Miss Witch's Speed ​​Run Manual

The eyeball demon on the back of the coin was looking at the sky. Seeing this, the woman's face changed slightly. After bending down to pick up the coin, she hesitated for a long time and finally retreated back to the Deton Manor.

These days, the woman has been testing the boundaries with coins, and soon she will understand what she needs to do.

The raven spread its wings, took off into the air, and flew towards the city.

The city in its eyes seemed to be shrouded in a layer of gray fog, with countless thin lines tangled and connecting different people.

These thin lines are made up of a mixture of white, blue and orange light, but the orange light is very rare. The brown-haired woman just now has a little orange.

It flew along one of the thin lines, which was mostly orange, all the way to the Clock Tower Lane area.

This line connected to an aristocratic man with short golden hair and elegant clothes. At this moment, he was walking on the streets of Clock Tower Alley, holding a golden-edged cane. In his left hand, he held a crystal that looked like a blue eyeball.

Another person who has not found his destiny...

Just by fiddling with it, the blue eyeball in the man's hand suddenly turned into deep purple, and the deep red core in the middle stared intently at a servant following behind the man.

The man turned around and happened to see the servant with a sad and angry face, who had just drawn the pistol from his waist and pointed it directly at the man.

After the servant was discovered, he cursed something and then pulled the trigger.

boom--

when--

The bullet went straight for the man's face, but when it hit his skin, it made a crisp sound, sparks flew, and bounced to the side.

bang bang-

A few more gunshots were heard, and the street was in complete chaos. The bullets that were avoided by the men accurately hit several passing civilians, who fell in a pool of blood.

The man looked at the fallen civilians with no change in expression, but when he saw that one of them was wearing the long gown of the Savior Goddess Church, his face changed slightly, and he reached out and knocked his servant unconscious with a punch.

He got into trouble.

The shadow of the raven hovering in the sky left contentedly after seeing this scene.

At this moment, it is like a god, controlling everyone's fate and playing with them at will.

And it seemed to be enjoying the feeling of controlling life, and flew to the next destination with a happy mood.

When it flew to the top of an unfinished factory, it felt a hint of unusual breath, but compared to this breath, it was more concerned about the woman standing below the factory, wearing only a blue silk thread on her body.

This is……

It landed on the ceiling, and the giant raven shadow covered the entire area.

The words that came out of the woman's mouth were vague and disorganized. Just listening to them made Raven feel the pain coming from his spirit body.

What's this?

I am the omniscient and omnipotent God... How could I not understand what she was saying?

impossible……

I am God...

In the raven's pupils, silver gears turned slightly, and in an instant, a large amount of memories flooded into its mind.

I knew it, I definitely knew it...

The huge raven phantom instantly spread its wings, but soon, both the raven and the huge phantom froze.

Because this time, it really understood, and after understanding, those memories belonging to "mortals" that it had deliberately sealed away were gradually torn open and revealed.

"From now on...I'll call you Slade?"

"It doesn't have any special meaning, it just comes out of my mouth."

Slade...

In the half-exposed factory building, the woman seemed to be performing a strange one-person play in the gloomy sunlight, even without any audience.

But her "performance" was gradually tearing open Raven Shadow's self-enclosed memory.

"Professor, look! I can also give...life. Can I graduate now?"

"Wow... Slade, your ink is too expensive. Can't you just make your own ink?"

The huge raven phantom was twitching and twisting. Standing on top, it only caught a glimpse of the woman's face, and its entire spirit seemed to have suffered a heavy blow, and more memories were released in its mind.

Knowledge, memories, experiences... a large number of thoughts collided with each other in its head, almost like a sharp explosion in its ears.

But it still stood there in a daze, and hallucinations began to appear in its eyes.

The dilapidated factory in front of him seemed to have turned into a magnificent palace hall, and the blonde woman was sitting on the red-carpeted steps, saying something to the phantom of the raven in her hand.

Suddenly, the woman stopped moving stiffly.

It was as if a clockwork puppet had no next program and started to carry out the next program.

She stood up, looked up, and looked in the direction of the raven.

"Slade."

"Run!!!"

tear-

The flesh and clothes around the woman's waist exploded. In Raven's eyes, the magnificent palace seemed to turn into a sea of ​​fire in an instant, and the woman's figure was dragged into the darkness.

No…no no no…

The raven's eyes, which had always been cold and indifferent, finally showed some fluctuations. Without any thought or hesitation, it swooped directly towards the woman. Even it itself was not quite sure why it did so.

But it just feels that if it doesn't do this, it will regret it again.

This time it's different, this time it's God, it can save everything...

The raven, wrapped in the shadow, plunged directly into the darkness, but what was waiting for it was not the terrifying dark mosaic in its memory, but an indifferent girl with long black and blue hair, whose left hand fingers were all cut off, and a terrifying strange hand.

Almost the moment it saw the strange hand, it disappeared from its sight. Before it could even start its gears, it was grabbed by the throat and quickly dragged towards the bloody vortex...

……

"call……"

Ciel let out a slow breath.

Fortunately...no accidents happened.

Charles looked at the still spinning blood-red vortex.

Raven and Xiao Zuo have already gone in, and next, it’s my turn.

Charles controlled the corpse to stand up again. The corpse, which was originally lying on the ground pretending to die, rushed directly towards the bloody vortex, but it passed through the vortex directly as if passing through a mold and hit the wall.

Sure enough, it doesn’t work...

