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  Chapter 101 Tussock Riverbank

  In the west of Tingen City, on the west bank of the Tussock River, a house painted gray-blue.

  The whole house seemed to be in the depths of winter, with the temperature at least ten degrees lower than outside. An irregular breeze blew through the hall, blowing the curtains covering the windows, letting a ray of dim sunlight into the room, and then shyly covered the curtains, letting the room return to darkness.

  In the center of the first floor of the house, where the restaurant was originally located, there was a round table. On the table was a statue carved from bones. It was about 30 centimeters tall and looked like a beautiful woman, but the facial contours were blurred. The long hair fell to the ankles, and the lower it went, the clearer and thicker it became, like a venomous snake hanging.

  Around the statue were densely placed crudely made puppets, with only a rough shape vaguely carved out, and paper slips were posted on them, with various identity information written in red ink.

  Two mysterious people, one tall and one short, wearing black robes and hoods covering their heads, were standing beside the altar, chanting obscure spells in a low voice.

  "Bang——"

  The yellow-green flames of the three candles placed in an inverted triangle on the altar suddenly increased in brightness, causing the light and shadow in the room to change, and gusts of cold wind blew. The

  shorter of the two men relaxed his shoulders, as if he had breathed a sigh of relief, and backed away from the altar, returned to the door, turned around and pushed the door open and walked out.

  In the corridor, the cold wind blew as if it would never stop. The curtains covering the windows blocked the sunlight, leaving the entire first floor in darkness.

  But the eyes of the man in black robe seemed to be indifferent to the darkness. He bypassed the invisible and transparent figure wandering in the corridor and went up the wooden stairs to the second floor.

  The temperature here was closer to the temperature outside than on the first floor. The man in black robe lowered his head and silently returned to his bedroom, closed the door, took off his hood, hung the black robe on the coat rack, and revealed a close-fitting gray and white long skirt.

  "He" turned out to be a young and beautiful woman.

  Her facial features alone did not look delicate, but when combined, they had an attractive quality. After taking off her black robe, she walked to the dressing table, sat in front of the makeup mirror, and stared at her own appearance in the mirror, in a daze.

  On the dressing table were various cosmetic boxes and a silver mirror that looked a bit old, so old that the mirror surface was rubbed so hard that the reflection was almost invisible.

  As the woman was immersed in her own beauty, the silver mirror flashed a strange bright red light, attracting her attention like a glaring alarm in the dark room.

  Then, a trace of blood oozed out of the mirror, flowing along the edge onto the table.

  The relaxed and gentle-looking woman's face immediately darkened. She jumped up from the stool, walked quickly to the window, carefully lifted a corner of the curtain, and looked out.

  ——————

  "Yes, it's this house."

  Klein sat by the carriage window, staring at a two-story house with a gray-blue exterior wall about 200 meters away, and said in a positive tone.

  Leonard nodded and did not ask the driver to stop. The three night watchmen sat quietly in the carriage as if they had not noticed anything. It

  was not until the carriage continued to move forward for a distance and the house was almost out of sight that Angel stopped the carriage and walked out of the carriage first.

  Leonard followed closely behind, leaving only Klein in the carriage.

  This was a countermeasure they had discussed long ago. If they successfully found the target building, Klein, who had the worst frontal combat ability, would take the carriage back to Zotland Street and inform the captain to come to support.

  Angel and Leonard stayed nearby to monitor the building used as an altar.

  Standing by the door, Klein looked down at his two teammates and pursed his lips. He suddenly regretted choosing the "Fortune Teller", so that he could only retreat to the second line in every battle.

  With a thought, he took out the copper penny that had been used for divination several times today, and bounced it into the air with a "ding" sound, and performed a quick divination.   

  "Oh, what did our 'fortune teller' gain?"

  Seeing that Klein was still doing divination at this time, Leonard couldn't help but laugh.

  "You will all live well today."

  "Fortune teller" Klein looked at the coin in his hand, raised the corner of his mouth, and told the result of his divination.

  ——————

  The sun has gradually sunk into the horizon. On the facade of the two-story building not far away, the sunlight is gradually disappearing from bottom to top, making the garden without grass and trees look even more gloomy and terrifying.

  Although this house is located in the western district of Tingen City, it is actually close to the suburbs. There are a few single-family houses scattered around. In the distance are wheat fields waiting to be harvested. The Tussock River on the other side is already shrouded in darkness.

  Angel squatted beside the low fence on the roadside, resisting the urge to open his spiritual vision and observe the house. He only stared at the building a hundred meters away with his naked eyes, watching its door closed and the curtains behind the windows.

