Chapter 125 Twin Witches, Mysterious High Elf Girls!

In a hidden cave, there are various old furnitures. A magic lamp shines a dim light. Two figures sway under the light, adding some breath of life to this boring cave.

On a recliner, an obese woman who looked to weigh about 300 to 400 pounds, struggled to prop herself up and leaned against the back of the chair.

She looked at the petite girl who was pacing back and forth in front of her with gentle eyes. She had long silver-white hair and was extremely beautiful. She said softly:

"Mavis, you don't have to pay attention to me. I won't live much longer. It's not worth it to put you in danger for me."

The silver-haired, green-eyed girl named Mavis shook her head vigorously. As her hair swayed slightly, a pair of pointed ears appeared from between her hair. She whispered:

"No, Kara, you are still alive now, I will not allow you to die."

Kara shook her head, and the fat on her body trembled: "Death is the final destination of everyone. I have run out of energy and there is no value in being saved.

If you continue to waste your time with me, you are wasting your own life.

Mavis, if you still consider me a friend, you should give up on me so that I won’t feel guilty before I die.”

Mavis glared at her like an angry lion, and her head suddenly swung over, causing her silver-white hair to shake:

"Shut up, Kara. I don't have many friends anymore. I can't watch you die, especially at the hands of those damn witch cults. I will never allow that."

Kara's thick fat hands struggled to grab a piece of roasted meat next to the chair, panting.

Even such a simple action seemed to her like she had to work very hard to do it.

She grabbed the piece of meat and put it into her mouth, chewing it in a very ungraceful manner, allowing the minced meat and oil stains to splatter on her clothes.

“You are only over a hundred years old, Mavis. For a high elf, you still have at least eight hundred years.

During these eight hundred years, I believe you will meet new friends who can walk through that long time with you.

Mavis, look at how ugly I am now. I am also a woman, and the way I look now will only make me collapse.

Death is no longer something I fear now, but the destination I long for. I still have one more chance to make a wish.

Although that wish is of no use to you, I can also turn my last life into a blessing for you, and I will be satisfied."

After a pause, Kara said sadly: "...You are so stupid, why did you come to this mainland island? I am not worth you risking your life to see me."

Kara’s words made Mavis’ cheeks slightly red, her long ears trembled, as if stained with a touch of rosy clouds, and she whispered: “I didn’t come to see you on purpose.

I came to this continent for another purpose, but I heard about you from the Witch Cult, so I came to find you."

Kara was stunned for a moment, then laughed and didn't take it seriously.

Regardless of whether Mavis came to see her on purpose or not, Mavis came here, and for Kara, this friendship has already touched her.

"Hey, why aren't you talking at this time? Aren't you very capable? Are you pretending to be mute now?"

Mavis cursed in a low voice, as if she was talking to herself, or as if she was talking to someone.

Not far from her feet lay two corpses. They were the maids sent by the Church of Destiny to serve this saint.

After arriving at the mountains, Mavis killed them all.

Mavis looked outside the cave anxiously.

She could feel that the mystery of fate she had set was about to be cracked, and the people of the Witch Cult would break through the fog of fate and find the location of the cave.

"Mavis, when the Witch Cult members come in, I will do my best to buy you time, so you should run away now."

Kara whispered.

"Run? Where can I run to?"

Mavis smiled bitterly: "...If the Witch Cult fails, the people from the Church of Destiny will find me, and I will be brought back to the church eventually."

Just then, they suddenly heard noise and chaotic shouting coming from outside the cave.

"What's the noise?"

She and Kara looked at each other, and after a little thought, Mavis made a decision and solved the mystery of fate.

Anyway, this mystery lock will be cracked soon, so there is no point in keeping it.

When she left the cave, what she saw was a chaotic battle and the man she was looking for!

……

"Mr. Cape, the target you are looking for is ahead."

Achilles' mercenary group, along with Deya and others, hid in the pine forest in the mountains.

He pointed to the camp on the flat land about one kilometer ahead and whispered.

“There is a spellcaster among them. He must have set up warning magic nearby. I can’t take you any closer.

Mr. Capet, our mission has been completed, can we leave now?"

Aqir asked nervously, and he and his teammates subconsciously moved their hands closer to their weapons.

If the other party wants to break the contract, it must be this time.

Regardless of whether they are a match for these mysterious men, as a mercenary group living on the edge of a knife, they will inevitably resist.

Deya is a man who keeps his promises, he smiled and said: "Mr. Aqir, you did a good job.

As you said, the mission has been accomplished and you can leave."

Aqir saw that Deya and the others had no intention of taking action, so he exhaled slightly and called to his comrades, "Let's go, let's get out of here.

