Chapter 1112

At that moment, Jenna had retreat, had fear, had fright, had anger, had resentment, and had many words she wanted to say, as if to convince herself, but after thousands of words surged to her lips, only one sentence remained:

"But, I am willing."

All those emotions finally condensed into a smile.

Amon didn't know why and didn't know who he was shaking his head at, lowered his head and looked at the white paper:

"Cheria Bell, who chose to become an 'Ageless Witch,' will receive Amon's help, and Amon stole a '1' level sealed item corresponding to the 'Ageless Witch' while the Witch Sect high-level members were all dispatched, so he was a little late.

"As for the corresponding auxiliary materials, the 'Visionary' had already fantasized them out."

While speaking, the white paper drifted down, and a bottle of potion that had been prepared at some point appeared in Amon's hand.

That potion also stained the container gray-white, clearly reflecting the surrounding mirror world.

It flew toward Jenna and fell into Jenna's palm.

Seeing this bottle of potion, many scenes flashed in Jenna's mind. There was falling asleep under her mother's humming when she was young, the excitement of first entering the Old Pigeon Cage Theater to learn acting, the bitterness of struggling with her mother and brother, the amazement of first seeing Franca and the gratitude for receiving help, every single thing experienced after meeting Lu Mian, and the huge impact and disillusionment of seeing her mother jump from the sixth floor and fall to her death in front of her...

These countless fragments settled rapidly, finally freezing into two scenes:

One scene was after she finished singing a song at the Mill Dance Hall, facing the whistling and shouting, she walked to Lu Mian like a proud princess and issued an invitation with a smile:

"Handsome lion, come and dance!"

Another scene was when she inserted the long-handled silver fork into Yu Ge Artois's eye socket and penetrated his brain, the surprise, blankness, and fear frozen on the congressman's face, and the light that lit up around because of this.

Jenna raised the bottle of potion, in the way of holding a long-handled silver fork.

This time, the "long-handled silver fork" would be aimed at her own face.

Jenna suddenly thought of something and turned her head to look at Anthony and Ludwig.

The latter seemed to want to stop her, but was pulled by the former.

Jenna opened her mouth, wanting to leave a word or two for Franca through them.

But she really couldn't think of what to say. Whether it was a sincere expression or a well-intentioned lie, it would only turn into regrets that could never be made up, wounds that could never heal.

She smiled self-deprecatingly, exhaled, and said:

"Tell Franca, live well, carry this part of mine.

"My spirit will always be with her."

"Okay." Anthony responded in a peaceful voice.

Blue veins suddenly stood out on the palm he used to hold Ludwig's shoulder.

Jenna thought for a while and said:

"If doomsday can pass, I hope you enjoy life well.

"Ludwig, humans are always full of pain, but I still like being a human."

Jenna withdrew her gaze and stabbed the bottle of potion toward herself. Her hand was very steady, not shaking, just like when she killed Yu Ge Artois with a long-handled silver fork, only the speed of the attack was not that fast.

The smell of soil and stone mixed together echoed in her mouth.

Her senses paralyzed one after another, and her body petrified rapidly.

She felt her spirit floating in mid-air, seeing herself in the mirror.

She saw herself in the mirror with a peaceful face, smiling, as if waiting to welcome herself.

Although no ritual was held and no reconciliation was reached beforehand, Jenna suddenly realized that she in the mirror was also willing to sacrifice herself to save Lu Mian.

"She is indeed more extreme than me...

"She should have made the decision earlier than me..."

Jenna smiled again and whispered to herself twice.

Suddenly, she was no longer uneasy, no longer terrified, no longer afraid, because on this road to death, she was no longer walking alone.

She had a companion, a companion who encouraged and cheered each other on.

In the process of instinctively floating toward herself in the mirror, Jenna suddenly saw "herself's" face twist, sometimes normal, sometimes painful, just like turning into a stranger.

This kind of change seemed to be under some kind of restraint, or bound by layers of chains, and it must take great effort and overcome many difficulties to be possible to complete.

"Come quickly..." Jenna cheered for the enemy who wanted to kill herself for the first time.

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In a mirror-back area full of gray-white stones.

The "Witch of Black," Clarice, pretended to be unable to do anything, slowed down a step, and could only "watch helplessly" as Franca escaped into a phantom tunnel that was no longer petrified.

Phew... she exhaled quietly.

Just at this moment, her spirituality warned her, and she turned around abruptly, looking at the altar piled up with gray-white stones.

Franca appeared strangely near there, and a clear beam of light shot out from the eye protection of the mechanical half-face mask she was wearing, hitting the altar.

The one who escaped just now was Franca's self in the mirror!

