Definitely Not a Witch

A heartwarming daily life farming novel, occasionally also a passionate epic.

Spears spread across the wilderness like a thriving forest. Glorious knights march in formation, and countless bl...

Chapter 900 Dark Moon Clan

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There was another heart-shaking thunder, as if a god had violently torn the sky apart with his hands. The dazzling lightning briefly overwhelmed the field of vision, and the remaining roar rolled over the earth like an iron hammer, spreading to distant areas hundreds of miles away.

Amid the mountains of Longyi Province, today was destined to be a sleepless night. Numerous residents were startled awake in the darkness. Then, in the distant distance, a brilliant, intense fire illuminated the sky, with giant sparks occasionally drifting across it. Then came another burst of lightning and thunder, with tiny flashes of lightning flashing from time to time, leaving people feeling strange and terrified.

Under the cover of the violent thunder, several figures were running around in a panic among the woods and mountains.

Lottie's helmet had been scraped off by a branch, and her face was scratched and bloodstained. Her robes were stained and torn, and her once pristine cloak was matted with threads and blood. She was panting heavily, her steps heavy as lead, and every step she took felt like her heart was about to jump out of her chest.

"I, I'm afraid I can't walk anymore." Even a transcendent person would gradually reach his limit after running such a long distance.

"Hold my hand." In the dark night, Gersmith frowned and looked back nervously, worried that the pursuers might catch up.

Although sporadic running sounds could still be heard in the woods behind, fortunately there was still some distance and they would not be caught up for a while.

Unfortunately, they no longer have the energy to speed up, otherwise they could get rid of these elite legion soldiers.

A white light flashed briefly across the night sky, and another burst of thunder came from the distant mountains.

"What's happening over there?" Even Lottie could sense the chaotic fluctuations coming from the area where the lightning was.

"I don't know, but this is a good thing. It can help us attract attention." Gersmi pulled Lottie up the mountain, grabbing branches from time to time to steady his footing.

"Further ahead is a dense and complex jungle, where we should be able to get rid of these people behind us."

"Hold on a little longer, they should have reached their limit." Gersmith comforted the young lady behind him.

"Hmm..." Lottie's mind was still a little confused at this time, and she answered subconsciously, then cast her eyes towards the distant mountains, where lightning and thunder were flashing, and dazzling fireworks burst out from time to time.

In the sudden flash of incandescent lightning, a figure suddenly appeared among the trees in the forest. It was a young boy with short pale hair.

"Did you find out? What a coincidence."

Even so, the boy, who looked about 17, didn't seem to mind his own exposure. His figure suddenly disappeared from the treetops and reappeared in front of the two of them. Only then did Lottie see that he was holding a black sickle.

The sharp edge of the sickle reflected a flash of cold light in the lightning, and then it rotated and cut casually in his hands. The surrounding trees slowly fell down, revealing the smooth cut.

An open space convenient for walking was formed between the two sides.

"Who are you?" Gersmi growled and drew out his dagger, his eyes fixed on the young man. He sensed a dangerous aura.

"Me?" The young man stretched out his hand from his wide cuffs, revealing his overly pale fingers. He was holding the handle of the sickle and pointing at the two people in the distance.

"Of course I'm here to help Miss Xia Lanluote." He showed a wicked smile.

"But I have never seen you. Even the Pascal family has never heard of anyone like you." Gersmi was filled with strong suspicion.

"Well, I'll explain this later. Now, shouldn't we deal with these annoying little sparrows?" As he said this, he swung his sickle lightly, and the trees behind the two men fell down one after another, revealing several soldiers who were approaching secretly.

They were all wearing pitch-black armor and were agile. Even after being discovered, they dodged, drew out their matte sabers, and rushed forward quickly. The armor also flashed with blood-red patterns, making them even faster.

Seeing this, Gersmi rushed back and stopped the two men in an instant. The air was filled with the sounds of sword flashes and metal collisions, and then long streaks of blood appeared on Gersmi's body.

Although these soldiers were only at Sequence 4 strength, they relied on their sophisticated equipment and coordination to quickly suppress Gersmith.

"It seems that uncle needs help." The boy's voice suddenly sounded in Lottie's ear, giving her goose bumps and a chill in her heart.

"Can you help Mr. Gersmith?" Lottie said with a slightly trembling voice. Although she disliked Gersmith, he was now the last person she could trust.

"Is this Miss Xia Lanluote asking me for help?" The boy's voice was like a cold spring mixed with ice.

Seeing that Gersmith was gradually unable to hold on and had more and more wounds on his body, Lottie became more and more anxious.

"Yes, please."

"What a kind young lady you are, haha." Amidst the clash of weapons in the woods, the young man let out a striking laugh. Then the two soldiers changed their targets and suddenly attacked Lottie and the young man.

"Then I will agree reluctantly, since I am the most loyal servant of the royal family."

He bowed before Lottie with a perfect etiquette that even the most demanding court ceremonial officer would find imperfect. Then, the sickle swung back behind him, smoothly splitting the two attackers in two.

The rich and warm smell of blood filled the woods. Lottie covered her mouth and nose, and a feeling of nausea rose in her throat.

Then the young man easily broke into the enemy camp. He never swung the sickle a second time against the enemy. The blade light was like a dancing silver moon. In just a few seconds, all the pursuers were killed. They leaned against the tree unwillingly and slid down slowly, leaving messy bloodstains.

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