  "Be careful, don't use your psychic vision. I saw a night watcher abuse his psychic vision in Enmat Harbor and had to lie in bed for a whole day before he recovered."

  Seeing Leonard Mitchell beside her eager to try, she quickly reminded him.

  "Don't worry, it's still far away, and the ritual should not be completed yet, otherwise the affected area cannot be limited to this small building and the nearby garden."

  Leonard seemed to have a deep understanding of this kind of evil ritual, and answered without turning his head.

  "Really?"

  Angel thought about it and decided not to risk using her psychic vision to observe. Her psychic vision could only roughly distinguish whether an object had spirituality attached, and even if she looked at the building in front of her directly, she could clearly feel the extraordinary power surging.

  Leonard squinted his eyes and observed for a while, but couldn't see anything special, so he closed his psychic vision and moved closer to Angel.

  "Who do you think is in there? A Sequence 7 'witch', or... like Madam Sharon?"

  Did he mean Sequence 6 like Madam Sharon?

  "I don't know either, but if it was just a Sequence 7 Beyonder, he shouldn't dare to commit such a big crime, right? Letting nearly a hundred people die prematurely, just to take their extra lives for sacrifice..."

  "That's hard to say. Sometimes, the more these people have just stepped into the path of Beyonders and know nothing, the more likely they are to be bold and do surprising things."

  "You seem to know these things very well. When you were analyzing the case before, your understanding of the curse ritual was beyond the knowledge of the Night Watchers. Is this what you call 'specialness'?"

  Angel looked at the "midnight poet" crouching beside him, his short black hair swaying in the breeze by the river, his eyes flashing green light as the night gradually faded.

  Hearing Angel's question, he pretended to be handsome and brushed his black hair with his hand, and answered with a smile on his face, "Yes, you can understand it this way, just like the specialness between you and Klein. According to the words in those adventure novels, the protagonists appeared on the stage, and the wheel of history began to roll forward." "

  ...The mud on your hand got on your hair."

  Seeing the "protagonist of the novel" Leonard hurriedly patting the dust off his hair, Angel smiled and turned his head away.

  (End of this chapter)

  Chapter 102 Gunpowder and Witchcraft

  When night fell, Dunn personally drove the carriage belonging to the Night Watchers to the scene.

  Angel and Leonard quietly left the second-story house and came to the carriage, only to find that in addition to Dunn Smith, Klein had also followed.

  "Captain, why did you let him come? We can't guarantee his safety when the fight starts."

  Angel was a little anxious. After the three of them discussed at her house, they decided to let Klein find the altar and then go back to replace Dunn. The three extraordinary people who were good at close combat entered the building to launch a sneak attack and solve the criminal who built the altar and performed the curse ritual.

  Unexpectedly, Klein followed him back.

  "I asked him to come. As an official member of the Night Watchers, he will have to participate in the front-line battles in the future. Let him take this opportunity to feel the atmosphere of the battlefield."

  "And he, the 'fortune teller', will also be needed to search the scene and solve the problem of the curse ritual later."

  "I will stay away from the battlefield and come back after the battle is over." Klein jumped off the carriage and added when he saw Angel's unhappy face.

  "...Then take these bullets. They can effectively deal with the 'witch's' stealth ability, but remember not to fight the enemy head-on. You will definitely not be able to defeat her..."

  Angel saw that the enemy had already arrived here, and it was too late to drive them back. She could only take out the "Phantom Phosphorus Eruption" she carried with her, gave two to Klein, and introduced how to use it.

  Of course, she did not forget to give two to Dunn and Leonard. In the battle with Mrs. Sharon, this kind of bullet has been proven to greatly restrict the actions of invisible enemies.

  "Old Neil, don't you have this kind of bullet... Is there a prayer in Hermetic language on it?"

  Klein picked up a bullet and put it in front of his eyes to observe it, but he did not have the dark vision of "Assassin" and "Insomniac". With the dim light from the oil lamp hanging on the carriage, he could only barely recognize the type of text etched on the shell, but could not read it carefully.

  "Oh? Has it been changed to Hermetic? She used a language we couldn't understand before, it seems that it has been improved."

  Leonard also came over. The night is the home of the "Insomniac", and he looked more energetic than during the day.

  "Okay, let's study the language when we get back. Let's start the operation as soon as possible to avoid being noticed by the target."

  Dunn interrupted the conversation with a light cough. He buttoned up his windbreaker, left his silk hat on the car, and combed his light brown hair on both sides of his temples to the back, looking more capable than usual.

