Witch Monastery

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"No need for Death Cloud!" Huo Sang added hastily, "Make sure the poison is less toxic so as not to accidentally injure friendly forces! It's enough to force them back and block their line of sight!"

Hearing this, Cuibisi breathed a sigh of relief: "That's fine!"

If it wasn't a five-ring spell, but just some other, less deadly, poisonous fog with a larger range that could force humans back and block vision...

Then there is only one option.

A third-ring spell, Stinking Cloud.

"Stinking Cloud."

Cuibisi chanted a mysterious spell, and suddenly, a thick yellow-green poisonous fog with a horrible, pungent and foul smell gushed out from her palms at a rapid speed, spreading out, and in a blink of an eye it filled the entire street, irritating people so much that they could not open their eyes, and even made them want to vomit in an instant!

"Uh--"

Even though he had been blessed by Cubis and had some resistance to this toxic substance, Hawthorne was still made a little nauseous by the horrible smell.

Damn, it's worthy of being the most "notorious" spell in the whole game. It really is a case of hurting the enemy by a thousand and hurting yourself by eight hundred!

If even he was like this, it goes without saying for others. Some people who were far away could still barely hold it in, but those who were close could not help but vomited on the spot!

"Come on!"

Even though the Amazon women were blind, they were forced to flee in all directions by the smell. Countless of them stumbled and fell, and the battlefield became a mess.

Even though the cultists had little sanity left, they could not resist their bodies' normal physiological reactions. Some of them immediately leaned over and vomited countless filth. Some even turned blue in the face and entered a state of poisoning.

In an instant, because of the rolling stinking cloud, the inside and outside of the lumber yard were divided into two completely different worlds. Except for Hawthorne and a few witches, outsiders had basically lost the ability to move!

Very good, this is the effect you want!

Hossan exclaimed in his heart, then raised his head and said loudly: "Cuibisi, maintain the poison mist. Andreni, monitor the surroundings. Ekta, maintain fire suppression, I'm going to purify the butterfly!"

As he spoke, he took a step forward and ran straight towards the gate of the lumber yard.

Over there, the eight cultist guards immediately raised their weapons, as if they were facing a formidable enemy. Even though they were now trembling and almost nauseous due to the poisonous gas of Cuibisi, they still endured it, holding their weapons, ready to cast spells at any time.

Seeing this, Heidi hurriedly continued to comfort him: "Don't be afraid, Die, he is my apostle, the one who is here to help you restore your memory, sanity and strength."

On the other side, Yuta also added softly: "Relax, Die, trust us, we are your best sisters!"

Butterfly's flagella were still swaying, and she looked very anxious. But she still listened to the persuasion, so the eight vigilant cultists did not make any extra movements and let Hawthorne pass through them and walk to her huge body.

With a little nervousness, Hawthorne looked at the terrifying monster so close, held his breath, pressed his hands on her body, and then whispered: "Purification!"

hum-

Instantly, a hazy white light of purification lit up and invaded Die's body and soul. Suddenly, her huge and ferocious body trembled, and a series of painful wails came out of her terrifying mouth: "Ah - no -!"

"That's not the case. You are hurting me. You are deceiving me. You are not allies. You are enemies. You are enemies!"

She roared like this, her whip was dancing, black air was surging, and the majestic magic power was surging in her body. The eight cultists who were guarding the side also raised their hands at the same time, and the black magic power condensed into a pitch-black magic giant sword in their hands, and then swung the sword to chop at Hawthorne.

But at this moment, Heidi, who had been preparing for a long time, had completed her spell: "Evard's Black Tentacles!"

As the spell was completed, black fog emerged from under her feet and spread out at the entrance of the lumberyard. Countless huge dark green tentacles flew out from it, not only binding the calves of the eight people, but also binding up Die's huge body.

The energy of the dark erosion continued to manifest, sucking the vitality of the eight people, as well as the remaining power of the butterfly!

And Yuta suddenly stepped back, a flash of knife light appeared, and instantly pierced the heart of the cultist closest to Hawthorne!

"what--!"

There was a series of sharp and piercing friction sounds coming from the butterfly's mouthparts, as if iron was grinding glass. Hawthorne only felt a sharp pain in his ears, but he gritted his teeth and maintained physical contact with the butterfly, trying his best to let the purifying white light stay on her for a while longer!

In her prime, Die was much stronger than Jutta, so it was foreseeable that the time required to purify her would be much longer than that of Jutta.

