Mystery: The Witch of Desire

Oh no, am I really going to get pregnant?!

Just then, a white figure suddenly darted out from under her skirt.

Whoosh!

The figure opened its blood-red maw, and sharp fangs pierced the infant's skin, two streams of green venom seeping in.

"noob!"

Livre exclaimed in surprise; she never imagined that Little White could be of help to her in other ways!

The baby was bitten and let out a shrill scream, but it was not greatly affected and remained firmly attached to Livre.

The little white creature's tail tip touched the ground, and it sprang up, activating the hermit's ability to curse the infant's shadow.

In an instant, the toxins in the infant's body connected with the curse of the shadow, catalyzing a strong sense of filth. The infant, whose strength was not great to begin with, trembled violently and fell off Livre's body, emitting a series of piercing screams.

Livre suddenly raised her leg and kicked the baby away. Then she quickly focused her mind and released a large amount of spider silk from both hands, which became entangled with the curtain binding her.

In the distance, the mirrors that appeared around Tracy shattered one by one, and the flying mirror fragments turned into wisps of black mist, bringing various diseases such as paralysis, malaria, and impotence to Jax.

At the same time, her black hair grew long and thick, whipping around like a whip and striking Jacks with a strong, sluggish force. Jacks was struck in several places, leaving petrified marks.

Jacks' face was gloomy, his cloudy eyes darting back and forth between Livr and the baby, as if he were plotting something.

Suddenly, he shifted his position and appeared in front of Livr. His withered hand grabbed forward, shattering Livr's body. He activated Mirror Substitute and reassembled his body next to another mirror.

However, Jacks had no intention of attacking again. He used this attack to move to the baby's location, grabbed it, and then disappeared from the spot in a flash.

Livre ran forward a few steps as if out of habit, but found no trace of Jacks, so she had to stop and examine her surroundings.

The room was surrounded by blood and severed limbs, making it look like a giant slaughterhouse prepared for a sacrifice.

Suppressing the urge to burn the place down, Livre walked to the altar, cut off most of Senor's head, and preserved it with ritual magic, so that she could hand it over to Daniel for a reward later.

Then, she searched around for any trace of the 'Soul of War'.

Hopefully, Jacks didn't have time to take it with him...

The spirit of war needs to be stored inside weapons that have experienced legendary battles, so its location should be quite obvious...

Meanwhile, Tracy's actions were more like those of a witch; she picked up a mirror and began to divine the exact location of the 'Spirit of War'.

"Strange, where is this thing?"

Looking at the divination results reflected in the mirror, Tracy looked puzzled.

Just then, Livre, who was rummaging through a pile of odds and ends, had a bright look in her eyes and spotted a rectangular box about a foot long.

Daniel had described to her that the 'Spirit of War' was contained in such a box and then sealed inside the cannon's barrel.

Did Señor and his men just carelessly toss the 'Spirit of War' into a corner?

Livre felt a little strange, but while Tracy was doing her divination, she quietly slipped the rectangular box into her bosom.

Suddenly, a thick strand of hair flew over and went straight into Livre's bosom, pulling the rectangular box out.

"Playing hide-and-seek in front of me? You really underestimate a demigod!"

Tracy weighed her spoils in her hands and smiled smugly.

Uh... we were found out after all.

Liviel couldn't help but feel disappointed. Given the current gap in strength between her and Tracy, it would probably be difficult for her to retrieve the 'Soul of War'.

However, Miss Sharon's request was to steal the 'Soul of War' from the military, and if that failed, to ensure it did not fall into the hands of the Rose School.

Now that the 'Soul of War' has been taken from the military and has not fallen into the hands of the Rose School, can we consider the mission to be half completed?

Livre roused herself and bargained with Tracy:

"This is what I found, and you just took it like that? You should give me some compensation."

Tracy snorted coldly:

"For what you just did to me, not killing you is already the best compensation I can offer!"

"But you clearly seem to be enjoying it..."

Livr muttered under her breath, but wisely shut her mouth before the embarrassed and indignant Tracy could become completely enraged.

Regardless, it is unwise to provoke a demigod, even if Livre is already a dual-path Sequence 5 and can easily deal with other Sequence 5s.

Between demigods and humans lies an insurmountable chasm...

Tracy squinted, her hand stroking the outside of the rectangular box, a hint of doubt gradually appearing in her blue eyes.

She snapped the lid open, revealing what was inside:

A tattered flag stained with blood.

Is this the 'Soul of War'?

Liviel took a step closer, but sensed no spiritual presence whatsoever; it was as if it were just an ordinary flag.

Tracy's expression shifted several times before she finally spoke with certainty:

"This is fake. It has no extraordinary properties inside."

"Those bastards from the Rose School switched the goods beforehand!"

Tracy angrily threw the box aside and used the black flames to ignite the fire, setting the entire ship ablaze.

"We shouldn't stay here any longer, take us away quickly."

After Tracy set fire to the 'Tree of Flesh and Blood', she urged Livia to hurry up.