  "Okay, Klein, stay away from the carriage and hide on the other side. If the other party escapes, they may seize the carriage."

  Angel took out the smaller caliber revolver and told Klein.

  The appearance of "Thirsty Blood" was too strange, and she didn't plan to use it now.

  "But, Captain, since we have confirmed that this is the location of the cursed altar, why don't we just..."

  Picking up the pistol and checking the ammunition, Angel suddenly remembered that the "Mechanical Hearts" in Port Enmat had also faced similar problems and their solutions, and he hesitated to say to Dunn.

  Klein had already taken two steps and was about to find a bush to squat, but when he heard Angel's words, he turned back and came closer.

  "You can let Klein do some divination first to confirm whether the ritual will take effect immediately. If we still have time, we can notify the police, the garrison troops in Tingen City, and even the 'Mechanical Heart' to bring in some heavy artillery to blow up this house and the entire altar!"

  She had been in this world for a month and was used to the low technology of the steam age and the high mystery of potions and extraordinary items. She almost forgot that heavy weapons could be used to solve the current problems faced by several people.

  Whether it was a "magician" or a "witch", it would be difficult to escape from the attack of multiple large-caliber artillery with a killing radius of more than 20 meters.

  Dunn seemed to be stunned by what he heard. He looked at Angel with a trace of confusion in his gray eyes. He was silent for a while, and then looked at Klein again.

  "Try, um, try to do the divination according to Angel's words. If there is any danger, stop immediately. The other party's ritual may be related to the existence of some danger."

  ——————

  Since the afternoon, Triss has felt uneasy.   

  After the small mirror she placed in the bedroom for early warning sounded the alarm, she searched around the house, but found nothing.

  The house that Mitis chose, located on the Tussock River in the West District, was said to be the inheritance of a baron in Tingen City. It was deserted a year ago and no one lived there. Perhaps it had been forgotten by the heirs.

  There were several houses that had also been uninhabited for a long time around it. To the west was the farmland in the suburbs. It was usually deserted and dark at night, making it a good place to build an altar.

  It stands to reason that this place should not be discovered, at least not so quickly...

  She could not get rid of the uneasiness and even tried to do magic mirror divination, but downstairs was the statue of the original witch, which was the cage of countless wronged souls. The magic mirror divination was performed twice in a row and failed.

  Looking at the night gradually shrouding the window, she decided to go downstairs to find Mitis.

  The "Witch of Joy" that she did not like very much but had to contact frequently.

  "Bang, bang—"

  Walking through the corridor full of ghosts, Triss came to the lobby on the first floor and knocked on the door of the restaurant.

  "What's the matter?"

  The door was opened from the inside, and a tall and thin figure flashed out. She took off her hood, revealing her long gray hair and the beautiful face under her hair.

  "Mitis, something is wrong. My magic mirror issued a warning, but I found nothing unusual when I looked around, and the divination I tried failed."

  "Near the altar and the statue, all divinations that do not point to the 'Origin' will fail. I remember I taught you that."

  The tone was indifferent, but after commenting unceremoniously, the gray-haired woman—Mitis took out a palm-sized mirror from under her black robe. The mirror was covered with a dark red unknown substance, and did not reflect a single light.

  "...You are the beginning of all things, and you will end everything..."

  Using the divination magic mirror that had been warmed by her spirituality, she recited the real name of the person and performed a quick divination.

  The dark red substance on the mirror quickly disappeared as if it had evaporated, and the smooth surface revealed a scene that only the diviner could see.

  "The divination was disturbed, and the other party took anti-divination measures, but fortunately, the 'Original' is right next to them, and their anti-divination will not work much. Let me see... Windbreaker, night action, is an official Beyonder, most likely from the Night..."

  Mitis muttered to herself, and Triss stood aside, waiting anxiously.

  "The other party has a young 'diviner', and they used divination to find this place... I taught you a long time ago that after each action, you must use black flames to remove traces and resist divination. It seems that you have not learned it at all."

  Her eyes did not leave the magic mirror, but her mouth was aggressive.

  The next moment, Mitis's face changed.

  "Heavy artillery! Damn it, we can't let them leave."

  The magic mirror exhausted its power and oozed crimson liquid again, covering the mirror surface. Its owner didn't care about it at this time, but spoke to Triss hurriedly.

  "Go to the altar immediately, stop the ceremony, destroy the mirror in the bedroom, and then take the 'original' statue away. I will stop them. As soon as the ceremony stops, they will find out."

