Chapter 881

Within the next two or three minutes, a large number of exiles poured into the square in front of the Knowledge Cathedral. Some of them, because they were accidentally bumped into, chose to challenge others to a duel on the spot; some quietly straightened their necks so they wouldn't be too crooked; some, bored, began to sing loudly; some started playing a game of slapping each other...

Lu Mian stood on the steps, holding the Beyonder characteristic of the "Despair Witch," watching these exiled felons with a blank expression.

Time is running out... Lu Mian whispered silently and looked back at the Knowledge Cathedral once more, but still didn't see Morora's Archbishop, Heraberg.

He finally gave up and cast his gaze back toward the exiles who had almost filled the entire square.

This was definitely over thirty thousand.

Lu Mian suddenly laughed, laughing until his body was trembling.

His choices seemed to be many, many, but after synthesizing environmental factors, time limits, the current situation, and his own obsessions, only that one path remained.

Only this one path lay before him.

Laughing for more than ten seconds, Lu Mian, wearing a white shirt, black vest, dark trousers, and leather shoes with straps, walked down the steps step by step and walked into the sea of people.

The exiles near the Knowledge Cathedral area had already begun to feel that something was wrong. They felt weak all over and wanted to slap the person opposite them, but it felt as if they were stroking his face.

Some of them instinctively wanted to escape, but their legs had no strength, their bodies felt heavy, and they could only move slowly.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—fireballs of glowing white with cyan shot out from around Lu Mian. They passed over the exiles infected with mystical diseases and landed on the edge of the square, and those exiles strangely ignored this matter.

Rumble!

The fireballs exploded simultaneously. This square was surrounded by a hell of glowing white flames, the temperature rising gradually, and smoke rolling in.

Thump, thump, thump—don't know how many exiles whose conditions had worsened fell to the ground, watching other felons who still had some strength trample over them, watching the glowing white flames not far away illuminate the sky, rolling toward them bit by bit.

Emotions of pain and despair quickly occupied their hearts, devouring their reason.

Some wanted to shout for help, but even their voices were so weak.

Rumble!

Amidst the constant explosions, Lu Mian walked out of this square, walked into the spreading sea of fire, and walked into the nearest street.

Rumble!

The houses on both sides of the street were either blown down by the glowing white and cyan fireballs or were directly ignited, rising with fierce flames like one torch after another.

The felons in the square fell down one after another, desperately feeling the pain in that disease that made them weak all over, waiting for death.

Lu Mian took out a glass bottle and put the Beyonder characteristic of the "Despair Witch," the bile of the Plague Mother Snake, fragments of the Silver Hunter, the blood of different plague victims, and fresh mistletoe into it one by one.

Bubbles rose and churned, and the deep purple potion shimmered with rose-red light.

Lu Mian looked at this bottle of potion and laughed in a low voice:

"Don't worry, I already know my insignificance. I will welcome despair and welcome the path of the Witch.

"But this is so that I won't be arranged in the future, so that I can choose the ending I want myself!"

After speaking, he walked forward while bringing the bottle to his mouth and drank it up.

The exiles in the square who could still stand suddenly felt their own pain and despair seem to condense into substance, turning into invisible threads that extended toward the ignited street, extending toward the figure who had his back to them.

They finally "woke up," but they were already too sick to resist that murderer. Some had even been reached by the flames, burning their bodies.

They saw that figure walking step by step among the various ignited buildings, walking in the street that had become a hell of fire, walking under the red and bright sky, his hair floating up one by one, getting longer, blacker, and thicker.

In mid-air, two stars seemed to light up, and the glowing white and cyan flames that covered this area and the space between heaven and earth suddenly turned pitch black.

This blackness was like a flood, instantly drowning out all the light, making the hell of flames quiet, deep, and gloomy.

…………

Inside the special mirror world, in the dark, abandoned park-like scene where Franca and the others were fighting Sigton of the "All-Things-End Society."

Sigton, covered in greenish-yellow mucus, had already split into four, each seeking different targets, while quiet "Witch" black flames burned around Franca and Jenna.

These black flames burned the spirituality of the disease while being made gradually dim by the decay power attached to the disease, until they extinguished.

If it weren't for discovering that these diseases split from Sigton possessed a certain spirituality and could be ignited by the "Witch's" black flames, thereby reducing the speed and intensity of their infection of humans, Franca felt that she and Jenna would have already exhausted their "Mirror Substitutes" and could wait for death.

At the same time, the "Arrogance Armor" also played a quite important role. This sealed item was almost unaffected by Sigton's diseases and was not made rusty and on the verge of being scrapped by the decay power. It was still full of vigor, chasing Sigton who dared to attack its back, occasionally performing a "Light Storm."

During the battle, Franca and Jenna also discovered other problems.

They didn't know if it was because Sigton belonged to the brainless type, or if this demigod was simply too unlucky, always making the choices most favorable to them. The attacks that were "inevitably fatal" all appeared to have missed.