Liviel wholeheartedly agreed, noting that the angel from the Rose School might descend once more.

She and Tracy returned to Ship No. 4, and Livre grabbed Berna and Tracy with both hands, then teleported back to the Black Death.

"I have a question. I clearly replaced all the mirrors, so how did you pinpoint the location of the Black Death?"

As soon as she landed, Tracy asked with some confusion.

At this moment, she noticed Berna, who looked guilty, and her expression suddenly changed:

"Are you dreaming...?"

"You're such a bastard, always eyeing my women?"

Livre was not in the mood to respond to Tracy's anger; the more she thought about it, the more she felt that something was wrong.

Jax's escape was clearly unexpected. Why did they switch the boxes beforehand? Switching them was one thing, but leaving behind identical boxes was another. Did they really expect to fool the enemy with a flag that had no special properties?

Livre recalled the series of unusual events that had occurred earlier:

The military only dispatched a single, relatively weak warship to escort the Level 1 sealed artifact...

Governor Tybert did not react much to the attack on the Swallow and did not pursue Señor...

After successfully seizing the 'Soul of War', Señor was furious and took his anger out on his subordinates...

Livr collected her thoughts and looked at Tracy:

"Your divination just now indicated the location of the 'Spirit of War'?"

Tracy hesitated for a moment, then spoke:

"It's in a woman."

“A woman?” Livre frowned. “Let me see the divination image.”

Are you trying to negotiate with me?

Tracy haughtily raised her chin, showing no intention of obeying Livre.

I'm practically your adoptive father, so why are you being so uncooperative with me?

Liviel silently grumbled to herself, but calmly said:

"I might know some inside information. Just let me see it. After all, the results that a demigod can predict are highly credible."

Tracy seemed pleased with Livre's words, and took out a mirror, reflecting the scene from the previous divination:

It was an identical rectangular box nestled in a woman's arms, the lid slightly ajar, revealing a corner of a flag fluttering gently.

Upon seeing the woman's face clearly, Livr took a deep breath:

Janice?!

How could it be her?

Suddenly, Livre felt that things were connecting:

Janice hired me to assassinate Lieutenant General Gamour, and then she took advantage of the chaos to sneak into Gamour's mansion and steal an item.

Typert was unmoved by the attack on the Swallow, but flew into a rage over Gamour's death.

The 'Soul of War' transported by the Swallow was a fake from the start, while the real 'Soul of War' had already been transported to Gulayin City and into the hands of Lieutenant General Ganmor through some means.

But now, Gamour is dead, and the 'Spirit of War' has fallen into the hands of Janice and her brother...

Why would they want to seize the Soul of War? They're definitely not just ordinary businessmen; could they be members of the Intis military?

Tracy looked at Livre, who was deep in thought, and raised an eyebrow:

"You know her?"

"do not know."

Livre instinctively lied, not wanting Tracy to know more information.

However, Tracy wasn't so easily fooled. She snorted coldly, and spider silk surged in her palm:

"I don't mind interrogating you properly; it will be a good way to vent my anger."

My dear daughter, do you have to be so fierce...?

Livre could only smile reluctantly and say:

“I’ve met her before. She has an older brother who claims to be Intis businessmen, but now it seems they might be spies or military agents.”

Chapter 218 Caught in the Washroom

After a moment's thought, Tracy summoned the new third officer of the Black Death and instructed him to gather relevant intelligence.

"Oh, the third mate has been replaced."

Livre knew that provoking Tracy at this moment was very inappropriate, but she still couldn't help but mock Tracy, because Tracy's original third mate, Misor King, had died at her hands.

Upon hearing this, Tracy instantly became furious:

"I don't hate you, it's just that everything was arranged by Mother. But I still hate you very much. If you want me to kill you, you can continue to be unable to control your disgusting nature!"

……

Livre stopped provoking Tracy and went to the window to look outside:

The distant port of Fabuni was shrouded in a hazy fog; the streets were deserted, and the entire city was eerily silent.

However, beneath this deathly silence lies the wailing of the victims and the increasingly sharp contradictions.

Livre's heart sank, and she looked at Tracy again:

How many people died in Port Fabuni?

"I don't know, what does it have to do with me?"

Tracy lay on the bench, watching Elaine straighten Berna's clothes with an indifferent expression.

Then, she paused again and said:

"I only spread the most basic epidemic, barely enough to meet my promotion requirements. If they can't even withstand this level, it's only because they're too weak."

"This is the witch's destiny..."

This is the witch's fate...

The ritual for a witch to ascend to demigod status involves plunging over 30,000 people into a plague. The more people who die, the more intense the despair and suffering, and the better the ritual's effect.

How can I bear this sinful fate...?

Liviel didn't say much, and with a swift movement, she boarded the Fabre Port.

As Tracy said, the disease prevalent in Fabre Port was not particularly difficult to treat; in Loen, there had been many outbreaks of much more severe plagues.

However, in the colonies, the value of human life was far from equal.