Chapter 843

"I'm going, earthquake?"

"Earthquake a ghost, we live on a sky island, okay? How can there be an earthquake?"

"Damn, it's a witch powerhouse fighting."

"Crazy, don't go to the duel arena to fight, fight in the city, not afraid of losing everything after?"

"What are you still doing, run, don't run and wait to be turned into slag by the aftermath?"

"Hurry up and report, this is the city center, the night guards will be here in a few minutes."

The originally peaceful street suddenly became a bit chaotic because of the earth-shaking movement. The passersby on the street first looked up and looked in the direction where the thunderous roar had just come from.

And after feeling the two terrifying magic pressures coming from that direction, the alien passersby changed their faces and hurriedly began to flee this place of right and wrong.

In this "God World," watching the fun of "gods" requires enough strength to support it. Often, weak alien races are accidentally injured by witches.

Only the witch passersby were slightly bolder. They stayed in place and wanted to see which two warriors were so brave.

You know, although this Night City is called the City of Sin, it is not completely a place outside the law. Those small fights on weekdays are fine, no one will care, but these two Great Witches fighting publicly in the city center, this is obviously impossible to completely ignore.

After all, Great Witches all have the strength of city-breaking level. If such strong people are allowed to let go of their hands and feet, after they finish fighting, Night City will be destroyed.

However, it has been many years since I have seen such brave warriors, because the demon witch battle group commanded by the Vampire Witches—the Night Watch—is stationed in the city. That is a top battle group that can be ranked in the entire Witch World, with countless strong people. Who dares to be arrogant under such a Sword of Damocles?

In short, there will be fun to watch in a while.

And in the center of the battlefield, the sky is full of smoke and

Amidst the dust and smoke, Dorothy was pressing Miss Demon King firmly against the ground, grinding her face into it.

Although the street surface was not paved with high-grade building materials, but rather a common material called Cloud Brick, the fact that it was chosen by witches as a basic building material was enough to prove that this material must have its unique qualities.

This stone was very light, weighing only one-third of a regular stone of the same volume, yet its hardness was two to three times that of diamond, making it very durable.

But now, the entire road had cracks spreading outward like a spider web, centered on Miss Demon King's face, and the center area had truly caved in, forming a large semi-circular pit.

Well, Dorothy really hadn't held back in that last strike; she had made up her mind to defeat the enemy in one blow, so this ordinary basic attack was essentially her full strength—anything higher would require the use of martial arts.

However, the Home Witch considered that the combat techniques she had mastered were all a bit brutal, so she didn't dare use them. After all, she didn't know the strength of Lord Demon King during this period, and she was worried that if she wasn't careful and accidentally killed her, that would be a real disaster.

However, her worry was clearly unnecessary.

Although the Cloud Bricks were hard, Miss Demon King's skin seemed even thicker; the Cloud Bricks all over the ground were shattered, but Ati, who was being pressed to the ground, was still full of vitality.

Dorothy carefully checked the other party's condition and discovered that, apart from being a bit dusty and disheveled, she hadn't suffered a single injury.

"Good grief, that resistant to beating?"

The Home Witch was somewhat surprised; she had to admit that this was indeed a Demon King larva, truly not to be underestimated.

But then again, what was Lord Demon King's template, anyway?

She thought to herself with some curiosity.

However, her curiosity was soon answered.

The black-haired girl, who was being pressed to the ground and ground into it, growled in deep humiliation.

Astimos was truly, very angry right now. She felt that perhaps she had really played the part of a useless person for so long that she had actually become one; otherwise, how could just any random person suddenly catch her off guard like this?

The Demon King girl, who was furious and embarrassed by her current disheveled state, was truly losing her mind. She no longer cared about testing or holding back.

She operated her mana at full power, a powerful magical pressure rising from her body, while the characteristics of her evolution template gradually revealed themselves.

Curved ram horns grew from the top of her head, bat-like devil wings extended from her back, a tail with a heart-shaped tip emerged from behind her, and her exceptionally long legs grew soft sheep's wool as if wearing wool leggings, ultimately transforming into two goat legs.

"Ah, this—good grief, no wonder she rules over Lust later; so she's a succubus."

Looking at the familiar racial characteristics in front of her, Dorothy blinked, suddenly enlightened.

However, having fought with Ma De Lin before, she wouldn't think succubi were easy to deal with; in fact, she was already starting to get a headache.

