Miss Witch's Speed ​​Run Manual

How did she die? ! ! !

The black and blue in Ciel's hair gradually faded away, and the consciousness of the feather seal was about to leave Ciel's body.

At this moment, the seal that was gradually giving up control of its body suddenly felt something was wrong.

The girl, who was lying on the sofa with a pale face like a dead person, raised her right hand and slapped her chest.

The "Sacred Relics of the Dead" that she had been wearing, a metal birdcage with barbs on the outside, pierced the girl's chest skin directly with this blow. The blood soaked the entire birdcage and touched the sacred relic inside.

At the same time, the girl spoke, uttering a few words that seemed to belong to no place in this world. The dried blood on the ground instantly turned into threads and flew straight to the blood bag filled with fingers on the ground.

Before the feather seal could think more, a powerful pulling force began to pull its conscious spirit frantically.

This is? !

Only after the feather-sealed object regained consciousness did it begin to observe the outside world.

Its body was covered with golden metal stripes, as if it was locked in a cage. No matter how it rushed around inside, it could not break out of the cage.

Soon, its world began to spin, and it felt itself slowly rising up, freed from a dark space, and saw everything around it.

This is the room just now.

Its perspective slowly rotated, and it saw a pale face at a very close distance.

"(Guansu language) Hello."

The face smiled brightly and the first word he spoke was a fluent ancient Ansu greeting.

"(Guansu language) How is it possible... How is it possible... Who on earth are you?!"

The raven phantom that was burning in the cage was trembling all over, completely unable to comprehend the current situation.

But soon, it calmed down.

"(Ansu language) This seal is only temporary... I am still inside your body, and there is no way you can get it out without destroying yourself..."

"(Guansu language) I can wait..."

The red-haired girl nodded slightly in confusion and said:

"(Guansu language) I don't quite understand."

"(Guansu language) Wait a minute..."

The red-haired girl with a pale face slowly turned the birdcage in her hand, and the shadow of the raven in the cage looked at the blood-red vortex in front of her.

“(Ansu language) This is…the spirit world?!”

As the raven's phantom looked increasingly shocked, a hand with slits all over the back, dozens of knuckles, and as big as a human face emerged from the "spiritual world".

"Xiao Zuo, please get my watch for me. Wait for me for a moment..."

Charles, looking pale, looked at the spiritual creature in front of him and spoke.

The hand obediently picked up the watch that fell on the ground and handed it to Charles. Then Charles slowly closed his eyes, temporarily cutting off the "death reversal" and entering a state of suspended animation.

After dozens of seconds, the girl's originally stagnant heart seemed to be injected with a stimulant, and began to beat violently, and the blood in her body began to circulate again.

Charles slowly sat up, pocket watch in his hand, and looked at Xiao Zuo in front of him.

"Xiao Zuo... help me..."

Under her command, Xiao Zuo climbed directly onto her left hand, constantly twisting his body and adjusting his posture, like a big glove, covering the back of Charles' hand.

"(Ansu language) I'm going to let you out now..."

Click——

Ciel pressed the stopwatch, then swung his left hand violently towards his head.

Snapped--

The head was shattered, blood, flesh and brain matter splattered.

The left hand controlled by the spiritual creature had already firmly grasped the blood-stained sealing feather.

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Chapter 123 "The Touch of Treachery of Fate" and Remembrance.

Snapped--!

The shadow of the raven in the birdcage looked at the splattering brain matter and gushing blood, and immediately stopped struggling. It just stood in the cage, staring blankly at the standing headless female corpse.

Some scalp fragments with long red hair and skulls attached were scattered on the ground and the sofa, making the entire living room look like a dismemberment scene.

Is she... crazy?

No... She used the seal in her hand at the moment when it hit her head!

The seal that belongs to me...

thump—

The girl's body fell in a pool of blood, and the "Sacred Relics" that sealed the raven's phantom also fell to the ground.

After rolling several times on the blood-stained wooden floor, the raven shadow discovered that the feather appeared in front of it.

As expected, I was overthinking it...

The raven's shadow tried hard to hit the birdcage, making it roll towards the feathers, but no matter how hard it tried, the birdcage burning with purple flames was like a cornerstone and could not be shaken at all.

Pat pat pat——

A huge hand crawled to the feather, dragged the feather away from the birdcage in the pool of blood, and then laid the palm of the hand on the feather, pressing it to the ground. The eyeball on the back of the hand scanned left and right, as if in a state of mind.

Brainless spirit creatures...

Seeing this scene, the feathered spirit in the shape of a raven's shadow was no longer anxious.

The bones in this cage used to provide energy for the seal cannot last that long and will be exhausted within a day. As they struggle, they may burn faster.

The spiritual creature in front of him could not stay in reality for too long without external help.

As long as we can confirm that the girl named Ciel is truly dead...

The shadow cast its gaze in the direction of the girl's corpse not far away, and then it saw a scene that shocked it.

An illusory silver dial appeared behind the girl, and the sharp second hand on it quickly moved forward a short distance.

The flesh, bones and brain matter that had originally splattered out were suspended in the air, contrary to the rules. Even the body of the girl lying on the ground was floating up and standing in its original position.

