Chapter 101: The Witch's Fear (Eight Thousand)

Why would Lydia, a witch, wear such a mask? Looking closely, Ron discovered that Lydia's outfit was strangely similar to the girl in the coffin, the same black Gothic dress, the same petite body, the same flat face...

Ahem, in short, if Lydia was lying on the ground now, Ron would even have the illusion that the mysterious girl in the coffin suddenly ran out of the Soul Ferry.

What was her relationship with the girl in black in the Soul Ferry coffin? Ron wanted to ask clearly, but now was obviously not the right time.

Under the moonlight, the witch's aura is getting stronger and stronger.

Around her body, there seemed to be pairs of transparent eyes and indescribable faces, like countless ghosts, constantly spinning around Lydia.

Densely packed, like female arms and hands, they were rapidly emerging from the shadows on the ground, with Lydia's position as the center, wriggling, supporting, entwining Lydia's body, floating in the air, making one's scalp tingle at the sight.

The slender fingers all have sharp nails, as if they are trying to grab something.

Seeing Lidya's appearance, Vera's expression changed instantly: "Lidya, don't..."

Vera rushed towards Lydia, trying to stop her, just like she had tried to stop Ron from killing Melville before. She had already lost one brother, and didn't want to see another one die in front of her.

However, it was tragic that Vera was just a woman, not as valued by her family as Melville was. She did not have countless potions to assist her practice, and everything depended on her own efforts. Her talent was only okay, and at this age, her catastrophic strength was already pretty good, but it was not enough to face a witch like Lydia.

And she didn't have a very smart brain. If Saint Kaya hadn't secretly told her, she wouldn't even know that Ron was going to be assassinated.

She didn't know how to stop Lydia, and the only way she could think of was to rush forward.

But several arms reached over at a faster speed than Vera, entangled Vera's body, dragged her backwards, and even blocked her mouth. No matter how Vera struggled, it was useless. Those translucent arms showed a toughness beyond imagination.

Lydia's body quickly became illusory and hazy, like a pure light and shadow. She suddenly opened her mouth, and a sharp scream suddenly came out from her lips that had turned pale.

That sound was extremely penetrating and sharp. It was simply not a sound that a normal human could make.

Buzz! Ron's head suddenly felt dizzy, and his body seemed to be hit hard by a heavy hammer. His head was buzzing, and the sharp sound was like a long-lasting wave, constantly echoing.

The nostrils felt hot, and two streams of bright red blood flowed down the top of the lips and rolled into the mouth, tasting fishy and salty.

With his body swaying, Ron quickly added all the 500 free attribute points he had just obtained to his spirit, and the confusion and pain in his mind were immediately alleviated a lot.

He subconsciously looked up and saw Charlene in front of him. Her body was shaking slightly and her face was extremely pale, but she was still much better than him.

Although Vera tried to stop Lydia, Lydia still provided shelter for Vera and she was not affected by the scream.

As for Dolores who comes later.

The eldest princess was not affected at all.

As the only normal princess in the entire Holt family, even though Holt 474 would occasionally suspect that this was not his daughter, her treatment was absolutely impeccable.

Dolores' strength may not be the best among everyone present, but she definitely has the most treasures.

On the slender finger, a silver ring emitted circles of soft white light, surrounding Dolores' body. Lydia's screams were completely blocked, and did not cause any harm to Dolores. It was better to say that the princess did not move at all from beginning to end.

Of course, this scream was far more than just a mental shock.

Crunch...

As soon as the scream died down, a tingling sound, like bones rubbing against each other, began to drill into the ears.

Ron lowered his head, his throat moving uncontrollably as he desperately swallowed the saliva that was madly growing in his mouth. Although Ron already knew how strange Lydia's abilities were, he was still horrified when he saw it with his own eyes. On the ground in front of him, there was only a human pig left, Melville... No, it wasn't even a human pig, after all, a human pig at least had a head, and Melville's head was smashed.

All that was left of him was a torso, but at this moment, this torso, which had long lost its heartbeat, actually began to wriggle on the ground in a very strange way.

He seemed to be trying to crawl up, but without limbs, he couldn't even crawl up, like a giant, round flesh worm.

Then, creaking and rustling sounds began to come from all around.

