Chapter 968: Planting Teeth to Bear a Child

Dorothy covered her eyes.

Because the scene on the arena below was too bloody and cruel—she, a peaceful person, couldn’t bear to watch.

But as a judge, she felt it was her duty to carefully observe both competitors’ duel, so she could be responsible for the match outcome; thus, she sneakily peeked through her fingers.

Huh~~~ (third tone)

At this sight, she immediately shut her eyes again and shook her head repeatedly.

Alright, this match was no longer in doubt—after all, the Eye Demon lady who seemed so skilled at provoking others’ rage now had no eyes left.

Yes, literally, her eyeballs were scattered all over the ground.

Then, two eyeballs were cruelly crushed under a dragon’s claw, emitting a squelching sound; the final hypnotic eye was pierced through by a sharp claw, like a fork skewering a grape.

The claw slowly lifted the grape to its mouth, and as its sharp teeth opened and closed, a chilling chewing sound echoed.

After tasting the blood, the dragon-claw’s owner—a face once delicate and cute but now entirely covered in dragon scales—broke into a cruel, delighted smile.

Inanna had now gone berserk, transformed into a beast.

At this moment, the Berserk Lady’s reason had faded, leaving only the dragon’s primal instinct to control her body; her chilling dragon pupils burned with unquenchable rage, and the last lingering thought in her mind was to torment her opponent with the cruelest means possible, to make her understand just how severe the consequences of provoking her truly were.

Opposite her, Matildin was now both shocked and furious.

She was shocked because she had no idea how Inanna had broken free from her hypnosis and mental suppression, and furious because the opponent now regarded her as prey—with such disdain and arrogance.

Though admittedly, her current situation was not good.

Just now, she had thought victory assured, so she had gotten too close to Inanna.

And what happens when a mind-school mage gets too close to a combat-school warrior? No need to elaborate—those three bloody holes on her face were the lesson.

Carelessness cost her the eye.

Fortunately, for an Eye Demon, she might lack everything else, but she never lacked eyes.

Matildin reached into her pocket and pulled out three eyes, pressing them into the empty sockets on her face.

Soon, the pupils of these once-empty eyes began to contract, spinning wildly in different directions before gradually aligning, regaining their luster.

The Eye Demon’s eye technique: plug-and-play; everyone who’s used it says it’s great.

Matildin regained her vision.

But this didn’t seem like a good thing.

Because the moment she opened her eyes, she saw a massive, gaping dragon mouth right before her.

It was Inanna.

Still, the Eye Demon lady wasn’t particularly alarmed—after all, this was exactly what she had anticipated.

Though temporarily blind, as a mind-school witch, her perception never relied solely on eyes; her spiritual force could sense everything around her, and in pure observational terms, spiritual force was far more useful than sight.

So Matildin had long known her opponent was right there.

The next instant, her newly installed left eye glowed.

Binding Eye.

Liuli , crystal, radiant diamond, gold, jade—these are the five ranks of demonic eyes.

The Binding Eye is a Radiant Diamond-tier demonic eye.

Though it sounds like a low rank, in reality, it’s already extremely powerful—because Gold-tier demonic eyes are exceedingly rare, and Jade-tier ones exist almost purely in legend.

Even the most basic Liuli -tier demonic eye’s power vastly surpasses ordinary spells of its kind, let alone a Radiant Diamond-tier one.

Thus, the Binding Eye’s restraining force instantly froze her opponent mid-air, just barely missing a direct head-bite.

Yes, the opponent was suspended motionless in the air, like a fly trapped in amber.

The Eye Demon witch had intended to counterattack immediately—but suddenly frowned, swiftly retreating to create distance.

Inanna’s magic resistance was too high; even the Binding Eye could only hold her for less than two seconds.

This was even without her attacking—once she launched an assault, the berserk beast would break free almost instantly.

And given the combat-school’s reputation for thick hides and high HP, Matildin didn’t believe she could land a one-hit kill; better to retreat and reset the battle.

Her move was undoubtedly correct.