Be careful and don't get spotted."

As an experienced mercenary group, even after receiving the promise from their employer, they retreated cautiously, still keeping their attention on Deya and others.

At this time, Deya suddenly turned his head and looked at Achir.

A cold mist rose around him, and an undead creature wearing a wizard's robe and with a face as dry as a corpse emerged from the mist.

"Mr. Archer, I advise you to run faster, because this place will soon become a battlefield."

"grass!"

Aqir and his comrades looked horrified and couldn't help cursing out loud.

They saw a pale flame burning in Deya's right eye, and just seeing the flame made them terrified.

"Deya Cavendish?!"

"Son of the Dark Moon?!"

"The Immortal King!"

"..."

Although not many people associate the Son of God in the World Memories with Deya.

But on this continent, as the Dawn Church spread Deya's fame, people also used those titles on Deya.

Then Achir and others saw that the wizard-like undead creature summoned a group of strange fire elemental spiders.

More than a dozen fire elemental spiders opened their mouths and continuously spewed fireballs, flying in a parabola one kilometer away.

“Boom boom boom—”

The fireball fell from the sky and smashed into the camp of the Witch Cult, which had no reaction. The chain of fire element explosions and loud noises echoed in the mountains, and it seemed that a landslide could occur at any time.

There were screams and curses in the camp.

When Aqir saw this scene, his expression changed drastically and he shouted loudly: "Run!"

The next battle is not something that these little guys like them can participate in.

If I don't run faster, I'm afraid I'll die here.

The experienced mercenary members spread their legs and ran back quickly.

After knowing Deya's true identity, they realized there was no need to be vigilant.

Because there is no point in being vigilant. If the other party really wants to kill them, they will not survive.

"Kelt, Upton, kill all the members of the Witch Cult, leaving no one alive. Pay attention, there are three witch casters on the other side."

Ever since taking in Lamia, Deya knew that he and the Witch Cult were already enemies.

In this case, there is no need to be afraid of provoking the enemy. The correct thing to do is to destroy the cult's manpower as much as possible when there is a chance.

A person with seven rings must have a status even within the cult. Killing one of them can reduce the opponent's strength.

Celtic and Upton nodded to indicate that they understood.

The strict old butler shouted softly, and a beautiful set of armor appeared around him.

Celt held a long sword, chanted spells, and used his own unique spells to buff the long sword, armor, and his own body.

This is the Arcane Swordsman. Although they are not orthodox spellcasters, they can obtain various useful BUFF abilities after being promoted, and use these BUFF abilities to improve their combat effectiveness.

Because the BUFF time is limited, the arcane warrior is a profession that has low durability but extremely strong combat power in a short period of time.

Upton transformed into an owl beast once again. With his huge body weighing several tons, he ran through the woods at a speed that did not match his weight, roaring as he ran towards the camp.

Celtic followed closely behind, his old body still strong, running quickly with a sword in one hand.

Thick fog filled the air behind Deya again, and a huge bone dragon flew out from the negative energy space with a roar.

Deya jumped onto the bone dragon and nodded to Lamia, without saying anything like "be careful."

The Witch of Time can return from the dead even after death. As long as the enemy does not have an overwhelming advantage, she is not afraid of death at all.

Deya rode the bone dragon into the sky and flew towards the camp at a faster speed than Upton and Celtic.

There are a large number of people on the opposite side, and there are three powerful spellcasters. Upton and Celt alone would be in real danger of their lives facing such a group of witch cult members.

I must first provide them with enough cannon fodder!

Flying over the camp, the pale flame in Deya's right eye burned fiercely, and thick gloomy fog spread out. From the fog, nearly a thousand undead creatures walked out under the leadership of the Ringwraith Knights.

These undead creatures are not of high level, and were all collected by Deya using spells to summon them over the past half month.

But the title of Son of the Dark Moon has a negative energy space, and this ability can be of great use.

For example, now, Deya directly opened the portal to the negative energy space inside the enemy.

The sudden appearance of thousands of undead creatures can be extremely dangerous even at a low level.

If these undead creatures were marching from afar in an army, they would probably be destroyed by the three high-ring witches' AOE spells before they even got close.

However, Deya's VDV airborne attack caught the three high-ring witches off guard.

With so many undead creatures suddenly appearing around them, they didn't dare to use large-scale offensive spells among the crowd.

That would cause you to be killed while killing the undead.

But Deya doesn't care about these. Although the Dragon-Feast Lich does not have mythical power, it is equivalent to a seven-ring warlock.

It used the sixth-level spell "Fire Spider" seven or eight times in succession, launching a round of extreme artillery fire.

If there are cannons in a war, of course they will first fire on the ground and then attack.