  "What's going on? Heavy artillery?" Triss's round cheeks were deformed by surprise, destroying the harmonious beauty.

  "The night watchmen have already discovered this place. They don't plan to attack, but to gather the army and use artillery to flatten this house and the entire altar!"

  Mitis's voice became sharp due to anxiety.

  (End of this chapter)

  Chapter 103: Counterattack

  "Maybe it will take a day, or two. At least this evil curse ritual will not be activated tonight."

  Looking at the yellow crystal pendant rotating counterclockwise, Klein looked at the captain and the other two teammates around him, and said slowly.

  "Very good, then we still have plenty of time."

  Dunn nodded and said to Leonard beside him.

  "Take Klein with you and drive to the Ahowa County garrison camp in the northern district. First, go to the military chaplain to identify yourself and inform them of the situation here. He has a way to get the army to assist you. Dispatch 3... no, 5 heavy artillery. Their range is very long. They don't need to reach the western district. They should be able to carry out covering fire here in the northern suburbs."

  He stuffed the map that Leonard and others had drawn in the afternoon into Klein's hands.

  "Let them aim and shoot."

  Klein didn't know why he was so excited that his face turned red. He took the map and put it away carefully.

  "No problem, we'll set off for the northern district now."

  Leonard saluted like a soldier and walked towards the carriage parked on the side of the road.

  When passing Angel, he turned his head and said silently:

  Good idea.

  I learned it from Enmat Harbor.

  She responded silently, and Leonard roughly recognized the words from her mouth shape. He smiled and took two steps forward.

  The moment he passed Angel, Leonard suddenly felt a huge force from his lower back, knocking him out. He

  barely turned his body in the air, and then he saw that Angel's raised foot had not been retracted.

  And, in his original position, a black flame dagger appeared in the air.

  "Enemy attack!"

  The "Midnight Poet" shouted with a trembling voice. Before he landed, he had already taken out the gun from the holster under his armpit and aimed at the position of the dagger.

  "Bang--"

  The sound of the gun and the sound of the body landing sounded at the same time. There was nothing in the place where the bullet flew past, and the black flame on the dagger converged, and then the whole weapon disappeared in the air.

  Invisibility! It was that "witch"!

  Without blindly wasting bullets, Leonard climbed up from the ground with his hands and feet, holding the gun and alert.

  "Witch! She's taking the initiative to attack. Get together!"

  Including Klein, the four night watchmen present were not the first to deal with an enemy who could hide his body. If the opponent's attack failed, he would definitely look for an opportunity again. The four of them immediately gathered around and stood in a circle with their backs to each other.

  "Bang-bang-"

  Two consecutive gunshots rang out.

  Angel lowered his right hand and fired a live bullet at the ground behind him, and then fired the "Phantom Phosphorus Eruption" located in the second position of the magazine.

  The glowing powder instantly enveloped the four people and the space around them. The phantom phosphorus powder shone with a pale yellow glow and slowly fell, rendering the country road under the night like a fairyland.

  There was no fifth figure among them.

  Could it be that this "witch" found that the prey was already alert and had no way to start, so she simply ran away?

  Leonard raised his gun and looked around. The dreamy phantom phosphorescent powder gradually moved horizontally with the breeze blowing from the Tussock River. It would soon float away from the few people. However, there were only four night watchers who were dyed with light powder and had a faint glow on their outlines.

  ... Be careful of the spider silk, that is Sequence 6, the "Pleasure Witch"...

  "It is Sequence 6, the 'Pleasure Witch', be careful of the spider silk!"

  Leonard repeated loudly. His eyes followed the prompts in his mind and soon found several silk threads with dots of starlight attached, which seemed to be slow but were actually fast.

  Dunn and Klein also found the faint spider silk. They aimed and pulled the trigger. The bullet whizzed past, but they had no way to deal with this slender spider.

  "Use fire, spider silk is afraid of fire."

  Angel's cold voice also carried a hint of anxiety. Leonard and she had seen the power of this spider silk. If they didn't find the invisible "Pleasure Witch" as soon as possible, or burn the spider silk, it wouldn't take long for the few people to have nothing to do but wait for death.   

  Klein was closest to the carriage. He was quick-witted and quick-handed. When he heard that fire was needed, he immediately took two steps forward, took the oil lamp from the carriage, and smashed it on the ground with his hand. Oil splashed everywhere, and the pungent smell instantly enveloped everyone.

  Then, flames shot up into the sky, drawing irregular patterns on the rammed earth road. The

  spider silk in the air caught fire and ran everywhere with flames like a lit fuse, and then gathered in the same direction.

