Mystery: The Witch of Desire

"Puppet manipulation is prohibited here!"

As soon as the ban was issued, the mummy that was charging towards the outside of the barrier collapsed, while the other mummy was still rushing towards the two military demigods at high speed!

The Pharaoh's mummy in the Highlands was not just a puppet; it retained some of its spirit, which allowed Janice to possess it directly!

At this moment, the mummy raised its hand covered in shrouds, aimed it at Nasita, made a loose fist, and turned it halfway around.

Nasita was momentarily stunned, then found herself tightly bound in her evening gown. Almost simultaneously, the soldiers guarding the crystal exit lost control of their guns, aimed, and pulled the triggers.

boom! boom! boom!

The magical object with the small-caliber cannon also blasted the rope net towards Nasita.

The male demigod did not attempt to rescue his companion; instead, he looked at the mummy who was 'casting a spell,' clenched his right fist, and swung it down sharply:

"Execute him!"

A fleeting joy crossed his eyes, because it didn't matter if the mummy died again, but not Janice!

On the other side, the bullets and rope nets that were about to hit Nasita suddenly slowed down, as if they were trapped in a swamp of air and repelled by the law.

Naxi Da's crown of thorns suddenly shone brightly, emitting a large expanse of intense light.

Janice immediately realized that the mummy she was controlling, which was not close to the other party, had suddenly disappeared, completely erased. In other words, she had "arrived" in front of Narcida and saw the other party raise her right hand.

In that right hand, pure light condensed and transformed into a blazing spear. At the front of the spear, two pure white wings unfolded, adorning the tip like angels.

The mummy's two black gemstones had fallen out of its eyes, and its deep-set eyes seemed to reveal a look of fear.

Janice broke free from the mummy and tried to leap away using her "paper doll," only to find that the area around her was blocked by the pure white wings with their individual feathers, and she no longer had time to break the prohibition against operating the puppet.

"Submit!"

Another male demigod raised his palm and shouted loudly. A surge of intense fear overwhelmed her reason, trying to make her give up her resistance to the source and the power.

Janice is doomed! And those two military demigods haven't even suffered serious damage yet!

Livre drew the 'Last Whisper' and began to infuse it with spiritual energy, preparing to try again to buy Janice another chance.

Just then, she suddenly felt a ripple in the void beside her, and something emerged at a very fast speed.

A piercing scream suddenly rang out, and the woman in the evening gown's pupils briefly dilated.

The blazing spear in her right hand veered off course, losing its stability and disintegrating into brilliant rays that surged into the air like a storm before crashing into the solid dome of the Crystal Palace.

At that moment, Livre noticed a dirty rag doll fall beside her.

The doll now has a nearly piercing tear on its chest.

It stood up, its eyeless face twisted and contorted as if it had come to life, and it kept emitting mournful cries. This made Nasita and the male demigod, who were not far away, feel as if they were being gripped by an invisible hand, struggling and kicking their legs in mid-air.

It was thanks to the presence of this rag doll that Janice was neither "executed" nor struck by the blazing spear.

However, this rag doll clearly doesn't possess any of the extraordinary abilities that Janice has. Could it be...?

At this moment, Nasita once again erased the distance, appearing directly above this crystal palace, her crown of thorns radiating the purest light.

She pressed her right hand down and said:

"The mystery here has diminished, while reality has increased!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the filthy rag doll stained with blood lost its expression and stopped wailing. The male demigod was finally able to catch his breath and forcibly pulled away the cursed hand that was gripping his throat.

The crack in the doll's chest suddenly widened, and her petite body was stretched open, revealing the messenger lady in her elaborate dress carrying four heads as she flew out.

Miss Messenger! Why are you helping Janice? She's your enemy!

Liviel was somewhat puzzled, but quickly reacted and cooperated with the messenger, firing a shot at the male demigod from the military.

The spiritual bullet, imbued with double the kinetic energy, whistled away. With the mystery diminished and reality enhanced, the attack power fired from the musket not only did not decrease but actually increased.

Just as the male demigod, who had just escaped the curse, was about to dodge, the four heads the messenger was carrying suddenly opened their mouths simultaneously, emitting a silent shriek.

The male demigod's movements were delayed for a second, and in that instant, the 'Last Whisper' struck his head!

Boom! His entire head was blown off by the powerful kinetic energy, instantly turning him into a headless body like the messenger girl.