Combining these, the two "Witches" plus Anthony, who used "Psychological Invisibility" to hide outside the decay range, barely supported themselves in front of a demigod for nearly nine minutes. Occasionally, they would feel that Sigton lacked the pressure of a normal demigod and belonged to a low-quality product.

But even so, they still couldn't find an opportunity to escape and get rid of him, and they discovered that the more they fought, the more enemies there were, changing from the two at the beginning of the battle to the current four. Before, one even split off to look for Ludwig.

Moreover, although a single Sigton didn't seem like a real demigod and felt a bit weak, every one of him that split off was actually at the same level, not weaker than the single one. Superimposed like this, he really had the terror of a demigod. Of course, Franca guessed that there should be an upper limit to the number he could split into, and it wouldn't be too many.

"I still have two 'Mirror Substitutes,' Jenna should only have one left... Although Anthony was attacked fewer times and was outside the range, he only had two 'Mirror Substitutes' to begin with, and has already used one..." Franca quickly analyzed the current situation while quickly changing positions to avoid being suddenly attacked from behind by the diseased Sigton with an "inevitable hit" attack.

As for Lugano, just when he was blocked by Sigton and the battle broke out, Franca signaled him to run as far as he could and find a hidden corner to hide.

Facts proved that Franca's judgment was correct. Sigton's target, besides Ludwig, was the two of them, the "Witches." He didn't do anything to block Lugano's act of escaping this park-like ruin, nor did he split off more Sigtons to pursue him.

"The continuous use of black flames also consumes a lot of spirituality. Jenna and I can't hold on for too long..." Franca considered whether she should gather with Jenna now and use the last "Mirror Travel" of the "Ice Amulet" to try and delay for a while longer to see if a turning point would appear.

Moreover, they could also help Anthony fight for a chance to survive this way.

This "Hypnotist" was also not Sigton's target and had "Psychological Invisibility."

Just when Franca was about to signal Jenna to approach her with her eyes, she suddenly saw greenish-yellow droplets appear behind Jenna, quickly condensing into Sigton's appearance.

Almost at the same time, Franca also sensed from Jenna's worried and solemn expression that something had also happened behind her.

The two "Witches" didn't hesitate and actively triggered their "Mirror Substitutes" separately.

The next second, two Sigtons spread out into furry "blankets" covered in dirty mucus, wrapping Franca and Jenna inside in an inevitably hitting posture.

The sound of cracking followed.

On the other side, Anthony, who had been quietly lurking at the edge of the park-like ruins, leaning against a half-wall, suddenly saw Sigton, covered in greenish-yellow mucus, appear beside him.

He was still discovered.

Sigton pushed with both hands, and a greenish-black ball of light landed on Anthony.

Crack!

Anthony used his last "Mirror Substitute," his figure outlining itself behind the side of this Sigton.

Seeing this scene, Anthony suddenly felt a stir in his heart.

Opportunity!

He didn't run away wildly, but raised the "Winter is Coming" revolver in his hand, aimed at Sigton, and pulled the trigger directly.

"Inevitably Fatal"!

A glowing yellow bullet was stained with a dim greenish color, crossed the short distance, and hit Sigton.

Sigton, covered in greenish-yellow mucus, froze instantly, his body quickly disintegrating, reducing into bits of foam-like liquid, scattering on the ground without any spirituality.

This Sigton died.

But the other three Sigtons were completely fine.

After Franca and Jenna confirmed this, they both felt desperate from the bottom of their hearts.

One of their previous plans was for the two "Witches" to act as bait, giving Anthony a chance to hit one of the Sigtons with the "Inevitably Fatal" bullet, thereby letting all the Sigtons die.

Who knew that the effect of "Inevitably Fatal" could only affect the Sigton that was hit.

In a flash, Franca and Jenna saw the "Arrogance Armor" hit by the "Inevitably Fatal" attack, metal fragments constantly falling off, standing frozen on the spot.

Jenna gritted her teeth, intending to ignore the ritual and stuff the materials for "Pain Witch" into her mouth on the spot, gambling on whether she could forcibly promote.

That would at least allow her to recover her spirituality.

Even if she failed, she could turn into a monster and create an opportunity for Franca to escape!

Before Jenna could reach her hand into the "Traveler's Bag," she saw another figure appear at the edge of this area.

It was Voisin Sanson, with his blond hair turning white, who had chased here!

Franca and Jenna's hearts sank rapidly. The former no longer had any hesitation.

Just at this moment, above one of the Sigtons, an iron-black straight sword burning with glowing white and cyan flames descended from the sky without warning, accurately inserting itself into the top of this Sigton's head.

Rumble!

This Sigton was directly blown into fragments, and the glowing white and cyan flames that swept out instantly turned into a quiet black, drowning every fragment.

Those fragments didn't appear again, and a figure quickly outlined itself in the eyes of Franca, Jenna, and Anthony.

PS: Thanks to Tu Shi Cha Wan Zheng for supporting Reinette Tinekerr's Silver Treasure Chest~

(End of chapter)