Millennium Witch

He's almost out of the special iron rods he needs to cast rod magic!

Why hasn't the other side fallen yet?

What's with that strange red defensive spell? Why does one layer keep appearing even after the first one is destroyed? How many layers are there below?

As a professional assassin, upon seeing this, Dead Chip quickly realized something was wrong and considered backing out, though he felt a pang of regret. His iron chisels were very expensive, and now, like spilling water, most of them had been wasted—a classic case of trying to steal a chicken but losing the rice instead.

He cursed under his breath, then turned to leave. He possessed a unique light and shadow magic that allowed him to blend into the darkness, making him undetectable to the naked eye. Using this technique, he always managed to escape unscathed whenever he attacked at night, even if he failed.

But just as he turned and left without a word, a calm voice, like that of a female ghost, echoed behind him: "You're here."

How did she find me?!

Dead Spike was horrified and instinctively wanted to turn around and retaliate. However, due to years of using only spike techniques for assassination and often striking and fleeing without engaging in direct combat with his target, his mastery of other techniques had become quite rusty. He waved his hand to unleash a "Flame Fist" that he hadn't used in years, but forgot to cast a physical enhancement spell on himself. The silver-haired girl grabbed his wrist, twisted it slightly, and locked it behind his back, rendering him unable to move.

Before he could finish casting the spell, the silver-haired girl kicked him in the stomach again, like kicking a stray dog ​​off the roadside, sending him flying into a tree and snapping the already thin sapling in half.

"Spare me...spare me...I was just...doing it for money..." Dead Scalp curled up on the ground like a shrimp, saying in pain.

He had just cast a defensive spell on himself, but the girl's kick, imbued with powerful wind magic, shattered his defensive spell in an instant.

This is quite unbelievable. The only explanation is that the wind magic accompanying her kick was a high-level spell with a power of at least 6. Yet, such a high-level spell was executed so simply and unpretentiously, with minimal movement and low elemental fluctuations... Could it be that her control over spells has reached a level of divine skill?

How skilled do you have to be to do that?

……

When she reached the spot in front of the dead man, Yvette stopped.

The reason she stood still and endured the barrage of spears wasn't to show off how impenetrable her four layers of crimson armor were, but rather to use the marks left by her opponent's movements with the spears to pinpoint their exact location. Otherwise, even with the enhancement of light and shadow magic, she wouldn't have been able to distinguish the assassin from the surrounding darkness once she was right in front of him.

Now that the other party has revealed themselves, things are much easier. Instead of making a move, she asked, "Who placed the order?"

“I…I don’t know…The employer’s identity is confidential, and I can only choose from the list issued by the organization…I only know who the person to kill is…” Deadham said, then hurriedly added when he saw Yvette narrow her eyes, “That’s how it is in this line of work…otherwise, if we could sell out the employer’s information at any time, where would the organization’s credibility come from?”

That makes some sense, but what use are you if you can't offer anything? Yvette's gaze fell on Dead Steel, growing even colder.

"I...I can buy my own life! Miss Nameless, what do you think?" Dead Razor hurriedly said, "Otherwise, if I die, the organization will also target you, which isn't a good thing for you, right?"

This is of course a lie.

For Neon Nightmare, the death of his assassins is no big deal. Being an assassin is a profession with a high mortality rate. If an assassin dies because he is not strong enough, and the organization has to pay for it, then Neon Nightmare would have offended all the forces in the world long ago.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that as an assassin organization, Neon Nightmare's operating style is not only profit-driven but also quite "underhanded." Only because Yvette is a lone wolf would she be allowed to become a target. If it were an executive from one of the Big Eight companies, Neon Nightmare would most likely not even take the job.

How much money can you spend to buy your own life?

“50… no, how about 100!” the assassin said through gritted teeth.

"Only 100 million? Is your life worth that much?"

"How much...how much do you want?"

"200w."

