Millennium Witch

At this moment, piercing sirens were already sounding on the outer streets, shattering the tranquility of the night and startling countless tenants in their cheap rooms.

But there were no shuttles flying in the sky, only evil spirits. The reason was simple—the entire Fusjiang was in a "no-fly zone," and all wind element spells would automatically dissipate. Only special forms of existence like souls could fly in the sky.

As Yvette walked through the increasingly noisy corridor, she saw that on the street outside, police and priests had blocked the exits and were beginning to advance in an orderly manner. Further away on the street, magical mechs, like steel demons, strode heavily across the long street and reached a relatively wide intersection, where they stood and served as heavy artillery emplacements.

The situation looked extremely dangerous, but Yvette remained remarkably calm.

She gathered her thoughts, then transformed into a crimson meteor, shooting out of the broken window of the honeycomb and crashing into the street below!

Screams rang in her ears, followed by shouts and interrogations. Before the encirclement could be formed, Yvette immediately turned around and, like an arrow released from a bow, charged towards the magical mechs at the nearest intersection.

"Looking for death." The pilot of the magical mech let out a contemptuous sneer, but it's no wonder he thought that way. Anyone who saw someone trying to challenge this war monster made by steel and iron with their own strength would have the same thought.

Let alone cyborgs or cyborgs, even top-tier level three or four mages wouldn't dare to do this!

Thus, accompanied by his cold laugh, the heavy cannons mounted on the arm of the magical mech went into full firepower, spewing deadly tongues of fire. Shells rained down like meteors, and an even denser stream of enchanted projectiles and a rain of light composed of various destructive spells poured down on the slender red figure like a storm.

No one would believe that anything could survive under such firepower; even top mages would have to temporarily avoid the onslaught.

Surprisingly, the red figure did not fall. Without the assistance of wind magic, her movements were not very agile. She tried her best to walk in an S-shaped curve to avoid the heavy artillery fire, but the thousands of bullets and magical torrents fell on her, yet they could not crush her for a long time.

Then, just as she approached within 20 meters of the magical mech, a sudden change occurred.

Her speed suddenly increased, and at the same time, a longsword made of pure white bones suddenly appeared in her hand, with blazing flames rising and wrapping around the blade, like a fiery dragon soaring into the sky!

In an instant, time seemed to freeze. The magic barrier shattered into starlight, and sword light, accompanied by waves of flame, sliced ​​through the air. Amidst the ear-piercing sound of metal tearing apart, a precious magical mech, worth billions and one of only ten in the entire Rustbone Free State, was actually cleaved in two by that slender figure!

boom--

The deafening explosion drowned out all the sirens. The intersection was like a small sun rising, with flames and shockwaves raging wildly. Metal fragments and road debris were sent flying in all directions like a deadly rainstorm, leaving behind a mushroom cloud that swallowed the entire intersection.

At the edge of the thick smoke, police officers, priests, soldiers… everyone was stunned. They had only received orders to find three little girls who had committed multiple serious crimes, threatened national security, and blasphemed against God. How could they have imagined that these little girls would possess such terrifying power?

Is this still human?

The church sends these ordinary humans, ordinary cyborgs, and ordinary mages to capture this kind of thing?

Who is arresting whom here?

On the scorching, parched earth, Yvette, gripping her flame-enchanted bone blade, slowly turned around, only to find that the previously intense hail of bullets had now fallen silent. The fully armed enemy soldiers stared at her like quails, their guns raised but their triggers frozen in fear, their expressions as if they had seen a ghost.

In fact, they had consumed a lot of Yvette's magic power; if this continued, the situation might change.

But if we did that, most of the people on site would die, and the credit would be taken by others who arrived later. Nobody wanted to be the sacrifice.

Beneath the silent smoke and dust, flames soared into the sky, and the evil spirits flying everywhere could no longer bear to watch.

They shrieked and lunged, but were quickly annihilated by the flames. Fire magic is inherently effective against spirits, and now that the spell incorporates soul flames, ordinary evil spirits would be destroyed in droves.

After some of the evil spirits suffered severe punishment, the remaining evil spirits multiplied in the sky, but none of them dared to come down.

These evil spirits all came from the necromancers among the priests. Once their evil spirits died, the attached spirits were gone, and they would suffer excruciating pain, as if their spirits were being torn apart. Seeing so many of their colleagues bending over in agony, the others naturally dared not continue to try.

