Witch Monastery

A hoarse and piercing voice came from afar, and the cultists quickly knelt on one knee, shouting fanatically, "Welcome to the great Lord of Wisdom!"

At the corner of the wall, Annuo squinted her eyes. The sun had already set completely, and the light of the crescent moon was slightly dim. Therefore, even with her eyesight, she could only vaguely see a behemoth the size of a house slowly crawling towards her.

Her heart couldn't stop pounding, and she realized that this behemoth might be the mastermind behind all of this, and the culprit who went crazy and killed countless innocent civilians on the night of the double moon!

Finally, the creature came closer. When An Nuo saw its true appearance, he almost suffocated!

What an ugly and terrifying monster it was. It looked like a giant brain over three meters high, but with thin flagella growing sparsely on its brain lines. Its bottom was covered with insect-like tentacles, and it slowly crawled towards this side with its huge and bloated body.

An Nuo felt his scalp tingling. Just by taking a look, great fear surged from the bottom of his heart uncontrollably.

Oh my god, what kind of monster is this? !

It was it, it must be it, the culprit that caused the deaths of hundreds of people in Nangang District, and it is also the founder of this cult!

I must, must destroy it!

She encouraged herself fearfully, her palms and back were already covered in sweat. At this moment, the butterfly in its true form was still moving slowly across from her. At the same time, a hoarse voice was coming out of her tiny mouth: "That was a witch's apostle. Ah, I remember, her name was..."

Her voice suddenly trembled again, and then she seemed extremely painful: "Ah, I can't remember, that evil witch, ah..."

The cultists immediately raised their heads, not caring about their master's emotions, and all looked horrified: "Witch? A witch is targeting us?!"

Chapter 86 Butterfly's Believer

The legends about the evil witch that they had heard since childhood came to mind at this moment, making the cultists' hearts tremble.

Most of them are the indigenous people of Nangang District. They have not received any education since childhood and have a low level of cultural literacy. They cannot even distinguish the difference between the undead and the demons. Naturally, it is impossible for them to accurately identify that the so-called witch is actually the same kind of creature as the master they believe in!

"Master, since she is a witch, please allow us to destroy her!"

The cult leader suddenly said, with desire in his voice: "This is a good opportunity to test the power of our statues!"

In front of us, the butterfly's flagella swayed slightly, and it seemed very confused and indecisive: "Well... okay, go ahead."

The cultists immediately stood up and worked together to move the finished statue to a four-wheeled cart nearby. Then two of them pushed the cart and rushed out with great momentum to destroy the "witch"!

Die was still standing there, with eight cultists standing beside her, seemingly as her guards, while another group continued to cut open the brains of the investigation team members to make new statues.

No one could hear this huge monster, which was talking to itself at this moment, with confusion in its voice: "Ah, the witch who controls mosquitoes, so familiar, who is she..."

……

In the slums, Hawthorne and a group of nuns were running towards the lumber yard at full speed.

The effect of the three witches replenishing his mana together was better than he had originally expected. In just half an hour, his mana was restored to full value bit by bit, and he has now fully recovered his combat effectiveness.

So after that, he immediately changed his clothes and set off, following the path that Andrei had already explored, heading straight for the lumber yard.

As they were on their way, Andrei, who was following them, suddenly froze and said, "Master, I have a new discovery. The butterfly is indeed in that lumberyard!"

"Not only that... she seems to have created a cult. She is now accepting offerings and praises from the cultists in her true form, and performing live dissections on the captured members of the investigation team!"

Her voice trembled as she spoke. Although her worldview had been corrected, she couldn't help but feel nauseous when she saw such a bloody scene.

However, Hawthorne's face was not surprised but happy: "The members of the investigation team are still alive? How many of them are there?"

He was genuinely surprised. If all the members of the investigation team were really dead, even if they succeeded in purifying the butterfly, this tragedy would inevitably lead to the wrath of the Black Rod Tower, and Nangang District would still be in turmoil.

But since they are still alive, there is still room for maneuver and this matter can still be settled smoothly!

"Yes... Ah!" Suddenly, Andrei let out a short cry of pain, then her face twisted, she closed her eyes, and shed two lines of tears, "The butterfly attacked me, and all the mosquitoes I controlled died."

"Sorry, Master. I didn't see it carefully. I can only estimate that there are probably seven or eight people left alive..."

Her body trembled slightly, and her voice was full of self-blame. After all, her ability was limited. Anyone with a slightly stronger spellcasting ability could find that the mosquitoes she controlled were unusual, and then eliminate them, which would harm her body in the process.

