Millennium Witch

……

On the lamppost of the main road, looking at the skeletons scattered in a puddle, Zero's smile faded slightly, and he glanced indifferently at the mutants on the ground.

Under her gaze, these twisted creatures began to gradually return to their original state, revealing human forms. However, compared to the previous town residents, these recovered people had a noticeably dull look in their eyes, like living corpses still adapting to their bodies.

After they slowly returned home in a sleepwalking manner, Zero's face showed an even more intense weariness than before, and he yawned deeply.

……

The light pollution from the neon lights dyed the entire sky into bizarre purples, pinks, and blues, while raindrops slanted against the dazzlingly bright signs, refracting a mesmerizing halo.

By the time Yvette rode her bicycle through the city streets and returned to her villa on Yangon Street, it was only past midnight.

After parking her car, she immediately disappeared into the narrow alleys of the adjacent street and arrived at the Red Pepper nightclub, just four blocks from her home. This was the main and most frequented establishment of "Fire Ghost" Colby in the city.

While in Rusty Bones, she suspected that the most likely enemy to hire assassins to cause her trouble was the Ghost Hand Society, as the destruction of two human trafficking industrial parks had created a genuine feud between the two sides.

So, taking advantage of the fact that her target, "Fire Ghost" Colby, had returned from Silver Mirror Continent, she decided to seize the opportunity to raid the place and force her to reveal the information she wanted.

Of course, normally this would be a bit troublesome.

After all, the "Red Pepper" nightclub is located in the city center, not far from the Church of Soulfire. At any time, necromancers from the Holy Spirit Sect, special police from the police headquarters, or even the military from the border may come to support her. If things escalate and attract attention from all sides, it will not be a good thing for her.

But now with the light and shadow magic "Shadow Cloak," the situation is different. Yvette can blend silently into the shadows like the silver-ranked assassin Deadham, bypassing most of the guards to reach her target. Even after killing someone, escaping will be much easier.

Ten minutes later, through the shadows of the outer wall, Yvette entered the top floor of the nightclub. The air in the corridor was filled with the smells of alcohol, perfume, and cigars, which made her frown slightly.

As a key asset of the gang, Red Pepper operates on a local area network, making it impossible to obtain information from the outside. The only way to gain access is through physical intrusion or by checking each room in turn to locate Colby.

After using Shadow Cloak to evade several gangsters guarding her, Yvette arrived outside a large room, where she heard voices coming from inside.

She listened for a while and found that there were quite a few people inside, and they all had strong local accents, which made her translation program unable to work.

She glanced at the nameplate on the room, confirmed that it was indeed the chairman's office, then kicked the door open and went inside.

The massive door panel, adorned with metal trim, swung open to the left and right, slamming heavily against the wall with a dull thud.

Under the glaring overhead lights, the nine people froze in their tracks. Most of them sat around an expensive mahogany table, while at the far end sat a chubby middle-aged man, none other than "Fire Demon" Colby.

"Damn it! Who?!"

Suddenly someone kicked the door open, and Colby cried out in surprise. The rest of his men drew their guns and aimed them at the intruder.

But after seeing the silver-haired girl's face clearly, the expressions of the gang members became strange. Except for Colby, none of the others knew anything about the silver-haired girl's background. They just looked at her beautiful face and delicate figure and guessed that this was some entertainment arranged by their boss. Their mood immediately relaxed a lot.

Colby's face suddenly turned extremely pale.

He clearly remembered that tonight was the day of the operation by the assassins from Neon Nightmare that he had hired. Although they were not top-tier assassins, they were still super experts in the assassin world. How could they let their target appear here unharmed?

Could it be that he misremembered the time? Wasn't the Silver Medal Assassin's operation scheduled for tonight? Or perhaps... the assassins of Neon Nightmare failed?

No…impossible…maybe the assassin hasn’t made a move yet…and even if he failed, the employer’s information is confidential, and Nameless couldn’t possibly have found out about it…

Colby reacted quickly, first giving his men a wink, then looking at the silver-haired girl before him, and saying in a bewildered tone, "This...uh...Miss? May I ask what brings you here so late at night..."

The eight gangsters looked at each other in bewilderment, but then put their guns away.

Yvette had no interest in playing games with Colby's pretentious act. She went straight to the point: "How do we find the 'General'?"

"Huh?" Colby was stunned for a moment, wondering if he had misheard.

“Answer me, how do I find the ‘General’?” Yvette repeated, looking at him expressionlessly. “I’ll give you ten seconds.”

