divine descent. At this point, Black Tower Medicine's "Divine Metamorphosis" and Lin Tui Bio's "Seed Erosion" became highly suspicious "team annihilation engines".

Now, the two little girls are gone, and a monster that appears to be a mutant has appeared in the park. But the monster has mysteriously disappeared, whether it is dead or left on its own... But all of this helps her to be sure that it is most likely Zero and Number One.

However, over the years, she has come to understand her own abilities quite well and has never discovered that she has the ability to create or manipulate aberrations.

Does this mean that this is Number One's ability?

What is her connection to the Witch of the End?

If not, that's fine, but if she did... did she borrow the power of the evil god and receive the evil god's blessing, or was she herself the evil god later?

Or, like many tragedies in fantasy novels, in the end, she became the vessel for the descent of an evil god?

……