Miss Witch's Speed ​​Run Manual

In an instant, Erigma made up his mind to be tied to the same warship with the other party.

She simply raised her hand and made a fist, the molten iron melted, and a silver-white spear appeared in her hand. She bent her knees slightly and leaped suddenly.

boom--

The bricks shattered and flew, and the Pope's figure was like a silver-white flash, carrying the flame of molten iron, and he directly slammed into the black and white curtain.

……

With the addition of Erigma, the battle, which was originally one-sided and which the Duke had been holding on to, was over in a few breaths.

The curtains dispersed, revealing Percy and Eleanor in the ruins of what was once the Archbishop's Palace.

The originally magnificent tower building was now completely reduced to rubble, and a deep pit of more than ten meters appeared on the ground, which was enough to illustrate the brutality of the battle.

Duke Charles, with both arms broken and dying, knelt on the ground with a pale face, gasping violently, and behind him stood a silver-white armor with cracks.

The spear was clamped on Charles' neck, like a guillotine that could fall at any time. Duke Charles' life was like a candle in the wind.

His face looked haggard, as if he had aged a dozen years in an instant, and the white hair at his temples made him look even more haggard.

The Duke slowly raised his head and looked forward.

In front of him, a young girl was walking slowly towards him in the rain. The blood fungi under her feet were wriggling, as if laying a horrible carpet of flesh and blood for her.

Your name is...Charles...right?

Duke Charles's eyes dimmed.

He would never have dreamed that the red-haired girl who had a close relationship with his daughter and whom he met at the gate of the family cemetery that day was actually the mastermind behind this desperate doomsday scene.

Charles stood in front of Duke Charles and slowly raised his right hand.

Sorry, Lao Deng, I'll give you a little advance on your dowry.

The blood-colored mycelium spread along Charles' fingers. Charles slowly raised his somewhat gray eyes and looked at Charles. After moving his lips, he spoke in a hoarse voice: "Avina...is she okay?"

Charles paused for a moment, then said, "I've already arranged for her to leave the city. You should know this."

"Ha ha……"

Charles smiled bitterly. He knew that the other party was pointing out that he had sent people to monitor their movements.

"Can you please convey a few words to Avina for me?"

Duke Charles gasped, his voice filled with pleading.

Charles nodded slightly and did not object.

When a man is about to die, his words are good. Charles will listen to his words dialectically before he dies.

"She is my only daughter, my only heir... She can only choose to join the Cult of Kosmos while still under the constraints of the royal family, or join the royal family while still under the constraints of the Cult of Kosmos... There is no other choice..."

"They must ensure complete control of the Russell family. I have no choice..."

Duke Charles lowered his head and spoke with his last bit of strength.

Pat pat pat——

Raindrops fell beside them, and along with the sound of the raindrops fell, there was also the sound of Charles clapping.

"A great family leader."

Ciel stopped clapping.

"But not a very good father, right..."

Charles shook his head feebly.

"If you were in my position, you would be the same..."

"If I were in your position, what do you think I would do?"

Charles spoke up, interrupting Charles.

Charles looked up at the girl in front of him.

Charles slowly spread out his left arm, and in the direction she showed, blood and screams, fire and explosions, chaos and doomsday were all condensed in the rain curtain painting on the opposite side of the river bank.

"That's my answer."

Charles raised his hand, and the mycelium drilled directly into Charles' mouth and nose. Charles seemed to have given up his last resistance. After a long sigh, he was completely wrapped, corroded, and swallowed by the mycelium.

Pope Erigma, who witnessed all this, shuddered slightly and said, "Uh... Your Excellency, I assure you that our Church of the God of Order will never again have any desire to control Miss Avina, including Nia..."

It seemed that she was frightened by Charles's declaration just now.

"I know."

Ciel smiled and nodded.

The tone of voice that seemed to indicate that he had everything under control made the green flames in Erigma's eyes flicker.

She seemed to see a being that was more terrifying and more powerful than Qiang Yin, an existence that controlled everything behind the curtain, appearing before her.

I don’t know whether this is a disaster or a good thing for the world.

Eregma left here.

As for Charles, he led the others and began to walk slowly towards the east district.

All obstacles to organization have been cleared, and now it's time to wrap things up...

The rain continued to fall, the mycelium rubbing against flesh and bones, producing a hymn. Even the rain and mist began to turn scarlet, like extended nerves connecting to the mycelium.

In the face of the terrifying deadly pathogen infection.

Anzu has never been so equal.

PS:

202.5 (overdue) - 2.25 (additional) = 200.25 (overdue)

244

Chapter 244: The Stunning Population Planner.

The thick morning mist was like solidified corpse wax, slowly evaporating from the Statue of the Savior in Westminster Square.

The fungal carpet covered the entire square like a blood-red wedding dress, and each cluster of mycelium glowed bright red in the sunlight.

The canal no longer flows—dark red tentacles like synapses weave a carpet of living things across the riverbed.

The low buildings in the East District slums are like a dome of flesh membrane that covers the entire city. Countless corpses are wrapped in these membranes, waiting to be corroded and digested.