The air in the room suddenly fell silent. Apart from Colby, whose expression was unpredictable, the other eight gangsters all wore strange expressions, looking at Yvette as if she were a fool.

They suspected that the young girl was some kind of hothead from who-knows-where, otherwise how could she have come up with the idea of ​​asking "The General," the kingpin behind the entire western frontier of Rustbone, in front of "Fire Ghost" Colby, the local bully of Fusjiang?

Is she out of her mind?

But to the eight gangsters' utter surprise, less than four or five seconds had passed in the ten seconds before Colby hurriedly said, "I'll talk! I'll talk! Please calm down, sir..."

The eight gang members all turned their heads and looked at their boss in disbelief, wondering in unison if there was something wrong with their ears.

Chapter 118 General

He led the unnamed lady to the large, leather-covered chairman's chair behind the glass door and warmly brewed her a pot of Ceylon tea. Although she didn't seem inclined to drink any, Colby ignored the shocked and bewildered looks of his subordinates and did his best to be the most courteous.

Then he gave a fawning smile and said, "General, you are the king of the western region of Rusty Bones. Most of the border cities are under the control of the Ghost Hand Society, but... I'm ashamed to say that we, the managers of local industries, can't actually contact you on our own initiative. We have to wait for you to give us instructions."

Then, seeing Yvette narrow her eyes, he hurriedly added, "But, but it's not entirely hopeless! The 'General' is looking for two people in Fusjiang... uh, not you, Miss Anonymous. There will be an operations meeting here soon, and besides me, the officials from nearby cities will also be attending, as will the General himself. This is our only chance..."

"Who are we looking for?" Yvette's heart skipped a beat.

"They said they were two little girls... but I really don't know anything more! It's classified! Absolutely classified! That's all I know... I'm sure more information will be revealed at the action meeting," Colby said confidently.

The information he provided to Yvette was a typical example of selective disclosure. He omitted the fact that the general wanted to kill the nameless man, so that the nameless man would not connect the assassination attempt he had just experienced in the neon nightmare with him. The same was true for other aspects.

However, she seemed quite cooperative, as if she knew everything, which made Yvette's interrogation process exceptionally smooth.

So, after thinking it over, Yvette decided to change the original death sentence for the gang members involved in human trafficking to a suspended death sentence.

Because she suddenly realized that they might still be useful to her in the present moment.

……

Since Colby and the others had cleaned up their terminals thoroughly, leaving few clues, Yvette left the Red Hot Chili Peppers nightclub after checking it over, seemingly preparing to plan the Ghost Hand Society's action meeting in a couple of days.

Once the silver-haired girl's figure disappeared into the darkness outside the window, Colby sank into the cold leather sofa, panting heavily.

"Big Brother! What's the deal with that woman just now?" the eight underlings couldn't help but ask. In Rustbone, due to information control issues, the famous mercenary Wuming, who was renowned in the United States, was virtually unknown in Rustbone. If it weren't for the death of "Dead Eye" Bryce and the general's mission, even Colby wouldn't have bothered to gather relevant intelligence.

“She’s the ‘nameless one’ who killed Bryce, and the one the general wants to kill.” Colby lit a cigarette, seemingly deep in thought, shadows falling over his dark eyes.

"She's Nameless?" The eight henchmen were taken aback. They thought to themselves that it was a good thing they hadn't attacked yet. If even a monster like Bryce couldn't beat her, they weren't really confident that all eight of them could take her down.

Colby didn't speak. He walked to the window and looked out to make sure that Nameless wasn't eavesdropping outside. Only then did he close the window. His previous fear and obsequiousness vanished, leaving only a cold, contemptuous ruthlessness.

He chuckled coldly and said, "Hmph, it's good that she's just a novice. She's too soft-hearted and doesn't even know to silence people... Let the general kill this presumptuous little girl."

The fact that the communication between the supervisor and the general is one-way is already a semi-public secret, and it is one of the reasons why the general is rarely seen.

But one thing he didn't mention was that not all managers were unable to contact the general. For example, Colby, a local strongman in the industry with outstanding performance, was one of the few "favorites" who had control over communication channels with the general.

He had deliberately concealed this matter because he wanted to set a trap for the silver-haired girl with the general. Once they successfully captured her, he would make a grand entrance as the victor. He couldn't even imagine how interesting the nameless young lady's expression would be.

Moreover, this is an open strategy, because the general only appears once. Even if the opponent knows it's a trap, they will still fall into it, which is the most pleasing part.