Everything seemed to be played in reverse. Except for the feather embedded in the girl's brain, the rest of her body parts were quickly connected to her body. In just one or two seconds, the pale and silent girl was standing there again.

And the pocket watch returned to the girl's hands during the recovery process.

This is?

This is! ! !

The raven phantom, which had originally calmed down, suddenly became a little crazy. It kept hitting the birdcage with its head, accelerating the burning of the holy remains inside the cage.

“(Guansu language) This is my power! This is my authority!”

"(Guansu) You're just a damn vessel!!!"

"(Guansu language) Why do you do that!!!"

The girl seemed to have noticed the scream of the feather spirit. She just glanced in the direction of the birdcage, then squatted down and half-knelt next to the strange palm spirit creature.

She stretched out her hand and gently rubbed the wrist of the huge hand as if she was petting a kitten or puppy.

The knuckles of the hand also stood up, as if it enjoyed this kind of touch very much. Its palm left the ground and its wrist was raised high, as if it was using the back of its hand to cater to the girl's palm.

The girl stretched out her left hand and took out the black-blue feather directly from under her palm. Then she patted the back of the strange hand, as if issuing some order.

The moment the order was received, several cracks appeared on the palm of the terrifying hand, and several dark purple pointed tongues stretched out from it and began to happily lick the girl's blood remaining on the ground.

After doing all this, the girl held the feather in her left hand, picked up the "Substitute Sacred Relic" that had fallen to the ground with her right hand, and slowly stood up.

boom--

"Lord Ciel! Are you okay?"

Tara rushed over here immediately after hearing the sound of glass breaking reported by his subordinates. After opening the door and seeing the scene in front of him, he was so scared that he stood there in a daze.

With traces of blood on his face, Charles stood calmly, holding a burning birdcage-shaped pendant in his left hand and a feather in his right hand that exuded a powerful spiritual aura just by looking at it.

The floor, sofa, and table were all covered in splattered blood, and next to Charles' feet, there was a terrifying monster with its body supported by its palms on dozens of fingers, licking the blood on the ground with its sharp tongues.

Especially when she saw the terrifying creature, a spiritual alarm went off in Tara's mind. She quickly lowered her head, looked at her nose and her heart, and did not dare to look in Charles' direction again.

"fine."

Charles looked in Tara's direction and said, "Get out."

"Yes... yes... Sir Ciel..."

Tara lowered her head with a sense of relief and left the living room, closing the wooden door behind her.

The moment the door closed, Tara regretted not obeying the order and running over to see if anything was wrong.

If even the Mother Goddess can't solve the problem, can I solve it by going there myself?

Tara only hoped that her offense would not destroy her good impression in the Mother Goddess's heart - she thought she had behaved very well and loyally.

After Tara left, Charles took a deep breath, then his legs went limp and he sat down on the bloodstained sofa behind him.

Just now, the voice of the raven shadow did ring in her mind.

But she didn't understand everything the raven shadow said.

This is my strength, this is my **.

He understood the first part, but Charles couldn't find the corresponding translation for the more obscure word at the end.

But from the tone of voice.

It seems urgent.

Being urgent means that everything I am doing now is right.

Then, Ciel focused his gaze on the black-blue feather in his hand.

Is this the sealed object that caused me so much trouble for so long...

This was the first time that Charles had observed the feather seal up close and carefully. Just by looking at its appearance, he could feel its extraordinaryness.

Moreover, it does not appear to be a real feather.

The central shaft of the feather is black in base color, with countless silver inscriptions engraved on it, making the central shaft look silver from a distance.

In addition to the dense and soft feathers, the central axis is also embedded with an ink tank like a transistor, which is connected to a translucent prismatic crystal at the base of the feathers, like a pen tip.

Is this a... quill?

Charles gently shook the feather and saw the residual blood-colored ink in the middle transistor, which looked like a blood line on the central axis of the feather.

About half left...

What is its specific function?

Being able to summon meteorites, it must be something extraordinary...

And for some reason, Charles felt a strange sense of closeness to this feather pen.

This feeling is very similar to the feeling the "Gambler" save file has when facing a cultist who also has the "Mark of Sardana", but slightly different.

This feeling made Ciel feel a little weird, because she had never come into contact with this quill seal before, and she didn't even know what the function of this pen was or what its side effects were.

When I shot it in the head just now, a lot of blood must have splattered on it, but I don’t feel anything now... If blood drips again, it probably won’t have any effect.

But what is certain now is that there is definitely something on this feather pen that is related to himself or the system.

However, it seems that only I can feel this sense of closeness. Otherwise, in the previous simulation, the feather pen that had already locked onto me would not have waited until the other two people died before locking onto me.

The quill pen itself cannot feel this sense of intimacy.

Charles could not understand or explain this situation for the time being, and could only hope that the quill had given birth to an intelligent spirit that could reveal some information to him.

After casually putting the quill into his pocket, Ciel held up the Substitute Hallows in front of him.

The feeling of weakness and dizziness still lingered, and the noisy voice of the spirit in her head also gave her a headache.

Especially since these voices were spoken in the half-understood ancient Ansu language, it gave Charles even more headaches to listen to them.