Millennium Witch.

Chapter 127-126- Is this still human?

A few days later, in the dead of night.

Located in the city center, the church's sharp top, like the horns of a demon, pierces straight into the night sky. The Soulfire Saint stands here, his black, misty figure almost blending into the darkness.

He looked up at the night sky, where countless spirits, invisible to the naked eye, were wandering beneath the brilliant starlight, quietly slipping into every household.

But that wasn't enough. He would also have these spirits possess ordinary people one by one, digging into their experiences and secrets to ensure that he could capture every clue.

Such behavior is naturally harmful to the spirits of ordinary people, and he would not want to do it unless absolutely necessary.

But the time for the agreement between His Holiness the Pope and President John is fast approaching, and he must hurry.

Moments later, an entire block was silently searched. Thousands of spirits swarmed like locusts, forming ranks in the night sky as they pounced on their next target. If all went well, he could search one-tenth of the city in just one night.

That's enough, because in another place, many necromancers of the Holy Church are doing the same thing. With everyone working together, the investigation can be completed in a maximum of two days.

He closed his eyes and quietly manipulated the spirits as they soared invisibly through the city, until they approached a slum known as the Hive. Suddenly, he felt that the number of spirits he controlled had decreased significantly.

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked in that direction, the black mist around his body surging violently, as if expressing some kind of emotion.

……

Inside the rented room in the Hive, the lights came on. Seeing Yvette standing at the door, gently knocking, Liana sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes and asking sleepily, "What's wrong, sister?"

Number Zero was still asleep next to her, his slender limbs tightly wrapped around her body like a clingy white octopus.

“The cult has discovered this place; you need to prepare to move,” Yvette said.

"Huh?" Liana snapped back to reality, but after glancing at Zero and thinking for a moment, she decided not to wake her and asked instead, "Now?"

Yvette looked at the fireflies in the living room and asked, "What's going on now?"

"A major crisis, my friends!"

Firefly was actually quite safe, since it wasn't even on the wanted list, despite being an unnoticed magical puppet. It still seemed very nervous, shouting, "The Guardians and the police are on their way! They'll be there in 10 minutes at the latest! And I even saw military mechs on the surveillance footage! Liana, we need to hurry!"

In their plan, Liana, Zero, and Firefly would take a shortcut known only to the locals into the sewers, while Yvette would draw the cult's attention from above.

Of course, there will be enemies in the sewer system, but the environment here is too narrow. At most, there might be some guardians or undead. Magic mechs can't get in, and noble figures like the Soulfire Priest or the Reincarnation High Priest certainly won't appear.

Under these conditions, Liana could defeat ordinary enemies on her own, and if all else fails, she could wake up Zero.

However, Yvette consistently advised against waking Zero, believing that it was best for Zero to remain asleep from beginning to end.

Once she wakes up, the plan could immediately spiral out of control, plunging into an uncontrollable abyss.

"Okay!" Liana changed her clothes, got off the bed, and then put a small black cloak on the sleeping Zero.

Then, under the pressure of time, the three of them came to the dimly lit corridor outside the door.

Liana and Zero concealed their faces with hoods and masks; Firefly held a rune rifle from who-knows-where; only Yvette, like a snowflake falling in the dark night, with her blazing silver hair and trailing black dress, was exposed to the murky air without any disguise, looking exceptionally bright and eye-catching.

Of course, this is exactly the effect she needs to attract attention.

Upon arriving at the entrance to the underground passage, the hidden wooden door was lifted, revealing the passage below, and the group was about to part ways.

Liana carried Zero without any difficulty and turned to Yvette, saying, "Sister, be careful!"

At this moment, she began to regret her decision, feeling that it was indeed quite dangerous and that it would be better to escape together. However, she knew that things had been planned for a long time and couldn't be changed at the last minute—a principle even a ten-year-old understood. She earnestly reminded him, her eyes filled with worry.

“Don’t worry about me,” Yvette smiled. “I’m much stronger than you think.”

"Well...see you later." Liana gave her a deep look, a resolute expression appearing on her delicate face, and said to Firefly, "Let's go!"

Immediately, she hugged Zero tightly and, together with Firefly, disappeared into the depths of the underground corridor.

……

After Liana and the others disappeared into the shadows, Yvette left the hidden entrance and used earth magic to conceal it, ensuring she wouldn't be easily discovered.

She then walked down the stairs to the ground floor, and through a narrow, beehive-like path that resembled an intestine, until she arrived at the third floor of an old building.

At this moment, piercing sirens were already sounding on the outer streets, shattering the tranquility of the night and startling countless tenants in their cheap rooms.

But there were no shuttles flying in the sky, only evil spirits. The reason was simple—the entire Fusjiang was in a "no-fly zone," and all wind elemental spells would automatically dissipate. Only special forms of existence like souls could fly. Passing through the increasingly noisy corridor, Yvette saw that on the streets outside, police and guardians had blocked the exits and were beginning to advance in an orderly manner. Further away on the streets, magical mechs, like steel demons, strode heavily across the long street and reached the relatively wide intersection, where they stood, serving as heavy artillery emplacements.

The situation looked extremely dangerous, but Yvette remained remarkably calm.

She gathered her thoughts, then transformed into a crimson meteor, shooting out of the broken window of the honeycomb and crashing into the street below!
Screams rang in her ears, followed by shouts and interrogations. Before the encirclement could be formed, Yvette immediately turned around and, like an arrow released from a bow, charged towards the magical mechs at the nearest intersection.

"Looking for death." The pilot of the magical mech let out a contemptuous sneer, but it's no wonder he thought that way. Anyone who saw someone trying to challenge this war monster made by steel and iron with their own strength would have the same thought.