……

The rain had stopped at 3 a.m.

After navigating the deserted streets with few pedestrians and wading through puddles, Colby arrived at the entrance of the Church of Soulfire. Opening the car door, a rush of damp, cold air hit him. He took a few breaths to calm his still somewhat nervous heart, crossed the empty square in front of the church, and walked to a small door at the edge.

Behind this small door was a forest path leading to a hidden back door of the Church of Soulfire. He was shocked to learn of this method of contacting the general, realizing that the general indeed had some connection to the church. However, actually using this method was a first for him.

After looking around and making sure there was no one nearby, Colby rang the doorbell. A moment later, a deacon wearing a black hood came over, opened the door for him without saying a word, and let him in.

Colby couldn't understand how the deacon had discerned his intentions, letting him in without even asking what he wanted. He could only marvel at the general's extraordinary abilities and how his cooperation with the church had reached such a profound level.

After the deacon returned to his patrol, he continued forward and arrived at a small entrance at the back of the church. The door was unlocked, so he pushed it open and entered the rear section of the church. The corridor here was filled with the smell of aged wood. Continuing straight ahead, there was a special confessional. This confessional was usually under maintenance and not open, but it was precisely Colby's destination.

He walked to the confessional, pushed it open, pressed a switch on the wall, and waited quietly. About half an hour later, Colby heard someone enter through the grid-like partition wall of the confessional. A deep, hoarse male voice followed: "Colby, you wanted to see me? What's up?"

That's the general's voice!

Colby's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately reported, "General, that nameless woman...she found me! I hired an assassin from Neon Nightmare to deal with her...but it seems I failed! I'm truly sorry! She forced me to reveal the meeting in two days. She'll probably come looking for you that day, and I'm a little worried..."

A deep silence fell across the cubicle, until the general's voice finally came again: "Is there anything else?"

"No...no more..."

"I see."

Is that all? After waiting a while, seeing that the general didn't intend to continue speaking, Colby was a little surprised. He thought there would be something about him helping with the ambush preparations, or at least making amends, right? He didn't expect the general's reaction to be so calm, as if he wasn't the one being targeted by the Nameless One.

As expected of a general, he has everything under control... He breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that his mission was finally accomplished. He turned around, stroked the doorknob, and pulled open the iron door of the confessional.

The dim yellow wall lamps in the corridor outside the door cast a meager, gloomy glow.

The instant he stepped out of the confessional, a sharp blue light suddenly flashed across his neck, severing his head! Colby felt a chill on the side of his neck, and his vision suddenly tumbled and turned upside down. The last thing he saw was his own obese corpse slowly falling over.

The general is right here... Am I dead?

How could this be?

He was lost in thought until the very last moment before his consciousness faded, when he saw that familiar silver hair emerge from the shadows.

……

Without glancing at the headless corpse beside her, Yvette emerged from the shadows, entered the confessional, looked at the wooden partition that divided the confessional in two, then reached out and created a swirling blue vortex, tearing the partition apart.

The dust from the cracks mixed with tiny wood chips spread out, but the person behind the wall remained standing still.

When the dust settled, what came into Yvette's view was the face of Hoyle Koss, the requiem priest.

But Yvette knew this wasn't Hoyle himself, because his current state was truly bizarre. His face was stiff like a wax figure, and his eyes were flashing with an eerie green light, making him look like he was possessed by an evil spirit.

No wonder Hoyle suspected that someone in the Church of Soulfire was colluding with the Ghost Hand Society and had been unable to find out for so long... Yvette thought to herself, if the colluder was herself, how could she have found out?

"Good evening, Miss Nameless." The general controlling Hoyle's body said calmly, seemingly unsurprised and not angry about Colby's death. "I didn't expect you to come to me on your own initiative."

"Should I call you General, or Lord Lind Benedict, the High Priest of Reincarnation?" Yvette asked calmly.

Since it was known beforehand that Hoyle Koss was a level three mage and a necromancer, it was easy to conclude that the person who could manipulate Hoyle in this way without him noticing was at least a level five necromancer, or another level five mage skilled in soul magic.

Although the "General" of the Ghost Hand Society is terrifying and mysterious, it is ultimately just a large-scale criminal gang involved in human trafficking. It doesn't seem like a job that the Trinity or the Papacy would do personally. This means that it is most likely one of the five major priests of the Holy Spirit Church who is also in charge.

