What kind of magic? This is called cultivating immortality!

As the smoke and dust cleared, a tall figure in red armor stood silently in the center of the charred ruins, completely unharmed.

Yao Ri's eyes widened: "Are you kidding me! You're not even hurt?!"

"Captain, this guy can really take a lot of damage!" Fluorescent was so shocked that his speech became fluent.

In fact, this calamity beast's offensive capabilities are not top-notch, as can be seen from its stalemate with the fluorescent light just now. Its truly terrifying aspect is its heaven-defying and unsolvable defensive power, as if no attack in the world can cause it the slightest damage.

Yao Ri's lips twitched uncontrollably: "Is my luck really that bad? I just got back and I already have to go all out again?"

Fluorescent light whispered a reminder: "Captain, this is a busy downtown area."

One sentence woke her up.

Yao Ri was utterly helpless. "Fine, I can't use my ultimate move yet."

Just as she was about to slowly wear it down with other attack skills, the calamity beast under the ruins suddenly lowered its head and emitted a cold, mechanical voice: "Application successful."

As soon as those four words were uttered, the calamity beast raised its head again, and a light and lively female voice rang out: "Hey, hey, hey! Can you hear me?"

The sun and the fluorescent light in mid-air exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with astonishment and confusion.

what's the situation?

Could it be the creation of witches?

The cheerful female voice continued, "Yao Ri, long time no see! I can't believe that after all these years, you still haven't advanced to six stars!"

"what?"

Yao Ri blinked, looking completely bewildered: "W-who are you?"

"Sorry, I can't give my name. That important person wouldn't allow that."

The fluorescent figure hesitated before speaking, "You are... the Creation Witch?"

"Of course not." The woman's voice was light and cheerful. "The Creation Witch is long dead, completely dead, as dead as can be."

The more Yao Ri listened, the more familiar the voice seemed, but no matter how hard she tried to recall, she couldn't place it. She immediately asked in a deep voice, "Who exactly are you? Why did you create the calamity beasts to cause destruction? And why did you attack the fluorescent light?"

"Wow, you ask too many questions."

The woman paused briefly, then slowly explained, "I won't answer the first question. If you can't remember, then we're not meant to be. Here's a little hint: I held you when you were little."

She emphasized her last words.

"The second problem is that I didn't create these calamity beasts; they were all created by the Creation Witch. As for the third one, it's just that this little kid happened to film something she shouldn't have, so she sent calamity beasts to teach her a lesson. Don't worry, she's not going to kill anyone; at most, she'll be bedridden for a month."

"So many people held me when I was little, and if the Creator Witch is already dead, why are the calamity beasts she created still appearing? And what the hell is this 'lesson'?"

Ugh, so annoying, I hate riddle people more than anything in my life... Yao Ri's mind was a mess, completely baffled.

"Oops, my time's up, I'm logging off now!"

Before Yao Ri could ask any more questions, the lively female voice fell silent and disappeared instantly.

Immediately afterward, the electricity crackled, and a cold, indifferent female voice took its place, filled with impatience and rebuke: "You idiot, deliberately leaking so many clues."

Not again? Yao Ri quickly asked, "And who are you?"

"I?"

A cool female voice chuckled softly: "I didn't expect that after only eight years, you would have completely forgotten me."

Yao Ri reached up to rub his forehead, his voice breaking: "Create a witch? But that person just said...you, are you dead or not?"

"Death?" the woman's voice echoed faintly. "That depends on your definition of death. By human standards, I did indeed die eight years ago."

Yao Ri completely lost the will to ask further questions.

One after another, they're all riddle-makers. Can't they just explain things clearly?

She raised her hand, gripped the fire spear tightly, and pointed it directly at the motionless calamity beast in the center of the ruins: "I don't care what your plans or secrets are! I'll capture this calamity beast now and take it back to headquarters for dissection!"

"Hehe, whatever you want."

The cold female voice gradually faded: "Anyway, the energy of this calamity beast's body has been exhausted. I appeared only to carry out a predetermined order. Next..."

Before the words were finished, the sound vanished completely, leaving not a sound.

Yao Ri swooped down, his fiery spear piercing the body of the calamity beast.

But just as they were about to touch it, the once indestructible steel body melted away rapidly without warning.

When she landed and got close, all that remained on the ground was a pool of boiling molten iron.

Chapter 69 The Blonde Man

At Altai's home, the entire Floating Light Squad was present.

Yao Ri recounted everything that had happened to him to everyone in detail.

After hearing the whole story, everyone present was shocked.

Altai spoke first, looking at Yaori with some doubt: "Captain, since you think that voice sounds familiar, why don't you think back carefully and remember who held you when you were a child?"

"So many people held me when I was little, how could I possibly remember them all?" Yao Ri rested her chin on one hand, her posture languid, with a natural charm in her eyes. "I'm asking you, who was the first person you ever called out to in your life? Do you remember?"

“I remember, it was my father,” Altai blurted out.

"Uh... that doesn't count." Yao Ri choked for a moment. "Humans are strange creatures; they remember their first experiences very clearly. Let me ask you again, do you remember who the seventh person you called was?"

