Witch Special

"Well done, Jingjing, one strike decides the outcome." Lin Zhenxi praised loudly.

Although Lin Zhenxi has a hundred ways to kill an enemy of this level regardless of whether the shield is broken or not, she believes that Qin Ningjing must play a role, because she looks very unconfident, and Lin Zhenxi is afraid that she will become autistic when she returns.

What could be better than giving the enemy a finishing blow to restore people's confidence?

As expected, after hearing Lin Zhenxi's praise, Qin Ningjing put away his longbow, and his originally expressionless face couldn't help but reveal a happy smile.

That’s great, there are things she can do!

After Qin Ningjing was happy, Lin Zhenxi said to her, "Jingjing, let's go down and take a look. There are still things down there."

After saying that, Lin Zhenxi stood at the edge of the bridge, pointed his wand at the flat water surface below, and cast a spell.

"Separate left and right!"

Just like the myth of Moses parting the sea, the water surface below was split in the middle by an invisible force and pushed to both sides, directly exposing the riverbed below and the huge pit for the growth of the giant paradoxical individual.

"Sister, what did you find?"

"That's precisely why we want to go and take a look because we don't know. Jingjing, follow us."

Lin Zhenxi put herself on a "slow landing" and flipped over the bridge guardrail. But before she started to fall, Qin Ningjing grabbed her armpits from behind.

Lin Zhenxi had always thought she wasn't very ticklish, but she realized that was just her mental preparation for being touched. Now that Qin Ningjing had embraced her, she immediately began to tremble all over.

"Sister, why didn't you just ride on the broom and jump down?" Qin Ningjing's voice came from the back of Lin Zhenxi's head.

"Because I won't die no matter how high I jump from. Didn't you notice that I was falling very slowly? Let me go. This is very inconvenient for both of us." Lin Zhenxi forced herself to suppress the itch and keep her tone normal as she spoke to Qin Ningjing.

"Oh... um." Qin Ningjing let go of Lin Zhenxi, spread his wings and slowly descended at the same speed as Lin Zhenxi.

The falling speed of the Slow Fall Spell is not actually very slow, it just won't keep accelerating. At most, it won't cause the caster to fall to death, but if the posture is wrong when landing, it is still possible to sprain the ankle.

So before long, they fell down seventy or eighty meters, approaching the bottom of the big pit.

Only once you truly enter the pit can you appreciate the enormity of that giant paradoxical entity. It's a complete cemetery. Looking upward, the dozens of meters wide opening resembles a pocket, as if it could be tightened at any moment, trapping whatever is inside forever.

And before the giant paradoxical individual died, this feeling was actually completely correct. The differentiated type of the paradoxical individual was a Venus flytrap, which relied on capturing and swallowing to eliminate its enemies, so it had a huge body, numerous and flexible tentacles, and digestive fluids that melted on contact.

However, the price is that its body is too large and it cannot move like a normal paradoxical individual. It can only sit and wait for prey to come to its door, or stay in a certain place and wait for an important moment to come.

For example, the next stage of promotion.

As for why the evil demon chose to plant this species of paradoxical individuals in Haizhu City, Lin Zhenxi and the others will soon discover the answer.

When he was about to reach the bottom of the pit, Lin Zhenxi waved his staff and replaced his slow-fall spell with a levitation spell. He floated in the air, looking down at the pool of black water below and the creatures immersed in it...

The soul struggles constantly in the black water, wailing silently.

That pool of black water was only about one hundred square meters, which was quite shabby compared to the area of ​​the entire pit bottom. However, when Lin Zhenxi looked at the densely packed souls imprisoned in the black water, he still felt his scalp tingling.

These souls had been completely drained, unable to maintain even a basic human form, and all of them looked like mummies. Everything about them was controlled by the black water beneath them, becoming its slaves, tools, and even the pulp left in the juicer.

These black waters are the embodiment of despair. Not only do they bring eternal torture to those souls, making them all fall into despair, but they also collect the despair they obtain, constantly expanding themselves, and in turn giving those souls deeper despair, further squeezing their souls, thereby obtaining even deeper despair.

From the shallow to the deep, these souls have been completely squeezed dry by the black water. Even the most basic conditions for existence as a "human" no longer exist. Only an empty spirit remains, which in turn is filled with despair in the black water.

This thing is simply the public enemy of all rational creatures. Anyone with normal thinking will feel cold all over when seeing this thing, and will experience all-round discomfort from physical to psychological aspects.

But Lin Zhenxi also knew that this thing was probably the Chaos Disorder's "barracks." Because the souls that were squeezed dry of all their value would be transformed into "collectors," becoming the lowest-level cannon fodder soldiers of the Chaos Disorder camp.

So whether it's the "Gatherers" or the "Empty Shells," the Chaos faction's raw materials are actually all humans. It's truly a thoroughly evil faction, standing firmly in opposition to everyone from the very beginning.

