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Chapter 1673 Witch Cultist? (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)
A giant snake-like shadow swooped down from the sky, instantly sweeping away any figures that tried to approach.

Denon, who was running in the lead, was the first to be thrown out and crashed to the ground.

Several figures beside him also rolled to the ground and landed next to him.

The blood-red sky shrouded the earth, and the light of dusk spilled over the wounds and bloodstains of the crowd.

A dense pack of wolves swarmed in from all directions, surrounding the group in a small circle.

"cough--"

Denon coughed up a mouthful of blood, raised his head, glanced at the tightly closed door behind the giant serpent, and lowered his gaze.

"Denorn, are you still going to struggle?" A long-haired man with messy hair hanging over his shoulders looked up at Denorn and said with a hint of mockery, "Your only way out now is to join the Abnormal. The Church is in dire need of people right now, and the Archbishop will definitely entrust you with an important task."

Denor raised his head and glanced at the long-haired man who had spoken, but his gaze did not fall on the long-haired man. Instead, it fell on a figure hidden in the shadows behind the long-haired man, whose graceful figure could be vaguely seen.

Then he looked down at a dimly lit button in his hand and remained silent for a moment.

“Stop talking nonsense,” a young man next to Denon shouted at the long-haired man. “We’re not surrendering. It’s either live or die.”

boom--

A shadowy beam of light streaked across the sky, instantly piercing the young man who had spoken.

boom--

Denon reached out and grabbed the shadowy radiance. Blood, glowing with green light, slowly flowed from the gap in his hand and dripped onto the barren earth.

“This doesn’t sound like an attempt to persuade them to surrender.” Denon crushed the shadow, his face pale as he looked at the long-haired man.

"Do you still have the right to talk to us about attitude?" the long-haired man sneered.

The figures around him gripped various blades in their hands, the dense pack of wolves crouched down, and the shadowy giant snakes coiled around him raised their heads.

"You have only one attitude: either die with all of these people around you," the long-haired man slightly raised the blade in his hand, his cold voice filled with mockery and arrogance, "or kneel before us and beg the archbishop to spare your life."

Upon hearing his words, Denon's expression remained unchanged.

In fact, Denon's gaze was never on the long-haired man, but on the graceful figure behind him.

The long-haired man noticed this as well. His gaze gradually darkened, and the smile on his face quickly vanished. "You're asking for death."

The figure behind Denon also rose slightly at this moment, gripping the broken sword and blade.

However, Denon slightly raised his hand, signaling the people around him not to make any moves.

He raised his bleeding hand, looked at the young man who had just spoken beside him, and said in a low voice, "Do you remember the S3 exercise we did before?"

The young man was slightly taken aback, and stared at Denon with wide eyes.

Denon didn't give him a chance to continue speaking, but quickly said, "After you leave, go find Loren. He can protect you. Then leave the city as quickly as possible and contact Aines or Dawn City, the sooner the better."

The young man opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

But Denon interrupted him almost instantly, "Don't hesitate, the faster the better. Every extra second could save countless lives."

He glanced at the young man. "Remember your oath!"

Almost the instant he finished speaking, his figure shot off like an arrow towards the long-haired man.

Or rather, she rushed toward the graceful figure behind the long-haired man.

"court death!"

The long-haired man gave a low shout and charged straight at Denon.

However, his speed is far inferior to that of Denon.

Denon arrived beside him in an instant, and then walked past him.

At this moment, the group of members of the Abnormal Association who were originally behind Denon also got up and rushed towards the closed door to the side.

The long-haired man watched this scene, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

The graceful figure that had been holding back suddenly leaped forward, her entire form fluttering like a butterfly as she drifted toward the group rushing toward the gate.

Beside the long-haired man, in front of Denon, a huge snake head suddenly drooped down from the sky.

The giant shadow serpent opened its mouth, and its enormous shadow, like an abyss, almost completely obscured the sky in front of Denon.

Then the abyss contracted, the snake's mouth opened and swallowed, biting off Denon in one gulp.