She remembered when she went to challenge the Armed Society, the succubus witch Miss had super-strong recovery and health. If Ma De Lin hadn't lost consciousness from pleasure amidst her storm-like attacks, she might have failed that time.

Of course, she was no longer the little witch with only 10,000 Total Mana back then; now, with over 400,000 Total Mana, she had unlocked many methods and was confident she could easily defeat the succubus witch Miss.

But the problem was that the opponent now wasn't Ma De Lin, but Ma De Lin's ancestor, Lord Demon King, one of the three supreme rulers of the Witch World.

Ma De Lin was already very troublesome back then; Miss Demon King would only be several times more troublesome than her.

Sure enough, Dorothy soon felt the powerful resistance coming from Ati. After activating her template power and entering the second stage of transformation, Miss Demon King's strength became somewhat terrifying.

"Damn, this creature's strength attribute is at least an S; if I rely only on brute force, I can't hold her down."

Dorothy's expression changed. With Hel Mosi's A-rank strength attribute, she had actually lost in this test of strength.

Fortunately, if brute force wasn't enough, there was technique to make up for it.

"Dragon Demon Super Release, Second-Fold Liberation."

The muscles on her arms bulged, and the veins became distinct one by one. This released the body's limits, and the forcibly erupted double strength finally offset the attribute difference.

Ati, who had just almost climbed up, was once again pressed to the ground by brute force.

And so, there was another boom.

The ground was trembling again, the dust that had just dissipated a little danced once more, and the cracks and the huge pit on the ground spread and expanded again.

"Are you calm yet?"

Dorothy, having regained control of the situation, asked this.

She now realized that the commotion seemed to have become a bit too big. The conflict had come too suddenly, and she hadn't had time to set up a barrier or anything. If they kept fighting, the city guards would be coming to make arrests.

"I'll calm your beep-beep-beep."

Ati naturally couldn't surrender; she responded with a mouth full of honey.

Dim lights to protect eyes, small, medium, large.

At the same time, she seemed to have used some kind of combat technique, and Dorothy felt even stronger resistance again.

"Four-Fold Liberation."

She had no choice but to increase her strength as well.

Her arm pressing down on Ati bulged again, even starting to turn a bluish-purple, the texture of the muscles visible through the skin, while the equally engorged veins wandered through her arm like little snakes.

And so, another earthquake, another mushroom cloud, and the pit sank and expanded once more.

"Have you had enough?"

"I'll have enough of your beep-beep-beep."

Fine, this brat really did have a mouth full of honey.

Moreover, she still hadn't broken through her defense; this guy's constitution was probably also an S. This defense was a bit scary.

It was clearly recorded in later generations that Lord Demon King appeared more as a wise person, seemingly calculating against her opponents every time; there was no record that she was actually a muscle witch with maxed-out strength and constitution.

Dorothy finally understood the terror of the Witch King larva. This Ati was probably only sixteen or seventeen years old, about the same age as her, but the difference in strength was truly a world apart.

"No way, again?"

Feeling the resistance force becoming strong again, the Home Witch was also defeated.

"I'm going eight-fold liberation."

"Sixteen-fold liberation."

Roaring sounds rang out, as if a giant were using the earth as a drum. The commotion, louder with each burst, even made the surrounding passerby witches, who had been calm while watching the excitement, unable to stay calm anymore.

After all, this commotion didn't look like witches fighting at all; it felt like two giant dragons brawling. This was a pure struggle of brute force.

"You really are a blockhead."

At this moment, her arm had completely turned bluish-purple, thick and disproportionate to her body, looking like a young beauty with a devil's hand. Dorothy once again forcefully suppressed Miss Demon King, who was attempting to resist, and she was also defeated.

Where did this look like a Demon King who used her brain? If she hadn't truly seen the Three Kings, she would have thought she was fighting a Dragon King larva. Why was she so stubborn?

The evil seed Ati was so sensible back then; she had decisively surrendered as soon as she saw she couldn't win.

Moreover, this 16-fold liberation was already the limit; even Hel Mosi's body couldn't handle anything higher, like 32-fold liberation.

If Ati could still resist after this, Dorothy really wouldn't be able to hold her down.

Fortunately, this time she waited for a while but didn't wait for a new round of resistance.

However, this time the defense was finally broken; the Demon King girl's forehead was scraped, and bright red blood was flowing down.

Moreover, Ati's cheeks also became flushed, and an expression of pleasure couldn't help but appear on her face.

