Miss Witch's Speed ​​Run Manual

Charles' hand gently brushed across the wooden table with tiny gaps. There was a mat underneath the table to prevent the blood from splashing through the gaps and staining his boots and dress.

In this era, there is no such profession as "forensic medicine", and there are no real coroners in the police station. This profession is usually held by medical experts, or even non-medical professionals such as legal professionals and government officials.

In the eyes of ordinary people, even ordinary detectives, the act of autopsy is full of sin and curse. Many nobles and detectives call coroners barbarians.

It is impossible for an ordinary coroner to have such a complete set of professional and detailed equipment. This is most likely something that the Holy Advent Sect came up with when conducting human research or sacrifices.

Ciel walked along the edge of the wooden table, running his fingertips across the rough wood, and finally stopped his hand on the bottle of potion.

Since the rules have been violated enough times, it would be better to directly break the rule that prohibits touching the extraordinary and let the storm come even more violently.

Ciel reached out and grasped the potion bottle, the warmth of his palm seeming to activate the black spider floating in the bottle.

The bright yellow, translucent liquid medicine made from supernatural properties was absorbed into the shriveled spider's body. Its body and abdomen gradually swelled, and the six scarlet compound eyes on its forehead also opened under the effect of the liquid medicine.

The first step is to drink the potion.

The success of the stitching will be closely related to the completion of his own reproduction of the ritual. Charles must be in the best condition and try to pass it in one go.

She took a deep breath, held the potion bottle in front of her with her left hand, pinched the wooden stopper with her right hand, and slowly pulled it out.

The spider, which had absorbed the liquid medicine, quickly crawled out of the bottle and crawled along Charles' arm to her back in an instant. Just as Charles felt the coolness on the back of her hand, she felt a sharp pain in the spine at the back of her neck.

Following this stinging pain, there was a sharp pain as if being corroded, and Charles' fingers trembled slightly.

If she had a mirror in front of her at this moment, she would be able to see that the veins all over her body had bulged, and the fluorescent purple blood continued to spread upward along her blood vessels until her cheeks and entire body were covered with blood.

It was like being covered by a purple spider web.

Charles felt double images appearing before his eyes, and his steps began to become unsteady, as if he had gone from being sober to being drunk in an instant.

She supported herself on the table with both hands, feeling her heartbeat accelerating. At this moment, she felt that all the heat in her body could not be dissipated. Charles could not help but stretch out his right hand to support his left shoulder, but felt a tearing pain.

The feeling of pain instantly made her sober up a lot. Charles also noticed that under her clothes, the skin he had just touched had been torn into pieces by his touch, and the skin stuck to the clothes was pulled away from the muscles.

The re-enactment ceremony...is about to begin...

This feeling was not much different from the description in the notes. Ciel had already begun to feel a layer of light purple covering her eye membrane, and coupled with the previous double vision, it affected her judgment of everything in front of her.

She trembled as she reached for the dagger and walked over to Opold's body.

Opold's head had been completely eroded by [Fatal Blood Roland]. His head and face were riddled with holes and he was definitely no longer useful.

But his internal organs were fresh enough, and Lucy's body was still intact. She needed to transplant some of Opold's intact internal organs into Lucy's body - especially the core characteristic that had not yet been separated from Opold's body, the heart.

Charles inserted the dagger directly into Opold's chest, making a Y-shaped incision on his chest. He stretched out his hands and directly pulled his skin apart along the Y-shaped incision, revealing the ribs inside.

Although Charles had never performed an autopsy on a human, she had stabbed many people and herself many times, so she knew where the vital parts were and all she had to do was avoid them.

Sweat continued to seep out of Ciel's body, making it difficult for her hands to hold the tools.

She quickly grabbed the saw and began sawing at Opold's ribs.

Damn "Crown Guard"... How come his bones are still as hard as iron after he died...

As if hearing Ciel's thoughts, a drop of sweat dripped down her palm.

zizi...

Sweat slowly burned away the scarlet ribs connected to the bones and blood, leaving a hole.

The aroma of barbecue wafted out.