For a moment, the situation seemed to be at a standstill. The silver-haired girl in the black dress stood still, holding a bone blade enchanted with flames, while the people surrounding her stared at each other, none of them daring to make the first move.

Yvette thought it was fine this way; she was just here to show off anyway. But soon, she suddenly realized something and turned to look at the roof of a building next to her. Sure enough, a dark figure was standing there quietly, looking down at her.

“Miss Wuming, you actually possess such strength. It was worth it for me to come looking for you in person,” said Soulfire Saint.

Yvette looked at him quietly without answering, thinking to herself, "As expected, the other party only sent a specially crafted clone; the real body is nowhere to be found."

Necromancers are indeed very cunning.

Fortunately, she has mastered Soul Flame, so even against enemies who are purely spiritual, her elemental magic can produce very impressive results.

After a moment, seeing Yvette remain silent and indifferent, Soulfire Saint had the intention to test the waters. He looked down at her, a ferocious skeleton materializing beside him, roaring as it lunged forward.

Yvette cleaved it in two with her sword, then started running forward. She couldn't fly now, so she could only use her momentum to rush up the stairs in one breath.

During the process, the bone blade in his hand transformed from raging fire into lightning, which was more effective against the undead, and was mixed with ghostly green soul flames.

The reason she used melee combat instead of ranged magic was because she had already consumed a significant amount of mana in the previous battle. The Soulfire Saintess was likely the strongest enemy she had ever encountered, so naturally she wanted to choose a strategy that optimized mana consumption.

Upon seeing this, the Soulfire Saint immediately retreated, and a large number of soul shadows floated out from the black mist around his body, condensing into several ferocious, fang-filled giant mouths of evil spirits that lunged to bite.

Yvette then brandished her bone blade, transforming it into a silver-green woven net that sliced ​​the evil spirits to pieces.

Soon, their battleground shifted from the ground to the rooftops of buildings. They leaped and bounded from rooftop to rooftop, appearing from afar like two fleeting silhouettes against a vast starry sky, chasing each other, neither giving way, sometimes colliding, sometimes separating.

A massive wave of elements and runes swept across every corner of the surrounding area. Even the slightest glimmer of lightning was like a bolt of lightning falling from the sky, easily splitting ancient roadside trees, as thick as several people could hug, into charcoal.

Even from several streets away, one could clearly feel the constant vibrations in the air, as if two ancient beasts were locked in fierce combat.

Meanwhile, atop a clock tower further away, legendary journalist Cromwell raised his camera and exclaimed excitedly, "Holy crap...that's fucking awesome!!"

"I want the whole world to see this live!!"

Chapter 128 Escape

Click, click, click.

Inside the dimly lit sewer, water droplets seeping from the ceiling pattered against the steps of the irrigation canal. The beam of a flashlight fell, illuminating the damp, greasy floor. Liana followed behind Firefly, proceeding cautiously. The air was thick with the pungent, acrid stench of decaying organic matter, causing one to unconsciously frown.

Not long after, Liana felt Zero move slightly in her arms. She looked down and saw Zero's dark red pupils staring at her hazily, as if waking from a dream, seemingly not yet understanding what had happened.

"Sleep a little longer?" Liana suggested.

Zero shook his head, released her body, stood on the stone slab of the sewer, looked around, then wrinkled his nose and showed a disgusted expression.

"This is where?"

“The sewers,” Liana said.

Why are we here?

"They're escaping; this is the planned route."

"She made the order?"

"We all booked it together, are you sleeping?"

"Oh~"

Zero yawned lazily, seemingly completely detached from the atmosphere of escaping for his life, as if he were just playing a game.

"Yvette, do you want to join the battle?" Firefly turned her head and asked. She was using an old housekeeping puppet body. Although she had a gun, she was still not very confident about the possible battle that was about to take place.

Since escaping the Abyss Base, Zero has been in charge of handling all the dangers. Firefly and Liana have combat power but almost no combat experience. They cannot remain calm and composed or handle situations with ease like Zero.

Zero was about to nod when Liana said, "No, you should continue resting."

Zero looked at her and saw Liana meet her gaze firmly. She said gently and earnestly, "You're not feeling well. We'll take care of it."

During her time in Fusjiang, or more precisely, during her last few days in New Eden, Zero has inexplicably become extremely lethargic. Liana has asked her whether this is due to overuse of her abilities or illness, but the answer she receives is always "it's nothing."