Charles walked across Westminster Square and stood beside the collapsed Parliament Building, which looked like a church of flesh and blood that was still growing.

A breeze blew, dispersing the fog a little, making the hazy doomsday scene in front of them more concrete.

Ansu is dead.

After a night of rampant destruction by the terrifying mycelium, this large city, which housed millions of people last night, was now as quiet as a ghost town. The deadly mycelium had already been branded into the heart of the city.

A silver panel unfolded in front of Ciel.

[Countdown - 09:18:59]

There are still nine hours left... The simulation will not end until six o'clock in the evening.

Although it is not as efficient as meteorites or dark insects, it is still very efficient.

All organizations that wanted to resist and fight the infection collapsed under Charles's crushing strength and turned into nutrients for the fungal mat.

Even if they encounter some strong people who resist stubbornly, Percy and Eleanor will "teach" them how to give up resistance and accept their fate.

pat-

Tara's footsteps were heard behind Charles. She looked at Charles' back, the canal in front of him, and the opposite bank of the river, and felt a little numb in her heart.

Even Tara, who trusted Charles so much, was surprised and suspicious about what Charles had done.

How many people were killed...

You know, Beian Su, the mysterious extraordinary person who might have used the famine to hold a promotion ceremony, also took several years to gradually develop the famine to its current extent, starving millions of people to death.

And Charles did all this in one night in the main city...

Even though so many people died from the famine in Bei'ansu, Tara believed that Bei'ansu could be rebuilt.

But with the dead silence in front of her, Tara had no idea how the city could revive.

Even if the queen survived, Anzu's collapse and disintegration were inevitable... and even if the Church of the God of Order took over the country, the capital would have to be changed.

No one would be willing to rebuild the capital on this bloody land.

"Master Ciel...what do we need to do next?"

Tara spoke up and asked the questions that Percy and Eleanor, who had been silent behind her, had in their hearts.

They were all a little afraid to hear what Charles would say about some even more terrifying plan later on—like what he would do with the corpses of an entire city...

What’s next?

Charles thought about this question carefully.

Even if the germs were controlled to continue spreading to the surrounding towns or villages, the only gains would be the lives of tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of civilians. Now that Charles had already harvested a considerable number of lives, there was no need to continue being greedy.

In the remaining time, it is best to take inventory of any possible loot to ensure that you survive until the end of the simulation.

"Nothing."

Ciel spoke slowly.

"Pack up a little and get out of here."

Ciel slowly raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

clatter--

The sound of the snapping fingers was particularly clear in the empty city. Three seconds passed and nothing happened.

Gollum—

There was a sound from the bottom of the river, as if something was pulling out mud, and then the whole city seemed to shake.

A large amount of hyphae began to wriggle and gathered towards where Charles was.

They crashed through the city, creating a huge wave of blood in Ansu City. These myceliums, which were made of flesh and blood mixed with corpses, crashed recklessly in Ansu City, swallowing up all obstacles in front of them and heading towards their destination.

A large amount of mycelium continued to merge and stack in front of Charles' eyes.

A huge amount of terrifying fungi were stacked up without any rules, getting higher and higher until it exceeded the highest peak of the Savior Goddess Bell Tower, forming a strange landscape standing in the center of Ansu City.

Charles looked up at the red "giant towers" in front of her that blocked out the sky. She wanted to control them to continue shrinking, but she couldn't.

Charles was also thinking about whether he could shrink this giant tower a little bit, or store it in some form so that he could use it next time... But now it seems that this expectation has been dashed, because these hyphae do not have such function.

Some of the mycelium that devoured different extraordinary people have undergone slight mutations, and even have differences in color.

It’s a pity... there is not enough time, otherwise Charles would like to continue studying these mycelium and maybe develop a more stable and powerful pathogen.

In Charles' opinion, the current scarlet bacteria is somewhat unsatisfactory...it is too easy to be restrained.

Fire, ice, and even some poisons that affect plants or animals can render it inactive.

If everyone knows everything about it, even ordinary people can form an alliance to deal with it, not to mention the extraordinary people.

That night, Charles had to run around non-stop, suppressing any resistance that arose so that the germs could continue to spread.

Fortunately, I chose to spread outward from the center of the west district, and the simulated self also connected almost all the forces that could be connected, so that they remained non-resistant.

Otherwise, if it started spreading from the East District, it might have been stopped by those extraordinary people by the time it reached the West District.

There is still room for optimization...

Charles raised his hand, and the giant tower in front of him squirmed slightly. A ball of mycelium with blue blood flowing inside was squeezed in front of Charles, crawling on the ground and crawling towards him.

Charles picked up the ball of mycelium, waited for it to shrink into a ball, and then stuffed it directly into his pocket.

This bunch of mycelium has absorbed the mycelium of a 4th-level transcendent... It can also be said to be Charles' "hero fragment", and its research value is much higher than other mycelium.

Given the limited amount of mycelium that can be carried, Charr must definitely give priority to carrying the rarer ones.

"Let's go."

Charles waved his hand and walked towards the canal tower bridge.