Millennium Witch.

Chapter 105-104- Inspiration
As the light flashed, countless images shattered and cracked before my eyes, revealing a normal world that had returned to normalcy.

Cromwell looked around, but there was no longer any of those terrifying eyes or translucent ghostly claws. Only the overhead lights were still shining, illuminating everything around them.

“Miss Wuming, was that… a ghost?” He immediately understood and asked in a dry voice, tinged with gratitude.

Fusjiang is a border city of the Rustbone Free State, which is also the birthplace of the Holy Spirit Cult. Encountering the dead here is perfectly normal.

As a mage of some skill, Cromwell had never had any contact with the undead. He had only heard that they feared fire magic, and he thought that with his Water Flame, he should be able to handle them.

But he never expected that the methods of the dead would be so terrifying and bizarre. If it weren't for the unfathomable Miss Wu'er by his side, he dared not imagine what kind of nightmare he would have suffered and died in agony.

“It should be,” Yvette said, looking in a certain direction in the darkness. “It escaped. It shouldn’t be a wandering ghost; someone must be manipulating it.”

The spirit that had been hiding in the shadows had launched some kind of attack from the branch of soul magic against the two of them. It could have been an illusion, a mind spell, or something else, but Yvette quickly noticed it, caught its true form, and drove it away with a barrage of spells.

Unfortunately, it would be fine if it were a skeleton or a zombie, but the opponent is a pure spirit, which is immune to most attack methods, including but not limited to physical attacks, water, ice, earth, wind and other elemental magic.

As a result, her few attack methods that can directly damage spirits are only lightning magic and fire magic, and their effects will be reduced, making it impossible to kill them quickly.

She felt somewhat helpless about this. But there are two main ways to inflict high damage on evil spirits, a special kind of being.

One type is the sunlight magic branch under the light and shadow magic, which has a special effect on all undead creatures.

Another branch is "spiritual/mind magic" under soul magic, which is effective against all spirits.

However, both of these kinds of knowledge are very difficult to acquire, and she doesn't know much about either of them.

So right now, it's really troublesome for Yvette to kill an evil spirit. She has to chase after it and slowly wear it down with lightning and fire magic.

I don't know if my pure white tentacles will have any effect on spirits... but it feels a bit uncertain, since the pure white tentacles' devouring ability currently only targets matter...

Yvette shook her head, then heard Cromwell ask worriedly, "There are undead here. Won't the Holy Spirit Cult come and get us later?"

“In Rustbone, the Holy Spirit Church is a legitimate orthodox religion. They shouldn’t go to such lengths for a group of human traffickers; that would give the federal government an excuse to attack Rustbone,” Yvette analyzed.

“That’s true…” Cromwell felt relieved.

In the United States of New Eden, the Holy Spirit Church is considered a cult, but in some smaller states, and in the Rustbone Free State, it is not only a legitimate religion but also a rather righteous and sacred figure.

Even the locals of Rustbone believe that the so-called cult is nothing more than international persecution and slander against the Holy Spirit Sect. They think it must be international jealousy of the Holy Spirit Sect's magical technology that has led to this united suppression. The claims about experimenting on human souls and human trafficking are fake news and simply do not exist.

In this situation, as long as the Holy Spirit Sect wants to maintain stability and preserve its image, it cannot do anything too outrageous.

Then Cromwell suddenly remembered something and asked with some admiration, "Miss Nameless, how did you see through those illusions and discover that spirit?"

Attacks on the soul level are indiscriminate; even powerful cyber mages and ordinary people don't differ much in terms of spiritual strength. Without targeted equipment or corresponding countermeasures, even experts can easily be defeated by evil spirits.

Yvette said somewhat uncertainly, "It... wasn't hidden very well, I found it at a glance..."

You found it at a glance?
Are you an inspiration expert?

Cromwell was a little skeptical, thinking that Miss Nameless might be deliberately being evasive, so he could only sigh and laugh, "Truly worthy of being Miss Nameless... I was almost scared to death, that thing was terrifying, nothing like horror movies can compare..."

Yvette looked at him in surprise and said, "Is it scary?"

"Yeah, uh, wasn't that scary?" Cromwell asked, somewhat puzzled, and immediately described what he had just seen.

Because of his years of writing, his expression was vivid and evocative, making the reader feel as if they were there, as if they could see those horrific scenes unfold before their eyes if they closed them. Yvette remained silent.

This was completely different from what she had seen.

Well, if Cromwell were seeing a terrifying horror movie, what she was seeing might just be a poorly made... stick figure?

Were those bloody eyeballs on the walls actually real? Were those translucent human hands at my feet actually real?

Why is it that in her eyes, it's just a blurry mosaic, something she can't even see clearly?

On the contrary, the translucent evil spirit that launched a sneak attack, despite being hiding in the shadows, was still spotted by her at a glance.

With that in mind, she felt the answer should be revealed.

Yes, it's just a difference in inspiration.

To put it more bluntly, years of dedicated sleep have given her a much higher level of mental strength than the average person.

Although she had little knowledge of soul magic and no means of defense, her health was incredibly high. The soul attacks launched against her by evil spirits were like mosquito bites; they might make her itch for a while, but that was about it.

……

Having been tested in actual combat, Yvette felt somewhat at ease about her spirit body and was no longer worried about being ambushed with mental magic.

The two continued down the mostly destroyed staircase and finally reached the place where Cromwell and the other two had been imprisoned. They reached out and pushed open the door.

The red-haired youth Donil was here, along with several other people, both men and women, one of whom was Donil's girlfriend.

When the door was pushed open, they were initially extremely nervous, each gripping their makeshift weapons tightly. But after seeing who it was, Donil immediately breathed a sigh of relief and introduced, "You're safe, everyone... This is the Miss Nameless I told you about! See, I didn't lie to you!"

The image of the silver-haired, red-eyed beauty was indeed unforgettable and extremely rare. After matching Donnie's description, the victims in the room immediately became excited and erupted in a brief, low cheer.

Yvette looked at Donnell and asked, "Where's Reese?"

“He’s in the next room,” Donil said, calling out from the doorway of another room, “Come out! Miss Nameless is back!”

Almost simultaneously, Rhys emerged from the next room, followed by several other survivors with unfamiliar faces. They were all ragged, their eyes filled with the bewilderment of surviving a catastrophe, mixed with an incredulous light.

Adding up the victims from both rooms, and including Cromwell, Donnell, and Rhys, there were a total of 18 rescued victims.

After counting the number of people, Yvette was very happy, thinking that she had earned 180 million.
This is even easier than the werewolf killer mission...

She then asked, "Are there any other parks around here?"

She remembered hearing from human traffickers that two little girls had been caught in other parks nearby, perhaps not far from here.

A thin man standing behind Donnell hesitated before speaking: "...Yes, it's diagonally across, about a kilometer away. Those scumbags mentioned it when they were communicating with each other... It seems that these are the only two places in this area that are 'industrial parks'."

He pointed in the darkness towards a shadowy direction with more low-rise buildings.

“Okay.” Ivy nodded. Since she was going to crack down on them anyway, she might as well crack them all down at once, so she could make more money.

Doniler, Rhys, and the others exchanged glances, wondering if the nameless young lady's tone meant that taking down one industrial park wasn't enough, and she wanted to take down another one as well.
Isn’t this too fierce?

(End of this chapter)