Chapter 457: Lucia's Resurrection

Dim, in short, it was very dim.

Between heaven and earth, it was like a gray color situated between black and white.

Whether rubbing her eyes hard or closing them and opening them again, that incomparably depressing dim tone always made people feel irritable.

What's wrong with me?

Lucia asked herself in her heart.

It seems like I was ambushed and stabbed by those guys from the Snowman Race, then lost consciousness, and after that... I can't remember.

True.

Being ambushed and stabbed, it's only normal not to remember.

In other words, I'm already dead now? Then where is this place?

Hmm... these places all seem to be places that take in souls.

I remember that some of the monsters summoned by those people who play with summoning are creatures from hell.

So it seems my soul arrived in hell after I died.

Tsk tsk, I didn't expect that I could face death so calmly, it's quite interesting.

Or is it that after becoming a soul, one no longer has emotions?

Whatever, let's take a good look around this world I never imagined I'd reach first.

If those guys who play with summoning knew, they would definitely envy me.

Thinking like this, Lucia began her small adventure in this hazy hell.

However, this kind of thing didn't last long. After a few hours, she felt herself being violently pulled up by something, and then floated to a place she couldn't see.

To tell the truth.

Compared to when she was in hell, where everywhere felt fresh and new, this current state was what made her feel fear.

Unable to hear, unable to see, unable to speak, unable to touch, as if she was thinking without any meaning.

This kind of time-wasting thing made her, someone whose body and mind had already become a witch, feel abnormally terrified.

Fortunately, this kind of thing probably ended before lasting very long.

As for why she said 'probably', that was because in that state where she couldn't do anything, she had even lost the concept of time.

She fundamentally didn't know how much time had passed.

"Did it succeed?"

"Don't know."

"Hey, Lucia, are you dead?"

When Lucia could once again feel the air drawn into her nose and her own body, the first thing she heard was a few familiar voices.

"I died, and even had a one-day tour of hell."

So she replied, then weakly opened her eyes and looked at the guys around her.

One by one, they were all guys she was incredibly familiar with.

As for the [Toy Witch] Katie... never mind, it feels a bit delicate right now, it won't be too late to get to know her later.

"Oh oh oh!"

Hearing Lucia's complaint, everyone in the room couldn't help cheering.

"Stop howling, I feel extremely weak right now."

Although she felt sorry, Lucia still couldn't help but call a stop to their way of celebrating.

Mainly because them yelling like this would only make her ears give out first.

"Right? Feeling weak is correct, after all, your blood was drained completely by someone."

Facing Lucia's complaint, no one cared, and Erica even spoke mockingly.

Hmm? Blood drained completely?

Good heavens, what kind of inhuman metaphor is this?

Seeing that Lucia didn't quite understand the meaning of her words, Erica recounted everything Lucia had experienced and what was currently happening.

"Tsk tsk, the Snowman Race? You have to leave them for me. If I don't slaughter them to extinction, I'll write my name, Lucia, backward and call myself Yacilu."

After learning what she had encountered, Lucia first focused her attention on the Snowman Race who had betrayed her trust and backstabbed her.

After all, she had believed in them so much, and even to not let them suffer a loss, she used the potions she refined to exchange for the wild game they hunted every time.

It's true that good people get bullied by others.

Thinking about it now, she was also an idiot.

If she had just blocked the road back then and let them die, wouldn't there be less of this mess?

Hmm... that probably wouldn't work either.

After all, the other party's actions were premeditated for a long time.

Whether she was there or not, this war was unavoidable.

At most, it would just be another witch acting as the 'sacrifice'.

"Rest well, there are still many witches who need to be saved."

After speaking, Nightingale turned around handsomely, and with her white lab coat fluttering, she walked out of the room in two or three steps.

"How heartless..."

Regarding Nightingale's actions, Lucia complained.

However, she couldn't say she didn't understand.

After all, once an experimental subject has completed her mission, for the person conducting the experiment, it is a thing of no value.

Right now, Nightingale was in this kind of situation, which was why Lucia, this 'thing of no value', complained like this.

"But you really should rest well. There's a shortage of manpower outside right now, so we won't bother you. Sleep first, I'll bring you some food later."

Saying so, Erica exited the room along with the other witches.

Leaving only Lucia looking alone at the unfamiliar ceiling.

Silence was like a beast, opening its bloody maw and continuously nibbling away at Lucia's newly recovered spirit.

This made it a bit unbearable for her.

However, this didn't last long.

As witches turned into stuffed toys were carried in one by one from outside the door, Lucia's leisurely time looking at the ceiling came to an end.

Sigh...

An experimental subject can't even get a single room to herself, how pitiful...

The self-deprecating Lucia looked at the stuffed toys beside her one by one.

Beside these stuffed toys was a transparent glass bottle filled with red liquid.

Needless to say, these were people who had carelessly been ambushed like herself.

As for how to distinguish whose blood was whose, it was actually very simple, not a big deal.

It was nothing more than relying on mana to differentiate.

After all, everyone's mana was somewhat different. They only needed to find the similarities among the differences to successfully match it with the body.

Although she didn't know exactly what everyone was busy with outside right now, from Erica's words earlier, she could tell that everyone was currently fighting.

And she, as one of the 88 Guardian Witches, was lying in bed.

To tell the truth, she felt a bit ashamed.

Even if Lucia wasn't the kind of person who liked to compare herself with others, at this time, she still couldn't help but feel ashamed.

However, the current battle, it was said, had transitioned into a stalemate phase across the entire Forsaken Territory.

Everyone hid inside their sanctuaries to snipe at the invading enemies, and it was said the results were not bad.

It was precisely because of this sniping war of defending from behind city walls that the stalemate became a possibility.

Of course.

Apart from the people defending, there were also those who took the initiative to attack.

Every single one of these people was a killing machine capable of taking on ten thousand.

For example, the [Flame Witch] Pandora, standing on a Fire Elemental Spirit and burning and killing everywhere.

For example, the [White-Haired Witch] Nangong Lengyue, who focused on teleportation.