Nasita paused for a moment, then showed a regretful expression for not being able to react in time to save her companion. She quickly grabbed her companion's headless body, raised her hand, and swept away a large distance, leaving the Crystal Palace.

A rather disheveled Janice got up from the ground, looked at the four heads the messenger was carrying in her hands, and asked in astonishment:

Why did you save me?

The messenger's four heads spoke in turn:

"Secret, Cultivation, Meeting, and..."

Rose, School of Thought

break."

Janice paused for a moment, then looked hesitant.

After a long pause, she nodded and said:

"This still has to follow the leader's orders, but I will do my best to make this happen..."

The messenger's four heads then spat out bytes in turn:

"The spirit of war."

Janice sighed helplessly, and said, somewhat self-comfortingly:

"Alright, it's better to give this to you than to give it to Rune."

She reached out and wiped her face, and her appearance instantly changed. Her long dress disappeared, replaced by an old-fashioned Intis military uniform stained with blood.

She unbuttoned her uniform collar, revealing a blood-stained flag tucked into her chest. With just one glance, Livre felt her body become feverish, as if a bugle was shouting in her ear, playing a marching call.

Janice raised her hand and tossed the flag to the messenger, who opened the mouth of one of the heads, waiting to catch it.

Just then, Liviel felt a ripple in the mirror inlaid with white gemstones on her body, as if something was about to emerge from the mirror!

Unaware of this, Miss Messenger and Janice continued the handover of the 'Soul of War'.

With the 'Soul of War' now in Miss Messenger's hands, Livre has reason to believe that Katarina's target has shifted from Janis to Miss Messenger.

Her mind raced, and she immediately turned to the messenger and raised her hand in a final whisper.

Once she was certain that the messenger had noticed her, Livre channeled a small amount of spiritual energy and pulled the trigger.

The messenger immediately jumped aside on alert. At that moment, several black hairs with snake heads emerged from the mirror, ripped open Livre's outer skirt, and pounced towards the messenger.

The messenger, who had been given advance warning, easily noticed the attack coming from Livre. She flashed to the water's surface and opened her mouth towards the snake heads:

A silent shriek rang out, and the heads of those ferocious snakes transformed into leaping white rabbits!

The mirror inlaid with white gemstones flew out on its own and fell to the ground. Then, Katarina's graceful figure emerged, with several rabbits frantically tearing at her scalp on her head, making her look extremely comical.

Taking advantage of the moment, the messenger put the 'Soul of War' into her mouth. Another head opened its mouth again. Livre heard no sound and saw no light. She saw Katarina's body melt and twist. In the blink of an eye, she turned into a sheep.

A sheep with a vacant stare and messy fur!

With a soft "poof," blood gushed from the sheep's stomach, and a mirror rolled out, then shattered into pieces with a bang, reassembling into a human shape and returning to Katarina's original form.

Her face was icy cold, devoid of any emotion, only filled with chilling killing intent.

"Witch..."

The messenger parted her lips slightly, uttering two cold syllables. Behind her, space distorted, and Tracy's figure suddenly appeared. The messenger swept her head backward with incredible speed, and Tracy's body was struck by the aftershock, instantly turning into a cloud of black mist—a black mist composed of countless pathogens!

Even from dozens of meters away, Livre felt a burning sensation in her chest, a sore throat, and her limbs felt like they were about to go limp.

At that moment, Janice's figure suddenly disappeared, while the mummy lying outside the barrier mechanically stood up and rushed out of the barrier.

Katarina ignored Janice and focused her attention on the messenger; clearly, her only target was the Soul of War.

Her body flashed from her original spot to several meters away, repeating this motion repeatedly, leaving countless afterimages. At the same time, she released a large amount of spider silk, which enveloped the messenger girl from all directions.

The messenger's body was encased in the spider silk, and the moment she was touched by it, her skin immediately turned to stone and hardened.

One of His heads took a deep breath and then exhaled a rag doll.

The doll appeared to be made of old cloth, stained with obvious dirt and bloodstains. Its face began to change as soon as it saw light, and the reference point was Katarina!

*Pfft!* The rag doll resembling Katarina's eyes sank inwards, its eyes gouged out, leaving two empty holes.

Katarina let out a scream, blood streaming from her eyes, and her body slid backward into the mirror.

However, the changes in the rag doll did not stop. Its arms and legs broke off one by one, and a huge gash appeared in its abdomen, from which black blood flowed out.

At the same time, the void around the messenger floated in darkness, outlining a semi-transparent mouth that was over ten meters long.

