Miss Witch's Speed ​​Run Manual

The feeling of making a nest before fishing made her happy. In this way, if she could control the amount a little, she might be able to lure this thing out of the city of Ansu.

However... you have to sacrifice your own blood throughout the process, and you can't use the pocket watch.

If the side effect of [Time Disorder] allows other save files to take over, it might ruin my "somewhat" dangerous plan.

In the following events, Ciel, following the buzzing in his head and the proximity of the crimson light before him, began to repeatedly slit his wrists, releasing blood, luring and maintaining the activity of the creature from the other world...

Until the sky slowly began to turn pale.

……

Near noon, in the capital city of Ansu, in the Knight District, at 10 Bruton Street, the Duke of Thaddeus's Palace.

"Hasn't that Opold replied yet?"

At the head seat at the Duke's dining table, a middle-aged man with a dignified face put down his knife and fork and asked the butler beside him.

He is tall, with meticulously groomed dark brown curly hair, with a hint of gray at the temples, symbolizing his experience and prestige.

But at this moment, his sharp gray-blue eyes revealed a slightly uncalm look, as if he was eager to find the answer to this question.

Before the old butler could reply, the elegantly dressed blond lady beside him slowly said, "He is already an adult. He can handle his work on his own."

"Heh... just spoil him. If you let him go to Queen's Sword, you'll definitely regret this decision one day."

The Duke snorted coldly, without his usual politeness and reserve, just venting his inner resentment.

At this moment, the door of the restaurant was pushed open, and a man in knight armor walked in quickly, which aroused the Duke's dissatisfaction.

Duke Thaddeus was furious at the moment, but when he looked up at the newcomer, his resentment subsided a little. He elegantly wiped his mouth with a napkin, looked at the newcomer, and asked, "Andrew Russell, what brings you here?"

"My Lord, I beg your pardon for not being able to continue our conversation."

The knight, clad in exquisite silver armor, took off his helmet, looked at Thaddeus with his black eyes, and said, "According to the contract, you and your wife will come with me."

contract?

Duke Thaddeus frowned slightly, but he still stood up and walked to the knight's side and said, "What's the matter, Andrew?"

This so-called contract was signed by almost every influential noble.

This is a protection contract signed between the royal family and the nobility, and it is considered a mandatory agreement.

Great nobles are not allowed to privately contact or be involved in supernatural powers, unless they are direct descendants joining the "Queen's Sword". This contract must be signed by even Prince Thaddeus, who has been granted the status of Duke.

The contract not only protects the nobles from the invasion of supernatural forces, but also restricts the power and strength of the nobles in disguise.

This also appeared after the Russell family became powerful, because the royal family discovered that such an extraordinary family could pose a great threat to the royal power. If other larger families appeared, the situation would not be completely under control.

In other words, the power of the Russell family is related to "order", otherwise the Russell family would have been dismantled long ago.

Now, Andrew came here and mentioned the contract, which means that there might be danger and it is related to those dangerous forces.

"We'll talk as we go, Your Excellency."

Andrew led the way, whispering as he walked, "This morning, the entire 'Queen's Sword' was dispatched, and the Russell family also received orders to protect the nobles who signed the contract... Something big might be happening."

"Is it those evil forces?"

Duke Thaddeus spoke, his tone not sounding particularly concerned, "Those cultists?"

He seemed to be used to it, as if something like this had happened to him before.

"Uh...yes, but this time it's very different."

Andrew thought for a moment, but couldn't find a very suitable description. He could only say, "A bold estimate is that the death toll could reach over 50,000. The towns along the way have suffered horrific damage."

"This is the largest terrorist attack by cultists in the past decade."

"fifty thousand?!"

The Duke's eyes widened and he lost his voice a little.

This is a terrifying number. It has been a long time since Ansu has seen such casualties.

"You said the Queen's Swords are all out. Where's Opold? Has he returned to the team?"

The Duke seemed to still be worried about his son and asked.

"I don't know... but when I came out of the Knight's Hall, I saw members of Opold's team. They said they felt the captain's token. Maybe Opold is almost in Anzu."

"That's good."

After hearing this, the Duke's heart finally settled down.