"An overconfident fool—"

The long-haired man opened his mouth to laugh, but suddenly found a figure covered in blood standing beside him.

Before he could say anything, a huge fist pierced through his body and crushed his heart.

Immediately afterwards, the blood-soaked figure grabbed his body, suddenly floated up, and threw him toward the graceful figure dancing like a butterfly.

The graceful figure stared at the long-haired man's corpse in the air. Before she could react, the blood-soaked figure arrived in front of her.

"Denorn, ha~"

Like an ancient piano, it played a deep and melodious tune, and a gentle female voice echoed under the entire blood-red sky.

The sound was so beautiful, as if it possessed some kind of captivating power.

This caused everyone on the battlefield to pause in their actions.

The blood-soaked figure, charging forward in fury, paused for a moment.

But just a moment later, he reacted, rushing towards the graceful figure at an even faster speed, his low, hoarse roar echoing under the sky.
"Witch Cult!"

The sound briefly broke the beautiful moan of her graceful figure.

But the next instant, the angry roar abruptly stopped.

Because that graceful figure had already raised her hand, Denon, covered in blood, froze.

He stood there, like a gentleman invited to dance at a ball, subconsciously raising his hand to grasp the outstretched hand of that graceful figure.

The momentum of his entire body rushing forward transformed into an 'urgency' to pounce on the graceful figure, as if in that instant, his body had completely broken free of his control and become a puppet being pulled by the graceful figure before him.

An invisible dance seemed to resound in the void, and the figures of the abnormal associations who were rushing headlong toward the closed gate slowed down at this moment, their entire bodies uncontrollably beginning to 'dance'.

Denor watched all of this, his eyes wide.

puff--

Blood spurted from his body again. In that instant, he broke free from the 'dance' pose, and a hidden sword shot out from his hand, which he thrust fiercely at the graceful figure in front of him.

"Ah~"

Only a soft and gentle sigh echoed under the desolate sky. The hidden sword that rushed towards the graceful figure was like a breeze brushing past a dancing skirt, naturally veering off the edge of that figure.

"Why are you doing this?"

A long, slightly mournful sigh echoed in the void.

Her slender, pale fingers grasped the long, thin sleeve blade, gently 'removing' it from Denon's hand. Then, she gracefully turned, flipped the blade, and thrust it towards Denon's chest.

Her movements appeared gentle and slow, like beautiful fallen leaves in the autumn wind, full of quiet beauty and provocative desire.

Everyone present seemed to fall silent in the face of this 'exquisite' sight. Even Denon stared wide-eyed at the slender sleeve blade, its tip piercing his heart before the blade slowly advanced forward.

click -

But a crisp sound brought this exquisite and gentle melody to an end.

A hand reached out from the void, its index and middle fingers glowing with the light of dusk, gently pinching the sleeve sword that was being pushed forward.

The slender, pale fingers gripping the sword turned a faint red, as a powerful force was applied to the blade. Yet, the hidden blade remained steadfastly in place, neither leaning nor retreating.

Not moving at all.

At that moment, Denon, covered in blood, finally came to his senses, turned his head to look at the source of the hand, and his pupils contracted slightly, "Lo...Len?"

“Hmm,” He Ao nodded slightly, raising his other hand slightly and placing it on Denon’s shoulder with a little force. “Leave the rest to me.”

The force propelled Denon backward, sending him flying backward as he stared wide-eyed at Heo.

At this moment, the graceful figure released her grip on the hidden sword, and a slender thread emerged from under her sleeve, reflecting a shimmering light in the twilight, and wrapped around He Ao's body.

He Ao gripped the spear in his backhand, and with a gentle twist, the crystal spear tip caught the thin silk thread and pulled sharply. The graceful figure lost her balance and fell forward, leaning against He Ao.

A faint, delicate fragrance, like that of spring flowers and grass, accompanied the woman's body as she rushed forward toward He'ao.

The two were so close that He Ao could smell the faint scent of shampoo on the woman's head, feel her warm breath, and even feel the girl's soft body.