And the "self in the mirror" that followed was a "Mirror Projection"!

The "Witch of Black's" gaze froze at once, but it was too late to stop it.

An invisible barrier suddenly appeared around the altar. This was the protection provided by the ritual itself.

But for some reason, this power protecting the altar was not strong enough and did not have the strength that a ritual related to sacrificing the "Primordial Witch" should have, as if mysterious power had blocked most of the god's gifts.

Under the clear light, the invisible barrier was instantly reduced to the most basic tiny things and no longer existed.

Immediately after, that clear beam of light hit the statue of the "Primordial Witch" made of white bone.

That statue shook and began to collapse.

Seeing this scene, the "Witch of Black" was like falling into a nightmare, standing still in place.

For the sake of insurance, Franca took out her own statue of the "Primordial Witch" and the "Gun of Inevitability" from the "Traveler's Bag."

She threw the statue toward the altar and then pulled the trigger twice.

Bang! Bang!

Two dim, greenish bullets shot out, hitting a statue of the "Primordial Witch" respectively.

"Inevitable Death"!

Both the one collapsing and the intact one began to rot, lose luster, and shatter completely.

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In the depths of the special mirror world.

The "Primordial Witch" Cheek smiled and watched the changes in Lu Mian's body:

His face was gradually correcting, correcting toward Alista Tudor, and on his body, the two intertwined Witch figures half-merged into him, and drove flesh and blood to gather toward his neck.

After the light erupted just now, the process was irreversible.

Suddenly, one of the Witch figures pulled away and tried to straighten her body.

Her expression was very lively, with both hatred and desire.

The "Primordial Witch" wearing a white bone dress instantly understood what had happened:

A pure female Witch was promoting to "Ageless Witch"!

At the most critical moment!

The "Primordial Witch" Cheek's beautiful face darkened.

She wanted to cast her gaze toward the pure female Witch who was promoting, and kill her first!

Although the barrier formed by the eruption of light isolated inside and outside, making the "Fool" unable to enter in a short time, and making the "Primordial Witch" unable to directly sense the situation outside and exert influence directly, she had already made preparations to prevent accidents in advance:

She had the most trusted high-level Witches set up altars and place statues in different places in the mirror world to hold rituals, and then used her own authority and symbols to establish solid occult connections!

At this time, those connections must have become fragile, and the rituals were no longer protected by strong power, but as the "original creator in the mirror," Cheek could still barely maintain the existence of them, and could use them to project part of her power to eliminate hidden dangers.

The "Primordial Witch" quickly cast her consciousness toward the statue closest to the target, but was astonished to find that the statue had been destroyed and the connection had been interrupted.

She had no change in expression, and immediately dispersed her consciousness to cast toward the remaining statues that were still in the rituals.

The next second, a picture appeared before her eyes:

That was not the pure female Witch who was promoting, but a black windbreaker.

The inside of that black windbreaker was empty, and a figure was outlined by the windbreaker itself.

"Grafting"!

The "Primordial Witch's" gaze on Jenna was "grafted" to herself by Mr. "Fool"!

With a boom, the Witch figure that was wrapping around Lu Mian struggled to break away, the black bone dress put on her body, and she disappeared in place, following the occult connection and projecting toward Jenna.

The fusion on Lu Mian's body lost its balance at once.

His chest, his neck, his shoulders, his torso, his limbs, along with the remaining Witch figure, collapsed inward simultaneously, just like turning into a pile of meat, a pile of meat that continued to compress and aggregate.

The two Alista Tudors and the Sequence 1 "Conqueror" extraordinary characteristic that had already fused in his head were also pulled downward by massive force, piercing through his skull, piercing through the flames and frost, piercing through the writhing flesh and blood.

The light barrier at the edge of the special mirror world disappeared suddenly.

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After floating over, Jenna finally saw the distortion and pain on her self in the mirror disappear completely.

"She" raised her face, revealed a weird smile toward Jenna in mid-air, and opened her arms.

Jenna did not resist, she closed her eyes and threw herself over, accepting this hug.

She felt warmth and peace of mind, which made her want to fall into a deep sleep.

She did not resist.

She felt like she had returned to her childhood, brewing sleepiness while listening to her mother's humming and her father's slight snoring.

At that time, although life wasn't particularly good, she had nothing to worry about; her father and mother would be responsible for solving it, and she only needed to be a good child.

She felt more and more at ease, more and more peaceful.

She believed that her mother and father would help her block the wind and rain, and would let her sleep very peacefully.

In that peaceful dream, she would be a princess, and her prince would walk toward her and invite her to dance.

A smile appeared on her face.

Her thoughts returned to peaceful darkness amidst the gradually spreading madness.

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(End of chapter)