Great, I'm surrounded by villains.

Chapter 400 The Witch of Misfortune

This afternoon, the wizards on the eco-ship faced an unprecedented crisis.

At first, they thought the arrest of several people was just an accident, but as time went by, they discovered that a white terror was spreading on the ecological ship.

This awakened their deepest fears and reminded them of the dark days when witch hunts were prevalent.

The one who led all of this was a witch whose name had never been heard of.

The evil witch.

This witch who suddenly appeared stood on the same side as their enemies. Under the leadership of the witch, they had nowhere to hide. No matter where they hid, they would be pulled out from the crowd by her minions.

When the last batch of members of the Wizarding Society were sent to the quarantine area, it was already evening. Coyote Twelve completed the escort mission personally. During the entire operation, he saw the Wizarding Society's desperate attempt - the youngest member was only fourteen years old. The little witch disguised herself as a logistics staff on the eco-ship and deceived many people with her innocent smile.

But in the end, she was unable to deceive the insight of the Witch of Misfortune.

She saw through the little witch's disguise at a glance, arrested her in public, and put handcuffs and shackles on her.

This sudden change caught the wizards off guard, and the quarantine area was in deathly silence. It was not that they had not tried to resist, but this time, their enemy was a powerful witch who was more proficient in spells than them. The curse-killing techniques they mastered were completely ineffective in front of the witch.

For wizards, once the spell loses its effect, they become ordinary people who can be slaughtered at will.

Before nightfall, even worse news spread among the crowd.

The Church of Embers fleet has arrived in the sector.

The Witch of Misfortune seemed to intend to give them as a gift to the envoys from the Church of Embers.

What awaits them will be the stake and death.

An uneasy atmosphere spread in the quarantine area, and an unprecedented sense of frustration filled everyone's heart. No one could have imagined that the plan they had prepared for so long would ultimately fail due to such a deus ex machina reason.

A witch who appeared out of nowhere ruined all their efforts.

What is even more despairing is that the inherent barrier of the Witch of Misfortune is invincible, and any attack or malice directed at the Witch of Misfortune herself will be reflected back to themselves.

They witnessed the consequences of attacking the Witch of Misfortune.

While being escorted, a wizard suddenly broke free from his restraints and pounced on the witch, chanting magic spells loudly.

But the next moment, the wizard's neck was pierced by sharp spikes, and steel needles grew out from under his flesh. The wizard drowned in his own blood before he could finish the spell.

This left an extremely strong psychological trauma on all the wizards present.

If they cannot break the inherent barrier of the Witch of Misfortune, their fate will be the same as that of the wizard who died tragically.

However, this time, good luck did not come to them.

The packing work is about to begin.

The wizards were gathered together like cargo, and they saw the Witch of Misfortune among the heavily armed security guards with their faces covered.

The fiery red eyes were filled with a crazy smile, and behind them were nine ostentatious tails, as if as long as one was glanced at by those pupils, one would be overwhelmed by endless disaster.

The wizards lost the courage to look the witch in the eye.

Whenever they saw those red pupils, they would think of their compatriots who had died tragically some time ago.

The witch knew them very well and knew a lot about them. Every security guard in charge of escorting them had their faces covered. They wore heavy exoskeleton armor and said nothing during the escort. It was even impossible to tell whether they were men or women.

Compared with the church's lackeys, their defense measures are much more effective.

No matter how skilled a wizard is in the art of killing, he would not be able to cast a curse on the security personnel escorting them under such circumstances. Moreover, even if they could kill the security personnel with a curse, it would be of no avail.

The Witch of Misfortune will kill anyone who dares to resist her.

They will be escorted to a ship that will sail to the fleet of the Church of Embers as a welcoming gift to them.

The only demand made by the Witch of Misfortune was to execute all members of the Wizarding Society in public.

She called on churches to host a barbecue party that would light up the night sky.

"Why, why do you do this?"

When passing by the Witch of Misfortune, the little witch gathered all her strength and questioned the Witch of Misfortune herself.

The crowd, like the walking dead, stopped and there was deathly silence in the team.

This question consumed all the courage of the little witch. When the pair of scarlet pupils fell on her, she fell to the ground out of intense fear, and the tears that she had been holding back could no longer be stopped from flowing out.

The next question lacked confidence, with a slight tremor in the voice, "Don't you remember what they did to us?"

"What did they do to you?"

The Witch of Misfortune walked to the side of the little witch, she smiled, bent down and wiped the tears from the corners of the little witch's eyes.

But no one present felt warm. A creepy fear spread in everyone's heart, and even the security personnel wearing exoskeleton armor felt a chill.

Femme fatale.

A common word emerged in their minds. Perhaps no other word was more suitable for the smiling witch of disaster at this moment.

The little witch seemed to be frightened and opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

The Witch wiped away her tears and said in a gentle tone, "Why don't you speak? I also want to know the stories you heard from the elders."

The staring lasted for nearly a minute.

Seeing that the little witch couldn't say a word, the smile on the witch's face became cold and bloodthirsty. "Little mute, since your memory is so bad, use your body to remember these things. I will make sure that you will be the first guest sent to the stake tonight... Have you ever experienced the feeling of being soaked in holy oil and then set on fire? You will not die immediately. The flames will make every inch of your skin fester. You will feel unprecedented pain. This kind of pain cannot be described in words. Only when you experience it yourself can you feel that feeling."

After that, the witch winked at the security personnel, signaling them to lift the little witch's shoulders, "You two, take her aboard."

The collapsed little witch quickly disappeared from people's sight.

The scene that just happened also completely extinguished the last fantasy in the wizards' hearts.

They had previously fantasized that the Witch of Misfortune might finally think of her compatriots, but it turned out that she was a cruel and insane demon.

The wizards followed the crowd forward, and their thousands of thoughts finally came to one point.

——Who can come to rescue them?

(End of this chapter)