"I remember, he's my uncle."

"The fifteenth."

"Grandma Wang, my neighbor."

"The 127th."

"My first teacher in kindergarten."

"Damn it, your memory is ridiculously good! Give me, the captain, some face!" Yao Ri stared speechlessly at Altai.

She paused for a moment, then abruptly changed the subject: "Instead of getting hung up on that person's identity, we should figure out their real purpose."

Upon hearing this, everyone fell into deep thought, but after a long while, no one spoke.

There are very few clues at the moment.

Currently, only three pieces of information are confirmed: there are at least three people on the other side, one of whom knows Yao Ri, the Creator Witch is in a mysterious state of being missing, and there is also the big shot hiding behind the scenes. Based on the other side's statement that it was "just a lesson," their malice doesn't seem to be extremely deep.

However, the team members did not entirely believe this speculation.

Never trust anything related to witches; this is a principle ingrained in everyone's bones.

The quiet atmosphere lasted for a long time. Suddenly, Cangxing slowly raised her hand and, under everyone's gaze, spoke softly: "I think we should first figure out something more important: why the other side knows so much about our whereabouts and situation."

Previously, several magical girls had been attacked by monsters, and everyone could still barely explain it away by saying that there were spies hiding in headquarters. But this time, before the clues that Fluorescent discovered could be reported to headquarters, she was ambushed by monsters again, and the incident did not happen at her residence at all.

This matter is chilling to think about.

It was as if there were an invisible eye lurking in the shadows, constantly watching their every move.

"Could there be a traitor in our team?" Mu Yue muttered casually.

These words immediately stirred up a storm in everyone's hearts.

We are all teammates who spend every day together and fight side by side.

If there really is a traitor in the team, no one will feel at ease, and how can they cooperate without any suspicion in the future?

Yao Ri realized this and his expression turned serious: "Without evidence, don't make wild guesses. The witch's methods have always been unpredictable and mysterious. Perhaps another unknown entity that we have never recorded has emerged."

Since the appearance of witches twelve years ago, more than a thousand witches have appeared, with all sorts of strange and wonderful abilities, such as controlling elements, prying into fate, and manipulating sound.

Therefore, Yao Ri's guess was not unfounded. It would be entirely reasonable for a witch who could see into everyone's secrets to actually appear.

“The captain is right,” Zhong Hui said. “The art of divination is infinitely profound. It can reveal past and present lives, and even glimpse the past and future. That witch must have deeply studied this art to break free from the shackles of cause and effect and discover our identities and background.”

Yao Ri's lips twitched slightly as she listened. After struggling to digest Zhong Hui's long-winded speech, she simply concluded, "In short, Zhong Hui is right!"

"As for the creation witch... In my judgment, her original body has indeed perished long ago. It is highly likely that her lingering obsession remains, or that her remains were not completely destroyed, and her remnants have developed sentience. By ordinary standards, she is considered completely dead; but from another perspective, she has lived a second life."

“That’s right! Zhong Hui is right!” Yao Ri chimed in with practiced ease.

"besides……"

……

Meanwhile, in another world.

This is a completely unfamiliar world, filled with rich magic, where countless complex rules intertwine and flow, outlining all kinds of scenery.

A clear blue sky, fluffy white clouds, vibrant earth, a babbling river, and a gentle breeze. At the heart of this convergence of power and order, stands a solitary house.

It was a laboratory.

The building is surrounded by all sorts of mechanical creations, and every now and then, discarded mechanical devices are carelessly thrown to the ground with a clatter.

A humanoid mechanical body was ruthlessly thrown out, rolling several times on the ground before coming to a stop.

A few minutes later, it suddenly opened its eyes, its body twisted and reassembled violently, and in an instant it transformed into a girl with heterochromatic eyes and a blue dress.

But this appearance did not last even a moment.

Its form kept changing, transforming into one completely different girl's face after another, and finally, like a brilliant firework that blooms and then shatters, it exploded with a bang.

A tall, slender figure slowly walked out of the laboratory.

It was a man dressed in a fitted classical robe, with a handsome face that was almost otherworldly, dazzling golden hair that shone brightly, and a pair of emerald green eyes that were like clear gemstones.

He stared at the exploded mechanical wreckage before him, a faint, cold smile playing on his lips: "Heh, as expected, another failure."

As soon as he finished speaking, another girl with heterochromatic eyes and a blue dress appeared, standing beside the handsome man.

"Hey, why do you keep reviving me? What exactly do you want to create using my abilities?"

The man's eyes blazed with extreme fervor, and he spoke with unwavering conviction: "God. I will create a true god, above witches and magical girls, transcending all worldly constraints."

"And then?" the girl in the blue dress asked casually.

"You want to know?" the man whispered, his tone laced with indifferent contempt. "Unfortunately, you're not qualified. You're nothing but a pathetic wretch who's died twice and never had a self."

The girl's lips curled into a mocking smile: "So you can only rely on the abilities of a pathetic wretch like me?"

The man looked up at the clear blue sky and the blazing sun high in the sky, and casually waved his hand.