Chapter 25 The Witch's True Ability

No one died that night, but that did not make the atmosphere more relaxed. Instead, it became even more eerie.

The master and servant from the Church of Dawn looked stunned, and the adventurer named Gene was even more confused.

This kind of terrifying expectation that you may die at any time, but not knowing whether it will be you who dies today, is enough to make a person's heart collapse completely.

Deya didn't keep them waiting for long.

On the third day, Deya once again came to the master and servant room of the Dawn Church in the guise of a 'monster'.

The master and servant also lived together. The young priest looked at the time and it was twelve o'clock midnight. The huge psychological pressure made him unable to help but break down and speak out.

"Ken, you have to save me, you have to save me. You are my family's servant, even if you die here you have to let me live, do you understand?
What's that look in your eyes? Have you forgotten that you are just a dog of our Garcia family? Have you forgotten that your whole family depends on our Garcia family to survive?"

Ken's hateful look made the young priest roar.

Ken could no longer bear it, this kind of collapse and madness of waiting for death made him roar: "My lord, this is all your fault, if you hadn't coveted the forbidden treasure, how could we be brought here to be sacrificed!

For you, in order to find the forbidden object, I killed more than 30 people from two families. Do you know how scared I was every night? I was afraid that their wronged ghosts would come to find me.

If I die, how will the goddess judge me?
Yes, my coming here is the goddess' judgment on me. I deserve to die. Haha, I deserve to die. My lord, you will die too. None of us will survive.

But I have exchanged my worthless life for the life of the young master of the Garcia family, so I have not lost out at all.

I have always wanted to say this, you are a piece of crap, a piece of crap who can do nothing but rely on your family. I have always tolerated you in the past, but now I finally don’t have to tolerate it anymore.”

Deya listened to what the two said quietly.

The Garcia family?
That is the surname of the Patriarch of the Church of the Dawn in the Kingdom of Inglo.

The Kingdom of Anglo-Germany is a theocratic country, which means that the patriarch is equivalent to the king.

No wonder this young priest could become a priest at such a young age, it turns out his father is the patriarch.

When the young master of the Garcia family heard what Ken said, he was stunned for a moment and shouted, "You damn bastard, do you know what you are saying? You are insulting the great Garcia family.

I will kill you and your whole family!"

Just as the young priest was roaring, he suddenly realized that Ken was not moving.

"Hey, Ken, what's wrong with you? Speak up, don't scare me. I forgive you, okay?"

The priest shouted in panic.

The next moment, Kane's head was broken at the neck, and a large amount of blood gushed out like a fountain, dyeing the room red.

The priest was stunned at first, then he let out a shrill scream: “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!
Mom, I don’t want to be here, I want to go home!!”

……

Deya, who transformed into a monster, has left here.

He just needs to continue to maintain this terrifying atmosphere. His real purpose is to take advantage of this time to learn Enochian.

But Deya soon discovered that there was not enough time!
'It took ten hours and a huge amount of effort, but the Enochian experience gained per hour was only +1, and the experience required to upgrade each level increased exponentially.'

'Minus the necessary rest time, I can only improve Enochian to level 3 in these seven days.'

'Not enough, not enough at all. This level can ensure that I can complete this task, but it cannot allow me to get the highest evaluation.'

Deya knew that it was time to find the bug himself, which meant finding Lamia and borrowing her abilities.

Doing what he thought, Deya's monster form returned and he fell into sleep.

When he woke up the next day, he saw Lamia sitting at the table, reading a book she found in the temple.

Lamia probably felt bored here, so she was reading to kill time. Seeing Deya get up, she closed the book and asked, "Do you want to go eat?"

Deya said nothing and continued to stare at her.

Lamia touched her face in confusion and asked, "What's wrong?"

Deya took a deep breath, came to Lamia and said seriously: "I need your help."

Lamia's eyes flickered and she asked, "What do you want me to do?"

Deya said bluntly: "You are the witch of time, and you witches always have some strange abilities, just like your [Return from Death].

Think carefully about whether you have any ability to help me. We are now in the same boat, ants...tentacle monsters, and we need to help each other."

Lamia frowned slightly: "Your description is not good at all. I don't like tentacle monsters. What do you need?"

"Time, what I need is time!"

Deya said word by word.

Seven days was not enough time for Deya to learn Enochian to a higher level and receive the highest evaluation in the World Remembrance.

According to Deya's estimation, he would need at least 1270 hours to achieve the highest rating required for this world's remembrance.

But even if I don't eat, drink or sleep, it will take more than fifty days. It's simply impossible!
In the game, as long as Deya talks to Lamia, he can borrow Lamia's abilities and complete the evil speed pass.

In reality, Deya is also trying to communicate now.

Lamia lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling, as if in surprise, or angry.

Finally, she looked at Deya, made up her mind, and said calmly: "Okay, I will give you time."

The witch's hands are slender and crystal clear.

She spread out the five fingers of her left hand and placed it flat on the tool bench, while her right hand picked up a knife on the tool bench.

Just when Deya was surprised, Lamia suddenly swung the knife and chopped off the little finger of her left hand without hesitation!
Flesh and bones were torn apart, blood splattered, but the witch's expression did not change at all, as if the hand did not belong to her.

Deya looked at the witch who was hurting herself. He opened his mouth and asked in astonishment: "Does it hurt?"

Lamia glanced at him and sneered, "Do you want to try?"

Deya shook his head quickly.

No, I don't have a hobby of self-harm.

"What are you doing?"

Deya was very confused by the witch's behavior. What kind of magic was this? Did she need to hurt herself?

Lamia said nothing. She put the knife down, picked up her little finger on the table and handed it to Deya: "Eat it."

"eat?"

Deya's expression changed slightly.

Although he has a low moral bottom line and his dream is to be a bad bitch, he is not so perverted.

"You do not know?"

Lamia was surprised.

(End of this chapter)