Damn it, hurry up!

Hawthorne was very anxious, and it turned out that his anxiety was absolutely necessary.

Even though she was attacked first, Die still had a way to counterattack. The black mist on her body continued to emerge and cling to the tentacles wrapped around her body. Soon, the tentacles condensed by magic power quickly shrank.

Then, a powerful repulsive force suddenly hit her!

Chapter 91 The Escaped Butterfly

boom--!

With a loud bang, Hawthorne, Heidi, Jutta and all the remaining cultists who were guarding Die flew backwards uncontrollably -!

boom--

“Ahem…!”

Huo Sang fell heavily to the ground, and rolled around before finally coming to a stop. He didn't know how many rings of thunder waves this was, but in any case, the armor of Agassis and the protective force field of false life that he had cast on himself before had been completely consumed, and even the vitality obtained from purification was not much left.

As for her eight personal guards, they were killed instantly under the power of this move!

Butterfly, it's still scary...

Damn, why is the purification efficiency so low!

At this rate, the next time we purify Celine will be years in the future!

Huo Sang couldn't help cursing in his heart, but now was not the time to complain about the useless system. He quickly got up and saw that Die's huge body had turned back to her nest, leaving only some remaining black mist on the ground, marking her final escape direction.

"Andre, have Cuibisi poison the lumberyard as well. Don't let a single human get in!" he ordered. "Heidi, Jutta, follow me and chase them in!"

As he said that, he recast two second-level protective spells for himself, and the remaining mana instantly dropped to eleven points. Then he rushed straight into the lumberyard without stopping!

And at this moment, in the lumber yard.

An Nuo and the last six remaining investigators were still tied tightly to the corner. Her heart was filled with grief and indignation, as well as regret for her own arrogance, incompetence and recklessness.

After hearing the violent explosions outside and a series of shouts and screams, hope of life was rekindled in her heart.

Although I don't know who are fighting against these cultists, please, please come in quickly and untie the restraints on me and my comrades, so that I can pick up the sword again and fight for justice!

She prayed like this, but then she smelled an indescribable stench.

Immediately, her beautiful brows furrowed tightly.

"what happened?"

A team member held his breath and asked, "What the hell is this smell?"

"Is someone out there roasting durian? Or stewing herrings in a cauldron?"

"This smell is eye-irritating. What the hell is this?!"

"Someone is releasing poison gas!" Another person looked up and saw the yellow-green gas rushing in. His body suddenly began to twist uncomfortably. "Someone is trying to suffocate us. Hold your breath! Ugh——!"

An Nuo gritted his teeth and encouraged his comrades: "Someone must be poisoning us. Comrades, hold on and don't be defeated by the poison. Otherwise, we will be slaughtered!"

As she said this, her face became more and more distorted, and she was obviously on the verge of collapse!

"I can't hold it anymore!" Finally, one of the investigators couldn't hold his breath anymore and started to breathe heavily. Then the yellow-green magic poison mist poured into his mouth and nose, attacking his nerves in a nearly destructive way!

“Hmm, hmm, hmm, ah——————!”

Finally, this guy couldn't bear it anymore and let out a series of foul howls in the foul-smelling stinking cloud technique.

……

Right above the lumber yard, a tall and thin man in a black windbreaker was silently monitoring the battlefield below. He was none other than the demon agent who was good at disgusting people, Regolas.

When he saw Hawthorne release two magic energy blasts at once but could only cast a first-level spell, his eyes suddenly flickered, and then he took out a forked branch and made it float in front of him, then formed a series of complicated hand seals while chanting obscure spells.

After struggling like this for ten minutes, he finally completed the consciousness of the entire prophecy spell. His mind became clear and he sensed everything in the dark.

Finally, he nodded slowly.

Sure enough, it was this human with unknown origins but who knew a lot, who stole the Illusionist's arm guard!

My own caution is not unnecessary, so if that's the case...

"Mr. Kentez." He took out a communication stone, activated it, and then said to the other party, "It's your turn to act."

"Tonight's target is a male human mage who is about 1.7 meters tall, thin, and has white hair."

"He is now rushing into the lumberyard, and I demand that you spare no effort to kill him!"

"Stinky? Do you want a clean smell or do you want your life?!"

"If you don't want anything to happen to your soul, do it now!"