The mouth suddenly opened, inhaling deeply and creating a terrifying gust of wind that tore open the space on one side. Katarina's mangled body fell out, her limbs gone, her abdomen ripped open, blood and organs spilling onto the ground.

Success! Miss Messenger is indeed an angel... However, her strength seems to be much stronger than last time. As a Sequence 3 Immortal Witch, Katarina's strength should be stronger than that of Sequence 4 Janice. Could it be that Miss Messenger's body has recovered quite a bit?

As she was pondering, Livre suddenly felt a sharp pain in her brain, as if a nail had been inserted into her temple. Countless mirrors refracted and reflected light, creating dazzling halos that blurred her vision, causing everything to lose its color and focus.

What's going on here...?

Liviel felt her body was about to give way, her steps faltered, and she was about to fall to one side.

At that moment, a woman appeared beside her and pulled her aside.

The next second, everything went awry, and Livre seemed to have entered a vast void.

When Liviel opened her eyes again, she found herself in a dazzling galaxy, with rich and vivid patches of color overlapping, a thin mist permeating some areas, and pairs of hidden eyes casting their gazes into various depths.

A tightening sensation came from her waist and abdomen. Liviel looked up and saw the headless body of the messenger flying above her. Her two heads were biting her dress, carrying her through this strange space.

"This is where?"

Livre asked, somewhat taken aback, her mind still reeling from the fierce battle between the messenger and Katarina.

"Spirit, Realm".

The messenger didn't bite Livre's two heads; she parted her lips slightly, her voice sounding somewhat weak.

The spirit world, this is the spirit world... It's somewhat like the universe I saw on TV in my past life, but not exactly the same...

Liviel looked around and asked, somewhat puzzled:

"What about the two witches?"

The messenger seemed weak; had she escaped through the spirit world? In my memory, Katarina's body was already broken; Tracy alone shouldn't have been able to force the messenger to this point.

The messenger didn't speak, but instead accelerated and swooped forward.

As her skirt swayed gently in the air, Liviel's eyes suddenly reflected a magnificent city that could only exist in myths and legends.

This city is different from normal ones; instead of developing upwards, it extends in concentric circles towards the end of a deep pit underground, giving the overall impression of an inverted mausoleum.

The buildings inside come in all sorts of styles, but they are all equally strange. Some are towering, pale stone pillars with huge single houses carved out of the tops. Some are long and rectangular with doors on the roof and no windows. Some are built underground with a tombstone at the entrance. Some are built with bones, messy and fragmented.

The closer you get to the end of the deep pit, the better the buildings are preserved; the closer you get to the top, the more collapsed parts there are, filled with the sense of decay and ruin brought by time.

Liviel looked around the magnificent city in surprise, and was about to ask a question when the messenger suddenly changed direction, lifted her head and raised her hand to the void to the side.

A sharp, tearing sound rang out, and a crack appeared before them. Without hesitation, the messenger girl grabbed Livia and darted out.

Chapter 231 The Witch's Offering

*Thud!* Livre fell to the ground, but thankfully her soft breasts cushioned the fall and prevented her from suffering any serious injury.

Surrounded by a dense forest covered in black scales, the unique trees led Livia to conclude that she was still on the Southern Continent. Judging from the temperature and vegetation growth, she was likely at the same latitude as the Pass River Valley.

She got up, dusted herself off, and saw the messenger girl slumped to the side, her body trembling slightly, all four heads furrowing their brows.

"Miss Renette?!"

"How could this be? I remember you had already suppressed that witch!"

Livre quickly stepped forward to help the messenger up, letting her rest her upper body on her lap.

"Mirror, illusion, magic..."

The messenger's four heads were breathing softly, looking very tired.

Liviel was taken aback, then realized that the scene of Katarina being severely injured was an illusion; she was actually trapped in the ageless witch's mirror illusion. No wonder she had that splitting headache...

The messenger, who had been fighting demigods continuously, was now very weak. Livre quickly took out a mirror, intending to retrieve the mummy of Tutankhamun from the mirror world.

However, when her spider silk probed into the mirror world, she suddenly sensed an extremely dangerous aura.

Liviel instinctively threw the mirror aside, and the next second, the mirror trembled violently, emitting an eerie blood-red light.

Bang! As a burst of spiritual energy dissipated, the mirror shattered into countless tiny fragments. A white figure radiating red light swirled and moved among the fragments at a speed too fast to be seen.