Mystery: The Witch of Desire

Tracy snorted coldly, her whole demeanor turning icy, and a powerful aura emanating from her.

The spiritual pressure startled Livre, who instinctively jumped up and looked at Tracy warily.

She had felt this powerful aura several times before; it was something that a Sequence 5 could never possess.

This is the powerful aura of a demigod!

Tracy has ascended to demigodhood? How is that possible? I already stole her materials, and when did she even complete the ritual...?

At that moment, Livre suddenly remembered the newspaper she had seen when she arrived in Vanterrick.

At the time, she was only focused on browsing the news of Lieutenant General Gamour's assassination and paid no attention to the reports about the spread of an epidemic near Port Fabuni.

It turned out that it was a ceremony Tracy was preparing for her promotion...

Livre felt an immense fear and disbelief at that moment.

Now, Tracy exudes the majesty of a demigod; her hair transforms into countless moving spider silks, dancing in the air and creating a heavy, stagnant feeling; several mirrors hover around her, releasing a chilling aura of disease.

“I had already stopped hating you,” Tracy said angrily, her hair, transformed into spider silk, reaching towards Livia. “But today you’ve come to me again. If I don’t give you the most severe punishment, I will be unworthy of the name of a demigod!”

Livre swallowed hard, her mind racing.

A few seconds later, she said in a deep voice:

"Berna, she's been caught."

“Berna?” Tracy stopped, looking somewhat taken aback. “Where is she?”

"She was captured by Admiral Blood and taken to the ship, where she suffered extremely terrible treatment."

Livre vividly described the treatment Berna suffered after being captured, and Tracy's face darkened.

In addition, she obtained the potion recipe for a Sequence 7 arsonist and analyzed the arsonist's corresponding abilities:

My spirituality has been greatly enhanced, and I can open my spiritual vision in a more discreet and faster way. I can see the colors of various parts of my "etheric body" instead of just a chaotic and monotonous image.

Danger intuition has been enhanced to a certain extent. It is no longer only triggered when a problem is about to erupt. This intuition can be stimulated by observing the environment and gathering information. Consequently, it is more able to detect whether someone is following it and can make fuller and more perfect use of its own anti-tracking skills.

They gained the ability to control flames:

Condensation and Compression: A flock of fire crows can be quickly condensed around the body. Each fire crow is assigned a small amount of spirituality, so that even after it leaves the body, it can still be slightly controlled, allowing for fine-tuning of the trajectory and initial target locking.

Blazing White Spear: Can quickly condense blazing white flames and fix them in the form of a spear. After being imbued with spiritual power, it can also roughly guide the fireballs it releases and correct their attack trajectory.

Wall of Fire: Using itself as the source and the earth as the medium, it summons two fire serpents to rush towards the target, constructing a blazing wall of flames around it.

Chapter 217 Liver Doesn't Want to Have Children

Seeing Tracy's gloomy expression, Livre knew that Berna held a certain place in her heart, so she felt relieved and continued:

"I fought Señor to rescue your witch, but a powerful member of the Rose School arrived on the battlefield, forcing me to flee. I was also corrupted by desire, which is why..."

Upon hearing this, Tracy's light blue eyes revealed a complex expression.

After a while, she released Elaine from her restraints and said to Livre:

“Take me to Señor.”

Livre paused for a moment, then carefully reminded him:

"Are you sure? Señor has a powerful ally on his side."

Tracy snorted coldly:

"So what? We have two demigods on our side!"

She included her mother, Katarina, in the calculation.

But Señor has an angel on his side...

Liviel did not explicitly state the divine child's status, firstly because she could not accurately determine whether the other party was an angel; secondly because if the sky were to fall, someone else would hold it up, and if she wanted to seize the 'Soul of War,' she would have to stir up trouble and involve more powerful beings.

If she told Tracy that the other party had an angel, Tracy probably wouldn't dare to go anymore, and then there would be no way to take away the 'Soul of War'.

Moreover, based on her understanding of the Divine Child, the other party probably didn't actually go to the scene, but only sent some kind of power from a distance; otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to come back alive at all...

