Becoming a god by raising witches

She wanted to deal with Locke first, then Sieg.

Sieg stepped forward and cut off his hair, intending to help Locke.

Sheria reached out her hand, and an invisible force pressed Sieg down to the ground, creating a deep, human-shaped crater that was then covered by layers of soil.

Sieg was buried alive.

Sheryl can finally deal with the strange boy who stole her necklace and candle without worry.

Sheria's eyes turned crimson, and the skin on her face completely peeled off, leaving only muscle tissue attached to her skeleton.

She stuck out her tongue and licked Locke's face.

The boy's appearance actually matched her aesthetic standards quite well.

When Locke was licked like that, he suddenly felt that his bone structure had become more refined and handsome.

He bit his finger in time and regained consciousness.

As Sheria snatched the red crystal pendant from his neck, Locke reached out and forcefully stuffed the candy into Sheria's mouth. Sheria then bit Locke's hand. If Sig, who had crawled out of the "grave," hadn't appeared in time to ambush Sheria from behind, Locke's right hand would probably have been bitten off.

[Ding! Successfully fed the witch!]

[Randomly acquire one of the witch's abilities]

[Retrieving data...]

[Long Hair Art: Your hair can change length according to your will, carry a portion of your will, and possess a certain degree of aggression.]

[Path to Advancement: Kill 1000 people using your hair to advance to Long-Haired Assassin.]

[Long-haired Assassin: Can control other people's hair, even to the point of making the hair kill its owner.]

Locke was slammed to the ground by Sheria's hair.

Sheria turned around, glaring angrily at Sieg, her hair instantly enveloping him and lifting him into the air.

The hair transformed into the shape of fists, repeatedly pounding on Sieg's body.

Sig's soft sword vines wrapped tightly around Sheria, holding her securely, and he managed to make a sound.

"Newbie, run! Go back and find help!"

With each slapping sound, countless bruises appeared on Sieg's handsome face, and his body showed obvious signs of collapse.

Locke knew that once he left, Sieg would definitely be doomed.

Furthermore, given his own running speed, he couldn't run very far and was eventually forced to hide in the mirror.

Sheryl, who already knows the "mirror trick," will likely choose to wait in ambush, squatting in front of the mirror and waiting for herself to appear. In that case, she still won't be able to escape.

As for using [Life Control] to exchange for life, Locke rejected the idea when he saw that Sheria only had six months left to live.

They exchanged lives, but neither of them will live more than six months.

This is a huge loss.

Locke now has no choice but to fight, while Sieg is still alive and he still has teammates.

Chapter 56, Healthier After Greenery

He immediately put his newfound knowledge to use, activating the [Long Hair Art] ability. His black hair grew rapidly, transforming into two sharp swords that pierced through the witch Sheria's clone, which was being controlled by Sig in the sky.

Sheria let out a desperate scream, her eyes filled with disbelief and resentment.

"How could this be! You thief! Thief! Thief!!!! I curse you!"

Sheria's body eventually turned into pink dust and scattered on the ground.

Sig, covered in wounds, also fell from mid-air. Locke caught him in time with his long hair, preventing his buttocks from splitting in two.

"Thank you, Locke, you are truly the best newcomer I have ever seen."

Sieg stood up with difficulty and praised him generously.

If his eyes hadn't been so swollen they were barely visible, he would have playfully winked.

"Senior Sieg, something seems amiss."

Locke looked at the homeless people scattered all over the ground, their souls seemingly gone.

When the pink dust came into contact with the corpses, it did not return their stolen souls to their bodies. Instead, it caused spores to grow on the surface of their skin.

"Newcomer, don't be nervous. This is the trouble you encounter when you run into a witch. Leave the rest to me."

Sieg patted Locke on the shoulder, flashing his signature smile again, the sunlight reflecting off his teeth and making them gleam.

If his skin were a bit darker, he could even endorse Darlie toothpaste.

Locke thought to himself as he watched Sieg pull a silver talisman card with intricate patterns from his trench coat pocket.

As he chanted the complex incantation, a beam of green light shot out from the silver talisman, instantly covering a 100-meter radius and enveloping the contaminated corpses.

Wherever the green light shone, tender green shoots sprouted.

Even on the tops of Sieg and Locke's heads, tiny, tender green shoots sprouted.

Sieg immediately and nervously plucked the little creature from Locke's and his own head, letting out an awkward laugh.