A dark shadow first appeared in front of everyone, and it was actually a secret guard in brocade clothes.

His chest had been pierced, and there was no sign of his heart in the bowl-sized hole. It was obvious that he had been dead for a long time.

But at this moment, he moved his stiff body and walked towards this side step by step.

His eyes were wide open, grey and without any trace of normal colour.

More and more figures appeared.

Swish! Not far in front of Ron, a pale claw suddenly emerged from under the ground.

In this vast area of ​​land, countless people had died and countless bones had been buried over thousands of years. In a short period of time, Ron could see large numbers of pale skeletons all around him, with dirt and leaves hanging on their bodies.

A strange, scarlet light was flashing in the eye sockets of the skull.

Wherever Lydia's voice reaches, it is within the summoning range.

In a short period of time, an exaggerated army of undead was formed.

The so-called witch is more like a necromancer. In fact, Lydia is the necromancer.

Charlene retreated silently and stayed beside Ron.

On both sides of Lydia's body, two tall knights over two meters tall suddenly appeared. They were wearing black full body armor and holding two-handed broadswords that were difficult for normal people to wield. Through the gaps in the visors, one could peek into their stiff and distorted faces and a scarlet light like flames.

Death Knight!

High-level dead creature.

A warrior with destructive power no less than a low-star heroic level.

With these two Death Knights around, Sharin knew that she had no chance of getting closer than 1.5 meters to Lydia.

Even if she moved underground and attacked by surprise, Lydia was still floating in the air, and the indescribable faces, eyes, and arms surrounding Lydia made it impossible for her to get close.

Charlene's scalp tingled, and she felt a dense layer of sweat on her palms that were tightly holding the dagger. This was an enemy she had never faced before.

The surroundings have been blocked, and Lydia seems to be sure of victory.

She turned sideways, her eyes swept across Dolores and Charlene, and finally landed on Ron: "You don't think that you can stop me with just a heroic assassin and a heroic magic warrior, do you?"

As a witch, Lydia has the confidence to suppress two heroes at the same time!

Poof! Before Ron could even open his mouth, Dolores couldn't help laughing out loud as if she had heard something funny.

She was really curious about where this so-called witch got the courage to be so ostentatious in a foreign country and in front of her, the princess.

Dolores had raised several fingers and was about to give an order, but suddenly stopped because she found that Ron, who had been standing quietly in the same place, suddenly moved.

Everything that happened tonight, hunting down the secret guards, the executioners, subduing the assassins of the Eternal Freedom Sect, guiding Melville and the Judge of Hell to hunt each other, Ron was like a quiet chess player, guiding the direction of the game.

She really wanted to see what other surprises her beloved could bring her.

"Master?" Charlene looked at Ron who was passing her in confusion and spoke in surprise.

"It's okay..." Ron's voice was as calm as ever: "It's okay, Charlene, just look at me...that's all."

He wanted to say, "Look at me, I'm just showing off," but this sentence would damage his image, so he changed his words temporarily. If it was any other witch, Ron might be a little scared, but he was not afraid of Lydia at all!

Ron would never forget how many strategies he had made and how many times he had practiced in order to kill Lydia, who had become the BOSS. It was almost imprinted in his bones and melted into his soul.

As he spoke, Ron raised his ironwood staff and walked towards Lydia who was standing opposite him.

Lydia frowned slightly. She didn't expect that Ron could still be so calm at this time.

It was as if her beliefs were challenged. Lydia couldn't stand it anymore. She took a deep breath and waved her hand. A dense mass of pale skeletons surrounded Ron.

"Yes, kill him, kill him, kill him..." In the undead crystal, Melville's soul was howling madly.

He was already dead, but even if only a soul was left, he wanted to use his rotten eyes to see the scene of Ron's blood gushing out.

Ron must die, he must die... This has become an obsession engraved in the deepest part of Melville's soul.

call……

Ron's body began to spin, and the ironwood staff swept around.

Blade Storm!

Crackling!

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

The sound of broken bones formed a line.

A blunt weapon like the Ironwood Staff... no, it's a magic staff, combined with a spinning skill like Blade Storm, is the most suitable weapon to deal with this group of skeletons.

A large area was wiped out with one sweep, and the heaviness of the iron and wood staff, coupled with Ron's own strength, made these skeletons as vulnerable as tofu dregs in front of Ron.