After some thought, Livre stepped forward and grabbed Tracy's arm.

Tracy trembled slightly, clearly still reeling from what had just happened, and was particularly sensitive to Livre's physical contact.

Liviel had just absorbed a large amount of life force from Tracy, and her spirituality had been largely restored, enough to support the upcoming teleportation and battle.

Without much hesitation, Livre raised the sapphire ring and activated Mirror Transmission.

The two figures appeared on Señor's fourth ship, in the cell where Berna was being held.

Berna was no longer in her previous disheveled state. She was wrapped in a blanket and curled up in a corner. In front of her lay a frost-corroded corpse, which must have been a pirate who came to investigate but was killed by Berna, who was at Sequence 7.

Upon seeing Tracy and Livre, Berna's eyes immediately reddened, and she ran to Tracy and knelt down in front of her, overcome with emotion.

"Lady Tracy, you've finally arrived..."

She hugged Tracy's legs, tears streaming down her cheeks like the white syrup flowing from cream puffs.

Tracy tenderly ruffled her fiery red hair, gritting her teeth as she said:

"I will avenge you."

Watching the interaction between the two, Liviel couldn't help but think: The superior-subordinate relationship in the Witch Cult must be very good...

Tracy closed her eyes and sensed the mirrors on the surrounding ships. As a demigod, she could control all the mirrors within a radius of several kilometers. Soon, she opened her eyes:

“There it is.”

Before she finished speaking, her figure disappeared inch by inch, and Livre quickly followed her steps, stepping into the mirror world.

The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from a corrupted or incomplete source. It doesn't form coherent sentences or paragraphs. A direct translation isn't meaningful.

Just then, a scarlet eye opened from a mirror behind Tracy, casting its gaze upon Tracy's back. Tracy, seemingly unaware of this, continued walking forward.

Livre stopped abruptly, staring in horror at the crimson eyes.

The eye disappeared as soon as Tracy stepped out of the passage in the mirror world.

A terrifying thought suddenly popped into her mind: every time she entered the mirror world, there was an eye watching her from behind... she just didn't know it.

Thinking of this, she suddenly turned around and looked at the mirrors behind her.

The mirror showed only endless nothingness, no crimson eyes, nothing at all.

Liviel swallowed hard, not daring to linger any longer, and quickly left the mirror world.

At that moment, behind her, the surface of an inconspicuous mirror rippled.

A pair of scarlet eyes appeared, silently watching the direction Livia had left in.

After a while, the eyes disappeared, and everything returned to calm.

……

Livre stepped out of the mirror and saw Tracy already standing in front of her.

Ahead was a dimly lit room containing an ancient altar.

Señor lay in the center of the altar, his eyes wide open, looking more like a lifeless corpse than any living corpse.

At that moment, a cold, emotionless voice came from the curtains hanging around the altar:

"Disease General, and... an unknown invader."

“I should thank you. If you hadn’t severely injured Senor, I wouldn’t have been willing to offer him as a sacrifice to the gods.”

Then, as if it came to life, the curtain rolled up on both sides, smoothly tied itself into a knot, and fell to the center of the altar.

A slightly transparent figure appeared beside the altar at some point. His skin was brownish, and the wrinkles on his face formed deep furrows. His white hair was as sparse as autumn leaves, and he seemed to have lived for many, many years.

"Jacks?"

Tracy gasped in surprise, clearly not expecting the old man to appear there.

"You know him?"

Livre took a step back without making a sound, shielding Tracy in front of her, and asked in a low voice.

“He is a demigod of the Rose School.” Tracy nodded slightly. “He is an old monster who has lived for countless years.”

Just like your mother...

Liviel only silently complained to herself and did not say it aloud.

Jacks looked humbly at the candlelight, his brown eyes unwavering.

"Oh, the aura of my Lord is growing ever stronger..."

Livre swallowed hard; the air around her was heavy, as if it had been stained with ink.

Suddenly, the candlelight was tinged with all sorts of colors, each seemingly corresponding to a different desire of the observer.

