Miss Witch's Speed ​​Run Manual

The eyeball embedded in the girl's eye socket, with its pink pupil slightly turned, looked at the crazy key man.

"You still want to lie to me? You still want to lie to me?!"

The key man suddenly raised his leg and stepped directly on the girl's eyeball.

Snapped--

Even the feeling of the girl's feet rupturing the eyeballs was so real, as if she had really crushed someone's face and exploded their eyeballs.

Everything in front of the key man turned into a light purple mist and dissipated. The key man gasped violently on the spot and laughed crazily.

“Hahahaha…hahahahaha!!!”

When I get out, the first thing I will do is kill that girl!!!

The key person suddenly opened her eyes, the bloodshot in her eyes had almost spread throughout her eyeballs, the double vision in front of her eyes began to become more and more serious, the buzzing and roaring in her brain intertwined, tearing her head apart.

This is absolutely real... That new "dream stealer" can't simulate the feeling of this kind of heavy pollution...

What comes into view is a familiar decoration.

Luxurious wool carpets, exquisite solid wood furniture, soft sofas and intricate crystal chandeliers - and the beautiful red-haired girl standing in front of her, smiling at her and holding a silver pocket watch - she returned to this room again.

"Hahahaha!!! You can't fool me, we are in the Bell Tower Church now!!!"

The key man tried his best to conceal his inner fear, and suddenly raised his right hand, pointing the ring at the girl, but the fear deep in her eyes did not dissipate at all.

Triple…dreamland!!! Triple!!!

Whoosh-!

"meet again……"

The girl smiled, but before she could finish her words, her head was torn into pieces by the green light, and her brain, skull, hair and skin were scattered all over the ground.

The key man rushed towards the desk in a panic, smashed the wall with one punch, took out a notebook from the secret compartment, and began to search through it frantically.

This is her spiritual notebook.

“Fake… I knew it was fake, hahahaha!!!”

The notebook in the key man's hand fell to the ground.

A green light flashed, and the key man's head rolled to the ground.

boom--!

The surrounding scene once again turned into purple mist and shattered and dissipated.

The key person suddenly opened her eyes, and her vision was almost covered by a sea of ​​blood. The buzzing in her head made it almost impossible for her to hear any words. In front of her, there seemed to be a scarlet blood moon hanging, and the blood moon opened its black vertical pupils and stared at her.

This is... the bell tower church?

finished?

The key man looked back stiffly. The red-haired girl was holding a silver pocket watch in her left hand and a gun blade with silver cracks in her right hand, and was looking at the key man with a smile.

"meet again."

The girl spoke slowly, her teasing voice sounding like it came from hell.

Click——

The sound of a pocket watch being clicked was heard, and the girl held the gun blade in reverse, inserted it diagonally upwards towards the heart, and pulled the trigger.

With a deafening "boom", a brilliant silver flame burst out from the muzzle of the girl's gun.

The fierce flames almost reduced the girl's entire upper body to ashes, leaving not even her head. Her right hand drooped weakly, and the exquisite pocket watch in her hand rolled to the side of the key man.

The blood moon was hanging behind her. The key woman looked at the pocket watch that rolled over. The extreme fear that penetrated her bones and made her feel her blood was cold was deeply implanted in her mind.

Don’t... don’t come over here!

The pocket watch, which seemed to symbolize multiple dreams, stopped in front of her and turned quietly.

Fake!!! Fake again!!!

Looking at the half-fallen body of the girl, the key man's violent breathing gradually subsided. At this moment, she calmed down and stood still.

Or rather, she was completely consumed by fear.

"Can you still have a fourth level? Can you still have a fourth level?! Come on!"

The key woman suddenly had a seizure, and she seemed to have fallen completely mad, roaring hysterically. The green light of the ring in her hand flashed, and her terrifying head rolled to the ground. Her body finally knelt on the ground and collapsed.

9...

Why...

14...

15...

The second hand of the silver pocket watch turned backwards, and a silver light suddenly flashed.

"Hiss... It hurts so much, Blood Roland."