If it is touched even the slightest, it will be shattered into pieces.

Ron walked towards Lydia without even slowing down. The ground was covered with a layer of pale bone fragments, which made a crunching sound when he stepped on them.

Relying only on the skeletons, let alone taking down Ron, they couldn't even stop Ron's steps. Lydia frowned slightly and muttered to herself.

Following Lydia's command, a Death Knight suddenly let out a dull roar, strode forward, and approached Ron in an instant, sweeping the broadsword in his hand heavily towards Ron's neck.

The skeleton blocking in front was shattered into pieces by the sword.

The sharp edge tore towards Ron's throat.

He is extremely powerful and as fast as the wind.

Where the sword blade tore through, the space in front was like being divided into two layers of glass.

At this moment, Charlene couldn't help but clench her hands, and even Dolores couldn't help but stand up straight.

There were slight fluctuations coming from the side, as if preparing to rescue Ron in case he couldn't withstand this attack.

Compared to the nervousness of Charlene and Dolores, Ron's calmness remained unchanged. He didn't even look at the Death Knight for a second. He just paused suddenly, and then took a small step back.

Just a small step, twenty centimeters at most.

Swish…

The sword light from the blade tore through Ron's throat, less than ten centimeters away from Ron's neck, but ultimately failed to cause any harm to Ron.

Lydia was slightly stunned. Was this a coincidence? Before Lydia could figure out what was going on, Ron, who had just dodged the sweep of the Death Knight, moved half a step to the side.

boom……

The Death Knight swung the broadsword down heavily, brushing past Ron's body and creating a long crack on the ground.

Ron's movements were neither hurried nor slow, and just as he dodged the Death Knight's vertical strike, the Ironwood Staff was already standing beside him.

Dang! The melodious sound spread across the night sky.

The Death Knight's next diagonal move was blocked by Ron.

Gulp.

Lydia swallowed.

This is no coincidence.

This Death Knight was just created by her and its combat procedures had just been set up. Apart from her, no one knew how this Death Knight fought.

But Ron knew! He knew in advance every step of the Death Knight's attack, knew at what distance the Death Knight's sword would stop, and even knew how far the sword energy from the sword would tear.

Seeing the fight between Ron and the Death Knight, Charlene and Dolores opened their mouths slightly. There was no trace of anger in Ron at all. It was as if he was not fighting but more like dancing an elegant gentleman's dance. Against the backdrop of the Death Knight's irritability and gloom, there was actually a different kind of beauty in him.

Even Melville's soul was stunned in the undead crystal that Ron put in his pocket.

Dang! Dang! Dang! The sound of metal colliding echoed in the air.

In such a short period of time, Ron and the Death Knight had no idea how many rounds they had fought.

He even had time to wave his hands and glance at Lydia, who was in shock in mid-air: "It's such a waste to have the Book of the Dead in your hands."

In mid-air, Lydia's body trembled violently, and her scarlet eyes widened.

While leisurely dodging the next attack of the Death Knight, Ron's voice never stopped: "Why do you want to refine the Death Knight? This clumsy thing is not suitable for a witch like you. In comparison, the Undead Slayer recorded on page 17 and the Death Shield recorded on page 29 of the Necronomicon are obviously more suitable for you."

In an instant, Lydia's scalp was about to explode.

He even knows the Necronomicon... He even knows the contents of every page of the Necronomicon.

The Dead Book, but she found it in a tomb that had been buried underground and never opened. She was the only one who knew the contents of the Dead Book in thousands of years.

A prophet, he really is a prophet.

But even for a prophet, being able to predict some major events in the future, such as the appearance of the Temple of Dusk and the demise of the dragon clan, is already a remarkable achievement.

But I have never heard of anyone who can control the future to such an extent. The attack steps of the Death Knight, the spread distance of the sword energy, the contents recorded on every page of the Necronomicon, no matter how small the matter is, it is all under control.

Lydia's scalp tingled.

She thought of a word:

Omniscient and omnipotent!

Those who are omniscient and omnipotent are not prophets.

It’s God!

The Spang Theocracy, what kind of existence has it provoked this time?

Chapter 2 is here with 4,000 words. The update is almost 9,000 words now.

(End of this chapter)