Miss Witch's Speed ​​Run Manual

"You must be very confident in your layout now?"

Ciel's breathing became heavier, and the burnt skin on his hands, which had not yet healed, opened up again, and the white bandage on his arm began to stain with blood again.

The mutterings of the potion hit Charles's mind like waves. The flame in his chest was like a bomb ready to go off. The black shadow beside Charles was already burning, like the fuse of a bomb.

Even so, Ciel still had a smile on her face, and she continued slowly:

"Are you giving the other cultists a chance to escape?"

"Aibai... This young man is very clever. He said he was very grateful to Sister Kitty for giving him a chance to live again. However, the palms of both hands are broken, and he can only blind himself by banging his head against the corner of the table."

"Marcelo, a greasy, middle-aged gambler, who would have thought that your name would be written all over his spiritual notes, and he even begged the Mother Goddess to bless you before he died."

"...I still like the one named Georgeni the most. Her spiritual notes are also full of admiration for you... After all, this is what you want to see."

"Do you know what she said before she died?"

"She told me, 'Thank you, Your Excellency, I can finally be free from this nightmare.'"

"Who is that 'nightmare'? Is it you, Kitty, who is immersed in power and fantasizes about being liked by others?"

"By the way... seeing that your white shadow is still there, you can tell whether what I said is true or not, right?"

As Charles called out the names one by one like the names of dishes, Kitty's face became uglier.

Until she heard the name "Georgie", Kitty could no longer maintain the calm expression she had tried so hard to keep on her face.

All dead? !

She had spent so much time cultivating the foundation in Burren City! And they were all killed?!

Are you from the Savior Goddess Cult?!

The white shadow beside Kitty flickered, and the huge mental shock made it almost impossible for her to stay awake.

"Don't get excited. It's normal to get overwhelmed. Just hold on a little longer."

"Listen carefully to every word I say next."

Charles' voice rang out again. The blood flowing from her wound had gradually changed from dark red to black. The ink-like blood gathered on the carpet like boiling oil.

"Guess who gave me these spiritual notes?"

Charles took a step forward and grinned: "It's you, Kitty."

"You gave me my potion, you helped me complete my reappearance ritual, and you showed me those spiritual notes because you mistook me for a bishop."

"It's you who ruined everything."

"You are just dreaming right now, imagining your men can escape and the news can get out."

"And you, half your face had already been blown off by my bullet, and you were lying dying in the underground temple..."

"You are the one who ruined everything. You brought shame to the Mother Goddess."

"Look, is everything I said true?"

Charles staggered to Kitty, reached out and grabbed Kitty's hair, lifting her head up little by little.

"Do you know why you died?"

Charles looked at Kitty's confused and lifeless eyes and said slowly:

"Because your plan has disturbed my normal life..."

"Remember this name, Ciel."

"my name."

"Your judge."

Charles opened his palms, and Kitty's head drooped weakly. Her white shadow could no longer support her body, and she knelt directly at Charles' feet.

Charles slowly raised his right leg and stepped down with a grim smile.

Brains splattered.

Black flames rose up around Ciel, completely enveloping her.

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75

Chapter 75: "Judge" Charles and Zero Pound Purchase.

Behind the figure burning with black flames, there was another figure, trembling slightly.

It was Julis, who was a "missionary" like Kitty.

Is this still the girl who spoke so coherently and looked quite reliable?

Julis didn't notice that she had subconsciously taken half a step back.

Just now, she felt a fear she hadn't felt in a long time...

Yes, she felt a fear in her heart that made her tremble.

The feeling made her limbs stiffen, like a fawn that had encountered its natural enemy.

Although she couldn't see the scene in front of her, the emotions Julis felt were almost identical to Kitty's.

Whether it was Charles's calm tone, the information he threw out one after another, or the leisurely recounting of the stories of the massacre of cultists... just the description was enough to make people feel nauseous.

Could this person really be a saint?

Even Kitty, the cult's "missionary," was nearly driven crazy by her devilish words.

Then think about how Charles just now casually killed the guard in front of the door without any hesitation.

Although it was faint, Julis clearly felt that when Ciel killed someone, the emotion she showed was relief and enjoyment...

It was as if she had been suppressing the desire to kill.

Do I really want to take her to the Vatican?

Do not……

Do I...have the ability to take her to the Vatican?

Until she threw the bottle of recovery potion to Ciel, Julis still felt that she was able to control the situation.

But now, she no longer has that confidence.

Julis raised her head and faced Ciel.

Although she couldn't see clearly what was happening in front of her, she could sense that a powerful spiritual flame was burning in front of her, and she could clearly feel that the violent potion energy was catalyzing an even more violent emotional entity, which was becoming stronger little by little.

Did I... create a monster?