The red-haired girl appeared again at the Holy Altar, and even her clothes were not damaged at all.

She walked slowly to the headless corpse, bent down, picked up the silver pocket watch in front of the head, wiped the blood off it, and put it in her pocket.

"I'm sorry, there are only two levels of dreams in total. I'm really sorry that I didn't let you see the fourth level..."

"I fooled you, hehe~"

From the first time he returned to the room to the second time he returned to the room, there were only two dreams in total. It was just that the key man in front of him mistakenly thought that Charles' first time taking the pocket watch was already a dream.

But in fact, when the key man thought he was deceived and turned back for the second time, the first dream began and he returned to the original room.

The second dream simply sent her back to the room again, and the key man was almost scared crazy.

Because she assumed that the first time she saw the pocket watch was the first level of the dream.

In every dream, including in reality, the girl uses the pocket watch to strengthen the other person's impression, making the pocket watch the source of fear for the other person.

What she definitely didn't expect was that the last pocket watch wasn't some dream construct.

But it is real, [Echo of the Silver Timebinder]

The girl reached out, lifted up the head that was still open-eyed, and turned it towards the direction of the blood moon in front of her.

It was a beautiful blood-colored vortex, with a terrifying aura brewing inside, and countless blood threads connected to it.

"Be happy, you succeeded. This is the summoning circle you've been dreaming of. You summoned it~"

The girl held the head and spoke gently.

“…It was only my instigation.”

He stretched out his hand and threw it forward. The head drew an arc and was thrown into the bloody vortex and was swallowed up in an instant.

Ciel reached into her pocket, took out the bottle of potion, and shook it gently. The star-colored tentacles inside twisted and turned frantically with her movements.

Seems to be excited.

"So, are you satisfied? A city."

Standing in front of the gradually expanding "blood moon", he slowly pulled out the cork, held the potion bottle in his right hand, and raised it in front of the "blood moon", as if letting the potion appreciate it all.

Then, Charles spread out his left hand, held the potion bottle in his right hand, lowered his head slightly, and performed an elegant noble salute, as if inviting the potion to dance with him in this horrific scene of destruction.

Then, Ciel raised his head and drank the potion in one gulp.

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Chapter 159 "Blood Eyes" takes shape.

Above the main hall of the bell tower church, a scarlet "eyeball" hangs in the air.

Dozens of blood threads like tentacles twisted and connected to dozens of extraordinary people below, sucking their life energy while hanging them in mid-air, which looked extremely weird against the backdrop of the holy murals and statues in the church.

A girl with long scarlet hair stood in front of the swirling "eyeball". An empty potion bottle slipped from her hand and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Dang clang——

This crisp sound slightly awakened the thin figure with long dark green hair who was kneeling under the altar behind the girl.

Tara's vision of Charles began to double, and a huge buzzing sound echoed in her mind. Only by focusing all her attention on Charles could Tara barely resist the horrific roars and wails in her mind.

Even the Mother Goddess's muttering could not cover up this crazy roar.

Mother Goddess... Did you leave me here just to witness this moment...

The feeling of loss of not being able to devote herself to the Mother Goddess slowly faded from Tara's mind. She was ready to not resist no matter what was behind the "door" and began to slowly remove her mental defenses.

At this time, Charles, who was facing the gate to the other world, had begun to feel dazed.

The potion's whispers continued to assault her spirit, and the unfamiliar feeling brought by the gate to the other world before her also made Ciel feel a wave of fear from the bottom of her heart...

This feeling was just like when he had personally entered the gate to the other world before. The wailing and roaring, the feeling of being shrouded in fog in the other world once again flooded into Charles' mind.

And this time, there was also the interference of the potion, forcing her to fight against two kinds of whispers at the same time.

what happened……

Ciel's thoughts began to stagnate. The only possibility she could think of was that she had summoned the wrong thing...

If she personally presided over the summoning ceremony, then according to the description of [Spiritual Summoning], she would definitely be able to attract beings in the other world who had a liking for or interest in her. After many attempts, there had been no accidents.