  That was the location of the "Pleasure Witch"!

  Without waiting for Leonard to remind him, Dunn Smith put down his pistol, stroked his temples with his left hand, and closed his eyes slightly. An invisible wave spread out with him as the center, but most of it flowed in the direction of the spider silk.

  Even Leonard, who was standing next to the captain, felt his eyelids drooping uncontrollably, and his thoughts slowed down, as if he was going to sleep like this.

  Is the captain really only Sequence 7...

  He bit the tip of his tongue, letting the pain stimulate his brain, and woke up from his drowsiness. Leonard looked at Dunn beside him with some fear.

  The latter's eyes were completely closed, as if he had fallen asleep while standing. About 30 meters in front of him, the faint crimson moonlight illuminated a constantly moving space, like the refraction of light caused by the heat rising from the ground at noon.

  It was the "Pleasure Witch"! Although she was not completely hypnotized, she had exposed herself under the interference of the captain.

  "There!" Leonard shouted, and took the lead in firing.

  Angel, who was also on guard, fired with him. She fired a "Phantom Phosphorus Eruption". The bullet dragged a phosphorescent light, and Leonard's bullet hit the space moving like rippling water in the distance.

  "Bang--"

  The bullet exploded, and another group of phantom phosphorescent powder floating in the air appeared on the banks of the Tussock River.

  Leonard's bullet also hit the target accurately, but unfortunately, the sound of broken glass came as he expected.

  The mirror fragments marked by the light powder fell in the wheat field, and the "Pleasure Witch" hid her figure again.

  But there was no mirror nearby, how did she use the "mirror substitute"?

  ...They can carry their own special small mirrors as spellcasting materials, but the number of times is limited...

  "Another mirror substitute, she shouldn't be able to use it many times, everyone stay alert!"

  Leonard immediately passed this information to his teammates, and at the same time shouted loudly to intimidate the unknown "Pleasure Witch", and it would be best if she would retreat.

  The people who were scattered by the spider silk attack just now gathered again and stood beside the still burning whale oil.

  "Captain, can we find her like before?"

  Angel opened the revolver cylinder, poured out the few bullets that had not been fired, and replaced them all with "Phantom Phosphorus Eruption", then turned his head and asked Dunn.

  "You have to find the general direction first, otherwise you will be affected before her."

  Dunn squinted his eyes and used the dark vision of the sleepless to find the enemy in the surrounding wheat fields, but the enemy seemed to have made up his mind not to show up before the flames went out. There was silence around, and only the breeze blew through the heavy wheat ears, making a slight "rustling" sound.

  "No, she seems to be stalling for time..."

  Leonard felt a little uneasy. He turned his head to look at the second-story house in the distance. There was still an atmosphere of keeping strangers away, but the chill that penetrated into the bone marrow had disappeared.

  "The divination results show that the curse ritual will not be activated so soon. What's the point of her delaying this little time?"

  Klein was very sure of the accuracy of his divination.

  "Unless it is for..."

  "She has companions. She must be trying to stop the ritual and take the key items away to escape!"

  Angel's exclamation suppressed Leonard's muttering. The faces of several people changed drastically, and they looked at the house that had already restrained the chill.

  The same chill appeared less than 10 meters away from them. One after another, frost spears as thick as arms formed in the air and flew towards the night watchers like flowers scattered by fairies.

  　Strange... homonyms separated by punctuation marks can also be blocked

  (end of this chapter)

  Chapter 104 Dying

  "Get out of the way!"

  Angel rolled away from the spot, and shouted a warning to the other teammates. A frost spear that attacked her pierced into the ground, brushing against her body. The gushing cold air made the nearby land covered with a layer of white frost.

  From the moment this Sequence 6 "Pleasure Witch" tried to attack them through spider silk, Angel guessed that her purpose was obviously not to kill the Nighthawks, but to delay everyone.

  Otherwise, the black flame and frost spears at medium distances would obviously be more suitable for her combat methods.

  As soon as Leonard discovered this, the opponent stepped up his offensive, even using frost spears at close range to restrict the Nighthawks, which further exposed her purpose.

  Find a way to consume her mirror substitute, just like how he dealt with Madam Sharon...

  Ignoring the coldness that invaded his body, Angel raised his hand and shot back. The light of "Phantom Phosphorus Eruption" burst out again, and a faint white humanoid silhouette appeared not far away, leisurely moving away from the position where the Nighthawks were holding on.

  "I found her, Captain!"

