The Magician of Clow

Chapter 264 The Witch's Time

In the Pacific Ocean, far away from the border with China, a ship is standing by on standby.

Suddenly, on its deck, a white light flashed!
Five figures appeared staggeringly from it!
"what!!!"

Siltan's painful pupils widened, he clenched his teeth tightly, and fell to his knees, but finally he couldn't help but yelled out!
Zhong Hai Roared, the A-level night weapon, was thrown down by him, and he pressed his right shoulder firmly with his left hand.

There is no trace of flesh and blood on the broken arm, it is full of completely charred residue!

Seeing this miserable scene, the four people around Siltan all shivered in unison!
What they used was space jumping, the most advanced leaping method researched in the association.

Just activate the crystal, they can leave the battlefield in an instant, but
Even so, Siltan still lost his right hand!

"How terrifying is the energy in that ring!?"

Seral swallowed hard in her heart, she clearly saw that the opponent's last flash of electric light laser could not even be regarded as an edge hit, at most it was hit from a place very close to Sirtan.
It completely annihilated an arm of the B-rank strong man!
Who the hell is that person?Why has he never heard of such a power in the night battle world! ?
He remembered the scene where the opponent took control of the storm and created a giant tornado just now.

All four of them felt cold.

Compared to Siltan who is holding an A-level night weapon,
That person was more like a natural disaster.

Siltan is still struggling in pain, his pupils are full of unforgettable hatred and crazy desire for revenge!
"That guy, that guy, I'm going to kill him, I'm going to kill him"

"Killed his friends, killed his woman, killed his parents, killed everyone around him"

It wasn't the hissing roar before, but an almost obsessive whisper!

The burly Mogg looked at Sirtan's appearance at this moment, and couldn't help feeling cold all over.

All five of them are B-level, but it is not without reason that Seltan has the highest status.

Not to mention the long time he has been in the association, just because of his madness and paranoia, as well as his omnipotent ruthlessness and decisiveness, countless people are afraid to avoid him!

Predator-Sirtan.

This title is not only derived from his ability to take part of others' abilities, but also demonstrates his notoriety for his decisiveness and disregard of ethics!

Mogg looked at Seltan who murmured fiercely and resolutely to himself that he would kill that man even if his right hand was broken,
In the world of night battles, this man was considered by many people decades ago to be a lunatic who chanted pious belief but was bloody and crazy.

Come to think of it, this may be because his strength is far inferior to his colleagues, but compared to other executives of the association, Seltan is far more vigilant and disgusted than them.

Even if it is not ruled out that some people deliberately keep a low profile, many A-level midnight watchmen and zero riders from the Palace of Night are not as well-known as Sirtan in the world of night battles.

"Master Sirtan, our plan has failed. It is best to leave as soon as possible. The possibility of the A-level leader chasing us cannot be ruled out."

Jean said to Siltan, thinking of the electric light laser that crossed the rainstorm in the dark and rainy night just now, his face trembled a little.

Glancing ferociously at Rang, Siltan's face was gloomy, and the deep murderous intent frantically gathered in his eyes. He had already thought of several methods, starting with the people around that person, exhausting him step by step, and finally Give him a fatal blow!
"Okay, let me know, go back"

But in the end Siltan also decided to retreat, return to the association, and accept whatever punishment that person gave him.

But his mouth was wide open, and the sentence was stuck in the middle, and Seltan felt that he could no longer move his mouth.

Because he can't move.

At the same time, the other four also discovered the frightening fact that almost horrified them.

They can't move.

Then in the corner of their field of vision, they discovered with trembling eyes.
The dark-toned clown with a weird smiling mask stood there at some point.

In the center of five people, Black Rose's teleportation magic circle appeared out of thin air.

The black cloth cloak draped obliquely on one shoulder was raised in the night sea breeze, blending into the night, the classic black long skirt, and the knot tied on the other snow-white shoulder exposed to the air.

It is as beautiful as a figure walking out of an ancient parchment scroll.

Siltan's pupils froze. Tonight, he saw this figure for the second time.

witch.

He tried to speak, but found he couldn't even move his tongue!

Others also felt cold all over, and their bodies gradually lost temperature.

Unable to speak, unable to move, they feel like they can't do anything now except breathe and blink!
A thought flashed through my heart in horror.

--mind control.

In the world of night battles, there are countless ways to fix a person's body, but the most common one is the mind control that almost everyone on the mysterious side can do.

