Secret: The years I served as a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 617 Witch
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Medici gritted his teeth.

The power of two guys who are currently stronger than him is waging a tug-of-war on him, and the "good luck" and favor that Ouroboros left behind before parting are being quickly consumed by the Original Witch.

Ouroboros is not a god after all. No matter how bad Chick's condition is, he is still a genuine old-fashioned true god. His illness has never gone away, but it has been temporarily stopped by these good lucks and continuous small "restarts". The symptoms of dizziness and difficulty speaking still exist.

The severe headache and strange pain were only temporarily relieved, and his throat had space for him to speak and breathe, but that was all. It would not and could not be eliminated by the "Angel of Destiny". As the carrier of their power struggle, Medici was slightly thankful that Chik's virus had not directly invaded his brain, and tried to awaken his consciousness amid the various complications and drowsiness brought by the disease.

Medici's mind raced, but the power gap between him and Chick made this assassination a foregone conclusion. He had never been in such a dangerous situation in his life where he was about to die without any resistance.

When facing the assassination attempt by the "Assassin" of Sequence One on the True God, the fact that He did not die instantly showed that He was experienced and had a strong will!

Of course, the most important thing is good luck.

“We can’t keep dragging this out. The Great Snake’s protection will soon run out. If we drag it on any longer, it will delay His Apotheosis Ceremony… I am now a talking Beyonder Characteristic. Even if the Great Snake comes in person, he may not be able to protect me…”

“Heh, Chick, you finally got to be a traditional assassin. Your assassination skills are pretty good, but if you hadn’t chosen to use disease but had just rushed up and stabbed me, then maybe you would have been able to accommodate my extraordinary characteristics by now.”

It was a little funny to think about it. The Brass Book of Trunsoest stipulated that "no hunter may use any method to hunt", but it did not prohibit assassins from using any method to assassinate their targets. The Patriarch was only concerned with defending himself, and completely forgot that there might be a true god watching him! Even the emperor of the Medici and Einhorn families only wanted to get the other party's extraordinary characteristics as soon as possible, instead of thinking about how to save their lives in case the "Original Witch" came to fry the fish. There was nothing to think about, as the facts proved that He would kill them all when He came.

At the critical moment, Medici didn't even bother to curse the two cohabitants in his mind to ease his emotions, and he was concentrating on thinking of a way to escape.

There was only one way to escape now—that was to pray to The Fool for help immediately. However, Klein had said before that He was going to fall into a deep sleep and maintain this state, so it would be best to wait for Him to wake up naturally. Praying for help rashly might worsen the other party's mental state. Therefore, Chick's appearance now was also to test The Fool's state, and he did not kill Medici right away.

"Oh no, I didn't ask Klein for help right away. He should have guessed it..."

Medici's mind raced, and he immediately realized that the momentary delay had conveyed a certain message. No matter what Chick thought, he would realize that "The Fool is not convenient to respond, and He is also not convenient to pray for some reason"... He resisted the urge to frown, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and breathed a sigh of relief, pretending to be at ease.

He didn't need to say much, just gave Chick a disdainful look.

Such behavior may anger the other party, but only by pretending to be relaxed now will the other party be cautious and worry whether he or she has any items or blessings given by the "Fool" on him or her.

"How careless."

The High-Sequence Beings who are still alive today have a piece of information that they are well aware of, and therefore a common misunderstanding:

That is, everyone knows that the uniqueness of the "Red Priest" path has been seriously polluted. Not to mention accommodating it, if there is not enough power, it will be adversely affected. Even the God of Thunder is unwilling to use it too much.

At the same time, the source of this path is very unique, and even Medici, who had the help of the ancient sun god, could not completely suppress it.

It was no secret that the Demon of Knowledge had saved Bethel, but even this old man who came to remove the pollution had to kill the "door" first. With this understanding, almost everyone felt that the cost-effectiveness of the competition between the two paths of witches and hunters was too low.

Chick had obtained a Conqueror, but since the honorific name had not changed to this day, it proved that He had not yet contained that extraordinary characteristic.

The God of Thunder holds uniqueness, and He cannot become a dual-path true God, so He has been observing secretly outside each battlefield.

