Miss Witch's Forbidden Book Secret

Santis's voice was quite friendly and forceful: "Miss, I'm a little late. My master went in without me. How is the situation inside?"

"Oh dear? What's the situation inside?"

The young guard exclaimed in surprise, "Something terrible has happened inside!"

"Hmm? What's wrong? Has something gone wrong?"

"Hehe, I'm not talking to you."

"Please tell me, dear lady. This is a small token of my concern; I am truly worried about my master's safety."

Santis pretended to be eager and wrote the guard a check, filling in thirty gold guilders.

The young guard glanced at it a few times, confirmed it wasn't a fake, and said with satisfaction, "Then I'll tell you, Mr. Santis, Frinina Bonaparte has been resurrected."

"Bonaparte resurrected... wait."

Santis grabbed the guard by the neck. "How did you find me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Santis withdrew his hand instantly, but even so, a layer of ice still formed on his hand, and his entire right hand was so stiff that it was almost impossible to move.

The young female guard's clothes gradually disappeared, revealing a thick, white frost robe that covered her entire body.

Anna held up a finger and said, “Because I’ve been waiting for you, Mr. Santis. Of course, I also have six of my colleagues.”

"On behalf of the ruling Scarlett Lane and Her Excellency the Guardian Frynn Bonaparte, I extend my greetings to you, Dragon Slayer, Santis."

From all directions, under six black umbrellas, eyes were simultaneously fixed on him, chuckling as they greeted Santis one after another.

Chapter 409 Bonaparte the Immortal

In the pouring rain, a black umbrella meant for mourning was suddenly clenched tightly on the pedestrian path along the Broken Gold River.

Santis narrowed his eyes slightly, scanning the Maximilian and the alchemists surrounding him.

He had a contingency plan for being surrounded—but the fact that seven Sequence Fours were targeting him caught him completely off guard.

Are these Iris Flower people just giving up on defense and going to fight him to the death?

Santis's deep voice was muffled by the rain.

"Six Sequence Fours in total, plus Maximilian, the Frostland Daughter. Scarlett Lane... and Frynn Bonaparte. They really treated me quite well."

As the sound faded, Anna saw the rain curtain around Santis distorting. The experienced sorcerers around him had already noticed the ritual being set up on him, and each of them held an umbrella, blocking all possible escape routes for Santis.

"But since they're willing to mobilize so many people to deal with me..."

Santis smiled and said with satisfaction, "Then it seems I haven't been such a failure on the path to transcendence."

Santis asked himself honestly, he absolutely did not have the power to fight seven Sequence Fours by himself.

Even if he had the Supreme Star Antimony, let alone now, he could at most repel these seven people, but it would be impossible for him to kill them all!

Since that's the case—

Santis looked directly toward the concert hall.

A grand funeral is underway, and the choir is singing hymns, their melodious and pure voices blurred by the torrential rain.

As a skilled alchemist, he knew perfectly well that the idea of ​​Fernina Bonaparte's resurrection was utterly a fantasy.

The only possibility is:

Frynn Bonaparte somehow managed to deceive everyone during the explosion!

He raised his hand and folded the black umbrella. The moment the umbrella closed, it perfectly concealed the irregular, pure white crystals that had slipped out from his sleeve.

It looks like coral, but it's more translucent and crystal clear. When it hits your nails, it makes a crisp sound.

This is Santis's Star Antimony.

The moment Star Antimony appeared, Anna, who was confronting it, already foresaw Santis's next move.

In Anna's sight, three seconds from now, three rituals simultaneously entangled him.

—Chain Star Antimony Forging Completed!

—A spiritual storm!

—A reflection of pollution!

As expected of a dragon hunter, in this situation, the first thing he thought of was to fight back instead of running away?

Without hesitation, Anna took a step forward to warn her six colleagues. Immediately, a fierce wind howled, and the raindrops falling from the sky instantly froze into solid ice. With Anna's footsteps, a sudden downpour of icy rain began.