"I...I need some time to raise funds, wait for me..." Siqian said through gritted teeth, seemingly having helplessly accepted reality, but in reality, his mental energy had already been concentrated on a certain spot on his thigh.

There, he secretly hid a specially made iron rod, his trump card, so powerful that it could even penetrate the spell defenses of a level five mage. All he had to do was stealthily connect with the opponent using a spell when they weren't looking...

He operated with extreme care, his heart pounding. But just a dozen seconds later, when he finally managed to connect with the iron rod using the most discreet method, the next second, with a "thud," the iron rod suddenly moved forward and pierced straight through his heart.

"?!" Dead Razor's eyes widened in astonishment. He then noticed the silver-haired girl's calm expression and suddenly realized what was happening. He said incredulously, "You... you've hijacked... my magic..."

Yvette remained silent, indicating her agreement.

Dead Chip trembled. As a killer who lived on the edge, he was mentally prepared to die during a mission, but he never imagined he would die like this. He was a level four mage, after all; to have his spells, at this level, hijacked silently was something he never even dared to dream of!

She's a level 5 mage? But could a level 5 mage really keep him completely unaware while he's being held hostage?

Could it be that she is actually six...?

Thinking of this, Si Qian's eyes widened suddenly, wondering how this could be? A level six mage was a national treasure, how could he have encountered one in this desolate wilderness?

But the rest of his life was not enough for him to continue thinking. Filled with endless doubt and regret, the life in his eyes faded, and he never moved again.

Chapter 116 Pretending to be a ghost

Because of her lack of knowledge about "Neon Nightmare" and its "Silver Medal Assassins," Yvette was unaware of how much fame and gossip her success in killing the Neon Nightmare assassins would bring her in the future.

From her perspective, the assassination attempt was hardly thrilling. She doubted that even if she stood still and let the assassin attack her, he might not be able to break through all four layers of her crimson armor.

After all, this is a product of the stacking strategy. If we really want to calculate its defensive power, it should be much stronger than a single 10-level spell. It's just unclear what the exact equivalent level is.

Yvette then began looting the assassin's body, obtaining several intact iron rods and an 8W-specification magic terminal.

She hacked into the terminal on the spot and began examining the information inside. Besides a set of detailed information about magic and a "creative summary," she found several activated, sealed spell formulas. Although most were elemental spell formulas and useless to her, one in particular, called "Shadow Escape," caught her attention.

This is a spell centered on "light and shadow magic," allowing the user to blend into the shadows and conceal themselves—a must-have for assassins. Although it's encrypted and sealed, making the original rune set virtually impossible to trace, it can still be used directly without issue.

Yvette decided to keep the terminal. She had originally planned to sell it, but the "Shadow Escape" effect was quite good, and it was a deeper realm of "Light and Shadow Magic" that she didn't understand, so it was worth keeping.

As for the complete rune sequence and creation summary of "Spiking Magic", well, it's a bit of a waste.

Although after glancing at the creative summary of Dead Spike, one can sense that this spike magic was a unique skill he painstakingly developed, even burning himself out, and it was also his greatest reliance on becoming a silver-level assassin, which he regarded as the most important and proudest achievement of his life.

But for Yvette, it was truly the most awkward thing. Although its piercing power was good and its magic consumption was low, it required a special magical device to use, which was extremely troublesome. She would rather spend more magic power and use wind magic instead.

Let's keep it for now and sell it on the dark web later. Hopefully, we can make a lot of money from it, which will also be a way of respecting the assassin's hard work and dedication.

……

at the same time.

While Yvette was assessing how much the intellectual property rights for the Thread Magic could fetch...

Amidst the drizzling rain, in the quiet, dark wilderness outside Shalin Town, the figures of many outsiders suddenly appeared.

Most of these were ordinary people, but they were armed, and a small number had undergone cybernetic modifications, their prosthetic eyes flashing red. In addition, some shuttles were quietly launched into the sky around Salin Town, patrolling everywhere to ensure that not a single rat could escape from any corner.

