Miss Witch's Speed ​​Run Manual

"Damn it... you lackeys of the church! Let me go now! Otherwise, I'll smash your damn goddess statue when I get back!"

Opold shouted angrily. Now he was racing against time. If he could get back to the factory earlier, he would still have a chance to survive.

The misfortunes he was facing now would only mean he would have to soak in the furnace a few more times. If he wasted the rest of his time, he would not know what was waiting for him.

Thinking of this, Opold took a deep breath, looked at the girl who was still walking towards him, and lowered his posture.

"If you let me go, I will immediately write a check for 100, no, 3000 Soviet pounds to the Bell Tower Church as a donation."

Opold panted slightly and continued, "I swear in the name of my family Thaddeus."

"3000 Soviet pounds..."

The girl stopped in front of Opold, lowered her head, and seemed to think for a moment.

After a while, the girl looked up, smiled, and looked in the direction of Opold, saying, "Thank you, the Mother Goddess will probably like it."

Mother...god?

Not a goddess?!

Opold was stunned for a moment, then saw the girl gently wave her hand in his direction.

The next second, a vast expanse of black shadows swam rapidly towards him on the ground and dived directly into his shadow.

It’s over!!! This is not the Savior Goddess Cult!!!

Opold was dragged backwards and slid quickly on the ground. Shadows one after another were like chains, completely binding the shadows under him.

……

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and Opold was dragged along numbly.

He was dragged for an unknown amount of time before he was brought to a new factory that had not yet been completed. He knelt on the ground with heavy legs.

The factory was empty, but Opold's pupils trembled slightly when he saw a corpse lying not far from him.

The body that had begun to rot was Lucy...

Why……

"You guys set up this place and wait for me to come back... keep an eye on him."

"Hehe... Sir Ciel will definitely be surprised..."

In Opold's peripheral vision, the girl ran out of the factory, and one cultist after another walked into the factory gate.

They skillfully began to carve spiritual formations on the ground and meticulously placed the statues, and one of them, dressed in aristocratic attire, was recognized by Opold.

"Gama? Gama!!! You!!!"

The woman who was called slowly turned around and looked in the direction of Opold, without any emotion on her face.

"Aren't you in Anzu? Why are you here? Hurry... hurry and tell them that I can pretend that nothing happened. You can even find a 'psychologist' or a 'dream stealer' to erase my memory of this month. I will never resist!"

"May the Mother God bless you."

The woman called Gema simply curtsied slightly in Opold's direction and continued to work on her things.

It seems that the friendship of the past has disappeared at this moment.

As time passed, Opold began to feel despair. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and even the sky was getting darker.

After an unknown amount of time, he heard chaotic footsteps and slowly raised his eyes to look forward.

The group of well-dressed men and women half-knelt in front, facing the door.

who is it?

"This is it... Sir Ciel..."

The voice of the girl from before was heard outside the factory, and soon, another cold girl's voice was heard.

"Is the surrounding area safe?"

"No problem, Lord Ciel, all dangers have been eliminated."

Two footsteps were heard from outside the factory.

Opold saw the girl from before, who was humbly leading the way in front, always keeping her waist bent.

The other person who walked in caused Opold to have great doubts in his mind.

This windbreaker…this hair…this hat…the ordinary girl who had stood in front of the gang before?

She is actually a high-ranking member of the Holy Coming Sect?

At this time, Opold also noticed.

The beautiful girl, who had originally had a calm expression, opened her eyes slightly wide and her pupils trembled wildly after she walked into the factory and saw them. She looked like she was about to run away.

I'm almost dying, what is she afraid of?

Opold was puzzled.

117

Chapter 117 "Coroner" Charles.

Charles looked at the extraordinary people who were half-kneeling in front of him and almost couldn't breathe.

Is this what you call a surprise?

Can you translate for me what surprise means?

"Lord Ciel, don't worry. They are all trustworthy church members, at least second-rank. They are my trusted confidants, and I personally baptized many of them."

Tara seemed to notice Charles's change of mood and quickly explained.

"As for the Savior Goddess Cult, I've also had people create a commotion outside the city to lure them away. At least for today, no one will disturb you."

The lowest level is second level...

Spicy balls!

Ciel felt his head buzzing.

She didn't know which misfortune was more terrifying: seeing more than a dozen second-level and above extraordinary people at once, or seeing several third-level ones and doubling them several times with the "Fortune Coin".

But she knew that she probably couldn't avoid this disaster.

The moment he confirmed that they were extraordinary people, Charles knew that his retreat route had been completely blocked.

She looked at the current system time.

【Coming to Japan】

【圣741年6月30日04:58】

[Countdown - 03:59:59]

Four more hours...

Charles raised her hand, a silver light flashed on her right hand, and [Fatal Blood Roland] appeared in her hand.