Charles dropped the hand saw and grabbed Opold's ribs with both hands.

sizzle-

The hard ribs and flesh changed from scarlet to dark red, burnt yellow, and finally completely burnt black, and were easily pulled apart by Charles.

A heart that had stopped beating appeared before Charles' eyes.

The surface of the heart is black and smooth like black steel. When you touch it with your hand, you can feel its distinct hardness.

She severed the connections between the heart and the body one by one and pulled the heart out directly. Ciel's eyes were still searching in Opold's internal organs for the part where the potion was still slowly precipitating.

Charles dug out pieces of skin, muscle tissue, and internal organs with his bare hands.

Tara, who was in the distance, looked at Charles under the light, with her hands clasped in front of her, the excited smile on her face never fading.

The originally complete third-level corpse was dismantled into pieces by Lord Charles, and the movements of Lord Charles' hands began to slow down, but Tara could feel that Lord Charles had completely entered the state.

When Tara saw Lord Charles carrying the body, which was now in a completely unrecognizable state, onto the bloody wooden table, she couldn't help but take a few steps forward, wanting to take a closer look at Lord Charles's movements.

At the same time, she also heard the weak murmur of Sir Charles.

"There are no eyes behind me, it's very dangerous... If I cover my hair a little, I can be considered a normal person..."

"So complicated……"

"Two hearts... If they don't need to eat, then remove the useless organs..."

Lines of translucent mucus were secreted from Lord Charles' hands, sticking the muscles to the body of the corpse. Under the squirming of the mucus that seemed to have life, the muscles with extraordinary properties were gathered into the body of the corpse.

Already able to use most of the abilities?

Tara looked at the bloody and horrifying scene in front of her and felt nauseous.

Although she was usually a bit extreme, she felt that Sir Ciel seemed to be a bit more extreme now.

After an unknown amount of time, Lucy's pale body shook slightly, and Tara's eyes lit up when she saw this scene.

Almost there!

118

Chapter 118: The episode with the highest kill streak reward.

In a factory under construction in the Bell Tower Lane area of ​​​​Burren City.

The heavy rain showed no sign of stopping after a night of rain, but instead got heavier.

The raindrops as big as beans hit the temporary tarpaulin roof, making crackling sounds.

A lot of rainwater dripped down the cracks and landed on the ground which was simply covered with wooden boards, making the entire factory muddy.

Dark clouds hung overhead, and the few dim lanterns in the factory became the only light.

Under the illumination of these kerosene lanterns, a shadow was infinitely stretched and reflected on the wall of the factory, and the black shadow swayed and twisted with the flames.

A petite figure knelt in the shadow, trembling slightly. She seemed to be reciting something quickly in a low voice, but her voice had long been drowned out by the sound of rain.

If you get a little closer, you can hear what she is mumbling... It seems like she is reciting a prayer, repeating it over and over again.

Ta-da, ta-da, ta-da, ta-da…

A footstep walked along the shadow towards the girl kneeling on the ground. The girl with long dark green hair, who looked about twelve or thirteen years old, bravely raised her head and saw the figure shrouded in a black windbreaker.

She was a gorgeous red-haired girl. Her purple-red eyes with a hint of spiderwebs were filled with fatigue. There were thick dark circles under her eyelids, and her lips looked as if they were poisoned, pale and a little purple.

The girl weakly raised her hand, pressed the bowler hat on her head, and said dejectedly: "Let's go... I'm tired..."

"Xia...Xia...Sir, what about...me?"

Tara's voice was a little stammering, and anyone could feel the fear in her words.

"You can go wherever you like..."

Ciel sighed slowly.

Ever since the potion was digested, she has been completely enveloped by feelings of world-weariness and pessimism.

Charles discovered a point that few people have mentioned.

If the potion is not digested properly, more mumblings can be heard in the mind and the body will also undergo changes. The mumblings make the mind unstable. The more unstable the mind is, the more likely the body will collapse, forming a negative cycle.

But if the potion is digested too well, there will be problems.

Just as the name of the "reproduction" ritual suggests, the potion was digested so well that it was as if she had really been put into the emotions of the potion, thinking and imagining what the potion was thinking, and everything from emotions to thoughts was perfectly reproduced... This made it easy for her to lose herself.

This is true of the "instigator" and also of the "coroner".