The so-called mind control is naturally not using spells to control you. If so, as long as you invest enough mana/physical energy, you can break free, but now, both Serar and Mog have invested thousands of The energy value, the body is still not responding, it has already explained everything.

Instead of using ability, simply use the mental power far beyond yours to forcibly cover your brain nerves, and use a method similar to deception to tell your whole body through your brain,

do not move.

This is mind control.

This is the simplest and most brutal way, although few people can do it.

"I didn't expect that we would meet again so soon."

The witch took off the black cloth hood, looked at Seltan and smiled slightly, her long dark hair seemed to be part of the night like her cloak.

Even in this case, Mogg and Jean found out strangely that they were subconsciously fascinated when they heard the witch's charming voice that was slightly hoarse!
The enchanting face of the mixed blood, mysterious and classical, is exactly the same as the one in the legend, and there seems to be some kind of madness that cannot be changed deep in the seemingly calm black eyes.

Said this sentence, but no one answered.

Only then did the witch remember that they were ordered not to speak by herself.

But she smiled lightly, and didn't care. She walked over and looked down at Seltan, with a fiery and cold look in her eyes, and she spoke with a soft smile, only for him to hear:

"You scared my puppet, so."

The witch smiled mysteriously and charmingly. She didn't care about the man who took her heart away last time. Her voice sounded coquettish and seductive, like the whispers of a sympathizer.

"go to hell."

Siltan's pupils widened, and then he watched his hands move by themselves.

He quickly grabbed his neck.

"Crack. You."

Dying to spit out a few vague words, Siltan stared at the witch tightly.

And even at the end of his life, he did not see the Lord whom he had always believed in devoutly, nor did he utter a complete sentence.

Even he couldn't see the hatred that could make him feel happy from the witch's eyes.

I only saw the madness and paranoia that far surpassed myself, and I don't know how long it has settled.

click!
A broken voice sounded from Sirtan's neck, and he could no longer carry out his series of vicious revenge against Fang Ran.

Because the witch killed all the factors that threatened her doll in the cradle.

Ravager-Sirtan's notoriety was lost forever.

The other four people who were restrained by mind control looked at this scene in horror. This time it was different from the plan called 'Witch Hunt' they had heard last time. They encountered a witch unprepared, and all they had to do was death.

After all, this witch, who has lived for an unknown amount of time, ranks at the top even in the Song of the Wanderer camp!
But grasping the moment of Sirtan's death, Mogg suddenly roared, and the wolf's fur spread across his body!

He roared, and then broke free from the control of his mind by relying on his complete animalization and lack of consciousness, grabbed Zhonghai Roar, hugged Rang and rushed towards the sea!

The witch stood up straight, tilting her head to look at this scene with some surprise, the clown with a strange smiling mask - Greed, silently blocked in front of the two of them.

But unexpectedly, Mogg with red eyes looked at Greed who stood in front of him with a knife in his hand, and threw Rang out straight away!
Let the horrified and unbelievable look at Mogg who threw him out and the magnified greed of the terrifying tiny mask in front of his eyes, the great joy of being rescued a second ago instantly transformed into the same fear!

Greedy tilted his head to look at Rang flying over, and raised the small knife in his hand that looked like a table knife.

Then Jean watched himself being gradually dismembered by it.

And taking advantage of this moment, Mogg jumped out of the ship's side with his real target in his arms, the silent man who condensed the air wall.

"Ala."

The witch was finally surprised, then chuckled and raised her hand, a black light shot out from her fingertips.

It pierced through the bodies of the two Moggs, but still seemed to let them fall into the sea.

The sea water was stained red with blood, and the witch took a look, she didn't seem to care that she let go of two of them, nor did she care about the A-level night weapon.

She turned around and looked at Greed, the intestines and stumps hanging from the knife, and the indescribable Jean on the ground, but she quickly lost interest and turned to look at Serar.

Celar looked at this scene in horror. She watched Syltan being strangled to death by her own hand, watching Mogg fleeing with the man and the night weapon, watching Jean being instantly dismembered by the monster, and she understood the despair and fear .

and the fact that he was abandoned.

The witch looked at Serar who couldn't move, stroked her face with her hand, and said with a light smile:
"It's really pretty"

The witch stroked Serar's delicate and beautiful face dressed for the ball, and continued:
"It just so happens that I need more media to wake them up."

At the last second when she lost herself, Seral found it incredible that what she saw in the eyes of the witch turned out to be a passionate and bright, but paranoid and almost crazy love.
(End of this chapter)