Charles's face gradually turned pale, but without any hesitation, she pointed the gun directly in the direction of Opold and quickly pulled the trigger.

bang——

With the flash of fire and blood mist, a bullet quickly shot out from the barrel and hit Opold directly on the forehead.

when--

The huge kinetic energy caused Opold's head to tilt back uncontrollably, almost to the point of breaking.

But Opold still slowly turned his head to the front. At this time, the place where his forehead was hit had been armored, and the seed-like bullet was half embedded in it. A trickle of blood flowed down the wound on Opold's forehead.

The blood nourished the seed bullet, and branches began to spread outward from the wound on his forehead. At this time, Opold's heart was already filled with despair.

He felt the life energy rapidly dissipating in his body, and his mind was working rapidly.

He had no grudge against the girl across from him. They had just run into each other today, and he had given way...

Just because I blocked the road for a while, they made such a big fuss and let the Holy Sect hunt me down?

This is simply not possible.

There must be other reasons.

Although he usually offends a lot of people, he knows every aspect of each other very well before offending them. Such a situation cannot be caused by any of his enemies.

If you think about your recent experiences, there is only one possibility.

The girl in front of him was the one who sent a letter to him using a murdered soldier.

"It's you? You're the one who delivered the letter?!"

Opold looked in the direction of Charles, his voice a little hoarse at this time, "I can give you all the seals. I can promise that after giving you the things, I will leave Anzu immediately!"

"As long as you can spare my life! I can give you whatever you want..."

Bang-!

The blood in Charles' body was drawn, and the second bullet was ready. Without any hesitation, she fired the second shot.

This shot was aimed directly at Opold's eyeball.

laugh--

The bullet went straight into his eyeball and embedded itself in his skull. The roots broke out of the bullet and quickly penetrated into his brain to absorb nutrients.

Before Opold could finish his last sentence, he fell straight forward, his body twitching uncontrollably.

Charles had never imagined that Tara had such great power. After only one day back, he had already gathered a group of extraordinary cultists to come to Burren City...

I must pay attention to this situation next time... If in reality she brings a group of extraordinary believers of the Holy Advent Sect to the city of Burren, then my relationship with the Holy Advent Sect will never be cleared up.

The thinking of fanatics is really hard to understand.

It was just a simple instruction from me, but she treated it as an imperial decree and oracle, analyzing it over and over again, and then completing it in excess at all costs.

Under normal circumstances, having a believer or subordinate like this would make that person feel less worried... but in this situation, Tara's absolute loyalty actually harmed Charles.

"Let them go."

The silver light in Charles's hand flashed, and he looked at Tara who was standing beside him and said, "Stand guard away from my sight. Don't let me see them."

"Yes."

Tara nodded and quickly began directing the others to leave.

Although she didn't know why Charles gave such an order, the Mother Goddess must have her reasons for doing so.

Charles didn't breathe a sigh of relief until all the cultists disappeared from his sight and only two corpses of third-level transcendents remained on the ground.

Having them on guard outside his field of vision shouldn't trigger bad luck... As for the rules that have already been violated, there's nothing Charles can do about it.

I can only pray that the cultists on guard outside can help me resist some of the bad luck.

As long as there is no meteorite, everything will be fine.

"Please wait a moment, Master Ciel."

Just as Charles was about to walk towards the two bodies, Tara stepped forward and ran to the area covered with linen in the corner of the factory. She lifted the long cloth and revealed what was underneath.

It was a huge wooden table that could accommodate two people, and there were a lot of tools placed on the table.

Daggers, saws, scissors, tweezers, scales, measuring cups, etc. Almost everything needed for dissection is ready.

In addition to these, there is also a bottle of potion containing bright yellow translucent liquid. In the center of the bottle is a shriveled black spider, floating inside the bottle.

At this time, Charles also had a bottle of potion in his pocket, but the yellow liquid was more turbid than the bottle Tara placed on the table, and the remains of the spider were slightly damaged, which was compensated by many other unknown properties.

At least from the appearance, the bottle of potion on the table is of more perfect quality.

There was no way. After all, the bottle in Charles's hand was only exchanged for chips from Deton Manor. Although it could be used, the quality could not be guaranteed.

Even if there was a better potion, Ciel would not refuse it.

Four white shadows emerged from the shadows of the corpses, carrying the two corpses and running towards the wooden table, while Charles also walked towards the wooden table.

After Tara lifted the body onto the wooden table, she stepped back and looked in the direction of Charles from a distance, her eyes full of excitement.

This is definitely a day to witness history... It's a pity that the Saint and the servants can't be there to witness this exciting scene...

And I, as a part of this history, will continue to be praised by future generations - in the future when the Holy Advent Sect spreads all over the world.