A seventh-ring warlock and Lamia, a fifth-ring warlock, began to cast spells crazily from a distance.

They were not afraid of accidental bombings. After all, it didn't matter even if these low-level undead creatures summoned by Deya were killed in the bombing.

It was just this round of extreme artillery fire that killed nearly half of the defenseless members of the Witch Cult under these high-level magics, leaving behind a pile of corpses.

This is the power of the spellcaster. As long as the spellcaster uses spells, even people of the same level will not be able to withstand his magic.

"Who are these sneak attackers? Where did they come from? What's going on with this bone dragon?"

"Is it him? Sir, that person should be the Son of Dark Moon that has been circulating on this continent recently. He is also called the 'Immortal King'!"

"What a bullshit Son of the Dark Moon, the Undead King, he just has a bone dragon, kill this necromancer!
Eh? That's, that's a witch? ! Haha, witch, this is the helper you found. We have been looking for you, but we didn't expect you to run out by yourself!
Kill all these people and capture our witch alive!"

"Yes, Lady Donna!"

The three high-ring witches are also experienced in combat.

Right from the start, he used the sixth-level spell [Ice Empowerment] on himself, which was the same type of magic that Deya's Dragon-Feast Lich used when he was alive.

They are protected by a powerful frost force, and anyone who approaches will be frozen into ice.

This made Celt and Upton, who had just arrived at the camp, at a loss as to what to do for a moment, and they could only bite the bullet and try to break the witches' protective magic.

After being protected, the three witches began to chant and prepare magic.

The higher the level of the spell, the longer it takes to prepare, unless one has an extremely high level of proficiency in the spell.

But apart from cheating players like Deya, there are very few spellcasters in this world who can master magic with extremely high proficiency.

When Deya saw this scene, he certainly would not give the three witches time to prepare their spells.

Otherwise, if the opponent really uses high-level spells continuously, they might suffer casualties.

Don't underestimate any spellcaster!
Deya held the Dragon Feast Crystal.

It seems that I still have to use half of my trump cards.

The Dragon Feast Crystal can be used for three minutes, so use it on them for one and a half minutes.

The ancient will descended again, and the bone dragon opened its mouth.

[Ancient Spirit. Acid Breath]!
It is better to cut off one finger than to hurt ten fingers. Deya understood this principle very well, so the dragon's acid breath was sprayed towards one of the six-ring witches!
With the blessing of the Dragon Feast Crystal, Deya's bone dragon is equivalent to a seven-ring dragon with mythical power.

The sudden arrival of the ancient power, the dragon's breath that was no different from that of a dragon, made the witches look horrified.

There's something wrong with this bone dragon!
The acid that was powerful enough to corrode everything directly submerged the six-ring spell.

The witch was horrified and hurriedly used her mythical power.

Her mythical power is actually the same as that of the warlock Andrew before, which is also the will of chaos.

After breaking the six-ring spell, the remaining acid sprayed on the witch's body, but the other party relied on the power of chaotic will, transformed into a demon, and actually resisted it in the body of a witch.

But before the witch could rejoice, she saw Deya, who was standing on the bone dragon, pointing his hand, and the dozens of magic swords behind him that had been blessed by the Dragon-Feasting Lich all fell like meteors in an instant.

[Seventh Ring Spell. Magic Sword]

“Swish, swish, swish—”

Dozens of long swords fell from the sky.

"what----"

The witch screamed as her demonic body was pierced directly by more than a dozen magic swords. The huge wounds put her in critical condition.

Celt seized the opportunity. His steps were as light as a cat and as agile as a leopard. He appeared beside the witch. A flash of sword light passed by, and the witch's head fell to the ground in shock.

Deya licked his lips and continued to let the bone dragon breathe dragon breath. There was still one minute and twenty seconds left!

The corpses here are of very high quality. By the time the time comes, they can all be made into high-level undead creatures, and it will be worth wasting half of the Dragon Feast Crystals.

He just needs to increase his troops and form an undead army.

The first thing Mavis, the silver-haired high elf girl who ran out of the cave, saw was the death of a witch.

She looked at Deya in the air, and her emerald pupils shrank slightly.

"It's him?!"

She recognized Deya, the future natural disaster recorded in "The Gospel of the Future"!

After hesitating for a while, he decided that the Witch Cult was more hateful than the natural disaster that brought disaster to the earth.

She flipped her wrist, took out a long whip, and joined the battlefield.

The fate of the high elf begins to become uncertain. At this time, she can roll the dice of fate three times, either making her attack a sure hit, or avoiding the opponent's attack to protect herself.

This is the mythical power of the 'Fate Observer'!

(End of this chapter)