Millennium Witch.

Chapter 115-114- Spell Hijacking
The assassin's codename in Neon Nightmare is "Dead Finger." He belongs to the second tier of silver-ranked assassins and is the mainstay of most of Neon Nightmare's assassination orders.

The reason he was given this code name was that, as a genuine level four mage, he had long since combined his own style with a set of exclusive spells centered around the sharp weapon, the "iron rod."

He calls his unique magic "Piercing Technique," pursuing ultimate speed and penetrating power. Although the range is not far, it is almost indestructible at medium range. Even 8-level defensive spells of the same level, as long as the quality is lower than S-level, will be instantly pierced by his iron piercing technique, resulting in an instant kill.

Of course, the pincer attack just now did not break through the silver-haired girl's defense, and she even blocked it with her hand.

However, Deadham wasn't surprised, because this wasn't exactly a well-prepared ambush. He was still searching for the nameless man when the nameless man appeared on his own. It was just a chance encounter, a hasty and casual strike. If the nameless man had any real skill, it would be normal for him to be able to stop it.

Moreover, based on the red light flashing around the girl just now, he could roughly judge the level of her defensive technique.

A high-quality defensive spell centered on "force field magic," huh? That's a bit challenging... He sneered inwardly, lurking in the darkness as he quietly activated the spell.

Because he had taken special precautions to disguise himself, his spellcasting did not involve runic rings. Instead, it looked as if iron spikes flew out of his pouch and lined up in rows on his side, ready to strike.

On the muddy dirt road outside the woods, under the dim light of the streetlights, the silver-haired girl still stood in the same spot, bathed in the rain falling from the sky, seemingly unaware of the impending attack.

After waiting a while and not hearing Deadham explain what Neon Nightmare was, the girl said again, "I've never heard of it."

The tone sounded almost honest, making Deadham want to laugh. He thought to himself that such a clumsy excuse, coupled with such an innocent look, meant that Miss Nameless could switch careers to the entertainment industry instead of becoming a mercenary.

"It's a pity there will be no future," he thought, then waved his hand forward, as if commanding soldiers, to make the iron rods spread out and shoot towards her from different directions.

"Die!" Dead Skewer muttered to himself, as if he could already see the silver-haired girl being pierced through the heart by a thousand skewer blades and dying in agony.

A barrage of iron spikes rained down on the silver-haired girl, blinding red light flashing across her body as countless cracks appeared. In just a few breaths, her high-quality defensive spells were already crumbling, and she seemed close to death.

Just when Deadham thought he had completed his mission, the red light shattered, and instantly, another layer of defensive magic composed of countless red runes appeared on the silver-haired girl's body, protecting her from injury.

There's another layer? Dead Chisel was surprised, but the attack didn't stop. He still had two-thirds of his specially made iron chisel in his pocket, more than enough to take down this target.

Continuing to manipulate the iron rod to launch attacks, one layer shattered after another. After breaking through three layers of defensive spells, seeing that there was still one layer below, the expression on the dead rod finally changed.

He's almost out of the special iron rods he needs to cast rod magic!
Why hasn't the other side fallen yet?

What's with that strange red defensive spell? Why does one layer keep appearing even after the first one is destroyed? How many layers are there below?
As a professional assassin, upon seeing this, Dead Chip quickly realized something was wrong and considered backing out, though he felt a pang of regret. His iron chisels were very expensive, and now, like spilling water, most of them had been wasted—a classic case of trying to steal a chicken but losing the rice instead.

He cursed under his breath, then turned to leave. He possessed a unique light and shadow magic that allowed him to blend into the darkness, making him undetectable to the naked eye. Using this technique, he always managed to escape unscathed whenever he attacked at night, even if he failed.

But just as he turned and left without a word, a calm voice, like that of a female ghost, echoed behind him: "You're here."

How did she find me?!
Dead Spike was horrified and instinctively wanted to turn around and retaliate. However, due to years of using only spike techniques for assassination and often striking and fleeing without engaging in direct combat with his target, his mastery of other techniques had become quite rusty. He waved his hand to unleash a "Flame Fist" that he hadn't used in years, but forgot to cast a physical enhancement spell on himself. The silver-haired girl grabbed his wrist, twisted it slightly, and locked it behind his back, rendering him unable to move.

