Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

After listening, Wayne did not blame Ryan.

"You did a good job."

He was startled.

He had originally thought that Wayne would be angry after hearing this, or at least question him. After all, the loss of control of the Divine Servant Team, which led the main force deep into the fifth level, and the imminent activation of the Divine Corpse, were all rooted in his vacillation over the past ten years.

Renn remained silent for a long time.

"My lord...you don't blame me?"

"What's it to you?" Wayne retorted. "Is it because you wanted to save your woman? Or because you didn't want 100,000 people to die?"

Wayne merely glanced at him: "These two choices would be difficult for anyone. You neither completely betrayed the gods nor were you heartless enough to sacrifice the entire city; you simply endured ten years in the cracks. If I were you, I would have made the same choice."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a commotion came from the depths of the fog.

Whispering sounds rose from all around, followed by a dense chorus of footsteps coming from all directions.

Wayne looked around.

Figures began to emerge from the fog—one, two, ten, dozens, a hundred…

Some of them resemble humans, while others are completely twisted, with limbs bent backwards, bone spurs protruding from their skin, and mouths stretched wide to their ears, revealing rows of fine, sharp teeth.

New figures continued to emerge from the thick fog.

The figures in the depths of the fog grew denser.

Wayne glanced around and counted at least a hundred questions.

"Raine said to Wayne next to him."

"Sir, they've come out."

Wayne watched the figures constantly emerging from the mist.

"I saw it."

He withdrew his gaze and called out into the depths of the fog.

"Celia, I know you're here. I need your help."

The fog calmed down for a moment.

Then, a figure slowly emerged from the mist.

Her long, dark red hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her skirt trailed on the ground, stained with mud. She walked slowly, but each step carried an air of pressure.

Celia.

Or rather, it was jealousy that had reverted to its demonic nature.

She stopped a few steps away, arms crossed, her tone laced with a hint of lazy teasing: "You certainly know how to find people. What, knowing I was awake, you specifically called me out to help?"

"Now that you're awake, stop watching the show." Wayne looked at her. "I need your help, and I know the rules about payment."

Celia gave a soft hum, without denying it.

She snapped her fingers, and a circle of dark red patterns appeared beneath her feet. The patterns rapidly spread outwards, and wherever they passed, the surging demons retreated as if they had been burned.

Curses came from all directions.

"Celia! You're a demon, helping humans?"

"Traitor! Have you forgotten your own bloodline?"

"You will be rejected by the abyss!"

Just then, Celia spoke up.

She glanced at the distorted figures in the mist, her tone blatantly disdainful.

"I believe that you've been in this city for so long that you've forgotten where you came from."

The abyss sent you up here to scavenge scraps where the gods slumber, not to make you think you're the masters of this city. And who I help and who I don't—is it any of your business to tell me what to do?

The moment Celia finished speaking, a dark shadow shot up.

"Kill her!"

It was a toad-shaped demon with grayish-green skin covered in warts. It opened its blood-red maw and sprayed a stream of murky acid at Celia.

The toad demon hissed.

Celia didn't even turn her head.

She raised her hand and pointed, and the dark red flames condensed into a thin barrier in mid-air. The acid hit it, hissed, and evaporated completely while emitting white smoke.

The next second, the red figure had vanished from the spot.

Before the toad demon could close its mouth, a slender hand appeared on its forehead.

The fire of the abyss burns fiercely.

The toad demon's body seemed to be squeezed violently by an invisible hand. With a muffled croak, its entire body exploded into a pile of charred fragments, which fell to the ground and began to smoke.

"How dare a low-level demon boast like this?"

The surrounding sounds fell silent for a moment.

But soon, more growls rose from the fog.

Celia flicked the dust off her fingers, glanced back at Wayne, and said, "What are you looking at? It won't take me long to clean up this mess. You go do what you're supposed to do."

"Over a hundred of them, can you handle them all by yourself?"

Celia smirked: "Who said I'm alone?"

She stomped her foot on the ground.

I have been missing for almost a century, and it seems that some people are already forgetting who I am.

She stomped her foot on the ground.

Dark red lines suddenly spread out from her center, extending across the entire street. Wherever the lines passed, flames seeped from cracks in the ground, and then, jet-black creatures crawled out of the cracks.

These creatures were small and resembled dogs, but were covered in black and red scales and had fire-like eyes.

They are Celia's retinue.

Dozens of fire hounds surged out of the crack, crouching low and growling at the demon in the mist.

Celia clapped her hands, her tone relaxed: "Alright, that's enough for me. Go do what you need to do, don't just stand here in the way."

Wayne looked at her and nodded.

"Thank you!"

Wayne and Ryan quickly retreated to the backstreet.

The fog didn't catch up, but the low, hissing sounds still came from all directions, clearly audible even several streets away. A plume of black smoke was rising from the east of the city, and the muffled thuds of collapsing buildings could be faintly heard.

Just as the two stood at the alley entrance, a figure silently descended from the rooftop and knelt on one knee in front of Renn.

The newcomer was dressed in a tight-fitting gray-black bodysuit, with most of his face covered by a mask, revealing only a pair of sharp eyes.

"Lord City Lord."

Renn nodded slightly: "Go ahead and speak."

"The fog walls in the north and west of the city are approaching the residential areas. Demons have appeared in three streets, not many, but the number is increasing. The situation in the south of the city is relatively stable, and the magical barrier in the east can still hold, but it is not expected to last until dawn."

He paused, then added, "The people from the church have already withdrawn. The main force of the Divine Servant Corps is still in the lower levels, and they can't be contacted in the city right now."

"Understood." Renn nodded. "You take your men and hold the eastern position, and try to slow down the demons' attack."

"Understood, Lord City Lord."

After speaking, the guard quickly left.

Wayne glanced at the retreating figure and asked.

"When did you start hiring bodyguards?"

"Some of them were people who had nowhere else to go in the outside world and were swallowed up by this city, while others were orphans who grew up in this city. I gathered them up one by one and secretly trained them using the resources of the Divine Servant Team. It took me ten years to accumulate this force."

"Do the Divine Servant Team know of their existence?"

"I don't know." Renn shook his head. "They've always been referred to by their numbers here; they never show their faces."

"clear."

The two remained silent for a moment.

Raine spoke first, his tone serious: "My lord, I must stay. The situation in the upper city needs me to oversee it. If I'm not there, the city's order will completely collapse before dawn."

Wayne looked at Ryan.

"I'm leaving the rest to you."

"My lord, as for what's below..." Renn's gaze darkened slightly.

I tried my best.