Liana certainly didn't believe that nothing was wrong, but even if something was, she was helpless. So the only thing she could do was to let Zero consume as little energy as possible and rest as much as possible, while she and Firefly would share the rest of the work.

In the dim light, Zero chuckled, clearly understanding her meaning, and nodded, saying, "Okay, I won't intervene unless absolutely necessary."

Liana smiled slightly and said confidently, "Just watch!"

The group continued forward. Firefly, with her steel frame, powerful firearms, and flashlight, led the way. Liana followed, like a lurking tabby cat, ready to strike any enemy that might appear with her Shadow Touch. Zero was the laziest, squinting and dozing off as he walked, his eyelids constantly drooping.

A few minutes later, the first group of enemies appeared around the corner.

That was an outlet of the sewer system. The wet canal reflected the orange light. Three priests in white robes stood guard there. One held a long staff, another held a glowing shield, and the last held a gun, forming a three-person team that was good at both offense and defense.

Although their helmets were fully reflective, obscuring their faces, their voices echoed back, seemingly expressing their dissatisfaction with guarding the sewers and grumbling about it.

"Should we fire?" Firefly asked. Its gun was stolen from somewhere by Zero; it was a high-end model, the kind that used enchanted bullets, infused with a powerful pulse spell and a metal bullet, capable of penetrating steel plates and ordinary magic barriers.

As long as the three priests don't have time to raise their shields, with Firefly's superhuman aiming ability, he could potentially get three headshots and wipe out the enemy team instantly.

"I'll go first!" Liana shook her head. From beneath her black cloak, the Shadow Touch emerged, like three black snakes, silently approaching the three guardians against the black stone walls and cast iron pipes of the sewers.

Immediately afterwards, muffled groans rang out, and the three white-robed guardians fell straight to the ground. They too had undergone semi-mechanical cybernetic modifications, even their hearts were artificial, but the Shadow Touch possessed terrifying penetrating power, piercing directly through their helmets, killing them instantly without even a chance to scream.

"Wow, Liana, if your abilities grow, you'll be just like your sister, right?" Firefly exclaimed in amazement. "Maybe even more powerful than Yvette."

"I wish that day would really come," Liana said wistfully.

Zero kicked Firefly and said irritably, "Lead the way."

"Oh..." The firefly hurried forward.

The three continued onward, and each time they encountered a squad of guardians on duty, Liana would silently carry out an assassination. The communication equipment they dropped would be hacked by Firefly to maintain contact for the deceased.

In this way, in the eyes of the commanders of the mission, these areas remained perfectly harmonious, and every call received a precise and rapid response.

The journey through the sewers lasted for several tens of minutes. When the group finally emerged from a crack in the fence of an abandoned sewage treatment plant, the rush of cold air invigorated Liana—although the smell here wasn't pleasant either, it was still better than the sewers.

"Where is this?" Zero looked around curiously.

"The old factory area is now abandoned. It used to be a gathering place for homeless people in Fusijiang, but since the start of martial law, everyone here has been cleared out."

Yinghuo explained, "There are many abandoned factory buildings here. My sister has arranged a lot of living supplies for us here in advance, which can last for at least half a month."

Liana was also visiting this place for the first time, her gaze falling on the old factory buildings beside the river. Their outlines were faintly visible in the darkness, reminiscent of old school buildings that are often used as adventure locations in horror movies.

“Our safe house is inside,” Firefly said, guiding the two toward a huge factory nearby.

As she got closer, with the help of starlight and moonlight, Liana could see the factory more clearly.

This appears to be a steel mill, with huge blast furnaces, but it has been abandoned for a long time. The area around the factory is just overgrown with weeds, and further away, you can see city streets and rows of neon lights.

Besides, there's a river on one side of the wasteland, connected to an abandoned sewage treatment plant. Large swaths of multicolored fluorescent light permeate the river, seemingly caused by some kind of magical potion pollution; it looks both disgusting and strange.

"Should I signal my sister to retreat..." Firefly muttered as she walked, but just then, a fleeting figure in the shadows caught her attention, and she cried out, "Who?!"

The newcomer stood in the shadows of the building, moving slowly. But when he was less than 100 meters away from the three, he suddenly accelerated and charged straight at them! Once inside the flashlight beam, Liana could see clearly what the other person looked like: a man with eerily pale skin and green eyes.

—Zombies!