Let alone cyborgs or cyborgs, even top-tier level three or four mages wouldn't dare to do this!
Thus, accompanied by his cold laugh, the heavy cannons mounted on the arm of the magical mech went into full firepower, spewing deadly tongues of fire. Shells rained down like meteors, and an even denser stream of enchanted projectiles and a rain of light composed of various destructive spells poured down on the slender red figure like a storm.

No one would believe that anything could survive under such firepower; even top mages would have to temporarily avoid the onslaught.

Surprisingly, the red figure did not fall. Without the assistance of wind magic, her movements were not very agile. She tried her best to walk in an S-shaped curve to avoid the heavy artillery fire, but the thousands of bullets and magical torrents fell on her, yet they could not crush her for a long time.

Then, just as she approached within 20 meters of the magical mech, a sudden change occurred.

Her speed suddenly increased, and at the same time, a longsword made of pure white bones suddenly appeared in her hand, with blazing flames rising and wrapping around the blade, like a fiery dragon soaring into the sky!
In an instant, time seemed to freeze. The magic barrier shattered into starlight, and sword light, accompanied by waves of flame, sliced ​​through the air. Amidst the ear-piercing sound of metal tearing apart, a precious magical mech, worth billions and one of only ten in the entire Rustbone Free State, was actually cleaved in two by that slender figure!
boom--

The deafening explosion drowned out all the sirens. The intersection was like a small sun rising, with flames and shockwaves raging wildly. Metal fragments and road debris were sent flying in all directions like a deadly rainstorm, leaving behind a mushroom cloud that swallowed the entire intersection.

At the edge of the thick smoke, police officers, priests, soldiers… everyone was stunned. They had only received orders to find three little girls who had committed multiple serious crimes, threatened national security, and blasphemed against God. How could they have imagined that these little girls would possess such terrifying power?

Is this still human?

The church sends these ordinary humans, ordinary cyborgs, and ordinary mages to capture this kind of thing?
Who is arresting whom here?
On the scorching, parched earth, Yvette, gripping her flame-enchanted bone blade, slowly turned around, only to find that the previously intense hail of bullets had now fallen silent. The fully armed enemy soldiers stared at her like quails, their guns raised but their triggers frozen in fear, their expressions as if they had seen a ghost.

In fact, they had consumed a lot of Yvette's magic power; if this continued, the situation might change.

But if we did that, most of the people on site would die, and the credit would be taken by others who arrived later. Nobody wanted to be the sacrifice.

Beneath the silent smoke and dust, flames soared into the sky, and the evil spirits flying everywhere could no longer bear to watch.

They shrieked and lunged, but were quickly annihilated by the flames. Fire magic is inherently effective against spirits, and now that the spell incorporates soul flames, ordinary evil spirits would be destroyed in droves.

After some of the evil spirits suffered severe punishment, the remaining evil spirits multiplied in the sky, but none of them dared to come down.

These evil spirits all came from the necromancers among the priests. Once their evil spirits died, the attached spirits were gone, and they would suffer excruciating pain, as if their spirits were being torn apart. Seeing so many of their colleagues bending over in agony, the others naturally dared not continue to try.

For a moment, the situation seemed to be at a standstill. The silver-haired girl in the black dress stood still, holding a bone blade enchanted with flames, while the people surrounding her stared at each other, none of them daring to make the first move.

Yvette thought it was fine this way; she was just here to show off anyway. But soon, she suddenly realized something and turned to look at the roof of a building next to her. Sure enough, a dark figure was standing there quietly, looking down at her.

“Miss Wuming, you actually possess such strength. It was worth it for me to come looking for you in person,” said Soulfire Saint.

Yvette looked at him quietly without answering, thinking to herself, "As expected, the other party only sent a specially crafted clone; the real body is nowhere to be found."

Necromancers are indeed very cunning.

Fortunately, she has mastered Soul Flame, so even against enemies who are purely spiritual, her elemental magic can produce very impressive results.

After a moment, seeing Yvette remain silent and indifferent, Soulfire Saint had the intention to test the waters. He looked down at her, a ferocious skeleton materializing beside him, roaring as it lunged forward.

Yvette cleaved it in two with her sword, then started running forward. She couldn't fly now, so she could only use her momentum to rush up the stairs in one breath.

During the process, the bone blade in his hand transformed from raging fire into lightning, which was more effective against the undead, and was mixed with ghostly green soul flames.

The reason she used melee combat instead of ranged magic was because she had already consumed a significant amount of mana in the previous battle. The Soulfire Saintess was likely the strongest enemy she had ever encountered, so naturally she wanted to choose a strategy that optimized mana consumption.

Upon seeing this, the Soulfire Saint immediately retreated, and a large number of soul shadows floated out from the black mist around his body, condensing into several ferocious, fang-filled giant mouths of evil spirits that lunged to bite.

Yvette then brandished her bone blade, transforming it into a silver-green woven net that sliced ​​the evil spirits to pieces.

Soon, their battleground shifted from the ground to the rooftops of buildings. They leaped and bounded from rooftop to rooftop, appearing from afar like two fleeting silhouettes against a vast starry sky, chasing each other, neither giving way, sometimes colliding, sometimes separating.

A massive wave of elements and runes swept across every corner of the surrounding area. Even the slightest glimmer of lightning was like a bolt of lightning falling from the sky, easily splitting ancient roadside trees, as thick as several people could hug, into charcoal.

Even from several streets away, one could clearly feel the constant vibrations in the air, as if two ancient beasts were locked in fierce combat.

Meanwhile, atop a clock tower further away, legendary journalist Cromwell raised his camera and exclaimed excitedly, "Holy crap...that's fucking awesome!!"

"I want the whole world to see this live!!"

(End of this chapter)