This was the team that "Fire Ghost" Colby had assembled using his connections, uniting with other local gangs. There were more than 80 people in total. They used a shuttle and a small number of people to block all the exits of Salin Town, while the rest filed in and headed toward the house where the two little girls were located, which their informants had already discovered.

The supreme commander of this joint operation was one of Colby's most formidable men, nicknamed "Tiger" Balk, a muscular man who looked like he had been given many rune potions.

His role was somewhat similar to Bryce's second-in-command, "Black Sword" Ocasio, in charge of the vast majority of Colby's violent operations. Although other gangs also sent leaders, given Balker's formidable reputation for his fists in various arenas, they all willingly accepted his temporary command.

"Eric, where did Eugene and the others go? Any results?" Balk asked into his walkie-talkie as he stood under the slanting glow of the streetlights at the entrance to Salin Town, with his subordinate holding an umbrella beside him.

Colby and Balk owned businesses in Salin, yes, those casinos where no one survived. The manager in charge of guarding those establishments was named Eugene, one of Balk's underlings.

Since they didn't usually make a point of contacting each other, Colby and Balk only discovered two days ago, when they were organizing the team, that everyone in the casino, including Eugene, was missing.

This was a big deal, but as the real owner of those small casinos, Balk's first reaction wasn't that Eugene and his group had been murdered, but that they had all absconded with the money. He was furious and wasted a lot of time until he asked Eugene's family and learned that they had simply disappeared, which made Balk breathe a sigh of relief.

So, while he was here to catch those two little girls, Balk also planned to take a look at the casino and investigate the reason for Eugene and the others' disappearance.

"I don't know, Second Brother. The surveillance cameras were all destroyed, but I didn't see any signs of a struggle. It's like they just left on their own. But I logged into the account, and the money is still there; it hasn't been transferred." A strange voice came from the walkie-talkie. "Second Brother, I have a feeling this is a bit eerie."

"As long as the money is there, that's fine." Balk didn't care at all where Eugene was. Since he was gone, he could just replace him with someone else.

Then, just as Balk was about to send his subordinates to the back of the target location to prevent the two little girls from escaping by climbing over the wall, he suddenly heard a shrill scream over the walkie-talkie.

"Eric? Eric?" Balk was startled and called out hurriedly, but received no response for a long time.

He couldn't help but look around and noticed that his other subordinates also had shocked expressions on their faces.

"The casino is nearby, let's go check on Eric first," Balk ordered.

Soon, after passing through several alleys around the town of Salin, they arrived at a large courtyard where the casino was located. Balk did not see Eric and the others. Perhaps due to the rain, there was no blood nearby. The ground was wet, and the puddles were like mercury mirrors, reflecting the gray sky.

Standing outside, Balk ordered half of the gang—about 30 men—into the checkpoint, while the rest investigated from the outside and blocked any escape routes for suspicious individuals.

He stood under the umbrella held up for him by his deputy, lit a cigarette, and waited for reports from the others.

The raindrops pattered on the umbrella, and listening to the thunder in the sky, he waited quietly for a while. Feeling that it was about time, he shouted, intending to call the investigators out of the building.

But after he shouted that, the house fell silent, and then red lights lit up, looking like countless bloodthirsty eyes staring outside.

Balk frowned. As the renowned "Tiger," he was naturally not intimidated by this situation; at most, he became a little more vigilant.

Then, a bolt of lightning streaked across the night sky, its blinding light illuminating the interior of the house and turning everyone's faces deathly pale. Balk finally saw the situation inside clearly: the pairs of red dots all belonged to the gangsters he had just ordered in, but strangely, they all looked bizarre—their expressions stiff, their pupils cloudy, resembling corpses more than living people.

"Eric?!" Balk was stunned when he saw one of the people's faces clearly. "Are you alright?"

But Eric didn't answer him. He walked out of the room with a blank expression and staggered towards Balk. This unusual behavior made Balk feel extremely uncomfortable, and he immediately shouted, "Stand still! Did you hear me? Or I'll shoot you!"