Before Medici received Klein's promise, he was pessimistic about whether he could become Sequence 0. The emperor of Feysac probably hoped that the God of War would rescue him, but he didn't expect the God of War to throw himself into the river first. In the eyes of Medici, the competitor, the other party seemed to have no expectation of becoming a god at all, and was just confronting him with his last bit of pride and unwillingness to admit defeat.

So everyone chose to ignore Chick, thinking that He would not take action on the uniqueness because of the poor accommodation progress!
"Wait...why did Chick suddenly take action?"

Medici suddenly thought of something unreasonable:
"I have been in Feysac for a week. I am not like the emperor who has an army to cooperate with and many level 0 seals to protect myself. I am now a commander without any troops. If He wants to take action, He can assassinate me silently at any time like He did just now!"

"Wouldn't it be more convenient to just do it in that small stronghold? I died quietly, and the emperor was kept in the dark. He could even continue to stab them directly in the back."

"But why choose to do it now, and on the street?"

The moment this series of doubts arose, Medici instinctively realized that the answer to this question might be crucial. But before he could think, he suddenly felt dizzy and had a severe headache as if thousands of steel needles were piercing his brain.

Even the Red Angel couldn't help but bite his lips and groaned.

Chike was indeed dissatisfied with the attitude shown by this Conqueror Extraordinary Characteristic. He gained great satisfaction from Medici's painful body language. Looking at Medici's painful but helpless look, he felt more relaxed and comfortable than he had in thousands of years.

The pure white feather fan opened, gracefully covering the upturned corners of His lips.

I don't know when the sky darkened, dark clouds covered the city center, a faint fragrance slowly diffused in the surroundings, and the place that was usually the most lively was now completely silent, without a single sound of living people or even living things.

There was only one voice echoing faintly, but Medici closed his ears and tried not to perceive it.

Because even if He didn't listen, He knew that it was definitely a woman's singing. The song was soft and slow, which made people think of a peaceful lullaby under the moonlight, or a little tune about love hummed by a girl thinking of her lover. But the effect of the song was far from being as gentle and sweet as it sounded. It was poison wrapped in honey, like the siren in ancient mythology, tempting the living to walk out of the window by themselves, sacrificing their lives and souls to the beautiful goddess, with an intoxicated smile on their broken faces.

The Feysac Empire had no gods to protect it, and no one was able to resist the existence of the original witch.

He could come in person and quietly kill his enemy with disease, without giving him another chance to fight.

Bethel Abraham had no interest in faith, and the "Fool" was prepared to become the new faith of the country and had his own believers come, but He himself had no further preparation.

It can be said that Chike can now walk sideways throughout the Feysac Empire. The only ones who are worthy of his hesitation are the followers of The Fool. However, this does not affect his action against Medici. He has seen the fight between the Angel of Destiny Ouroboros and the Chairman of the Council of Life. They have been in opposition for thousands of years. However, after obtaining the permission of The Fool, whoever loses can keep his life. This gave him the inspiration and courage to act. As long as Medici is not dead, then this matter will be limited to the competition of adjacent paths!
The competition for the extraordinary path is a winner-takes-all situation. The "Fool" himself defeated other "fortune tellers" to compete for the position!

"Medici doesn't seem to be planning to ask the Fool for help?"

Just as Medici thought, Chick was also secretly observing the other party's state. As an old rival who had been fighting for a long time, Medici said that he did not take the original witch seriously, but he was more cautious than anything else when he met her. The hunter's mouth, their words and even their actions were often part of their conspiracy, so Chick chose to seal the opponent's throat and vocal cords, and directly made the opponent lose the ability to move, intending to slowly wear Medici to death.

"He has neither asked for help from the Fool nor from God. Does He have any other method?"

Chick was suspicious. He aggravated the other party's various illnesses, making the "good luck" left by Ouroboros burn quickly. At the same time, he paid close attention to Medici's movements and even took a look at the other two angels in the city.

However, one sequence one and one sequence two are really not enough.

Chick waved his white feather fan, glanced at Medici who was still struggling, and then looked into the distance.