  Angel's voice was not finished, and a familiar wave came from behind her. She gritted her teeth and forced herself to stay awake, moving sideways a few steps to leave Dunn's attack range.

  The "Pleasure Witch" who was directly affected by the power of "Nightmare" was even more unbearable. She shook her body and stopped moving. The disguise of invisibility also faded rapidly, and a slender woman wearing a black robe and a hood appeared in front of Angel.

  I see how many mirror substitutes you have...

  Angel put the revolver filled with "Phantom Phosphorus Eruption" back into the holster on his waist, pulled out the "Thirst Blood" that had been hidden and unused from his armpit, injected a little spirituality, aimed at the tall figure in the distance and pulled the trigger.

  The black flame bullet hit the woman's body accurately, but this time there was no illusory sound of the mirror breaking. The black flame that could devour the spirit and flesh surged from the hit point and quickly spread throughout the body of the "Pleasure Witch", burning her into a purple-black fireball.

  What's going on? She was solved just like that?

  Angel fired two more shots at the burning witch without hesitation, adding fuel to the black flames, causing the flames on her body to rise a full meter high.

  There was also a dense sound of gunfire behind her.

  Then, in her eyes, the burning body suddenly shrank and became smaller, turning into a black wooden stick about 20 centimeters long in the air.

  The wooden stick burned with black flames and fell to the ground.

  At the same time, the figure of the Witch of Joy appeared in front of Angel, holding a dagger in both hands, with black flames gushing from the tip of the dagger. She approached her at a very fast speed, and her black robe fluttered in the wind.

  If it wasn't a mirror stand-in, what kind of ability was this... a wooden stick stand-in?

  Angel didn't bother to study the difference between the two stands. Seeing that the other party had already killed him in front of him, he could only retreat and shoot at the same time.

  "Bang——"

  The black-robed witch turned her body to the side and dodged the bullet easily. The dagger came and passed by Angel's chest. As she moved, Angel could barely see the face under her hood. It was a face he had never seen before, but it was extremely beautiful.

  By the way, this guy is also an "assassin". It is difficult to hit him with a direct shot...

  She pulled out a dagger from her waist and blocked the opponent's second attack. The heavy attack almost made the dagger in her left hand slip out of her hand.

  "You are quite skilled. You are also an "assassin". Why did you join the "Nighthawks" and attack your companions?"

  Companions? My companions are all behind me.

  Angel did not give her the opportunity to use "instigation" or "provoke". He directly interrupted the witch's words with the sound of a gun.

  "Captain, hypnotize us, Leonard, prepare to attack!"

  Since he couldn't do anything to her, he called his teammates for help!

  After thinking this through, Angel did not retreat but advanced, holding the dagger in his left hand and holding the "thirst for blood" in his right hand. He took two steps forward and got close to the body of the Pleasure Witch.

  As long as I hold her back and wait for the captain to use the "nightmare" ability...

  Captain?

  Leonard?

  Behind me, it was quiet, as if she and the witch in front of her were the only two people left on the riverside.

  "Hehe——"

  The Witch of Joy laughed a few times with great joy, and a few floating black flames emerged around her. Angel, who had seen the power of this black flame, could only step back two steps to avoid the attack of the black flame.

  The other party did not chase, but pulled off his hood, revealing his soft gray-white long hair and fair skin, with an irresistible smile on his face.   

  "Teammate? If you don't go over, they'll all be dead!"

  "Bang--"

  Without the heart to talk to him, Angel raised "Thirst" and fired a shot, knowing that she couldn't hit the opponent at all. She didn't even have the extraordinary ability to input spirituality and use weapons.

  As expected, the hastily fired shot was dodged by the Witch of Joy, and the two of them also pulled away.

  But what about the captain? Where are Klein and Leonard?

  While quickly reloading, thinking, even if he guessed that this should be the opponent's verbal attack, Angel still couldn't help but turn his head and look behind him with the corner of his eye.

  "Nightmare" Dunn Smith's windbreaker was undulating, as if there was a terrifying monster crawling under the clothes.

  Not far in front of him, under the illumination of the phantom phosphor powder, Leonard threw away the revolver with an empty bullet, clenched his fists, and rushed towards a short woman in a black robe. The latter had lowered her hood and her black hair was fluttering, not affected by the power of "Nightmare" at all.

  She held the statue made of bones in one hand and waved the other in the air, commanding the black flames floating in the air to block the two of them, leaving Leonard in a dilemma. He could only dodge on the spot, looking embarrassed.

  Captain, Leonard, isn't everything okay?

  Angel's uneasiness was slightly relieved.

