Imperial Crown.

Chapter 84 Witch (Part )

Mary lowered her head, her earlobes turned red:
"As long as the Baron asks, I will do anything."

At this moment, Nancy had already glanced at him with a look of disgust, the heat of which could almost melt Raven.

Raven didn't care and chuckled:
"Then I'll lend you my head!"

"What...what!?" Mary's face changed, and before she could come to her senses, she felt a sharp pain in her waist.

Raven put his right hand on her shoulder, but in his left hand, an enchanted dagger appeared, which he inserted into her waist and twisted hard.

"Ah——!" Nancy screamed, "Raven, what are you doing!?"

He was clearly looking like a lecher just now, how could he suddenly become like this?
The personal guards were also shocked and confused, not knowing why the Baron would suddenly kill them.

But, the next moment, the reason was before them.

There was no blood from the wound on Mary's waist, but instead there was a puff of black smoke spreading out.

She bent down, black saliva dripping from her mouth, and suddenly let out a sharp howl:

"what--"

Raven, who was closest to the place, was knocked over at once. Under the impact of the sound waves, the burning wood in the campfire flew with sparks and ashes, throwing Nancy out as well. The iron pot hit the wall, the hot soup spilled, and white steam filled the air!

The black smoke grew thicker until it completely enveloped Mary.

The bodyguards immediately became alert upon seeing this and picked up their weapons. At one point, there were five enchanted crossbows aimed at Mary!
Raven suppressed the nausea that was surging in his chest and gave a hoarse order: "Attack!"

The five crossbows were triggered at the same time, and five beams of fire pierced through the air and into the smoke.

But what surprised Raven was that the crossbow arrow that was powerful enough to penetrate and burn the leather armor of the half-monster beast failed to do its job. It was as if it had hit an invisible barrier. The flame on the crossbow arrow was swallowed up and extinguished by the black air, and then fell weakly to the ground.

A trace of uneasiness rose in Raven's heart, and he waved his hand suddenly: "Continue!"

Without any hesitation, the sound of dense footsteps rang out, and Volaf and others immediately thrust their spears and rushed forward.

Even a first-level transcendent cannot withstand the stabbing attacks of more than a dozen spears!
However, just as a dozen spears were about to pierce into the black fog, accompanied by a sharp scream, a group of crows suddenly flew out with a fluttering sound.

The eyes of crows should be black, but the eyes of these birds were blood red. They flapped their wings and rushed forward, attacking the guards with their beaks and claws.

Although they were not very strong, they were small in size and fearless, which immediately made the bodyguards so busy that they could no longer take care of anything else!
Volaf dropped his spear and drew out his sword. Under the stimulation of his fighting spirit, an icy blue light ignited on the sword. He waved the sword, and crows were trapped by the cold air and fell to the ground. They broke into pieces and turned into black smoke. The black smoke kept turning into new crows and were thrown into the battlefield, as if they could never be killed!
This method was completely beyond Raven's expectations. He wanted to chant a spell, but under the cover of the crows, he couldn't lock on Mary's position at all!
Nancy in the corner also gradually woke up at this moment. When she saw the scene in the field, she screamed in surprise: "You - you -"

Within the smoke and among the crows, a bloated and weird figure slowly walked out. It was not the pitiful beauty from before, but a complete monster!

Her skin was still black, but it had a lifeless grayness to it. Her head was as big as a pottery fig, with sparse white hair growing like weeds. Her black eyes had no pupils at all, her face was full of wrinkles, her nose was like an iron hook, and her mouth was just a thin slit.

Two withered, old arms were exposed, with nails that were exaggeratedly long, looking more like claws than human hands.

She was still wearing the same robe, which was covered with unknown stains, both new and old. Her belly was so big as if she was pregnant with quintuplets, and the stench was so pungent that even Nancy, who was more than ten meters away, could smell it!
"Witch!" Nancy revealed her identity in one word, rubbed her fingers on the ring, held a magic wand in her hand, and began to chant a spell.

"Silence!" An old and sharp voice came out of Mary's mouth. As she pointed at Nancy, a wisp of black smoke flew out and wrapped around Nancy's neck, making her face flush red and unable to utter a syllable.

Upon seeing this, Raven immediately suppressed the syllable that was about to come out of his throat, and his mind worked rapidly to find the next countermeasure.

Unlike magicians, witches do not need to chant spells or practice magic power. All their magical powers come from blood inheritance.

Half monster, half human.

Not a monster, not a human!
"Raven, Baron." The witch walked towards Raven step by step, bringing with her a fishy and cold wind. "I'm curious, how did you find out my identity?"

As soon as he saw Mary for the first time, Raven noticed that she was unusual.

Although she claimed to be a first-level dark warrior at the time, the energy flow in her body was obscure and difficult to understand, which was definitely not the way Dou Qi operated.

But at that time Raven really needed a guide, and it was much safer to keep this suspicious guy in front of him and in the open than to let a person with ulterior motives go and let him follow in the dark.

At this moment, under the reflection of the Eyes of Truth, the fog shrouding "Mary" was finally lifted.

Inky black energy flows through her body, and its quality is similar to Eric's, but its size is shocking, even comparable to that of a third-level knight!
Raven certainly wouldn't answer her question. Although his palms were sweating, his voice remained steady, stalling for time: "This question is too rude. You haven't even announced your name yet."

His eyes moved across Margaret's body, trying to find a fatal flaw, but the thick black air flowed without any weaknesses, as if it was naturally able to block prying eyes.

