Chapter 443: Adele's Music Magic

Smith's idea was very simple: no matter what, trick her into coming down first.

As long as he tricked her down and there was no height difference, then with his speed, abilities, and talent, it wouldn't be a problem no matter how he attacked.

After all, he had already become an Evolver now.

"Then I'm going to come down, you can't go back on your word."

Adele smiled and said, looking very cautious.

"Of course."

Smith raised an eyebrow. This guy was actually coming down. Sure enough, a fool is a fool. It seems these witches are nothing special after all.

"Then I'm coming down. Just don't chase me away when the time comes."

As if coaxing a child, Adele confirmed again while slowly flying downwards.

Just like that!

Take it slow. I'll let you see what hell is in a moment, you damn witch.

Smith watched Adele slowly descending from the sky and shouted in his heart.

Closer! Even closer!

The continuously descending and approaching Adele tugged at Smith's heartstrings. When she was about to reach the ten-meter range, he almost couldn't help but want to make a move.

However, right at this moment, an unexpected change occurred.

Bang!

"Ah~~~"

A muffled sound echoed by the lake, followed by a chorus of wailing and screaming.

Smith froze for a moment and turned to look, only to find that someone among the group of pursuers from earlier had exploded and died.

You read that right, literally exploded and died.

Moreover, the shockwave from the explosion, along with the flying bone fragments, equipment pieces, and so on, caused indirect damage to the surroundings.

In an instant, many of the pursuing transmigrators became crippled.

But that wasn't all.

Because Adele was still slowly descending.

For every meter she descended, one person would explode and die, thereby causing indirect damage once again.

For a time, the transmigrators who had originally gathered together waiting to watch a good show all scattered.

But even so, it still couldn't stop the explosions from occurring.

"Run!"

Unknown who shouted this, but the already dispersed pursuers fled in all directions even more frantically.

No one would think they had encountered a ghost.

Although they didn't know the specific situation, everyone was clear that this must be the doing of that witch.

So they immediately took to their heels and ran.

No matter what, since it was magic cast by a witch, there must definitely be a range.

Whether it was twenty meters, fifty meters, or a hundred meters, it didn't matter.

In short, run first. The further they ran, the better, and they would definitely be able to escape the opponent's firing range.

By then, they would be safe.

The pursuers' idea was good, but it was still that same sentence.

Even so, it still couldn't stop the explosions from occurring.

Even when these people thought they had run far enough, completely exceeding normal output ranges, they would still self-destruct.

This made many people suddenly realize the severity of the problem.

Relying on the continuous self-destructions, the remaining surviving pursuers generally figured out some rules of the opponent's magic.

It had nothing to do with range; rather, they had been marked with something from the very beginning.

Some kind of marking magic that would explode randomly, and would also explode if they went beyond a certain range.

Just from this point alone, one could see how twisted the caster had to be to do something like torturing people to death on a psychological level.

That's right.

In the eyes of these pursuers, Adele had already become a pervert.

After all, killing a person is just a nod of the head. To some extent, the use of magic represents a person's personality traits.

"Why has everyone stopped running? Do you not like exercise?"

Seeing that the people who had scattered in all directions all coincidentally stopped in their tracks, and some were even quietly backing up to return to the area they had just tried to flee from, Adele, still descending, unleashed her sharp tongue.

Of course, she didn't expect these people to answer her.

So after saying this, she landed right in front of Smith.

"So, how did the witch offend you? Mr. Werewolf."

Sweating profusely.

Originally, Smith had planned to kill her once she entered his attack range.

But now... he didn't dare to move, he really didn't dare to move.

Random?

What random!

It might be a random explosion on others, but it might be a hundred percent on him.

After all, she was locked onto him, and she was talking to him.

He could guarantee that as long as he moved even a little, he might just ascend to heaven right on the spot.

Damn it, is this the true strength of witches?! Then what did that Snow White and Cinderella amount to?

At this moment, Smith didn't even care about the title 'Mr. Werewolf' that he had previously refuted.

As everyone knows, in anti-personnel combat on Karim, you first need to figure out what the opponent's talent is, and then their magic.

After all, talent represents everything about a person, while magic represents their personality.

So right now, he just wanted to quickly find out what this witch's talent was and what magic she was using.

"Sound."

Looking at the music note pinned to Adele's hat and the small harp in her hands, he immediately thought of how this guy had said she would sing him a song earlier and had plucked the strings.

Snap!

At the exact moment Smith said these two words, Adele suddenly appeared right in front of him.

There was only about twenty centimeters between her face and his. Under the moonlight, Smith could even see every single eyelash on Adele's bright eyes.

"Congratulations! You answered correctly! But to be precise, it should be Music Magic. I named it myself, how is it, not bad right?"

"..."

Smith, who was startled, thought the other party was going to say something.

Now, 'sweating profusely' could no longer describe Smith's panic, because he hadn't even noticed how Adele had just moved.

Let alone keeping up with the other party's speed.

Damn it, speed was clearly his specialty, yet he didn't expect that he actually couldn't keep up with a witch's speed now.

"Alright, alright. Quickly tell me why you're relentlessly pursuing a witch. I'm in a hurry."

Adele, who had just seemed to be joking and chatting happily, suddenly changed her tone and said to Smith in a very serious manner.

"You know, a witch's time is much more precious than you bugs. You've already wasted nearly a minute of my time, you damn bug."

—A witch's time is precious.

It's unknown who first started spreading this phrase.

In short, it gained the approval of many people on the continent, and thus became a widely circulated Karim proverb.

So wasting a witch's time basically meant offending a witch.

And offending a witch was often an extremely terrifying thing, such as being blacklisted from buying potions.

Therefore, Smith immediately wanted to answer, but because he was too nervous, he stuttered when he spoke.

"This... I..."

"Speak."

An impatient Adele glared, and Smith felt the pores all over his body trembling.

"...It's like this..."