  Wait, who's on the ground?

  She was about to withdraw her gaze, but it froze, and then she glanced at Dunn's feet, where she was lying with a familiar figure.

  Klein Moretti, the young "fortune teller", closed his eyes, covered his chest with one hand, and held the silver chain with the other. The topaz at the end of the chain was stained red with blood. More, unstoppable blood was gushing out regularly from the gaps between his fingers covering his chest, spilling into the sky, and even splashing on Dunn's leather boots.

  "Today you will all live well..."

  "Today you will all die here!"

  The witch's annoying voice came, with supreme joy in her tone, as if she was enjoying Angel's despair.

  Black flames appeared beside the witch. Angel's hands and feet tightened at the same time, and he was entangled by countless invisible spider silks.

  "Let's start with you, the traitorous 'assassin'."

  Frost and flames appeared in the air at the same time. The Sequence 6 Witch of Pleasure showed her full strength.

  "Click--"

  A loud mechanical sound startled the witch for a moment, and then her face changed. The black flames and ice spikes beside her hit Angel in a series.

  Bright yellow flames surged from the bound Angel, and the spider silks that were afraid of flames broke and burned out. The figure in the flames raised one hand and fired a bullet with black flames at the ground, and black and purple flames exploded.

  The witch, who had already become alert, retreated again and again, waving her hands, directing the ice spikes and black flames to fly towards the figure in the flames, but all the attacks passed through the illusory fire and hit the ground.

  ...

  Leonard was desperately avoiding the black flames controlled by the "witch" in front of him, and retreated step by step under their pursuit.

  The "nightmare" ability that Dunn used before the battle seemed to be hindered by some force. His body shook, his windbreaker slowly fell off, his eyes had reopened, and his green eyes were deeply looking at the statue in the "witch's" hand.

  "Original Witch..."

  he murmured.

  The "nightmare" ability didn't work, and Klein was seriously injured by the sneak attack. Dunn felt that his spirituality was showing signs of being out of control. He quickly suppressed his emotions and took out his revolver.

  "Bang--"

  There was a sound of flames exploding in his ears, and he saw a flash of fire in front of him. A woman with long light golden hair stepped out of the flames, raised her hand and shot away a black flame that was floating towards Leonard.

  "Captain, you and Leonard go hold the other one, leave this to me."

  The cold but confident voice made Dunn's anxiety fade away.

  (End of this chapter)

  Chapter 105 "Witch"

  "Damage Transfer" is one of the core abilities of a magician. It can "drag" a wound somewhere on the body to another location through contact. Whether it is a penetrating wound or a large open wound, as long as the destination body area is large enough, it can be perfectly transferred.

  And this ability can be used on other people, but it cannot transfer the wound from one person to another.

  After pressing the "magic pocket watch" hidden on the wrist of his left hand and getting rid of the "Witch of Joy" through the flame jump, Angel, who came to Klein and Dunn, squatted down immediately and used this ability on Klein.

  Fortunately, although he was pierced through the heart by a dagger and bleeding profusely, he was still alive. As long as he was alive, there was hope...

  Regardless of the blood gushing out and splashing all over his arm, Angel pressed the sharp wound about three fingers long on Klein's chest and activated "damage transfer", directly dragging the wound to his left shoulder.

  The bleeding wound followed Angel's fingers and moved all the way to the shoulder. The blood gushing out along the way soaked Klein's white shirt until it was fixed on the outside of his left shoulder. The wound that penetrated the vital organs had turned into an ordinary external injury that was still bleeding but not fatal.

  Klein's eyes, which had become unfocused because his heart could no longer sustain and his blood pressure continued to drop, almost immediately regained focus. Although his face was still pale due to the massive blood loss, and although he could not even speak with his lips moving, he was obviously out of danger.

  Looking at Klein who clenched his teeth and endured the pain in his shoulder, Angel gave him a gentle look to comfort him, and put his right hand on his left shoulder to hold it in place. Then he stood up again and looked at the "witch" in front of him.

  Dunn, who was standing by, also breathed a sigh of relief. He took two steps back, leaving the battlefield to Angel, and turned back to greet the "Pleasure Witch" who had bypassed the "Phantom Phosphorus Eruption" area and approached again. The latter licked her lips, her cold eyes swept over the Night Watchers, her white arms caressed her body, and she disappeared into the night again.

  Taking advantage of the few seconds when the Night Watchers quickly changed their formation, the "Witch" summoned several black flames around her again, holding a strange bone statue in one hand and a frost spear in the other, as if she was fully armed and ready to continue fighting.