While fighting the urge to stab himself to death on the spot to end the simulated torture, Charles staggered out of the factory, passing Tara who was kneeling on the ground.

It wasn't until Charles' figure moved aside that Tara, who had been staring at the front, saw the figure sitting at the table.

It was its shadow that had been shrouding Tara, and the source of the shadow came from the lanterns behind it - and the bloody body parts piled on the floor.

"Not enough... Tara... call your confidant over..."

"It's still not enough... Tara..."

"Almost...Tara..."

"Tara..."

The piles of bones and minced meat stimulated Tara. Lord Charles's low words seemed to still linger in her ears, and the mumbling in her head continued to intensify and echo.

pat-

An eyeball rolled off the wooden table and rolled on the wood boards stained with mud and rain. The pale blue eyes looked blankly in the direction of Tara.

That's Gema, Tara's confidant. Strictly speaking, she is Tara's student and someone who grew up under Tara's watch.

And now, a part of her has been integrated into the creation of the Mother Goddess.

Following the eyeball that rolled to the ground, Tara slowly raised her head and looked at the "person" sitting at the wooden table.

If this can be called a "human being".

It was tall, nearly 1.9 meters tall, and its body was as pale as a corpse. Its long, withered, curly white hair hung down from its head, tied into a knot every few sections and falling to the ground, as if it was made up of countless people's hair.

The black eyeballs were rolling in their eye sockets, with only a scarlet pupil in the center, looking eerie and creepy.

Its belly was bulging high, like a pregnant woman, but the huge belly was wriggling strangely, as if it was about to explode.

Apart from its anthropomorphic appearance, there is no other way in which it can be called human.

pat-

It fell to the ground, its huge belly burst open, and six slender arms made of human arms supported the ground. Its legs were also bent and merged together at this moment, hanging behind it, like the huge abdomen of a spider.

The "human spider" raised its head and looked in Tara's direction, seeming a little confused.

It used its hands and feet and slowly crawled to Tara's front.

When Tara saw this terrifying giant walking towards her, fear continued to grow in her heart. She stepped back and fell to the ground, trembling, and even forgot to use her abilities.

The "human spider" dragged its pale, tangled hair as it crawled in front of Tara. It stiffly gave a terrifying smile and slowly spoke with a layered emphasis: "Teacher?"

"archbishop?"

Tara opened her eyes wide, and without realizing it, tears had already rolled down her cheeks.

At this moment, a certain spirit deep in Tara's mind almost melted instantly, and the frantic mumbling almost defeated her instantly, and everything in front of her began to distort and deform.

"Ahhhh!!!!"

Tara screamed like crazy, and the belief in the Mother Goddess in the deepest part of her mind became the only pillar supporting her. She crawled towards the factory gate using her hands and feet and rushed directly into the pouring rain.

Soon, Tara caught up with Charles who had just left. She knelt down in front of Charles, kowtowed like crazy, and cried out heartbreakingly: "Mother Goddess... don't abandon me! Mother Goddess! Please don't abandon me!"

At this moment, Tara almost went completely crazy. As the person with the most steadfast faith in the entire Holy Advent Sect, it was as if some protective mechanism of the brain was triggered. She selectively forgot everything else, and only "Mother Goddess Charles" remained in her mind.

"Get up..."

Ciel sighed softly.

She could more or less feel some of Tara's emotions at the moment, but under the influence of the potion and the reappearance ritual, Ciel was unable to control her emotions at all.

When she came to her senses, everything happened as if it was a natural process. Not a single member of the Holy Sect who was on duty outside was left. They were all killed by her without any resistance.

No, it's not so much killing as voluntary sacrifice.

In the heavy rain behind him, a flesh-colored, palm-sized spider crawled out of the factory, climbed up Charles' windbreaker, and finally crawled into Charles' hat. Behind him, the horrible human spider was no longer there.

"Ugh……"

Looking at Tara kneeling on the ground and crying, Charles sighed.

It’s too troublesome…

Charles recalled his first words to Julis about the dream.

Charles didn't say anything, he just bent down and grabbed Tara's arm, pulled her up, and forced her to look at him.

"Tara, look at me..."