Seeing this, Hawthorne hurriedly comforted her: "It's okay, dear, you have done a good job.

Oh, yes, what is the size of the cultists under Die? Do they look weak? "

Andrei shook her head slightly: "I'm not sure, I can only vaguely guess that there are about thirty to fifty of them."

"Then, they used the brains of the captured survey team members to create a giant magic statue. I don't understand it, but it does exude a strong magical aura. It should be the work of Die..."

Magic statue?

Which one?

Hawthorne was a little confused. He knew too many statues, such as gargoyles, cross statues, and various mechanical puppets. For a moment, he couldn't tell which one the Insect Witch was talking about.

"Everyone, it seems that we have to face more than just the threat of Butterfly. Get ready for battle!" He said seriously, "Andreni, how are you recovering? Thank you for your hard work. Keep investigating. I need more information to formulate a battle plan!"

Andre reached out, wiped her tears, and reopened her bloodshot eyes: "Understood!"

As she spoke, she held her breath, mobilized a swarm of mosquitoes again, and headed straight for the lumber yard.

But then, she looked shocked again: "No, Butterfly's followers are fighting with the Amazon woman!"

"And... there are 20 or 30 Amazons, but they are being suppressed and beaten!"

Hawthorne was stunned for a moment, then his expression changed: "Let's speed up and go over to support!"

The fact that they can hold down the Amazons shows that the strength of these cultists is far beyond what we previously imagined, and we must strike hard!

……

On the street outside the lumberyard.

Whoosh whoosh—

Magical light balls, about the size of footballs and emitting colorful light, flew through the air, hitting nearby walls, the ground or fragile houses, and then exploded!

boom--!

The dull sound of explosions continued. These magic balls were like grenades, and the effects of their explosions were different: there were flames, ice crystals, lightning, and even strong acid and poison gas!

The blazing fire lit up the streets at night and heated the nearby air. The stench of decay mixed with the poisonous mist continued to spread with the air currents, stimulating everyone's olfactory nerves and making those who came here feel nauseous!

Under this terrifying fire suppression, the Amazon female warriors who had hurried over could only use the houses as cover, hiding there in frustration, waiting for the opponent's magic power to be exhausted.

Occasionally one or two would try to counterattack with javelins, but their scattered firepower was nothing but a drop in the bucket. They could not pose any threat to the enemy at all, but would instead expose themselves to the enemy's firepower!

Hiding behind a private house, Amazon female executive Gail Porter almost broke her teeth.

With her knowledge, she had naturally recognized that the magic ball launched by the cultists was a first-ring spell colorful ball!

This spell has a long range, strong power, and can choose any of the five damage types mentioned above. It can well meet the needs of the battlefield or restrain the enemy's weaknesses.

Apart from the fact that it consumes mana and the explosion range is a bit small, so the cost-effectiveness may be a bit low, there are almost no disadvantages!

But now is not the time to evaluate this spell. What is looming in Porter's mind now is another more fatal problem.

How come all these enemies can cast spells? !

There must be at least 20 cultists on the opposite side. When did more than 20 spellcasters suddenly appear in Nangang District? !

Chapter 87 Soul Touching Statue

Porter has lived in Nangang District for more than ten years. Looking at the clothes the other person was wearing, she was very sure that the other person was an ordinary person who was born and raised in the slums. She could even roughly tell which store the other person's clothes were made in!

But how did these poor people with nothing suddenly become noble spellcasters? !

She didn't know, and at this moment, the opponent raised his hand and launched a second round of bombing. So she had to lower her head and continue to dodge!

Boom boom boom——

There was another series of explosions. Porter took a deep breath, holding back the pungent smell of the foul odor mixed with the poisonous mist, and growled, "Throw the spear, counterattack!"

As she spoke, she took the lead to walk out from behind the cover and threw the spear in her hand!

She was very sure that these people were just poor people in Nangang District who had nothing before and might not even be able to read, so they were definitely not high-level spellcasters.

According to her experience, for a low-level spellcaster, casting two first-level spells is already at their limit, so now is the time to fight back!

whoosh-

Her spears were extremely accurate, piercing through the body of a cultist in an instant. Even though the thirty subordinates she brought with her were not very accurate, they still managed to hit three or five of them, piercing through the bodies of the cultists!

Very good, effective counterattack!

Porter was delighted, but then what happened in front of her made her shocked again.

Far behind us, we saw several cultists pushing two four-wheeled carts, each with a three-meter-tall wooden statue on it.

They chanted something to the statues, and then a circle of yellow light emanated from one of the statues.