  Her hood had been removed in the previous battle, and her long black hair was simply tied with a cloth strip and draped behind her. The gentle and sweet features on her round face were distorted at this time, and her slender eyes glared at Angel.

  "It's you..."

  The witch's tone was surprised and a little angry.

  She seemed to know me?

  Hearing the other party's emotional words, Angel was startled, and then doubts were replaced by anger.

  Her left hand was stained with Klein's blood, which was still warm.

  Klein, who was lying at her feet, was breathing heavily, enduring the blood loss and pain.

  If I hadn't had "damage transfer", he would have...

  No matter who you are, you will die here today!

  Her left hand dropped to her waist, and she suddenly pulled out the dagger. Angel's "thirst for blood" in her right hand roared, and with her spirituality and anger, she shot a black flame bullet at the opponent.

  "Bang--"

  The witch waved the frost spear and rushed forward, barely blocking the bullet. The flames and frost scattered, like blooming flowers in the dark night.

  She sneered, danced her fingers, and the black flames floating beside her lined up and flew towards Angel.

  Angel did not retreat but advanced, waving the dagger to meet the black flames. When she was about to be hit by the first black flame, her body emitted bright yellow flames again, making the black flames pass through her figure in the fire like hitting an invisible phantom.

  At the last black flame, which was also the one closest to the witch, a flame of the same color flashed. Angel's body leaped out and pounced on the opponent with forward speed. The dagger that was extended in advance whistled and stabbed straight at the witch's neck.   

  "Bang——"

  The witch clenched her right hand, and a loud explosion like a bomb erupted between the two of them. A black flame much larger than usual appeared out of thin air and exploded. The flame that could devour spirits and flesh instantly climbed up Angel's exposed arms and cheeks.

  The "witch" sneered and stepped back, looking at her "masterpiece", watching the other party's tall body burning and twisting in the flames...

  ...Then it shrank and folded, turning into a thin paper figure, floating into the air with black flames, and burning into a wisp of ash.

  "What..."

  The witch narrowed her slender eyes, and before she could react, a dagger in the darkness beside her was as fast as lightning, crossing a distance of several meters in the blink of an eye, and directly stabbed into her heart.

  Accumulate power and strike!

  Activating the assassin's ability, sending the dagger into the other party's body, Angel heard the expected sound of glass breaking.

  She didn't hesitate at all, and even before the figure of the witch in front of her turned into fragments, she clenched her back teeth, opened her spiritual vision, and looked around.

  Not far to the right of her body, away from the battlefield of Dunn, Leonard and the "Pleasure Witch" behind her, a white outline appeared out of thin air. There was a slightly smaller spiritual light next to "it", but it directly stung Angel's eyes.

  It was that strange statue...

  Angel quickly withdrew from the spiritual vision to avoid being contaminated by the statue of the evil god. He raised the "thirst for blood" in his right hand, released his spiritual power, and pulled the trigger without waiting for careful aiming.

  This was a "phantom phosphorus eruption" that she had prepared for the mirror stand-in.

  The bullet strengthened by the black flame hit the ground, and the phantom phosphorus powder instantly enveloped the witch who escaped from Angel through the stand-in. The black and purple flames covered her whole body, igniting her palms and hair tips that were not covered by clothes, just like what she did to Angel just now.

  It seemed that there was no mirror for the "stand-in". This time, the witch did not break into pieces again and use the stand-in to leave. Instead, she waved her arms, and black flames appeared everywhere on her body, blending with the black and purple flames of "thirst for blood" and consuming each other. She whimpered softly, dragging the flames all over her body like a torch in the dark night, and rushed out of the coverage area of ​​"phantom phosphorus eruption".

  "Ice... frost!"

  The witch endured the pain all over her body, took out a silver sheet, and chanted a spell in Hermes. The space around her instantly changed from late summer to deep winter. The cold air gushed out of her hands, like an invisible giant hand sweeping across, extinguishing the flames on her body.

  The witch, who looked embarrassed and had her black hair burned short, breathed a sigh of relief and stopped.

  "Pop--"

  Like the crackling sound of wet firewood burning, there was an explosion behind her.

  Angel walked out of the flames again, her back to the burning phantom phosphor powder, her face expression could not be seen against the backlight, her left hand below the elbow was stained with blood, she held the dagger upside down, and in her right hand was the pitch-black "Thirst Blood", the abyss-like muzzle of the gun was pointed at the witch's head that had just turned around.

  "Try to hide again."

  She said softly, and pulled the trigger.

  (End of this chapter)