Eric ignored his voice and continued advancing. Left with no other choice, Balk raised the rune pistol at his waist. Thanks to the rune potion, his physical combat strength was actually slightly greater; he possessed immense strength and his skin was almost like steel. However, the rune pistol was more convenient for fighting ordinary people.

With his gun still aimed at Eric's head, Balk stared at him with suspicion and uncertainty, and then he saw a scene he would never forget - Eric's head suddenly split open, turning into six fleshy petals with a wriggling central suction cup, like a fleshy flower blooming.

"Fuck you!" Balk exclaimed, and together with his second-in-command, they fired wildly, quickly tearing the monster to shreds and leaving it lying on the ground.

But then, more stiff figures appeared in the rainy night. Some came from indoors, and some were his subordinates who had just been sent out to investigate the surrounding area. The only normal people seemed to be "Tiger" Balk and his deputy.

"Second Brother... I... let's go quickly..." The deputy was almost crying, his teeth chattering. He had never seen such an outrageous scene before; it was like he had stumbled onto the set of a horror movie.

Balk was also deeply shocked, a chill creeping up his spine. Although he was strong, his mental defenses were not so strong. Watching his subordinate, who had been perfectly fine just moments before, have his head turned into a bloody mess right before his eyes was a shock that was hard to bear.

"Let's go! This place is haunted! It's not fit for humans!" Seeing the approaching crowd, Balk took off running, quickly pulling out a special communicator. "Shalin Town is haunted! It might be the work of a cult! We need to inform the boss!"

Due to the demands of the human trafficking industrial park, the area surrounding Salin Town lacks network coverage, forcing Balk to rely on a dedicated communicator for real-time communication. After "Fire Ghost" Colby's questioning voice rang out, Balk quickly exclaimed, "Haunted! Boss! This place turns people into ghosts!"

"What...are you talking about?" Colby didn't understand.

He was still waiting for good news from both sides. The assassination of "Nameless" and the capture of the two little girls were two things that needed to be done at the same time. He had to succeed at least one of them, otherwise he would be in big trouble.

"Damn, this isn't nonsense, it's true! I don't know why, but Eric and the others, everyone, suddenly turned into monsters and are chasing me! There must be a trap!" Balk said anxiously as he ran away.

He already regretted it. How could the general's mission be simple? He shouldn't have gotten involved in this kind of thing with Colby. Wouldn't it have been better to just honestly catch piglets and make money?

After running a few steps in the rain, Balk and his deputy left the alleyway and reached the town's main street. He wiped the rain from his face and looked ahead, only to see a little girl with flowing silver hair, dressed in a white dress and barefoot, standing gracefully on a streetlamp at the crossroads, smiling at him. She had an extremely beautiful face, which should have been alluring, but her dark red pupils were filled with mockery and cruelty, making her appear incredibly eerie in the current atmosphere, like a female ghost.

Upon seeing the suddenly appearing silver-haired little girl, Balk suddenly flew into a rage and roared, "Stop playing tricks on me!"

Immediately, runes shimmered on his body, and he leaped up, lunging towards the silver-haired little girl, seemingly convinced that she was the source of all the strangeness.

However, seeing the "tiger" Balk pounce on her, the girl's smile grew even wider.

Then, the deputy standing in the middle of the road was stunned to see his invincible second brother "Tiger" Balk suddenly disintegrate in mid-air and turn into a huge fleshy flower that bloomed in the night rain. Every petal and every muscle fiber was stretching out its body to its fullest extent.

"What happened? Is anyone there? Where are you, Balk?" The communicator, which had fallen into the puddle, was still transmitting Colby's bewildered voice.

But his second-in-command, named "Wright," had no answer to him. Before his eyes, a huge, fleshy monster descended from the sky, blocking his escape route, and extended a tentacle-like tongue from its mouth to coil around him.

