Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 362 So you can scream for help too! (3.6K)

To be honest, Klein originally thought that once the witch ascended to become Pleasure, due to her special way of playing the role, the harm she would cause to society would not be as great as the first three sequences.

However, he now understands a principle.

That is, in this world, the evil and justice of extraordinary means cannot represent a person's concept of good and evil, nor can it fully explain the cruelty and indifference of people's hearts.

Only the human heart, only desire, only cruelty and distortion ingrained in one's bones, can make people so enjoy this evil that ordinary people cannot tolerate.

"Sylvie, we are witches. Spreading pain is not something we can control. The whole world is twisted and insane. If we want to get closer to the origin, we must walk the path that the origin walked."

Jessica stepped forward to comfort her silent subordinate, whose dark eyes were bloodshot. She seemed to have forgotten her earlier mockery, and she was quite adept at using the carrot and stick tactic.

No one is born evil, and the witch's path may have been destined from the very beginning.

But Klein almost laughed in anger when he heard this sophistry.

"So, since the original ate shit, you're going to eat shit too?"

Klein, with his long, straight black hair and androgynous beauty, suddenly looked up. His words were ruthless, and with just one sentence, he made the "witch of pleasure" who had come to his side freeze in place.

Klein's aura suddenly turned majestic, and two blinding lightning bolts seemed to flash in his eyes as an invisible attack from the spiritual level arrived in an instant.

what! ! !

Two pitiful screams echoed in the tightly closed servants' room. The Sequence Six witch's head snapped back, her body stiffening for a second. Her face twisted into a demonic contortion, and her head throbbed with excruciating pain, as if pierced by steel needles.

The long-faced man fared even worse. Being just an ordinary person, he had no magic potion to enhance his spiritual strength. He could only let out a scream before collapsing to the ground, his life hanging in the balance.

This is a writhing hunger, this is the interrogator's spiritual piercing!

"You are not her!!!"

In the midst of this sudden attack, Jessica instantly realized what was happening.

Without hesitation, black flames erupted from her body, which was still convulsing from the lingering pain, while a long ice spear refracting seven-colored light condensed in her palm.

The moment the spear appeared, the temperature in the room dropped several degrees. She raised her hand, about to throw the ice spear, and retreated, when she felt an invisible fear. Her well-organized counterattack inevitably became chaotic.

The feeling of being watched by a predator at the top of the food chain made the Witch of Pleasure tremble slightly, and even the ice crystal spear that had locked onto the enemy tilted and fell to the ground.

The psychologist was intimidated!

In ancient times, during the Second Age, this extraordinary ability had a more fitting name for its effects.

Dragon's Might!

Based on his understanding of witches and his deep impression of Mrs. Sharon, Klein already knew what kind of life-saving methods a witch might have.

Therefore, instead of immediately drawing his revolver to blast the mature woman's head, he used an intangible yet effective mental attack to wear her down.

A substitute can evade magical damage and physical gunfire, but it cannot evade mental attacks aimed at spirits!

It's so fast that by the time you realize what's happening, there's no time for your Stand to take the damage.

The glove on his right palm was once again stained with a brass color, and Klein's vertical pupils flashed with a chilling, blinding lightning once more.

Interrogators, piercing the spirit!

Jessica was given no chance; the mental attack was followed by another mental attack.

Humph……

Blood spilled from the corners of her nose and eyes, and the intense pain in her head, as if pierced by an iron skewer, made the mature woman groan. However, unlike before, she was not paralyzed and unable to move. With some preparation, she managed to retain some of her rationality.

With a flick of her finger, the Witch of Pleasure sent a gold coin to the ground with a delightful, crisp sound. As the coin appeared, Klein's gaze shifted, and an irresistible greed surged within him. He instinctively reached for the coin instead of immediately engaging "Dragon's Might."

Seeing this, Jessica's lips curled into a cold smile. She muttered a few incantations, her figure fading away and disappearing without a trace from the servants' quarters.

Mental piercing cannot lock onto enemies that cannot be found.

One invisible spider silk after another appeared. They were invisible to people but they definitely existed. Just as Klein was aroused by his greed and went to pick up the gold coins, he suddenly felt his body become sluggish and he could not move his feet. It was as if something was binding his movements.

People die for wealth, birds die for food. Klein, whose greed was aroused, was like a small insect lured into a spider web. Although he realized something was wrong, it was too late.

Oh no! It's that extraordinary power to arouse desire, and the spider silk of the pleasure witch.

The detective's expression changed, and he immediately realized what was happening. He first used meditation techniques to suppress the abnormal desire, and before the spider silk could wrap around his fingers, he snapped his fingers.

Crimson flames surged from A's shirt pocket, and under Klein's control, the flames instantly rose more than three meters high, burning away the invisible spider silk that surrounded them completely in the blink of an eye, leaving no trace.

This is the magician's manipulation of fire, while the witch of pleasure's spider silk is afraid of fire.

After regaining his mobility, Klein stepped on the gold coins and cautiously scanned his surroundings. However, even though he had activated his spiritual vision as the "Faceless Man," he still couldn't find the Pleasure Witch who had already disappeared.

Compared to the "Magician's" flashy moves, the "Witch's" extraordinary abilities are clearly more dangerous. However, I'm not just a "Magician," let's see where you can hide now.

As Klein's thoughts raced, she pulled a piece of paper from a hidden spot in her pocket. Her long, slender, feminine fingers were incredibly dexterous; in the blink of an eye, the white paper transformed into a cylindrical, dangerous object with a long, drawn thread at its head.