Just when Lin Zhenxi was thinking about what to do with this pool of black water, she heard Qin Ningjing beside her shout "Dad!", and then he dived into the black water.

Lin Zhenxi was so frightened that her soul nearly flew away. The black water below was so sinister that she couldn't guarantee that Qin Ningjing would be saved if she got caught in it. She quickly called out "Qin Ningjing, fly here" and forcibly pulled Qin Ningjing back from the black water as she was about to dive in.

At this time, perhaps because of the connection he had established with Qin Ningjing, Lin Zhenxi also saw the shadowy figure floating above the black water. It was preparing to welcome Qin Ningjing's arrival with an embracing gesture.

Seeing that its good thing was ruined by Lin Zhenxi, the phantom let out a silent roar of resignation, but it did not attack Lin Zhenxi. Instead, it merged back into the black water below without any other movement.

Without the illusion created by the phantom, Qin Ningjing woke up, but her expression became extremely sad. Looking at the black water below, tears could not help but flow down her cheeks, and turned into small particles of light in mid-air and returned to her body.

"Jingjing, what you just saw was an illusion, don't be fooled by it." Although Lin Zhenxi could roughly guess what Qin Ningjing saw, he still had to remind her.

"Dad's soul is in there." Qin Ningjing said with certainty, but her tone was like a weeping cuckoo, mournful and sorrowful.

Although she couldn't bear to see her adopted sister even more sad than she already was, Lin Zhenxi had to tell her the truth, which was -

"Jingjing, your father can't come back. He has been drained by Chaos. All we can do now is to help him free himself from this endless suffering. Otherwise, he will sooner or later become a slave to despair."

Qin Ningjing was no longer able to speak. She could only nod painfully and then raised her head, but she still couldn't stop the tears from flowing out of her eyes.

The best solution right now was for Qin Ningjing to fire another purifying beam at the black water pool below, just as she had melted the two-headed demon, using her holy magic to evaporate it. But when she thought of her father among the souls mired in the black water, Lin Zhenxi couldn't bring herself to express such a request. Since Qin Ningjing couldn't be counted on, Lin Zhenxi could only find a solution on her own.

In fact, it is not that difficult. Lin Zhenxi immediately associated purification with fire, and then thought of fire with his strongest fire spell, the "Lihuo Curse".

The Fiery Blaze curse can produce a huge and blazing black magical flame that can destroy almost anything it is attached to, even the soul. And the emotion of despair is actually the best fuel for the Fiery Blaze curse.

After all, the Grimfire Curse is also a form of Dark Magic. To increase its power, a deep desire for destruction is essential. Then there's negative emotion, whether it's sadness, anxiety, anger, or murderous intent—the more the better. And despair, incidentally, is the purest form of negative emotion.

So Lin Zhenxi raised his wand and used the Fiery Fire Spell to ignite the black water.

"Fiendfyre!" (The literal translation is indeed "demon fire").

As soon as the black flame appeared from the black water, it immediately covered the entire surface of the black water as if it had encountered the flame of alcohol, and began to expand rapidly.

The blazing flames rushed towards them, and even Lin Zhenxi was almost burned by her own Fiery Curse. She quickly pulled Qin Ningjing's arm, changed the levitation spell into a floating spell, and flew Qin Ningjing to a higher place. Then she looked down at the Fiery Curse, which had expanded into a huge fireball, and she was also afraid.

The Fiery Blaze spell didn't distinguish between friend and foe once released. Even Lin Zhenxi, the caster, would be burned if touched by it. Of course, she knew the counter-spell, so she wouldn't die, but the burns caused by the Fiery Blaze spell were already considered high-level magical damage, and Lin Zhenxi couldn't heal such injuries with her elder wand.

Fortunately, she was lucky and the flames that rose up at the beginning did not hit her.

Now that he had flown to a safe place, Lin Zhenxi had the leisure to observe the situation below.

She had never seen the fierce fire burning so fiercely. The emotion of despair and the fierce fire were really a perfect match. The fierce fire that could only spread along the surface could be turned into a rising pillar of fire. Lin Zhenxi had never dared to think about such a thing before.

After all, she only knew how to use the Fiery Blaze spell, and the negative emotions she had were not enough. The Fiery Blaze she summoned was at best a black flame. If it were in the hands of wizards with evil natures, this spell might show even greater power.

I've heard that the ultimate form of the Fiery Blaze is the birth of life from fire, essentially transforming the fire into a beast. A Fiery Blaze possessing life is the most dangerous, and can easily turn against its caster. Fortunately, Lin Zhenxi is only a novice at the Fiery Blaze. The Fiery Blaze she summoned was at best an unhatched beast egg, far from hatching into a full-fledged beast.

But Lieffire was still Lieffire after all, and even in its most primitive form, its ability to burn everything existed. And the Black Water, and the wailing souls drained from it, was Lieffire's favorite food.