After yelling at the other side for a while, Regolas put away the communication stone, took a deep breath, and calmed down the anger in his heart.

But then, his expression became distorted.

"Fuck, it's the Stinky Cloud Spell!" He spat, "Whoever cast this spell is so disgusting, it harms others and yourself!"

Cursing like this, he quickly raised his body for a distance, then covered his mouth and nose with his windbreaker. Only then could he barely endure it. He frowned and continued to observe the battlefield below.

……

The butterfly's tentacles moved shakily. In order to accommodate more knowledge, her huge body had to make more compromises in the organs of power. So when she moved only with her tentacles, her speed was so slow that a child who had learned to run could easily catch up with her!

But, there is nothing that can be done about it. Die's strength is not in sports, but in her vast reserves of knowledge and magic power.

Under normal circumstances, with her nearly infinite means and powerful spellcasting ability,

Even if he stood still, he could still sweep away all the enemies present today.

But now, she is not doing well.

One of the reasons was that she had shared too much magic power with her believers, but the most important reason was that she had just suffered a severe blow!

That milky white light destroyed my body and consciousness at the same time...

I must get replenished as soon as possible...

With this thought in mind, she slowly crawled back to the lumberyard. Here, several cultists were still working, having just finished building two new statues. When they saw her come in, a fanatical look suddenly appeared on their faces: "Master!"

"Activate them!" Die gave the order. The cultists did not dare to delay and quickly recited the spell she taught them. Then the two statues lit up with blue magic glow, and infinite colorful and complex magic power poured into her body.

"Uh……"

A satisfied moan came from Butterfly's mouth, and then the cultists covered their mouths and noses: "What a stinky smell... Ugh——!"

The expressions of these people were also distorted like those of evil spirits. Seeing this, Die turned back and faced the direction of the entrance to the lumber yard.

Sure enough, there, three figures stepped in, rushing towards her with undisguised hostility!

Chapter 92 Three Heroes Fighting Butterflies

At the door, Hawthorne rushed into the lumberyard and saw the two upright souls touching the statues, and his heart trembled slightly.

This guy Die actually has a backup plan.

A bit troublesome...

If humans were to accept the soul touch of these statues, they would fall into madness because they could not accept the complex and chaotic magical energy.

Well, witches, who are originally made up of chaotic magic and naturally inclined toward evil, cruelty and madness, accept this magic just like a person madly devouring fatty cooked beef. It may feel a little greasy and bloated, but it will definitely restore strength!

Hawthorne took a deep breath, but he was not panicked. He immediately ordered: "Jutta, go around the front and deal with those statues first. Heidi, use your black tentacles to tie up Butterfly. Make sure you can control her for a moment!"

As he said this, he took two deep breaths, took small steps on tiptoe, and secretly thanked that the effect of "running in big strides" still existed: "We have to cooperate well, so that we can create opportunities and purify her little by little!"

"Understood!" Yuta responded, then he pushed the ground hard, and his body suddenly increased to the maximum speed. He made a small circle from the side, bypassed the main body of the butterfly, and headed straight for the two tall wooden statues behind!

Before, when he was moving in his huge and bloated original form, Uta was still able to reach an almost terrifying speed, chasing Hawthorne, who had the "Long Stride" skill, until his lungs were about to explode.

Now, although she moves in a human-like manner and has lost many abilities to cause large-scale damage, her speed is even faster than before!

"you--!"

Seeing that Yuta was actually going straight for her vitals, Die's anger was immediately imaginable. The flagella on her body danced, and a series of noises came out of her mouthparts: "Slow——"

Slow, a third-level spell. It's not very high level, but it's very effective: it can instantly reduce a person's movement speed to a quarter of its original speed!

Corresponding to this is the "Acceleration" spell, which is also a third-level spell. It can quadruple a person's original speed and is the favorite buff of physical professions.

"Stop her!"

She continued to issue commands from her mouth, and the cultists who were almost fainted by the stinking cloud technique had no choice but to raise their hands tremblingly and try to recite spells to attack Uta.

But they couldn't say anything at all, and immediately leaned over and vomited loudly: "Ugh!"

It can be seen that both sides in this confrontation have almost lost their combat effectiveness at the same time.

"Heidi, let's go ahead and interrupt her!"

Huo Sang shouted loudly, and then rushed straight towards Die. He naturally recognized this spell, the slow spell, and the corresponding speed spell, which were the most famous debuff and buff spells in the third ring stage.