The moment she dodged backward, the binding shattered; the freed beast, following its momentum, bit down hard on empty air—the sound of teeth clashing was audible even from afar, revealing just how vicious that bite had been.

At the same time, Matildin’s right eye glowed—a demonic eye with a pink heart-shaped pupil.

Lust Eye.

Also Radiant Diamond-tier, its effect was as simple and direct as its name: one glare could make the target instantly go mad with desire.

Matildin didn’t know what berserk technique Inanna was using, but from its manifestation, it seemed fueled by rage; thus, to break the technique, she should aim to quell the opponent’s fury.

And lust could extinguish rage.

The theory was sound—but in practice,

Matildin’s right eye caught fire.

Though the Lust Eye was already hot, now it was literally, physically burning.

Invisible flames erupted from her right eye, spreading outward—visually impressive from afar, but unfortunately, this wasn’t Matildin’s own special effect.

So the Eye Demon witch screamed in agony.

Her spiritual force had merely flowed through the Lust Eye’s effect, but before it even reached Inanna’s consciousness, it was ignited by that terrifying sea of fire.

The flames consuming her right eye were the backlash.

She should have immediately gouged out the eye and discarded it—cut it off decisively to prevent worse backlash.

But the moment the flames burned her, the first thought that surged through Matildin’s mind wasn’t to heal herself—it was, “I’m so angry, I want to blow her up.”

This rage came too violently—instantly, all three of her eyes burst into flames, and she truly charged forward, headfirst.

Then

Then there was no “then.”

A fragile mind-school witch trying to brawl head-on with a savage combat-school beast? What kind of witch joke is this?

Bang. Bang. Bang.

The Beast Lady’s three punches shattered the Eye Demon’s dreams of close combat.

After that, the scene of her enjoying the victory was too violent—the little witch couldn’t watch; black screen skipped.

“Hmm, the effect of this Rage Fire is stronger than I imagined.”

Onstage, Dorothy nodded in satisfaction.

She hadn’t expected Inanna to win so decisively—Matildin had been so easily overwhelmed by her own rage. After all, she was a pinnacle mind-school mage, surely equipped with multiple spiritual defenses, yet she still fell for it.

Though this was mainly due to the element of surprise—if they fought again and Matildin was prepared, it wouldn’t work so well—but even so, this proved the effectiveness of the “Rage-Slaying Incantation.” It was worth the effort Dorothy had put into infusing it with her understanding of the Original Sin of Wrath.

“So that’s all there is to developing combat incantations?”

The homebound witch thought, lonely as snow.

Of course, inside, she was already dancing with the dragon witch, utterly delighted.

At that moment, she heard the other judges analyzing the match rationally.

“What incantation did Miss Inanna just use?”

“I don’t know—I’ve never seen such a brutal one. She was completely dominated by beastly instincts. Kind of terrifying.”

“But the incantation suits little Inanna perfectly. She’s always been weak in spiritual defense, relying on pills before—but in high-level battles, there’s no time for pills. Now it seems she’s solved this weakness.”

“Hmm, I wonder which incantation master customized this for her? It matches her Huangnuzhanlong template perfectly. After this, let’s get the master’s contact info.”

“Yes, yes, count me in.”

“Alright, stop being greedy—let’s judge first.”

“What’s there to judge? Obviously Inanna won.”

Soon, all other judges gave their verdicts—only Dorothy remained silent.

So everyone turned their gazes to the stuffed dragon puppet in front of the homebound witch.

“Witch Lady, is there something wrong with this match?”

Someone asked cautiously.

In response, the stuffed dragon smiled shyly.

Yes, the homebound witch had added an expression function to this puppet when she was bored.

“I withdraw from judging—I’m Inanna’s incantation coach; I must avoid bias.”

She replied.

Upon hearing this, the judges froze, then suddenly understood—and their gazes burned with intensity.

Well, they’d just been wondering which master had crafted such a powerful incantation—and now they realized the master was right beside them.

Then, Dorothy felt her spellbook tremble violently—Miss Forest Witch received a flood of friend requests, all from the judges beside her.

In the past, she would have rejected every single one—but now, after thinking it over, she accepted them all.