Before he could finish casting the spell, the silver-haired girl kicked him in the stomach again, like kicking a stray dog ​​off the roadside, sending him flying into a tree and snapping the already thin sapling in half.

"Spare me...spare me...I was just...doing it for money..." Dead Scalp curled up on the ground like a shrimp, saying in pain.

He had just cast a defensive spell on himself, but the girl's kick, imbued with powerful wind magic, shattered his defensive spell in an instant.

This is quite unbelievable. The only explanation is that the wind magic accompanying her kick was a high-level spell with a power of at least 6. Yet, such a high-level spell was executed so simply and unpretentiously, with minimal movement and low elemental fluctuations... Could it be that her control over spells has reached a level of divine skill?
How skilled do you have to be to do that?
...When she reached the spot in front of the dead man, Yvette stopped.

The reason she stood still and endured the barrage of spears wasn't to show off how impenetrable her four layers of crimson armor were, but rather to use the marks left by her opponent's movements with the spears to pinpoint their exact location. Otherwise, even with the enhancement of light and shadow magic, she wouldn't have been able to distinguish the assassin from the surrounding darkness once she was right in front of him.

Now that the other party has revealed themselves, things are much easier. Instead of making a move, she asked, "Who placed the order?"

“I…I don’t know…The employer’s identity is confidential, and I can only choose from the list issued by the organization…I only know who the person to kill is…” Deadham said, then hurriedly added when he saw Yvette narrow her eyes, “That’s how it is in this line of work…otherwise, if we could sell out the employer’s information at any time, where would the organization’s credibility come from?”

That makes some sense, but what use are you if you can't offer anything? Yvette's gaze fell on Dead Steel, growing even colder.

"I...I can buy my own life! Miss Nameless, what do you think?" Dead Razor hurriedly said, "Otherwise, if I die, the organization will also target you, which isn't a good thing for you, right?"

This is of course a lie.

For Neon Nightmare, the death of his assassins is no big deal. Being an assassin is a profession with a high mortality rate. If an assassin dies because he is not strong enough, and the organization has to pay for it, then Neon Nightmare would have offended all the forces in the world long ago.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that as an assassin organization, Neon Nightmare's operating style is not only profit-driven but also quite "underhanded." Only because Yvette is a lone wolf would she be allowed to become a target. If it were an executive from one of the Big Eight companies, Neon Nightmare would most likely not even take the job.

How much money can you spend to buy your own life?

“50… no, how about 100!” the assassin said through gritted teeth.

"Only 100 million? Is your life worth that much?"

"How much...how much do you want?"

"200w."

"I...I need some time to raise funds, wait for me..." Siqian said through gritted teeth, seemingly having helplessly accepted reality, but in reality, his mental energy had already been concentrated on a certain spot on his thigh.

There, he secretly hid a specially made iron rod, his trump card, so powerful that it could even penetrate the spell defenses of a level five mage. All he had to do was stealthily connect with the opponent using a spell when they weren't looking...

He operated with extreme care, his heart pounding. But just a dozen seconds later, when he finally managed to connect with the iron rod using the most discreet method, the next second, with a "thud," the iron rod suddenly moved forward and pierced straight through his heart.

"?!" Dead Razor's eyes widened in astonishment. He then noticed the silver-haired girl's calm expression and suddenly realized what was happening. He said incredulously, "You... you've hijacked... my magic..."

Yvette remained silent, indicating her agreement.

Dead Chip trembled. As a killer who lived on the edge, he was mentally prepared to die during a mission, but he never imagined he would die like this. He was a level four mage, after all; to have his spells, at this level, hijacked silently was something he never even dared to dream of!

She's a level 5 mage? But could a level 5 mage really keep him completely unaware while he's being held hostage?
Could it be that she is actually six...?

Thinking of this, Si Qian's eyes widened suddenly, wondering how this could be? A level six mage was a national treasure, how could he have encountered one in this desolate wilderness?

But the rest of his life was not enough for him to continue thinking. Filled with endless doubt and regret, the life in his eyes faded, and he never moved again.

(End of this chapter)