In an instant, countless invisible and intangible spider silk fell from the fingertips of the Original Witch, like a big web woven on the sky, instantly wrapping the entire Saint Milon in the spider web, but did not continue to extend to a farther direction.

The Gorgon Witch quietly moved her power closer to the most prosperous area, closer to the temple of the Church of the God of War.

The priest who was praying for an elderly couple in the church was suddenly shocked. He saw a beautiful woman in front of him. She was very charming and her eyes were full of affection. Seeing her was like seeing the most beautiful image in his heart. She smiled, and the priest was immediately filled with great joy, as if he had returned to his youth and received the wholehearted love of his beloved.

She came over, gently approached his face, and whispered softly in his ear:

"Kill them and I'll be yours."

There was suddenly a commotion in the originally orderly temple. A strange internal conflict broke out among them. When one of them raised his gun at his other colleagues without hesitation, he was surprised to find that they had made the same move.

The disease called "love" did not only appear in these few people. After the ordinary priests sacrificed their companions and themselves to the perfect goddess, the praying people also began to pull and push each other. However, this chaos did not last long.

They quickly stopped what they were doing, looked at the air or people in front of them, and smiled happily.

The graceful afterimage of the original witch walked through the reflections of the accessories, coins and mirrors they were wearing, with a warm smile on her face.

He entered the church, and no one came out.

Deep in the underground church, Patriarch Larion was about to respond to the prayer of a demigod, when he suddenly felt something in his heart and raised his head.

Suddenly, the holy emblem of the God of War was no longer in front of him, but a bright mirror. The reflection in the mirror was not himself, but a young and beautiful girl smiling at him. She stretched out her hand, as if to invite him to go out for a walk together.

Larion was instantly captured by this smile. He stared blankly at the beautiful girl in front of him and rubbed his hands awkwardly, causing a heavy book-like object to slip from his hands and fall at his feet.

The sound of the "Trunsoest Brass Book" falling to the ground brought him back to his senses. He subconsciously looked at his feet, only to see a line of words quickly appearing on the surface of this sealed object that had been with him for half a month:

"Witches are not allowed to appear here..."

The words disappeared faster than they appeared.

The seal struggled for a moment:
"Charm is prohibited here..."

The words disappeared at the same speed as they appeared, but there was still a chance to see them clearly. After seeing the words clearly, Larion suddenly realized what had just happened, and his eyes were immediately filled with fear. The Patriarch immediately did not dare to look at the mirror hanging on the wall, but bent down and reached out to pick up the "Trunsost Brass Book" that had fallen on the ground.

But He did not touch the seal. His outstretched hand fell into the palm of a beautiful white hand.

The girl in the mirror walked out into reality, half squatting and holding Larion's hand.

His soft fingers gently stroked the back of the Patriarch's hand, wiping away the vigilance and fear of the gods that should have been shown on the battlefield where life could be in danger at any time, like insignificant dust, and ecstasy and love quickly rose up to fill the gaps.

Beauty and emotions are meaningless things to mythical creatures, but to witches, they are the sharpest knives in their hands.

"Why are you so vigilant?"

His voice is like a beautiful dream.

"Come, hand over all the seals to me, and tell the emperor that you have found the location of Medici..."

……

Medici, who had recovered a little bit of his spirit, smashed the walnut mirror beside him with one punch. In the mirror, the Original Witch was looking into the distance with her profile. With one punch from Medici, the beautiful and enchanting face with a bright smile shattered into countless pieces.

Medici coughed twice, spat the coughed blood on the glass fragments without caring, held on to the wall and barely stood up, then stepped directly on the mirror fragments and took big, staggering steps, running towards the bulletin board in the city center in two steps at a time.

Just after taking a step, he suddenly made a retching motion, then pursed his lips and wiped the blood that flowed from the corner of his mouth.

As he took the second step, the arm that covered his mouth suddenly became swollen and purple, expanding his sleeve, and filthy pus and blood flowed out of the cuff.

This body was about to fall apart completely in the next second.

TBC
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I can't stand it anymore. 30 hours have passed but when I see the mirror I want to tear my head off. I can't accept it. I can't accept it.
(End of this chapter)