"Uh-huh——"

Suddenly, the cultists whose chests and abdomens were pierced by the spears roared in pain. They were already on the verge of death, but suddenly they stood up again, as if they were not afraid of the pain, and forcibly pulled the spears out of their bodies, bringing out countless blood.

Even pieces of viscera!

If someone else had this kind of injury, even if they didn't die, they would be in so much pain that they couldn't stand up. But those guys seemed to be fine, and the wounds even moved for a while, and the bleeding stopped automatically!

What kind of monster is this?!

Porter was not sure, but then she saw a blue glow on the head of another statue.

hum-

"what--!"

"S--ah--!"

"My Lord—oh—give me strength!"

Invisible magic surged in the air, and a strong wind suddenly blew over the slums. The cultists in front suddenly began to roar strangely, and then one by one, like crazy, they tore off their upper body clothes, revealing their rough, dark yellow, skinny bodies with clearly visible ribs, and covered with blue and white, densely packed strange tattoos!

Then the blue light seemed to have found its target, rushing into the tattoo. Several cultists gained new power from this, raised their hands, and chanted an obscure spell: "Chromatic Orb——!"

whoosh-

Several more colorful balls flew out, and the Amazon female warriors who had just appeared had no choice but to shrink back again, completely passively taking the beating!

……

"…This is the situation, Master, what should we do?"

Less than a hundred meters away from the battlefield, Andrei used spoken language to broadcast the battlefield she saw in real time. Her expression was a little shocked, and the remaining witches couldn't help but have complicated expressions.

They have been hunting here for many years and they know very well that it is impossible for more than 20 spellcasters to suddenly appear naturally in the soil of the slums - and this is obviously not the opponent's full strength, there must be more inside the lumberyard!

Then the only possibility is that Die relied on her extra-long mana bar as a witch and shared her spellcasting ability with her believers, turning them all into first-level sorcerers, and thus created such a spellcaster in one go!

This is really... a huge investment!

But this also shows two things: first, Die is indeed not in a clear mind now, otherwise, with her pride, she would never share her precious power with ordinary humans;

Second, her strength has most likely recovered to its peak state, otherwise it would be impossible for her to bear the consumption of so many spellcasters at the same time!

Although they are all lowest-level spellcasters, they are outnumbered after all!

As for this, Hawthorne frowned slightly. Even though he had not seen it with his own eyes, he had already recognized what the followers of Die were doing.

The soul touches the statue.

This statue can quickly gather discrete magical energy in the atmosphere and then transmit it to nearby spellcasters with corresponding "receptor tattoos" to quickly restore their injuries or consumed mana.

Hawthorne remembered that the best statues could even restore three mana points to the caster within one minute, which was far more abnormal than his recovery speed during the Witch's Night.

However, the cost of using this thing is quite huge: first of all, this thing was originally the technology of the Mind Flayer, so to make one of these things, you need to extract the brain of a high-level professional alive.

This is a core material, and no substitute has been found so far. So for this reason alone, those who still have a bit of human principles will not be able to make this thing.

Not only that, the "receptor tattoos" on the bodies of those cultists are made of a part of their own brain: that is to say, they must first undergo surgery on themselves, cut off a part of their brain, make themselves incomplete, and irreversibly go insane in the days to come, before they can gain this power!

In addition, there is another point: this thing is very unstable. If you use it to treat injuries, it is very likely that a tumor or something will grow somewhere else before the wound heals, causing the person to become deformed. If you use it to restore mana, it will greatly stimulate the person's spirit, damage his sanity, and speed up his madness.

Rather, the cultists who are still fighting the Amazons have already shown very obvious signs of madness. Their sanity will definitely not last until sunrise tomorrow morning!

This is true, I am fighting with my own life...

Hawthorne couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and then he took a deep breath: "The key to this battle is the two statues. Heidi, Ekta, and Cuibisi, the four of us will deal with those ordinary cultists. We can't let those Amazon women die too. They have to help us attract firepower!"

"Yuta, I need you to break through their blockade at all costs. You must destroy the statue first!"

"Understood!" Jutta nodded. With Cuibisi having lost some of her power, she was now the strongest among all the people present. Therefore, there was no doubt that she should carry out the most critical task!

"Also, Jutta," Hawthorne began to remind him again, "When you break through, if you have to kill the enemy, then you must remember to change your previous habit of killing!"

Yuta took a deep breath and nodded solemnly: "Understood!"

Her previous habit of killing people was beheading, and if she did that today, everyone would look at her with suspicion!

"Well then." Hawthorne nodded in approval, "Action!"

Chapter 88 Butterfly, makes a grand appearance!