An endless, cold wind, carrying icy rain, swept across the streets like the breath of a dragon stirred up by frost. The streetlights flickered violently, and the horses in front of the carriages and the drivers sheltering from the rain inside felt the unusually strong wind.

At the same time, Anna's pale white, solid ice robe melted, and a terrifying wound, large enough to reveal her heart, was torn open on her fair back, from which flowed countless pale white bloodstains with the scent of milk and honey.

At this moment, Santis's star antimony had just dissolved in the void, transforming into the core material of the ritual.

Six Sequence 4 alchemists have joined forces to block all his escape routes in the material world. Dozens of rituals are being performed simultaneously by these highly skilled grand alchemists, and colorful bursts of light are erupting everywhere.

Anna deduced: This dragon hunter has nowhere to escape!

The Star Antimony, possessing astonishing power, had not yet completed the ritual construction, while the Frost Dragon Breath, amplified by Anna's blood, had already solidified, rumbling down streetlights and roadside trees.

Mixed with countless solid ice crystals, like a mudslide carrying immense force, it surged toward Santis in an instant!

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—Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

As the wind picked up, Omar struggled to brace his arm against the window and then slammed it shut.

Behind him, warlocks were busy at the landline and ritual array, announcing: "Lord Omar! Anomaly detected in the castle district! At least seven Sequence 4 superhumans have appeared around the Dragon Hunter!"

Omar exclaimed in surprise, "How is Santis doing now?!"

A sorcerer immediately brought a mirror, which reflected the scene of the street outside the concert hall.

Anna's dragon breath and the alchemists' rituals caused almost no harm to Santis; all injuries were neutralized the moment they reached him by his star-antimony phase.

On the contrary, after Santis completed his "Chain Star Antimony Refinement" and "Spiritual Storm", he immediately detonated a large amount of star antimony that he carried on his body through spatial folding. The shock wave generated by the violent explosion first severely impacted his physical body, and even Santis himself was blown so badly that he was almost unrecognizable.

The shockwave then violently shook the soul through the physical body. These star antimony particles, which had been infused with a great deal of esoteric knowledge by Santis and were thus contaminated, caused extremely strong mental pollution the moment they impacted the mind.

Meanwhile, Santise, which should have borne the brunt of the pollution at the epicenter of the explosion, was protected by the ritual of "pollution refraction," which transferred 95% of the pollution to the surrounding areas.

The Sequence Four members present were alright, but the coachman who was sheltering from the rain in the carriage, as well as the neighing horses, suddenly experienced abnormal limb growth and fell into a coma.

At the same time, the frequency and speed of the sound wave oscillation constituted the "star antimony forging," which was immediately completed in all the people around who were affected.

This process then directly utilizes the physical bodies of ordinary people, warlocks, and Anna to refine Star Antimony, absorbing the pollution refracted by Santis, and continuing to explode, thus creating a vicious cycle.

Aside from Anna, who was instantly purified by the blessing of the Seven Winds, the remaining six sorcerers were also caught off guard and in a panic.

This gave Santis room to escape.

But he did not flee—instead, he rushed directly into the funeral scene.

At this moment, neither Anna nor the great alchemists dared to act rashly—there were still a lot of powerful figures at the funeral!

Putting everything else aside, if Santis were to unleash another spiritual storm and chain alchemy, Mistmoon City would be paralyzed.

Seeing this, Omar said with relief, "That's great, at least Santis is alright! Even if Lord Santis didn't kill Bonaparte, his big commotion was almost as effective."

He then asked loudly, "What's the current situation with Bloodthorn?!"

Nearby, a sorcerer monitoring the deep sea from the ritual array was completely focused, his expression grave. Seeing that he hadn't answered for a long time, Omar immediately ran over to check on him.

But when Omar saw the red flashing markings and scale lines on the crystal ball used to monitor the deep sea, he couldn't help but be taken aback.

8,900 meters, 9,000 meters, 9,100 meters...

Logically speaking, Lord Santis's outburst at the funeral should have raised the water level of Bloodthorn!

But instead of rising, the water level dropped by a full 300 meters!