The same words flashed through the minds of Liana and Firefly.

As expected, the Holy Spirit Sect could not have missed this place. The reason why they did not send a cult, police or army to guard this place is because there are spirits of the dead wandering here... Doesn't that mean that there is at least one necromancer hiding in this place?

Instinctively, Firefly pulled the trigger, and an enchanted bullet with a powerful pulse shot out of the barrel, sending the zombie flying. But unexpectedly, its head didn't explode; it just twisted and deformed, and quickly scrambled to its feet.

Firefly fired several shots in quick succession, finally blowing the zombie's head off and splattering juices everywhere.

Then it lowered its gun and said nervously, "Liana, the necromancers here seem really powerful!"

"Why?" Liana asked.

"The gun I'm using is a high-end weapon from Black Tower Pharmacy. It should be an instant headshot kill for ordinary zombies, but that zombie just now took three headshots. That just shows the necromancer behind it is very skilled." Firefly calmly analyzed, then her tone quickly turned cowardly. "Uh, how about we go back to the sewers? It doesn't seem safe here either..."

"Don't be nervous!" Liana said firmly. "My sister said that the necromancer's true form is very weak. As long as I find the true form, I can defeat it."

Just then, Zero suddenly patted Liana's arm, and when Liana looked over, she pointed to the weeds next to her.

Then, Liana noticed that the ground there had been moving in a strange, creeping motion, as if countless field mice were scurrying about underneath. After a while, pale human hands emerged from the soil, looking terrifying in the moonlight.

"Go!" Liana grabbed Zero's wrist and rushed into the depths of the steel plant, intending to cross the entire abandoned factory and escape from the other side.

Firefly followed behind the two little girls, providing cover fire as they retreated, repelling the zombies charging at the front.

"There are so many!!" A dozen seconds later, seeing the dense horde of corpses surging towards her from behind, Firefly put away her gun and shouted as she ran, "Do you think they eat the puppets?"

"I don't know..." Liana was also quite frightened. She was just a 10-year-old girl. Even if she had fighting power, how could she not be terrified when she saw ghosts and monsters?

She immediately started running as fast as she could, leaving only a trail of afterimages in her wake. Zero was being pulled by the wrist, his feet off the ground, floating behind her like a flag. His smile remained unchanged, as if he was enjoying the feeling of being carried away.

A few seconds later, from the shadows of the steel mill building directly ahead, another group of zombies emerged, their eyes glowing green as they blocked her path. Left with no other choice, Liana activated Shadow Touch, her three whips lashing out fiercely, sending the zombies flying and clearing a path.

"Charge!" Liana breathed a sigh of relief. She had almost ordered Zero to make a move, but now it seemed the situation hadn't reached that point yet.

Passing through the narrow gaps between the buildings, a relatively open meadow appeared ahead, and the abandoned wall could be seen further away.

Just when they were about to escape, a giant zombie, over three meters tall, suddenly leaped from the top of the abandoned steel mill's blast furnace, landing in front of the three and kicking up thick clouds of dust. At the same time, the surrounding zombies changed their behavior; instead of rushing forward, they stopped at a certain distance and circled around the perimeter at least a hundred meters away.

Liana was confused about what was going on. She looked over cautiously and found that although the zombie giant's eyes were glowing, its expression was not dull. In fact, it was quite expressive and clearly showed intelligence.

"Who are you?" Liana asked coldly.

"Hi, everyone, cute little mice, and that iron lump over there. My name is 'Ducha Bessmai,' and my rank in the Holy Church is 'High Priest of Reincarnation.' It's a pleasure to meet you all," the giant zombie said with a smile.

Chapter 129 Bone Dragon

Above a thick, dark cloud in the night sky, moonlight poured down without obstruction, turning the entire sea of ​​clouds into a flowing silver ribbon. The countless stars seemed within reach, so dazzling they were almost unreal.

In this utterly tranquil world above the clouds, a colossal skeletal dragon, almost the size of a battleship, lies dormant. Its skeletal wings are adorned with translucent membranes, and its snow-white spine resembles undulating mountains. Completely unaffected by the no-fly zone, it hovers here, like a forgotten, isolated island in the sky.

At the location of the bone dragon skull sat two men dressed in magnificent priestly robes. They not only set up tables and chairs there, but even had the leisure to brew a pot of red tea on the table, seemingly completely unconcerned about the hustle and bustle of the city below.