"Hehe, we can't let this thing continue to grow, or it will turn your head into a green meadow."

Locke's lips twitched slightly.

The spores on the corpses of the homeless people on the ground stopped growing, and their skin was gradually covered with emerald green. Their bodies were like soil, covered with tender green shoots. The shoots swayed in the wind, and if you looked closely, you would find that they swayed at the same frequency, as if they were dancing together, which was bizarre and eerie.

This scene looked even more terrifying than the spores growing on their skin earlier.

"Senior, what exactly is this?"

"This is a life purification technique. Don't worry, their bodies will soon become one with the earth, becoming the most fertile soil in Kosork."

Sieg explained,

"The one we just dealt with was the Witch of Desire. After she dies, she will pollute a large area of ​​land, causing all non-living things here to be left with only the desire to mate, including those who were once living beings but have no soul. If left unchecked, those spores will take control of their bodies and begin to spread the pollution outwards continuously."

As Locke watched Sieg's skin gradually turn green while he continued to speak eloquently, he inexplicably felt a sense of déjà vu, like that of the Hulk.

He looked down at his exposed skin and saw that his hands had indeed turned green. Although no grass had grown yet, he felt that photosynthesis was not far off.

"Senior, is this alright for us?"

"Haha, this is just a minor side effect. It will only turn green for a day or two at most. We removed the parasitic plant in time. These green pigments can purify the dirt accumulated in our bodies. You will be healthier after the greening."

Sieg patted Locke on the shoulder. "Don't look so sad. You're still very handsome, just with skin that's more like a Beloso."

The Beloso people are people who live on the sea year-round. They are said to be descendants of human ancestors and fish. Their skin is an unhealthy blue, and their hair is also a seaweed-like blue.

Twenty years ago, it was confirmed that they looked like Smurfs because they had been living at sea for many years and suffered from a special disease that caused a reduction in the red pigment in their skin.

Locke had seen a related article in a magazine, which triggered his memories of that subject in Sieg.

Sieg was in a good mood. Although he had been beaten up and had two broken ribs, he had successfully completed an A-level mission with the new recruits, and he could earn a lot of merit points.

"Let's go back to the Bureau of Investigation. Newbie, could you please help me up?"

"Uh, okay, Senior Sig."

"Just call me Sieg."

“Sieg, it looks like you’ve grown a tail.”

Locke kindly reminded him.

Sieg looked behind him in confusion. Because of the battle with the witch Sheria, his clothes and pants were badly worn, and a patch of his buttocks was exposed, with tender green shoots growing out.

"Damn parasitic plant."

Sieg awkwardly reached out and plucked the grass off his buttocks, "That makes it easy to take advantage of a weakness."

Locke gave Sieg a strange look, then subconsciously reached up and touched his own buttocks. Luckily, he didn't have this strange thing growing on his buttocks like Sieg.

"The worse your physical condition, the easier it is to be parasitized. Normally, I wouldn't have to worry about this thing at all, but it can indeed purify impurities in the body."

"A former colleague of mine developed lung disease from smoking—it was practically at the stage of lung cancer—and was cured using parasitic plants. They remained green for about a year, and he was given a new lease on life."

"Unfortunately, he died in the North during his last mission. He was too lustful and fell for the witch's honey trap. Therefore, we must remain rational when facing witches."

Sieg clearly wanted to change the subject and get Locke off the fact that there was a parasitic plant growing on his butt.

Locke nodded in agreement, returned the ring that could evade attacks to some extent to Sig, picked up his own belongings that had fallen to the ground, and helped the limping Sig away from the abandoned building to the roadside.

The two hailed a carriage. The coachman sized up the two ragged, green-skinned men, wondering if they suffered from some kind of unspeakable, strange illness. He frowned and said...

"East District, 40 meters, not a single meter less."

Locke felt a little sorry for his newly bought clothes, which already showed obvious signs of damage, even after he had tried to protect them.

Superpowered combat is unpredictable, and he couldn't even remember when his clothes were torn.

Of course, compared to Sieg, his situation was much better.

Sieg's current attire is somewhere between a homeless person and a beggar.

No wonder the coachman had that expression.

Unfortunately, this area is remote and there are no rail trains. Even trolleybuses don't pass through the Cécile district. Fearing robbery gangs, only daring coachmen frequently venture here.