At this point, combined with the "general's" sphere of influence, it can be immediately deduced that the general's true identity is Lind Benedict, one of the five high priests of reincarnation and the direct superior of the Requiem Priest Hoyle, because he is the only one who is the highest leader of the Rustybone Western Diocese.

"You reacted quickly," the general said coldly, but did not deny it.

“I thought you would try to argue your way out of it,” Yvette said.

“There’s no need for that,” the general said, stating a fact. “Anyone who knows my identity will die; I’m not worried.”

“I’m a pro at using the internet. It will only take a short time to spread this message so far that even the old lady at the village entrance knows about it,” Yvette reminded him.

“You won’t have that chance.” The general’s tone gradually changed, taking on a cold tone, as if he were issuing a proclamation. He said contemptuously, “Now, prepare to face the final moments of your life, Miss Nameless.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Yvette heard a loud noise coming from outside. She looked out the window next to her and saw countless snow-white skeletal arms emerging from the ground in the church garden, spreading their five fingers towards the night sky, like white bone grass covering the mountains and fields, wriggling and swaying in the evening breeze.

Chapter 119 Skeleton Legion

Yvette frowned slightly. Although she had confirmed the general's true identity, he was not actually here. He was using the body of the Soul-Soothing Priest Hoyle. She couldn't very well kill Hoyle, could she? Not only would she feel guilty for indiscriminately killing good people, but there would also be a big problem of who to settle the mercenary contract with after it was completed.

With that thought in mind, Yvette sighed and decided to leave immediately.

She planned to physically hack into Fusjiang's police station to check the security cameras in the area and see if she could find out where the mastermind "Lind Benedict" was hiding. Otherwise, it would be a waste of her time to fight against the undead he controlled every time.

It can only be said that compared to the five conventional elemental magics, necromancy is somewhat less effective in combat.

Glancing at the indifferent-looking general, Yvette planned to take off immediately, but the wind element that had just been generated beneath her feet suddenly disintegrated on its own.

Instead of taking off as expected, Yvette muttered to herself, "No-fly zone?"

"That's right, the no-fly zone has been activated, and you can't escape now." The general chuckled contemptuously.

A no-fly zone is a super spell activated by a large-scale spellcasting unit, involving millions of units. It can be regarded as a unique "magic circle" or "forbidden spell" of the origin civilization.

By placing large-scale spellcasting units underground in the city, enclosing the urban area like a fence, and then activating them with massive amounts of magical energy, the effect of prohibiting flight can be achieved. The core method has two layers: first, interfering with all the wind elements in this area, causing all spells centered on the wind element to collapse on their own; second, applying force field spells, using the force field suppression effect to restrict the floating state.

After several attempts, whether it was floating in the air or summoning wind blades, the result was always disintegration. This was the first time Yvette had experienced the power of a million-level spell, and the experience was quite amazing.

Especially since this technique seemed to be specifically designed for her, she was even more flattered.

Just as she was testing the effects of various wind element spells, the back door of the church was kicked open by the skeletons with a loud bang.

Despite the commotion, none of the patrolling deacons of the Church of Soulfire appeared, as if they had all fallen into a deep sleep. The entire massive Church of Soulfire, and even the surrounding woodlands and gardens, became a playground for the dead at this moment, with Yvette being the only mortal who had mistakenly entered the underworld.

Glancing at the general with a cold smile, Yvette walked out of the confessional and stood in the wide corridor of the church.

Across the corridor, the skeleton soldiers had already swarmed in, their eye sockets burning with eerie green phosphorescence. They charged forward madly, almost on all fours, their mouths opening and closing incessantly, making a clicking sound like a green and white tide.

Yvette thought for a moment, then pulled out a lightning blade from a runic ring beside her. With a flick of her right hand, the lightning blade extended outwards, transforming into a lightning whip over ten meters long.

Lightning and fire are the two most effective elements for undead creatures. Since the skeletons in her field of vision were endless, she planned to fight in the most mana-efficient way.

Although she has a lot of magic, who knows what the general has planned here? The skeleton army might just be the easiest level here.

Hurriedly heading towards the direction of the skeleton horde, Yvette drew her lightning whip forward, and as expected, a large number of skeletons howled and emitted blue smoke.

Judging from the specifications of the spells, if the Priestess of Reincarnation is indeed a level 5 mage, then the spells she uses can also reach the 100,000 specification, which is on par with Yvette at present.

Of course, Yvette possesses a much larger amount of knowledge, having basically mastered the five elemental spells. She also has a total amount of magic power and spiritual strength that ordinary mages cannot possess, giving her a huge advantage in terms of numerical values.