Why was the feedback from Charles's reappearance ritual so exaggerated just because he had killed a few people? Even if he had killed a second-level "missionary" across levels, there shouldn't have been such a fluctuation.

There are only two possibilities.

Ciel had completed this recurrence ritual more than once—that is, she had killed more people in this way.

Another possibility is that Charles is indeed the chosen saint, the chosen saint of the "Avenger" path.

Julis controlled her white shadow and slowly moved away from the burning spiritual flame. She clenched her fists, and a drop of sweat slid down her temples.

Which possibility is it?

Do I... want to ruin this ceremony?

Before this is all finished...

In the end, reason triumphed over fear, and Julis's clenched fists slowly loosened.

Exceeded the recurrence ceremony multiple times?

This is impossible.

It had only been a short time since Ciel had obtained the potion and the reappearance ritual. She definitely had no idea what the reappearance ritual of the Judge was like before.

Earlier at the hotel, Charles had asked her how to complete the reappearance ritual with a higher success rate, which proved that this was also Charles' first time performing the "Judge" reappearance ritual.

Moreover, Julis had only seen this kind of recurring ritual twice.

One time was when the saint drank the "Acetic" potion to protect her, and the other time was when an old priest who was nearly 90 years old drank the "Acetic" potion.

Needless to say, the saint completed the reappearance ritual with such ease that no one else could even begin to catch up. This was like the goddess chasing after her to feed her.

The 90-year-old priest spent almost his entire life diligently at the frontier, repeating the "Ascetic" reappearance ritual, constantly practicing asceticism, and helping others bear the pain. Finally, when he was about to die of illness, he drank the "Ascetic" potion under the persuasion of the Holy See, creating a movement that seemed like a miracle.

If all of this could be quantified and translated into the opposite "Avenger" path, assuming Ciel wasn't a saint, she would have to kill at least tens of thousands of people in a recurrence ritual that matched her beliefs...

How is that even possible? How old is she? Killing three people a day would take her 3 years. She's been killing since she could walk, right?

Julis slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

She convinced herself.

It’s true that Charles is the Saint.

I should try my best to persuade her to join the Church of the Savior Goddess.

Otherwise, with Charles's abilities, if he were not supervised, Julis had no idea what kind of disaster he would cause in the future.

Unlike Julis, whose mind was frantically tangled and her brain was rapidly brainstorming, Charles at this moment was struggling in a burning space.

Before her eyes, corpses, brains, carpets, luxurious decorations... all of these were covered by black flames.

Her clothes were shredded in the flames, and the bandages on her hands turned to ashes, revealing the unhealed burns underneath.

The arm, which had already been burned, now spontaneously combusted under the stimulation of the black flames. The black blood that had originally seeped out of the broken wound acted like an accelerant, driving the flames to burn more and more vigorously.

This is completely different from what it felt like to be an Avenger before.

Before, in the sea of ​​fire, the physical pain and burning almost covered up the frantic mumbling and other unnecessary thoughts in her brain, making her burn with the flames of revenge from the inside out.

But now, she only felt a pain as if her soul was being burned.

Mumblings stronger than the pain bombarded her brain, and the black flames seemed to blend with her flesh and blood, constantly burning and melting her body.

In the black flames, a cloud of blood mist exploded from her side, and black blood splattered out, like an evil ghost eager to break out of a cage, burning and drilling out of Charles' body.

laugh--

Parts of her body kept exploding, and black shadows made of black blood waved their arms to try to get out of her body. The intense pain made Charles regain his sanity for a short time.

what's the situation……

Charles forced herself to look down, and she saw an arm burning with black blood struggling to emerge from her lower abdomen and waving towards her chest.

The direction that arm is pointing is...

system! ! !

Ciel shouted in her heart with almost all her strength, and the [Page of the Other World] fastened to her chest disappeared in front of her with a silver flash and was taken back into the warehouse.

Suddenly, Charles felt the pressure in his brain suddenly decrease, and the black arms that were waving wildly all over his body seemed to have lost their target and began to shake irregularly.

Give me... back...

Charles raised his arm with difficulty, pressed down the black arm that pierced through his lower abdomen, and stuffed it back into his lower abdomen little by little.

boom--

The moment her arm was stuffed back, black flames burned in her lower abdomen, sealing the wound and reconstructing her flesh and blood.

go back……

boom--

boom--

Charles mechanically pushed the arms back again and again, and every time he stuffed an arm back into his body, a powerful black fire explosion would erupt.

Gradually, Charles's strength was exhausted bit by bit, and she no longer had the strength to lift her arms.

thump—

Charles knelt down in the black fire with his head lowered, and his consciousness gradually began to blur.

The magic potion mixed with flesh and blood turned into black arms that emerged from her neck and back, looking like a human figure carrying countless dry and strange branches on its back.

"Charles..."