If you were to buy it, this tube of explosives would cost a full 5 soulas in Kaspas, but its current cost is just a drop in the ocean.

If it weren't for the fact that the creations of the "Craftsmen" require spiritual energy to maintain, Klein would have long ago covered himself with explosives and blown up anyone he didn't like.

After much hesitation, in order to control the power, he used his palm force to break the paper-made explosive in half.

If this servants' quarters were blown up, it might attract other enemies, which is why Klein didn't fire his gun earlier. But there's no time to worry about that now; we must finish this quickly and escape as soon as possible.

If Mrs. Jessica realizes what's happening and starts yelling for help, then I'll just have to accept my bad luck and find another opportunity to get rid of her.

Klein sighed inwardly, immediately rubbed his fingers together, lit the long fuse, and following the "diviner's" intuition, threw it into the servants' quarters.

However, his behavior seemed somewhat comical from the perspective of the "Pleasure Witch," and she even felt like laughing for a moment.

Can you just fold a piece of paper into the shape of explosives and pass it off as real explosives?

At least in the lower and middle ranks, such extraordinary abilities have never been recorded within the Witch Cult.

However, the next moment, the crackling sound of the fuse that had been accidentally thrown to her feet made Jessica realize something was wrong, because it was definitely not the sound of burning paper.

Her pupils, which resembled lake water, suddenly contracted, and veins bulged on her forehead. She immediately took a step to dodge, but unfortunately, it was too late.

Paper-based explosives retain some of the characteristics of paper, namely, they burn very quickly.

With a deafening roar, the immense impact and scorching flames engulfed the Witch of Pleasure, instantly swallowing her form and shrinking her smaller and smaller until she finally transformed into a mirror shattered into dozens of pieces.

That's an extraordinary ability that the twenty-two extraordinary pathways could not possess. He is very likely a Gifter, just like me!

Jessica, forced to end her invisibility, looked completely bewildered. Having done considerable research in this area, she suddenly thought of a possibility.

What made her somewhat resentful was that while others received such strange and powerful gifts, she only received the ability to arouse desires and cause varying degrees of impulses in her target. Moreover, she had to endure the negative effects of constantly being hungry and thirsty.

Moreover, judging from the actual results, its extraordinary ability to arouse desire is not as powerful as imagined.

Comparisons are odious; no wonder the "Mother Tree of Desire" was utterly defeated by the "God of Time and Space"!

As the thought flashed through her mind, the witch who had used the mirror to impersonate the other woman suddenly saw two blinding flashes of lightning in the dark eyes of the long-haired, black-haired "girl" blocking the doorway.

Interrogators, piercing the spirit!

Damn it! Is this never going to end?!

Warm blood spurted from her nostrils and the corners of her eyes, causing Jessica to freeze for a second. She was about to use her old trick again, casting ice spikes to avoid the relentless mental control, when she saw that the despicable guy had already dodged the ice crystals under his feet, leaving her, who was a beat too slow to react, to miss her target.

The reason it succeeded last time was because it caught the opponent off guard, but the same trick can no longer defeat the experienced "magician".

Psychologist, Longwei!

Jessica had just recovered from the excruciating pain of the steel needles churning her brain when her whole body trembled again, feeling a fear akin to facing a dragon.

At that moment, a look of despair and resentment flashed in her eyes.

If she can't find a way to break this terrible situation by now, then dying from a spiritual injury or going out of control and turning into a monster might be her best and only ending.

"Damn it, who are you?!"

The "Pleasure Witch" had bloodshot eyes and screamed like a madwoman, deciding to hold back no more.

Layers of solid ice crystals suddenly enveloped her body, as if endless black flames were burning on the surface of the ice crystals. This airtight defense, achieved at the expense of mobility, made Klein frown slightly.

In the next moment.

"Help! Help! Help me!!!"

A female voice, tinged with inexplicable terror, emanated from within the ice crystal. Jessica screamed again and again, having long since lost her initial composure and the gleeful attitude of toying with life.

"Help!!! Someone, come quick!!!"

She screamed again, and inside the ice crystal, she watched as Klein pulled out several more sheets of white paper, quickly twisted them into explosives with his bare hands, and tied them together.

"Help!!! Please, hurry!"

However, just as she watched in horror as Klein lit the fuse, her humble plea for help abruptly stopped.

The thick ice crystals before Jessica's eyes shattered, the black flames burning with spiritual energy shattered, and even Klein, who was about to throw the explosives, shattered along with them.

Unknowingly drawn into a dream, she opened her eyes in confusion, staring blankly at the paper sword piercing through her chest.

"Help!"

The "Pleasure Witch" moved her lips slightly, uttering her most humble last words, before collapsing limply to the ground, lifeless.

"So someone like you can cry for help too!"

Klein kicked the witch in the head in a fit of rage, shattering her skull and spilling her brains.

Taking a deep breath, Detective Moriarty bent down, preparing to deal with the body first, and then find a chance to slip away.

Just then, a series of chaotic footsteps came from outside the servants' quarters.

"Quick, this way! There was a sound of explosives exploding here. You guys go in and check it out."

"Yes, boss!"

Oh no, it was the sound of the explosion that attracted this attention!

Hearing this conversation, Klein was startled. He couldn't be sure if there were any other powerful extraordinary beings in this courtyard. If there were, he would probably have a hard time getting out, relying on his writhing hunger.

(End of this chapter)