The key to Bloodthorn's rise lies in "internal chaos and disorder." The more chaotic Mistmoon City becomes, the higher Bloodthorn's level will rise. Therefore, they have been tirelessly creating chaos during this period.

Omar took a deep breath, stumbling and before he could even speak, the communications officer in charge of the call suddenly changed his expression, and then things got worse and worse.

The warlock next to the messenger, who was responsible for recording, hadn't even started the ritual of controlling the pen and paper when he heard the messenger whisper a few words. He immediately gasped and rushed to find Omar.

He whispered, "Lord Omar, our node three in the Cross Sector has been destroyed. Both Sequence Five warlocks have been arrested..."

"It's because the node was destroyed... That's impossible."

Omar immediately rejected this assessment.

Whether it's an attack or a counterattack, they all contribute to the chaos. Unless the Alchemy Society reverses the balance of power with a single blow, the Bloodthorn will never fall three hundred meters.

On the contrary, Bloodthorn should be boosted instead.

Omar asked, "Who did it?"

"According to the last message left by node number three in the cross zone... it was Funina Bonaparte."

"what?!"

Omar's eyes widened immediately.

He just saw with his own eyes through the mirror that the funeral was still going on as planned!

Chapter 410 I Am Among All Things

"Furyn Bonaparte!"

Omar stared blankly at the notebook delivered by the communications wizard, then immediately took it and read it carefully again.

Upon seeing the communication records of node number three in the Cross Zone, Omar murmured, "How could this be? How could this be! Santis checked it three times before. Could Bonaparte have been blessed by the Father of All Things and crawled back from the afterlife?"

The sorcerers nearby exchanged glances, not daring to answer.

Of course, there is an even more plausible answer: Santis's Star Antimony Explosion did not cause any fatal damage to the Great Guardian at all.

But that's a bit too sensational.

That Great Guardian is only Sequence Seven! In terms of physical strength, he's not much stronger than an ordinary person, nor is he some kind of golem with a body of steel!

Omar suppressed his deep doubts and glanced at the time. It was already three o'clock in the afternoon, two and a half hours after Tiss made his move at the funeral.

He immediately asked, "With the nodes in the cross zone damaged, the space lock will inevitably become unstable. How long will it take to repair the nodes?"

The warlocks exchanged glances and immediately replied, "If a node is completely destroyed, a node reconstruction ritual must be performed, and it will take at least a day for a single node to be reconstructed."

"Twenty-four hours... Forget about Bonaparte, repair the node immediately, the spatial lock must not be destroyed!"

Omar continued, "As for the rest, leave it to Sazdilwe and Lord Santis!"

"understand!"

The rain outside the window has lessened slightly, but the sky is still overcast, brewing for another downpour.

Omar didn't have time to linger. He took the communication records with him and turned to go upstairs to wait for Sazdewey.

But in the time it took him to turn around...

Amidst a series of clanging and clicking sounds, the mechanical noise of gears meshing and levers being pushed, the urgent voices of the telephone exchange, which was housed in a walnut frame and modified from the prototype designed by Marn, rang out again from the communications sorcerer and operator behind him.

The moment the communications sorcerer listened to the call, his fingertips, which were controlling the ritual, paused, and he exclaimed with delight, "Bonaparte has been captured!"

Omar immediately stopped, turned around quickly, walked to the operator, and snatched the microphone away with a slap.

"I am Omar Sera, reporting your situation again!"

An excited voice came through the phone, "Cross Zone Node Four, Your Excellency Omar, Fernina Bonaparte led more than ten Silver Knights in a surprise attack on Node Four at noon, but fortunately, they retreated in time, causing no major casualties. We took the opportunity to track Bonaparte's whereabouts, seized control of her carriage, and captured her inside!"

Omar is unbelievable.

It's not that I don't believe the sorcerers did indeed capture Bonaparte.

The real question is how Bonaparte managed to appear simultaneously at the funeral, at node three, and at node four...

The funeral was in the Castle District, node three was at the Cross District train station, and node four was at the Cross District Celebration Gate. Could it be that Furnessa Bonaparte was some kind of three-headed, six-armed monster?