But this time, the one who led the summoning and chanted the spell in reality was the Key Man, and the blood used to draw the blood formation was not pure Ciel's blood. Her blood only accounted for a very small proportion in it, just to allow the communication between the other world to proceed smoothly.

Moreover, those who offered sacrifices this time were basically members of the Savior Goddess Church and the Holy Advent Church. They all had one thing in common, which was their belief in the same god.

If the previous development had been normal, with the ritual incantation chanted by Charles and the blood used all coming from Charles, then with the sacrifice of so many level 3 and level 2 transcendents, there would be no doubt that a being far superior to the servants of God could be summoned.

But this ritual is not pure, it is just a forced summoning based on large quantity, and I don’t know if any changes will occur.

Moreover, according to the logic of summoning from the other world, if the creatures from the other world are attracted to the sacrifice, it is not necessarily because of a sense of closeness, but they may also come close because of the desire to devour and hatred.

When Charles gained uniqueness before, she had felt that some of the shadows that were originally slightly friendly to her were transformed into devouring desires after the emergence of "uniqueness", which almost drove her crazy.

A momentary struggle began to arise in Charles' heart.

Do you want to bet that the being that comes out of it will be friendly to you?

Or should I leave first and at least keep the Level 3 "Subverter" archive?

The "Subverter" is the same as the "Plaguebringer", who drinks the potion first and then completes the ritual.

Under normal circumstances, as long as the creatures from the other world appear in the city of Burren, they can definitely digest the "Subverter" potion.

The digestion progress may not be enough, but it definitely meets the minimum standard to become a "disruptor". If the subsequent creatures from the other world can cause greater damage, then the degree and progress of Charles's potion digestion will be faster.

After just a moment of struggle, Charles made a decision in his heart.

Even in simulation, contact with the other world is not something that can be taken lightly. It will also affect one's spirit. Moreover, his spirit has not yet recovered. He can only rely on Avina's help to barely act like a normal person.

Where there is life, there is hope.

Charles turned quickly and rushed towards Tara. He grabbed Tara's collar, whose eyes were beginning to blurt out, and said, "Quick! Take me to the Jazz Bridge area! The sooner the better."

Tara was dazed when she was suddenly mentioned. After seeing Charles in front of her, Tara's body began to move without considering what Charles' words meant.

She raised her hand and placed it on Charles' arm. The shadow under her twisted and split into a white shadow, which flew directly around the blood eye in the air and flew out of the church.

The next moment, Tara's figure disappeared from the spot, leaving only a white afterimage.

A white arm stretched out from the shadow beneath Charles, grabbed her arm, and dragged her into the shadow underground. Charles' body was pulled through the ground and fell into her own shadow.

The remaining white shadow of Tara stuck directly to the ground, pulled up Charles' shadow on the ground, and dragged her out of the church.

However, not long after they rushed out of the church, this ability could no longer be maintained. Charles' shadow began to shake. Tara's white shadow quickly reached into Charles' shadow and dragged Charles out.

The carriage outside the door was still there, but it had become dilapidated and corroded. Even the stone bricks at the church door showed signs of severe erosion, as if they could be crushed like tofu dregs with just a slight pinch.

The guards had already fallen to the ground. Many of them had shot themselves. From the expressions on their bodies, it could be seen that they had suffered great pain before their death.

Tara's eyes quickly locked onto the horse lying twitching on the ground. A white shadow floated along the ground towards the horse that was not yet dead. A white sickle appeared in the hand of the white shadow on the ground, and the white shadow swung the sickle directly at the shadow of the horse.

The hook and chain sank deep into the horse's shadow and dragged the shadow out directly. The horse, which was still twitching, suddenly became motionless and died instantly.

Tara's white shadow, Charles, helped her up, and the shadow horse that had been corrupted by the white shadow rushed towards Tara. The two white shadows held Charles and Tara respectively and threw them onto the back of the shadow horse. Then, the shadow horse swung its four hooves and galloped towards the outside of the city.

Charles had used this method before when he used the Judge, so he was not surprised. As they gradually moved away from the direction of the Clock Tower Church, the roar in Charles' mind began to show signs of weakening.

call……