Well, being beaten wildly while pressed to the ground and still feeling good—if it were anyone else, they might think the Demon King girl was a pervert. Fortunately, Dorothy knew her stuff; she knew this was the succubus talent of twisting pain into pleasure at work.

Therefore, this uncontrollable expression of pleasure was actually equivalent to a normal person grimacing in pain.

"Finally convinced, right? Can you listen to me for a second now?"

Dorothy finally breathed a sigh of relief. She looked at the messy street and then at the houses on both sides that were teetering, some of which had even truly collapsed, and felt a bit guilty.

Damn it, this had blown up; it had turned into a demolition site. Wouldn't she have to pay until she didn't even have her underwear left?

Fortunately, there seemed to be no other casualties; if only the buildings were damaged, it wouldn't be a big problem. After all, she was not only a professional at demolition, but also a professional at building houses.

Besides, she happened to have a spell she could use to handle this kind of situation.

However, Ati beneath her didn't make a sound.

Dorothy looked down in confusion at this somewhat abnormal Demon King girl, only to see two black tear tracks extending down her dusty face, which was pressed against the ground.

Dorothy: "????"

Damn, I accidentally beat Lord Demon King until she cried. What do I do now?

The Home Witch couldn't care about repairing houses or compensation anymore. She released her hand suppressing Ati in a flustered manner, but even though she had let go, the Demon King girl still lay on the ground like a dead dog, sobbing incessantly.

"No, what are you crying for? How old are you, why are you crying?"

Dorothy withdrew the Dragon Demon Super Release. Looking at Ati, whose eyes had lost their light as if she had truly become autistic, she really didn't know what to do.

Who could have imagined that the invincible Lord Demon King would actually cry? Even if the Home Witch were beaten to death, she wouldn't have imagined things would turn out like this before.

"Cough, cough... My lord, we should go; the cops are coming."

Just when Dorothy didn't know what to do, barking sounds came.

This was Fenrir returning.

The dog-witch Miss had slipped away at the very beginning of their fight. After all, she was just a weak, pitiful, and helpless ordinary dog right now; if she wasn't afraid, she would easily be caught in the crossfire and turned into dog meat paste.

She had actually wanted to slip away directly, but thinking that her transformation spell hadn't been lifted, she had no choice but to bite the bullet and return.

Moreover, her only remaining super-strong sense of smell had already picked up a familiar scent of blood rapidly approaching.

This was the scent of a vampire witch; clearly, the battle here had alerted the Night City's city defense guards.

"Coming, coming."

Dorothy was also helpless when she heard this.

She had no other choice; she directly picked up the autistic Demon King girl and prepared to run.

However, after taking two steps, she suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong? Hurry up, or it'll be too late."

Fenrir barked anxiously.

"Wait for me two seconds."

Dorothy had no choice but to answer this way, then powerful mana gathered, and she began high-speed divine speech in her mouth, rapidly chanting a certain spell.

And the dog-witch Miss, seeing this, was truly a bit scared to the point of peeing.

After all, the length of this spell, this terrifying mana fluctuation.

She's crazy, is this woman really a lunatic? You actually want to cast a forbidden spell in the city center?

She was so scared that she turned and ran.

She really couldn't not run; even if she, Fenrir, had to be a dog for the rest of her life, die of old age, or be slaughtered by someone to be made into a dog meat hotpot, she would absolutely never go near this lunatic again.

Hanging out with her, one would truly die without a burial place sooner or later.

In fact, it wasn't just her, a dog, running; the surrounding passerby witches who had been watching the excitement now only hated that they didn't have wings.

Damn, this excitement shouldn't have been watched; if a forbidden spell comes down, everyone will be reporting to the Netherworld.

And not far away, a red stream of light was also rapidly approaching.

"Bastard, you dare..."

The guard witch who finally arrived clearly also sensed the mana fluctuation of this forbidden spell level, and she roared like this.

However, even though the guard witch had accelerated a second time, Dorothy had already finished chanting the final spell.

"Rewind, time."

"Forbidden Spell—Witch's Great Restoration."

A phantom of a huge clock rose behind her, and then the hands on the dial began to reverse, and what changed along with it were the ruins around them.

Cracks were shrinking, pits were rising, houses were growing...

And amidst this scene, which was like a miracle, Dorothy politely took off the witch hat on her head and bowed to the guard witch who had almost arrived.

It was just like a magician's exit and curtain call.

Subsequently, she, Miss Demon King on the ground, and Fenrir, who was running wildly not far away—the two people and one dog disappeared from the spot just like that.

Home Witch on the run.