Then, he slowly raised his hand.

boom--

His arm flashed across the sky like lightning, grabbing the woman's neck and slamming her to the ground with a thud.

The thick earth cracked instantly at that moment, and her graceful body almost completely sank into the ground.

The beautiful woman's eyes widened, seemingly still unable to comprehend what had happened, when the tip of the crystal spear, reflecting the light of dusk, streaked across the sky and pierced her chest.

As blood splattered with a purple glow, the woman he had slammed to the ground stared wide-eyed at him, watching the faint purple glow flowing beneath his skin.

Finally, the woman's gaze settled on the pendant on his chest, her pupils contracting slightly. "You're from K..."

"Are you looking for us?" He Ao leaned down, almost touching the woman's cheek, and his hoarse voice rang in her ear.

Twisted flesh writhed rapidly beneath Heo's skin, and a shimmering purple glow almost completely overflowed from beneath the skin.

Memory access!

boom--

The next instant, the woman's body suddenly contracted inward, collapsing into a dark pool of blood.

A gift?

He released his grip, slowly stood up, and frowned slightly as he looked at the bloodstains on the ground.

At that moment, a huge shadow loomed over his head. He looked up and saw a giant shadowy snake head hanging above his head, suddenly opening its mouth.

A dense pack of wolves surrounded him.

"Run!" Denon, who had fallen to the ground not far away, struggled to his feet, opened his mouth, and shouted loudly.

Amidst the shouts, He Ao simply gripped his spear, raised his head, and quietly observed everything around him.

boom--

The upright gun fell to the ground with a crisp sound, like a scepter striking a crown.

The enormous shadow above his head rapidly expanded.

He Ao simply opened his mouth slightly and calmly said, "Get lost."

In that instant, some invisible rule was revealed, and the open snake head suddenly retracted, shrinking back like a puppy that had made a mistake, and coiled back in front of the tightly closed door in a flash.

The wolves that slowly surrounded them whimpered a few times, looked around, and then turned and ran away.

The world instantly returned to silence and desolation.

Denon's outstretched hand remained suspended in mid-air as he stared blankly at everything.

He Ao had already bent down and picked up a small piece of black, jade-like 'wood' from the bloodstains in front of him, its edges showing a slight crystal color.

This is a small section of the World Tree's root that has not been crystallized.

According to the woman's memory, by holding the tree root and communicating with it in a certain way, one could control the abnormal life in the Twilight Wasteland to some extent. This was one of the "hidden rules" of this anomaly.

However, Heo didn't need this. The spear shaft of the Spear of Vestara was made from the root of the World Tree, and it was in much better condition than this one.

Having learned the method, he could completely replicate the woman's 'command'. He could even use the power of the Spear of Vistara to 'enhance' this hidden command rule, making these aberrant beings completely obey his commands.

He Ao lowered his head and looked at the bloodstains remaining on the ground.

This woman was originally just a C-level 'whisperer' who infiltrated the Anomalous Association and gained power far exceeding her own level through a certain special blessing ritual.

She only had two tasks.

First, she received orders from an unknown superior to release members of the Anomalous Cult when necessary and to clean up all members of the Anomalous Association—that is what she is doing now.

Second, with the help of the Anomalous Association, investigate 'K'.

Moreover, her power is somewhat peculiar, unlike the power that one might directly pray to a god for.

It's more like some higher being has been lending her a portion of its power through a specific 'ritual,' with the side effect that her will is influenced by that higher being during the process. He Ao clearly felt this influence on her soul.

An 'angel' from the witch cult?
Unfortunately, the high-ranking being erased the woman the moment it discovered He Ao's power intrusion, so He Ao only read some of the surface memories.

However, it seems that the woman is likely not the only member of the witch cult investigating 'K'.

As expected, the witch cult was involved in this matter.

Anomalies are the primary supernatural forces in the northeastern part of the Federation, but that doesn't mean that anomaly-related forces are the only ones present here.

This is still a federation, and communication with the gods is still possible.