The pungent smell permeated the rain and mist, seeping into his nostrils. The deputy, regaining his senses, began to scream and beg for mercy in terror, but no matter how much he struggled, he could not stop those turbine-shaped, fine teeth from getting closer and closer to him.

In the last second before his consciousness was consumed by pain, he saw the silver-haired little girl yawn sleepily.

Chapter 117 Necromancer

The rain continued to fall, washing the bloodstains on the ground into the drainage ditch. The old neighborhoods on both sides of the main road stood alone in the darkness, without a sound. It seemed that all the town's residents were immersed in the white noise of the continuous rainy night, enjoying an undisturbed sleep.

Zero, barefoot, stepped onto the slippery lampshade, causing her mutant minions to gather together. She yawned and waved her hand, and soon, a giant worm burst from the ground, swallowing all the mutants whole in one gulp, turning them into nourishment for its own evolution.

Suddenly, a voice rang out from the rooftop not far away. It was a slightly hoarse male voice. He chuckled and said, "No wonder Black Tower Pharmaceuticals is so eager to get your hands on you, little girl. You are indeed very special."

Zero paused in her yawning, which was replaced by a smile that returned to her face. She mechanically turned her head, step by step, toward the direction from which the sound came, her lips slowly splitting upward, radiating the purest and most chilling malice.

“I don’t want to be your enemy, little girl. I’m here on behalf of the sect’s goodwill.” The speaker came into Zero’s view. It wasn’t a living person, but a skeleton with ghostly green flames burning in its eye sockets.

On this stormy night, only a creature in this form could rival the silver-haired little girl on the streetlight in terms of eeriness.

“You are hiding a secret that is very important to the Black Tower, and we can provide you with protection. I think this is a very good deal,” the skeleton said with a smile. “Little girl, in this world, you will hardly find another organization like us that can help you stand up to the super corporations head-on.”

Zero remained silent, her eyes widening slightly, the malice in her dark red pupils growing more pronounced. At the same time, behind the windows of the houses that should have belonged to the town's residents, striking red lights suddenly shone, and countless bizarre shapes writhed in the darkness, like demons crawling out of hell.

"You actually turned everyone in the town into monsters? You madman! You damned monster!" The skeleton's tone changed, filled with extreme anger.

Clearly, even the necromancers of the Holy Spirit Cult, the world's number one cult, were shocked by Zero's utter lack of moral principles and his indiscriminate killing of innocent people.

He even doubted whether Zero had any sense of identity as a human being, otherwise how could he so utterly lack empathy and attack innocent civilians?

Moreover, these are not ordinary civilians; they are also precious believers of the sect!

Zero grinned at him. The next second, countless hideous humanoid mutants crawled out of the house and headed straight for the skull on the roof.

The skeleton snorted coldly. He knew there was no point in negotiating anymore; he wasn't even sure if this Zero could communicate normally with humans. He unleashed a burst of soul fire, capable of directly scorching spirituality. Under the attack of this soul domain, a large number of aberrations collapsed to the ground, turning into a pile of rotten flesh.

He then extracted a section of spine from a mutated corpse on the ground, and with a simple spell, melted it down and transformed it into a bone knife. Although his main body wasn't present, he believed that the remotely controlled elite skeleton warrior was more than capable of forcibly taking down the little girl.

But his confidence was quickly shattered when he saw Zero suddenly make eye contact with him.

With that single glance, tinged with mockery, the eerie green soul fire in the skull's eye socket suddenly went out, falling to the ground as if it had lost all support, turning into a pile of bone parts. At the same time, in the darkness outside Shalin Town, a figure dressed in black robes suddenly screamed and knelt on the ground, letting out a horrifying, violent gasp.

"Soul magic? How did she get it?" the necromancer murmured in shock. Beneath his mud-caked hood, his eyes stared in disbelief and uncertainty towards the town of Shalin, his expression extremely grave. Without any hesitation, he endured the excruciating pain, and with the aid of wind magic, he levitated and vanished swiftly into the rainy night of the wilderness.