Chapter 105 "Witch"
"Damage Transfer" is one of the magician's core abilities. It can "drag" a wound somewhere on the body to another location through contact. Whether it is a penetrating wound or a large open wound, as long as the destination body area is large enough, it can be transferred perfectly.
And this ability can be used on other people, but it cannot transfer the wound from one person's body to another.
After pressing the "magic pocket watch" hidden on his left wrist and getting rid of the "Witch of Joy" by jumping through flames, Angel came to Klein and Dunn and immediately squatted down to use this ability on Klein.
Fortunately, although his heart was pierced by a dagger and he was bleeding profusely, he was still alive. As long as he was alive, there was hope...
Ignoring the gushing blood that splattered his entire arm, Angel pressed down on the sharp wound on Klein's chest, which was about three fingers long, and activated "damage transfer," dragging the wound directly to his left shoulder.
The bleeding wound followed Angel's fingers and moved all the way to the shoulder. The blood gushing along the way soaked Klein's white shirt until it was fixed on the outside of the left shoulder. The wound that penetrated the vital organs had been transformed into an ordinary external injury that was still bleeding but not fatal.
Klein's eyes, which had become fuzzy due to his heart failing and his blood pressure continuing to drop, almost immediately regained focus. Although his face was still pale from the massive blood loss, and although his lips were moving but he couldn't even speak, he was clearly out of danger.
Looking at Klein who was gritting his teeth and enduring the pain in his shoulder, Angel gave him a gentle look to comfort him, placed his right hand on his left shoulder, and then stood up again and looked at the "witch" in front of him.
Dunn on the side also breathed a sigh of relief. He took two steps back, leaving the battlefield to Angel, and turned back to greet the "Witch of Joy" who had bypassed the "Phantom Phosphorus Eruption" area and approached again. The latter licked her lips, and swept her cold eyes over the Night Watchmen. Her white arms stroked their bodies, and she disappeared into the night again.
The "witch" took advantage of the few seconds when the Night Watchmen quickly changed their formation to summon several black flames to surround her. She held a strange bone statue in one hand and a frost spear in the other, looking fully armed and ready to continue fighting.
Her hood had been removed in the previous battle, and her long black hair was simply tied with a cloth and draped behind her. The gentle and sweet features on her round face were now distorted, and her slender eyes glared at Angel.
“It’s you…”
The witch's tone was filled with surprise and a hint of anger.
She seems to know me?
Angel was stunned when he heard the other party's emotional words, and then his confusion was replaced by anger.
Her left hand was stained with Klein's blood and was still warm.
Klein, lying at his feet, was breathing heavily, enduring the blood loss and pain.
If I hadn't had "Damage Transfer", he would have already...
No matter who you are, die here today!
Her left hand dropped to her waist, and she suddenly pulled out the dagger. The "thirst for blood" in Angel's right hand roared, and with the spirituality she had infused in it and her full anger, she shot a black flame bullet at the opponent.
"Bang—"
The witch rushed forward, wielding her frost spear, barely blocking the incoming bullets. Flames and frost scattered everywhere, like blooming flowers in the dark night.
She sneered, danced her fingers, and the black flames floating around her lined up and flew towards Angel.
Angel did not retreat but advanced, brandishing a dagger to meet the black flame. When she was about to be hit by the first black flame, bright yellow flames appeared on her body again, making the black flame pass through her figure in the fire as if hitting an invisible phantom.
At the last black flame, which was also the one closest to the witch, a flame of the same color flashed. Angel's body leaped out and rushed towards the opponent with forward speed. The dagger that was extended in advance whistled and stabbed straight at the witch's neck.
"Bang——"
The witch clenched her right hand, and a loud explosion like a bomb erupted between the two of them. A black flame much larger than usual appeared out of thin air and exploded. The flame that could devour spirits and flesh and blood instantly climbed up Angel's exposed arms and cheeks.
The "witch" sneered as she stepped back, looking at her "masterpiece" and the other person's tall body burning and twisting in the flames...
...Then it shrank and folded, turning into a thin paper figure, floating into the air with black flames, and burning into a wisp of ash.
"What……"
The witch narrowed her long eyes, and before she could react, a dagger as fast as lightning flew across several meters in the darkness beside her and stabbed directly into her heart.
Charge up for a strike!
He activated his assassin's ability and thrust the dagger into the opponent's body. The expected sound of glass breaking came to Angel's ears.
Without the slightest hesitation, and even before the witch in front of her turned into pieces, she gritted her teeth, opened her spiritual vision, and looked around.
Not far to the right of her body, away from the battlefield between Dunn, Leonard and the "Witch of Pleasure" behind her, a white outline appeared out of thin air. There was a slightly smaller piece of spiritual light next to "it", but it directly stung Angel's eyes.
It's that strange statue...
Angel quickly exited his spiritual vision to avoid being contaminated by the evil god's statue, raised the "thirst for blood" in his right hand, released his spiritual power, and pulled the trigger without waiting for careful aiming.
This was a "phantom phosphorus eruption" that she had prepared for her mirror substitute.
The bullets strengthened by black flames hit the ground, and the phantom phosphorescent powder instantly enveloped the witch who escaped from Angel through her substitute. The black and purple flames covered her whole body, igniting her naked palms and hair tips, just like she had done to Angel just now.
It seemed that the mirror used for the "stand-in" was gone. This time, the witch did not turn into pieces again and use the stand-in to leave. Instead, she waved her arms, and black flames emerged from all over her body, blending with the black and purple flames of "Thirsty Blood" and consuming each other. She whimpered softly, dragging flames all over her body like a torch in the dark night, and rushed out from the coverage area of the "Phantom Phosphorus Eruption".
"Ice...Frost!"
The witch endured the pain all over her body, took out a thin silver piece, and chanted a spell in Hermetic language. The space around her instantly changed from late summer to deep winter. The cold air gushed out from her hands, like an invisible giant hand sweeping across, extinguishing the flames on her body.
The witch, who looked disheveled and had her black hair burnt short, finally breathed a sigh of relief and stopped.
“Snap—”
There was a crackle behind her, like the crackle of burning wet wood.
Angel walked out of the flames again, her back to the burning phantom phosphorescent powder. Her face expression could not be seen against the backlight. Her left hand below the elbow was stained with blood. She held the dagger upside down and the pitch-black "Thirsty Blood" in her right hand. The abyss-like muzzle of the gun was pointed at the witch's head that had just turned around.
"Try hiding again."
She whispered, pulling the trigger.
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