Chapter 34: Blood Witchcraft: Blossom!

I give you one day to consider; I think you should understand that having a country as your backing, whether in safety or in researching magic and witchcraft, the assistance it can provide you will far exceed what you alone can offer.

Fulade finished speaking, then no longer paid attention to this obviously wavering witch, rose and walked out.

As he stepped out the door, Fulade added another sentence: "Think of your two children; their physiques are quite special—don't bury their talents because of your own selfish desires."

Upon hearing this, Alide'anna's troubled expression grew even more intense.

"Sir, are you really so certain she will join us?"

"After all, she has been living in seclusion here for many years."

Famic saw Fulade's confident look and asked doubtfully.

Fulade, with a deep gaze, glanced at the curious Famic.

Corner of his mouth curling, he said: "Do you believe a witch who set up a laboratory beneath her own room could truly be a person free of desire and ambition?"

"What?"

Hearing this, Famic's expression startled.

"You surely don't really think she is willingly living in seclusion, do you?"

Fulade gave Famic a half-smiling sideways glance and said.

Famic is not a foolish woman; upon Fulade's subtle hint, she seemed to understand something.

As Fulade walked along the forest path, he suddenly stopped; just as Famic showed a puzzled look, Fulade moved and suddenly headed deep into the woods.

At that moment, deep in the forest, inside a small house filled with a mysterious aura.

"Ah~! Don't hit me."

"I'll do it, I'll do it." A young girl's sobbing cry suddenly rang out.

Seen was a little girl with brown long hair tied into a small ponytail, her fair little face dirty, her big black eyes filled with fear and terror at that moment.

The girl, about six or seven years old, endured the pain from her body, raised her hands shackled with thick irons, and vigorously pried the lever to blow air onto the flames inside the firebox.

Behind the girl was an old witch with a withered, ferocious face, sparse white hair, yellowish disgusting teeth, who from time to time let out a grim laugh.

Obviously, this evil witch enjoyed the atmosphere of the scene before her.

Moreover, at the innermost part of the hut there was an iron cage, currently imprisoning a little boy.

The boy had brown short hair, about the same age as the girl, curled up in the cage, staring at that sinister old hag.

With the old witch's successive bouts of vicious whipping, the girl's cries came; the boy finally mustered courage, climbed onto the iron rail, and began to curse.

These two children are none other than Alide'anna's son and daughter, Hansel and Gretel.

They are also the famed witch hunters who grew up in the movie "Witch Hunter."

But for some unknown reason, the siblings who originally played in the forest have now been captured by the evil witch.

Hearing the boy's cursing, the evil old witch looked with considerable displeasure at Hansel, who was cursing her from inside the cage.

"Heh heh heh, little brat, it seems you care a lot about her."

As his words fell, he waved his hand and whipped the little girl; instantly Gretel let out a painful moan and shout.

"Ah~! Brother, it hurts so much!"

Only see the old witch emit a grim laugh, then say perversely to Hansel locked in the cage:

"If you dare utter a single curse, I will strike your sister ten times. Heh heh heh!"

"Just now, how many curses did you utter?"

As she spoke, the old witch began to pretend to count.

This behavior immediately frightened the little boy, who hurriedly stopped cursing and kept apologizing and pleading with the old witch, hoping she would not strike his sister.

"Heh heh heh~! Little brat, since you've done wrong, you must bear the consequences—haven't the adults at home taught you that?"

The old witch burst into a frenzied laugh, brandishing her leather whip and lashing out; for a moment the girl's anguished screams echoed continuously inside the house.

As the brother, Hansel could only clasp his mouth tightly, terrifiedly watching everything before him, daring not to utter any further curses.

"Granny, don't hit, don't hit."

The girl curled her body tightly, continuously shouting, the whip marks on her body appearing one after another.

Faced with the girl's incessant pleas for mercy and crying, the old witch merely gave a sinister grin.

Just as the old witch was about to strike again, a strong, slender hand seized the arm she was about to swing the leather whip with.

The old witch exclaimed with a shocked face: "Who are you!"

Seeing this suddenly appearing mysterious man, the old witch felt only fear in her heart, for she had no idea when this man had appeared.

Fulade looked at the hideous witch before him and couldn't help but frown.

He covertly exerted force in his hand, and instantly a crisp cracking sound rang out.

"Ah~ ah~!" The hideous old witch continually emitted miserable cries.

"I see you like it quite a bit, so why don't you try it too." Fulade said in a slightly gloomy tone.

Looking at Gretel trembling behind him, her body covered in whip marks, Fulade's gaze toward the old witch involuntarily became extraordinarily deep.

Then, under the old witch's fearful gaze, the arm Fulade had grasped began to inch by inch crumble and break apart.

For a time the miserable cries never ceased, but this time they were coming from the old witch.

Seeing the old witch still attempting resistance before him, Fulade directly ignored her attacks.

Streaks of black energy elements continuously shot from the magic short staff in the old witch's other arm, aiming to repel this mysterious man.

But what frightened her was that, no matter how many witchcraft strikes she unleashed, they could inflict no harm on the man before her.

She could only watch helplessly as her entire right arm, in the man's grasp, was bit by bit crushed into fragments.

Amid the miserable cries, knowing this arm was about to be lost, the old witch's eyes flashed with ferocity, and she directly unleashed a witchcraft strike upon her own arm.

A warrior's severing of the wrist, intending to break free from the man's control.

Fulade merely gave a contemptuous smile, not hindering the old witch's action in the slightest.

A searing heat beam instantly pierced the arm; the old witch, ignoring the intense pain from her body, twisted and jerked hard, the arm instantly tore apart, and a spray of bright red blood burst out.

As she shot outward with swift motion, she shouted from her mouth: "Heh heh heh~ I'll remember you."

Her eyes filled with hatred, she stared deeply at the man who had caused her unprecedented pain, her voice brimming with a vicious tone.

At the same time, she summoned a flying broomstick etched with magical runes, shot up into the sky, and quickly fled the place.

Looking at the old witch with a vicious, smug expression, Fulade merely gave a contemptuous smile.

"I said, you're not getting away!"

Just as the old witch's vicious expression had not faded and she wore a puzzled look, a hint of fear suddenly blossomed in her eyes.

The old witch suddenly shouted in terror: "No~!!"

"Blood Witchcraft: Blossom!" came a voice full of magnetic charm.

Only to see, in the sky, the Witch's body, as she was swiftly fleeing this place, suddenly surged with a flickering blood-red light.

In the Witch's fear-filled gaze, her body shook violently, and the blood inside her instantly surged.

Turning into countless blood-colored thorns brimming with an eerie aura that instantly pierced through her body, but in the blink of an eye, countless beautiful yet dangerous blood-colored death flowers rapidly blossomed.

Under the horrified gaze of the just-arrived Famic, the Witch was instantly drained of her blood, becoming a desiccated corpse devoid of any sign of life.

And upon her body now grew blood-colored yet beautiful death flowers.

As the body fell from the air, the death corpse covered in blood-colored blossoms instantly turned into fine dust, gradually vanishing into the air.

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