Millennium Witch.

Chapter 124-123- Soulfire Saint
As six elemental spells—lightning, fire, wind blades, rocks, water arrows, and ice bullets—were thrown into the surging sea of ​​bones in double the usual quantity, Lind immediately knew this was no bluff.

The raging torrent of magic transformed into a tangible energy tide, forcefully pushing and tearing in all directions. The skeleton army, which had surged like a tidal wave just moments before, collapsed layer upon layer like wheat fields struck by a hurricane, turning into towering dust amidst flashes and explosions.

What Linde found even more incredible was that firing 12 spells simultaneously would consume 12 times the magic power, and these were high-level spells with considerable damage. What kind of modifications had she made, and what kind of artificial core had she installed, that allowed her to sustain herself for so long without any sign of it running out?

A few minutes later, after repeatedly dodging behind his summoned creatures until there was nowhere left to hide, Lind used a magic barrier to hold on for a while before turning to run.

By this time, the commotion had been going on for quite a while. To avoid any complications, Yvette gave chase. Her wind magic was far superior to Lind's in both proficiency and spell quality, making the chase very easy. She then immediately pierced Lind's chest with Pure White Touch.

This wouldn't kill him immediately, but it pierced the artificial magic core within his body. With the magic output cut off, he instantly went from a mage to a mortal.

Stepping onto the grass that had been plowed countless times by magic, Yvette, bathed in the cold, frosty silver moonlight, walked up to Lind, like a cold-blooded grim reaper, making Lind's heart tremble with fear.

"You...who exactly are you..." Linde said in terror, his weak body wriggling backward. He was a completely different person from the general who possessed Hoyle that night and had an aura of dominance over the world.

Of course, this can also be seen as a drawback of necromancers. They are very good at pretending to be supernatural and their attacks are relatively safe, but if their true form is caught, they are far less effective than normal elemental mages.

Yvette watched him silently, then wondered if she should extort some money before killing him. It felt a bit too much of a loss of class... but not extorting money seemed like such a waste...

Just then, a solid shadow appeared in front of Yvette, causing Lind, who was struggling, to freeze for a moment before revealing an expression of wild joy.

"Lord Saint!" he cried out as if he had found a lifeline, both to express his respect and to warn the silver-haired girl opposite him not to make any rash moves.

"A Saint?" Yvette looked at the black, mist-like figure before her, and, confirming that it was merely a holographic image projected from the terminal, immediately relaxed. "Which Saint?"

"I am the Soulfire Saint," the humanoid black mist in white robes said in a completely indifferent tone. "Are you Nameless?"

Yvette gave a faint "hmm".

"Release Linde, return the Soul Brain, and 'refute' your false reports about this place to the outside world. Today's matter will be wiped clean," said Soulfire Saint.

“What if I said I don’t want to let him go, I don’t want to lie, and I don’t intend to return the spoils to you?” Yvette narrowed her eyes.

In an instant, the air seemed to freeze. After a long silence, a clear chill finally appeared in the voice of the Soulfire Saint, like a glacier floating on the North Sea. He said coldly and contemptuously, "You can try."

puff--

The moment the words left his mouth, a blade of wind flew past, severing Linde's neck. Warm blood gushed out like a fountain, drawing a brief but tragic rainbow in the moonlight.

Before Linde could even scream, his head, frozen in shock and pleading, rolled down and landed at the feet of the Soulfire Saint's projection.

"Very good." With these words uttered coldly, Soulfire Saint's figure vanished. It was unclear whether the projection had been manually shut down or whether Linde's death had caused his terminal to automatically shut down.

Only a faint smell of blood and the burnt smell of magic remained in the air. Yvette was silent for a moment, then her gaze fell on the general's head on the ground.

Considering that the Holy Spirit Cult possessed necromancy, she struck Lind's head a few more times to prevent resurrection.

Only after ensuring that the biological brain had been chopped into mincemeat and the remaining spirit body had been smashed to pieces by her lightning and fire magic did she touch the headless corpse and pick up a 10-level magic terminal.

Like the SoulBrain, Linde's magical terminal also has a rigorous authentication process, requiring considerable time to hack and modify.

She put away the magic terminal, preparing to merge into the darkness and return to the hive, but suddenly thought of something else, and felt a little worried.

The general is dead, but he has also become a major enemy of the Holy Spirit Cult. Under these circumstances, can she still get the final payment from Hoyle?

……

The Hive was darker than other areas of Fusjiang in the latter half of the night. There were no holographic advertisements here; the colorful neon lights mostly came from discarded light boards salvaged from the junkyard. Old buildings were connected by illegal structures, and in the capillary-like corridors and staircases, white light bulbs emitted a faint glow, seemingly about to vanish at any moment.

Unlike many heavy industrial cities, Fusijiang has many stars at night, and you can see a vast starry sky when you look up.

As she flew across the starry sky and landed on the rooftop of a building in the Hive, Yvette saw Zero there as well. Surprisingly, she wasn't asleep but sitting on a stool, gazing up at a corner of the starry sky. Her face lacked its usual madness and evil; she looked remarkably calm, even somewhat lonely and isolated.

Yvette followed her gaze to the night sky and found her staring at a lone cross-shaped star in the south.

"What's so special about that star?" Yvette asked, keeping a certain distance. Without Liana present, she couldn't really judge Zero's behavior.

Zero ignored her but looked away. She yawned wearily and said unsteadily, "Take me back to my room."

"No need to see me out," Yvette said coldly, taking two steps back.

Hearing Yvette's icy tone, Zero smiled again. She didn't say anything more, her petite body swaying as she went downstairs, yawning incessantly as she walked, looking extremely sleepy.

Yvette followed far behind her, and suddenly began to suspect that Zero was somehow spying on her and the general's battle from a distance. Otherwise, it was impossible to explain why someone who was so sleepy could stay up all night on this rooftop.

Anyway, they definitely didn't come here specifically to welcome her back.

Thinking of the Soul Brain and Terminal she had acquired, she was somewhat satisfied, but the thought that Soulfire Saint might be plotting revenge against her immediately made things complicated again.

Let's maintain the status quo for now, at least until she cracks the firewall between the Soul Brain and the terminal within the next couple of days. Once she acquires knowledge of necromancy, she should have an effective way to fight against the Soulfire Saint.

(End of this chapter)