The offerings on the altar moved on their own without any wind, piling up layer upon layer, resembling melting candles.

Before long, they formed a short, strange tree with an uneven surface, resembling the shell of a walnut.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Inside that tree of flesh and blood, there seemed to be a heart beating, strong and powerful.

Just as Livia was about to lose her temper with the noise, the tree withered and rotted into a pile of mud.

Soon, a palm-sized human-shaped infant emerged from the pile of mud.

The old man named Jacks, witnessing this scene, raised his hands high and began to chant devoutly and fervently:

"Ah, great Mother Tree of Desire, praise your arrival!"

He recited it many times until Tracy could no longer bear it and launched the first attack.

Tracy activated her curse ability directly. All the mirrors in the room flashed simultaneously, and without a sound, all the candlelight went out. A large number of creatures were afflicted with disease and felt the fear of death.

Even Jax, who had already reached the demigod level, coughed up a mouthful of blood.

However, the newborn baby seemed lifeless, completely unaffected, simply sitting there quietly, breathing continuously.

Suddenly, its wet, fleshy body sprouted branches and leaves, and flower buds, bringing with it a rich sense of vitality and desire.

This aura wasn't powerful, but it was exceptionally pure and rich, and to Liviel, who possessed the power of the Mother Tree of Desire, it was as alluring as spring sunshine.

What is this thing...?

Livre felt a surge of emotion welling up inside her; she couldn't help but want to get closer to the baby, to possess the baby, to nurture the baby...

She stood there, somewhat dazed, until Jacks began his counterattack.

As his aged yet powerful hand flipped up, everything in the room—tables, chairs, heads, severed limbs—came together and rushed toward Tracy and Livre one after another.

Most of the fly-like inorganic matter rushed towards Tracy, with only a few particularly grotesque heads flying towards Livre.

Livre waved them away absentmindedly, but the next second, the heads suddenly exploded, and palm-sized paper figures popped out from inside.

Those paper figures, with human-like expressions: anger, joy, hatred... suddenly burrowed into Liviel's body. In an instant, all sorts of chaotic emotions surged up, and Liviel felt as if her brain had been struck by several bolts of lightning at the same time, the pain was so intense that it felt like it was being torn apart!

So Tracy's attack was just a feint; she actually wanted to take care of me, the weaker one, first...

Liviel gave a bitter laugh, forced herself to sit up, and simply stopped trying to suppress the paper figures. Instead, she embraced all the emotions with an all-encompassing attitude.

She reached out and touched her face, and a chaotic array of flowers and leaves sprouted from her limbs, chest, and between her legs. A thick aura of desire filled the air, and all those chaotic emotions transformed into the purest form of desire.

At the same time, the eyeless infant suddenly trembled, its tiny mouth, which had been exhaling misty breaths, let out an excited shriek, and then charged towards Livia.

Before Livre could dodge, the infant grabbed her lower abdomen, its wildly flailing branches scratching at her skin as if trying to burrow into her body.

What the hell is this thing?!

Liviel swiftly switched her left hand to the Priestess of Light, and with a holy aura, slapped the infant hard, sending it flying!

But the infant seemed to have chosen Livre, ignoring the scorching light, and pounced on her again.

Before Livre could make another move, the curtains on both sides suddenly came to life, wrapping around Livre's arms and binding her tightly, making her unable to move at all.

Jacks, standing to the side, laughed wildly, his expression full of surprise:

"This is a gift from the Lord... You are actually a believer in the Lord! This is the Lord's best arrangement; you will give birth to a noble offspring for the Lord!"

Get lost! If you want to have a child, have one yourself! I, for crying and angry, am not having one!

Livre roared and kicked her legs with all her might, trying to shake off the baby who was sucking on her lower abdomen. However, the baby's little mouth was like a suction cup, sticking to her skin and bringing waves of tingling pain. She couldn't budge it at all!

A wave of despair washed over Livre, but there was nothing she could do. Tracy was locked in a fierce battle with Jacks in the distance, and she couldn't rely on her at all.