Hmm, now she had some self-defense capability; no need to be as cautious as before. Besides, more friends mean more paths.

Of course, it wasn’t because the judges beside her were all top-tier duel stars, each powerful and stunningly beautiful—she was just… hungry for their company.

Hmm hmm, absolutely not—she had no intention of building a friend circle full of beautiful older sisters just to look at them.

She was mainly for learning—after all, these top duelists’ combat experience was a vast treasure. Later, when helping them customize incantations, she could ask them to demonstrate their fighting styles and techniques—perfectly reasonable.

What’s “stealing”? This is high-end customization—thoroughly understanding the client’s traits. Don’t misunderstand.

But

Lord Lancelot, why are you joining in?

Dorothy glanced at the Moon Rabbit Knight beside her and rolled her eyes.

At her current level, she could only design incantations for pinnacle witches—mainly 10th to 11th tier; 12th tier was still too taxing, beyond her reach for now.

So, wise-level big shots, please don’t come here to scam me—I’d have already offered it to my mom the moment I had that ability.

However, the Moon Rabbit Knight didn’t care about the Zhaimonv ’s side-eye; she merely glanced at the notification confirming her passage and nodded in satisfaction.

Hmm, when I get back, I’ll bring it up at the round table and make the other heads green with envy.

“Hmm, the next matches should get interesting—pay close attention.”

Lancelot warned her thus.

“Uh…”

Upon hearing this, Dorothy froze and looked down at the match chart.

Nibelungen vs. Adela.

Nibelungen

The Zhaimonv immediately perked up.

She had known this mysterious Final Weapon lady for a long time; they had even worked together for a while during the construction of the Golden Princess. But during the shipbuilding, Nibelungen had remained low-key—neither drawing attention nor fading into obscurity.

She seemed particularly skilled in the step of spirit-summoning warships—all the modules she assembled achieved first-attempt summoning, with almost no failures.

But beyond that, there was nothing notable.

Back then, Dorothy had been buried in work and hadn’t paid attention to Nibelungen’s situation, but occasionally she’d seen her alone, as if she had no friends—even the members of the Deathwing Legion kept their distance from this Vessel.

Previously, during the nearly-brawl at the Quanyuan tournament, the Nine-Headed Dragon Witch Belagala had called Nibelungen a formidable rival; now, even Lancelot, a top-tier figure, was paying special attention. So this Vessel’s strength must truly be immense.

Dorothy became interested.

But after casually flipping through the files, she frowned again.

It wasn’t that Nibelungen’s file had anything wrong—after all, aside from “Deathwing Legion,” her file was completely blank.

What truly startled the Zhaimonv was the file of her opponent: Miss Adela.

Nothing else needed to be said—the four characters “Previous Champion” alone carried immense weight.

Moreover, this Miss Adela’s surname was Ye Meng.

Holy crap, family?

Dorothy first looked down at the dragon-serpent necklace around her neck.

“Hey, sis, recognize her?”

She asked curiously of Ye Meng.

In response, the Dragon-Serpent Lady didn’t even bother opening her eyes.

“Don’t know her.”

She answered lazily.

This left the Zhaimonv speechless. Fine, you can’t expect an ancestor to recognize every descendant.

Though she really wanted to complain—how could this lazy ancestor still have descendants? She probably found even childbirth too much trouble.

“Uh, isn’t having kids just about burying your shed dragon teeth and scales in the soil, pouring a bit of dragon blood over them, and after a while, little kids just grow out? When Mother told people to have kids for fun, she taught me exactly that—it seemed pretty simple.”

Ye Meng asked, puzzled.

Dorothy: “…”

Damn, I think I just learned something terrifying—so Ye Meng’s family really comes from the ground like this?

Even after so many years in the witch world, the Zhaimonv was still constantly stunned by the wonders of magic.

Holy crap, so kids really do grow out of the earth.

Forget it—top-tier moves like this are beyond me. Can’t learn it.

The Zhaimonv was utterly stunned.

How’s everyone’s Huxianfeng ’s appetite? I fed him for over three hours before he finally burst.