162

Chapter 162: I know the taste of the Mother Goddess.

(PS: Thaddeus's title has been changed to Prince)

"God of Order... what on earth is that thing..."

At the top of the train platform, a figure wearing a slender windbreaker stood on the roof composed of steel structure and glass.

Her hands were clearly human, but her head was almost corroded and wrapped by the steel structure, becoming half a hideous iron armor. Only her chin and lips still had an intact human appearance.

At this moment, she was staring at the bloody glow in the distance in amazement.

The people on the platform below had already been evacuated to Ansu City, and the originally bustling station was now empty.

Further back, there was a somewhat messy area of ​​sheds and a large number of factories. Thick smoke billowed out from the factory chimneys, and the entire city seemed to be shrouded in a gray haze.

About two or three kilometers in front of her, a flickering, obviously weak black shadow was standing in the middle of the railway, with the strange insect wings behind it curled up, as if it was struggling in pain.

Behind him, a blood cloak that stretched for who knows how many kilometers was connected to his wings, and spider-web-like blood threads stuck the blood cloak and wings together.

On the "blood cloak" were countless skeletons and corpses, as well as some living "people" who seemed to have half of their bodies integrated into the "blood cloak" and were screaming and bloody.

"Is this an out-of-control transcendent? By what means? The 'Evil Punisher'? Can the 'Evil Punisher' make such a noise..."

She mumbled something and raised her hand to rub her human chin.

Suddenly, the dark shadow in the distance seemed to slowly raise its head and look in the direction of An Su, as if attracted by something again.

The action of raising her head caused the woman in the windbreaker to hear screams and wails in her mind, and an uncontrollable impulse of violence began to surge in her heart.

She quickly looked at the person next to her and said, "Hey! Chief over there! It's time to take action! It's starting to move towards us!"

Ding--

A crisp sound, like the sound of a piano, was heard, and the frenzy in the woman's mind was instantly dispelled, but a moment later, this frenzy began to accumulate again.

When this note sounded, it was like an invisible ripple that spread outward at the speed of sound. About eight seconds later, a blood mist rose from the terrifying black shadow in the distance and the blood cloak behind it, as if a bomb had been thrown into a sea of ​​blood.

The scarlet light in the sky shrank almost instantly, and even the blood cloak on the black shadow began to wriggle, constantly merging into the black shadow's body through the blood vessels, replenishing the damage it had suffered.

So fierce!

The woman looked at the terrifying figure in the distance who had suffered great damage and stopped moving again, and marveled in her heart.

These terrifying level 4 abilities were shocking no matter how many times one saw them. If she were to fight against them, she would find no way to win.

This has almost nothing to do with humans...

She looked at the figure beside the railway. The back of the man with long pure white hair was facing the surging blood-red light in front of him, with his right hand placed on the illusory silver piano in front of him.

He gracefully raised his hands and took off the white gloves, revealing his baby-soft fingers. He then spread his hands out again and slowly placed them on the keys in front of him, ready to start playing.

But at this moment, something strange happened.

A giant black spear whizzed past the woman's back, almost piercing her ear, and hit the illusory piano directly, smashing it into a golden residue.

After smashing the piano, the black spear turned into black mist and dissipated, revealing a figure wearing a black faceless mask. The silver lines on the mask seemed to draw an angry human face.

Four sharp insect wings spread out from behind the figure. She raised her right hand, and a black shadow spear condensed in her palm again. The loose black clothes on her body made a rustling sound in the wind.

"Why, so this is also something your Savior Goddess Cult made?"

The white-haired man didn't speak, but his voice spread like a musical note, and even the woman in the windbreaker standing at the top of the platform could hear it clearly.

"Your Savior Goddess Cult... have you been a little too active lately?"

Although the man's voice was emotionless, the sarcasm between the lines was evident.

At this time, after stopping the man's attack, a black shadow emerged from behind the masked woman in the teaching uniform. Her body was twisted, and she had exchanged positions with the black shadow behind her. The black shadow continued to point the spear at the man, while she herself was looking at the blood-red sky in the distance.

Darkworm...why?

Goddess above...