"Haha, you are a typical aristocrat." The witch laughed a strange and joyful laugh, not minding playing with her prey for a while longer: "In fact, I didn't lie completely. My full name is 'Margaret'. You can still call me 'Mary' affectionately like before."

"Now, can you answer my question?"

"Idiot." Raven sneered when he saw Volaf trying to get out of the crows. "Do you think I'm as stupid as you, and I'll tell you everything when asked a question?"

"I'm stupid?!" Margaret was indeed aroused by her competitive spirit, and she giggled as if she had heard the funniest joke on the continent:
"I originally just wanted to use you to get rid of Heleti. You just need to pretend that you didn't find out my identity, and we can continue to cooperate. It's not even impossible for you to have a romantic encounter with that beautiful body."

"But you chose to expose my identity at this time, so that all efforts failed. Aren't you the stupid one?" "Ha, if you say so, then so." Raven turned his head away with a disdainful sneer. If it wasn't for attracting Margaret's attention, this sentence would not even be worth his rebuttal.

He had never trusted Margaret, and he kept her around to use her abilities to achieve his own plans.

Now that he was about to take the final step of his plan, he couldn't allow this time bomb to remain with him.

To his regret, he did not expect that Margaret was so strong. Even though he struck first and hit her in the vitals, she still managed to counterattack and turned the passive situation into the active one.

"I know I won't survive." Raven sighed, his voice becoming deeper. "But considering the time we've spent together, can you agree to one thing I ask?"

Margaret crossed her arms over her chest, rubbing her slender, wet fingers together. "Oh? What's your request?"

"It's just..." Raven lowered his voice.

"Just what?!" Margaret's voice was full of impatience.

"That's it..." Raven suddenly yelled, "Please die!"

At the same time, Volaf finally rushed out from the flock of crows. His face and hands were covered with blood, and his nose was even scratched, but he still pounced on Margaret without hesitation!

The footsteps caught Margaret's attention. She turned back and sneered. A cloud of black insects spurted out from her rough palm: "Get lost!"

With a whoosh, Volaf was surrounded by the swarm of insects and crashed back into the flock of crows.

Margaret turned back with a triumphant look, only to see that an enchanted crossbow had appeared in Raven's hand.

A hand crossbow with dual enchantments of "power" and "penetration", equipped with a crossbow arrow with the "sharp" enchantment!

At this moment, Raven pulled the trigger of the crossbow.

"go to hell!"

There was a flash of fear in Margaret's eyes!
With a thud, the crossbow arrow pierced her heart, causing her to freeze in place with her mouth wide open and eyes full of disbelief.

"Huh..." Raven let out a long breath, put the crossbow on the ground, and was about to relax, but he immediately noticed something unusual.

The crows were still there, but Nancy's face had turned purple.

The witch is not dead yet!

puff.

A small scarecrow on Margaret's waist suddenly turned black, broke and fell to the ground, turning into a pile of ashes. She dusted off her clothes, and the crossbow arrow slid to the ground without leaving any wounds on her.

Raven's heart tightened, and he immediately took out his staff from his belt and pointed it at the witch.

With just one syllable, he can release the magic stored in it!
However, what he didn't expect was that Margaret, with a hideous grin on her face, rushed up at a speed that was disproportionate to her deformed body, and knocked the staff away with one hand!
Her rough palms pinched Raven's cheeks with a force as strong as an iron clamp. The muscles on his face felt like they were being torn apart, and Raven couldn't utter a single syllable.

The fishy breath can be smelled on the face.

The last resort was defeated, and a feeling of powerlessness began to spread in Raven's heart.

"My Lord Baron, your methods and thoughts are really shrewd!" She giggled, but her tone was full of anger: "I only have two substitute dummies in total, but you forced them all out. You are really amazing. This is a feat that even Heleti couldn't do!"

An inexplicable force flowed from her fingertips to Raven, making him feel that his breathing was becoming increasingly difficult, and the strength in his body was disappearing bit by bit. He raised his hand to move Margaret's palm away, but the force was so weak that it couldn't even kill a fly!
His face was reflected in Margaret's dark eyes, which made the latter feel extremely happy.

Eyebrows as sharp as knives, a full and smooth forehead, eyes as deep and moving as black crystals, and a straight nose and thin lips make his face look three-dimensional, handsome, and full of sexual tension.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a lovely expression." Margaret opened her mouth, revealing a mouthful of broken black teeth. The black tongue stuck out of her mouth like a snake and licked Raven's face hard: "It's rare to see someone as delicious as you."

Raven's expression was twisted as if he had eaten shit. The strength in his hands increased unconsciously, and his breathing became rapid, but he could not do anything to Margaret.

"Don't struggle, little darling." Margaret's voice suddenly became very soft, as if she was a mother humming a lullaby: "Your soul will indeed dissipate, but your body will serve me as its master. You will serve me well every day and use your clever tongue to clean every inch of my body, from the toes to the top of my head."

"I will let your army carry out your plan. Your woman will become my new substitute."

“What an honor!”

Raven's lips moved but no sound came out. A feeling of despair began to spread in his heart. His eyes wandered around and met Nancy's. There was no complaint in the latter's eyes, but there was endless reluctance and despair.

At this moment, Margaret's rough palm covered Raven's face, blocking out all light.

The roars and screams of the guards, the neighing of crows, and the sound of the wind outside the cave all disappeared. Raven could only hear one voice:
"Be a good baby to your mother."

The next moment, a thick black gas burst out from her hands.

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(End of this chapter)