Perhaps it's because it doesn't have the characteristics of a spiritual creature or a supernatural being?

Or is it that you can't enter unless your inspiration reaches a certain level?

Ciel did not conduct any more experiments. These were all unimportant things. There were more important things waiting for her to complete.

Her left hand continued to bleed, replenishing the blood vortex. She stepped over the blood formation and stretched out her right hand in the direction of the blood formation.

A strange hand emerged from the blood vortex, grabbed Charles' wrist, and dragged her directly into the vortex.

A spiritual alarm sounded at a high frequency in Charles' mind. A large amount of gray fog shrouded Charles' vision, and everything in the surrounding factory began to distort.

In the fog, countless terrifying and strange black shadows gathered and approached Charles as the thick fog continued to obscure his vision.

Without giving Charles any time to hesitate, she quickly rushed towards the raven that was eroded by the other world and was now standing there in a daze.

"(Ansu language) Impossible... I am a god... Impossible..."

It seemed to feel something approaching it in the fog, but before it could react, a hand had already reached towards its pupils.

The moment the hand reached out, Raven felt bursts of burning sensation in his eyeballs.

A large amount of spirit, soul and knowledge were frantically stripped away from its soul and body, causing its originally twisted soul to become riddled with holes.

The power and knowledge that did not belong to it were being plundered crazily, and this spirit that should have died long ago was left with only a tattered body and memories.

But it just looked at the hand reaching towards it without any struggle, just watching the hand reaching towards its eyeballs.

Then, its eyes turned black, and the other eye seemed to be destroyed, and quickly necrotized along with the body.

The fear before my eyes has completely dissipated, leaving only the remnants of memory burning in my mind like the scorching sun.

At the same time, changes began to appear before Charles' eyes.

Silver gears shone and whirled above her fingertips.

The gears seemed to increase the speed at which the fog approached, and the surrounding fog, mixed with black shadows, rolled towards Charles.

At this moment, the "Echo of the Silver Timebinder" in Charles' pocket flew out and collided directly with the gear, emitting a dazzling silver light.

The silver light almost engulfed Charles's entire field of vision and dispelled the surrounding fog. For a moment, the whispers in Charles' mind seemed to have lessened a lot, replaced by a warm and familiar feeling.

The original antique silver pocket watch began to twist and deform with the addition of this gear. The originally simple appearance began to show complex carving marks. In the center of the dial, a gear was gradually taking shape and slowly rotating.

【Walk! 】

In a silver-white light, a system screen appeared before his eyes, but it disappeared in a flash. However, it still made Charles' thoughts start working again.

Xiao Zuo!

The moment he sensed Charles's thoughts, Xiao Zuo jumped up and grabbed the back of Charles' collar, throwing her directly into the gradually shrinking vortex of blood.

Boom-!

Charles' figure was thrown out of the bloody vortex like a rag. After rolling rapidly on the ground for several times, it slammed into the wall of the factory with a loud noise.

The violent collision also caused Charles' figure to begin to flicker. His originally dark blue hair quickly faded and was replaced by red, breaking the transformed state.

At the same time, in the Anzu Savior Goddess Church, a saint who had her eyes closed suddenly opened them, her eyes full of shock and disbelief.

She quickly stood up and jumped down from the altar, without even having time to put on her shoes, and ran towards the Pope who was standing at the door talking with an archbishop.

"Your Holiness! Something bad has happened..."

"There is already a way for the gods to regain some of their uniqueness... not the goddess!"

"Where? Which church?"

"I don't know... The feeling is very vague, I'm not even sure if it's in this world..."

This scene is not only happening in the Savior Goddess Church, but also among various churches and esoteric sects.

Someone actually achieved uniqueness again after the Chaos Era... This is something that no one has achieved even during the thousand-year holy war that broke out in the Ancient Era to plunder resources.

Only a few at the highest levels knew about these things, but everyone knew that the world was about to fall apart again...

The previously silent esoteric sects and churches will go crazy in their quest to find this truth...

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Chapter 138: A light kiss.

Charles moved slowly to the factory entrance, leaned against the gate, and looked at his right hand in the dim sunlight.

In her somewhat dazed vision, she saw that the skin on her right hand had cracked, and from the cracks, scarlet tentacles were drilling out along the wound and waving beside her hand.

The blood that stained her fingers and palms red dripped from her fingertips to the ground.

But when Charles used his left hand to take the handkerchief and wipe the blood off his right hand, he wiped nothing off.

In the perception of the left hand, there was no change in the right hand, and the palm was dry, without any moist blood.

Both of these feelings are irrational.

I did tear open the raven's eyeball with my own hands in the other world, so it's impossible that there was no blood on my hands, but it's also impossible for the blood to keep flowing like this - after such a long time, the blood should have dried up long ago.

At this moment, the roars of the monsters in the other world seemed to still echo in Charles's brain. These sounds echoed in Charles's mind like whispers. She was glad that she could not understand the meaning of these sounds.

Ciel slowly took out the "Echo of the Silver Timebinder" from his pocket.

At this time, pocket watches no longer had the original simplicity and rusticity, but began to have exquisite patterns.

When I opened the silver cover, the pocket watch no longer felt sluggish when it was opened... It was as if it had been refurbished all of a sudden.

But what Charles cared about most was the gear in the center of the dial.

It covers the hour, minute and second hands, but its rotation frequency is completely inconsistent with these hands.