The struggling "people" behind the dark insects made the masked woman's heart ache. Her brain was filled with endless wails, as if she could empathize with those desperate voices.

Why did the Dark Bugs appear at this time? And why did they kill so many people? What was going on?

Dark Worm, the most brutal holy spirit under the goddess's throne. According to records, when he appeared, it must be to punish the creatures who committed great mistakes against the goddess.

At the same time, the Darkworm is also the symbol of the Inquisition. Even the emblem of the Inquisition is engraved with the wings of the Darkworm.

But now, the appearance of the Dark Worm and his actions made the woman confused.

Was this summoned by the Holy Advent Cult? Could it be that... they had done something wrong to incur the punishment of the Dark Insects?

But why is He so weak?

Is this the will of the goddess? What does the goddess mean?

She couldn't attack the dark insects, but she had to keep them out of the city... otherwise the entire Anzu would become a purgatory.

"I advise you to get out of the way, Eleanor."

The man's voice rang out again, "Casualties have already begun to appear in the city... Can't you hear the angry notes? That's Aiden Town over there, but it's your parish~"

"Shut up."

Eleanor suppressed her anger and cursed.

She was already confused by the appearance of the dark bugs, which were obviously related to the church. Now that it had caused such heavy casualties, no matter what the outcome of this incident was, the Church of the Savior Goddess would be doomed.

Being expelled from Ansu was a small matter. What she was most worried about was the goddess's reckoning.

Reinforcements from all sides were arriving continuously, leaving her with little time to make a choice...

……

"Tsk... Is this Ansu? Why does it feel even shabbier than Clock Tower Alley?"

Outside of Easton Station, in a crowded alley, Charles looked at the dilapidated and densely packed workers' dormitories around him, frowning slightly, looking very lost.

Just now, the train passed through a small outlying town connected to Ansu. Factories, warehouses and workers' residential areas were piled together, as if it had arrived in a slum that was even more suffocating than the Clock Tower Alley area.

Even when he got off the platform and sneaked into the city, all he saw was a dark and crowded scene, which made Charles feel extremely disappointed.

"This is what Easton Station is like, Lord Charles,"

Tara, who had been to Ansu many times, lowered her head and explained, "If we get off at West End or Queen's Cross Station, the scene we see might be more prosperous."

After answering Charles' question, Tara couldn't help but look back at the blood light that was gradually fading in the distance, and she felt uncomfortable in her heart.

Until the Holy Spirit returned, she was not able to pay her respects face to face... But she couldn't think about this matter at this time. Before the train arrived at the station, she felt the breath of the "Punishment Saint" and took Charles away early.

It was mainly because her hide-and-seek DNA was triggered, causing Tara to momentarily forget that the Mother Goddess was right next to her. Otherwise, she would definitely not be in a hurry to leave, but would just stand there waiting for the "Punishment Saint" to see the Mother Goddess and herself bow down to her, and vent her anger.

"Master Ciel, the aura of the Holy Spirit seems to have disappeared..."

Tara reminded.

"It doesn't matter. I'm already surprised it can hold on this long."

Ciel shook his head, not particularly concerned, but just a little disappointed.

At this time, Charles' face was pale, and his hands were almost covered with bloody wounds. He didn't even know how much blood he had shed to lure the dark insect all the way here.

Compared to the previous spiritual summons, this one lasted almost 12 hours, which surprised Charles very much - and the blood consumption was not particularly large.

Maybe it’s because it found a lot of food for itself.

I thought I could take a census of Ansu's population, but now it seems that Charles was overthinking it... Ansu is much larger than she imagined, and together with the surrounding villages and towns, its size is far beyond the reach of Burren City.

But... that's what makes it challenging, isn't it? The stronger the fortress, the more rewarding it is to crumble it - this kind of pleasure is incomparable to anything else.

Thinking of this, the disappointment on Charles' face gradually disappeared, and he put on a smile again. He nodded and sighed: "Anzu is quite safe and livable."

Looking at Charles' expression, Tara's mind couldn't help but become active.

The Mother Goddess seemed to be indifferent to the coming and expulsion of the Holy Spirit... It seemed that it was just as he thought, the Mother Goddess would not care too much about a Holy Spirit.