Witch, don't be so lazy

An Ke walked up to Celine Weier and asked, "Did you hear everything?"

"Ok".

The latter nodded slightly, and for the first time, a look of hesitation appeared on that cold face. "Sorry, if you want to ask me about the Holy Flame..."

"I don't care about your privacy. I just want to confirm that you are a fellow traveler and that we share the same goal of completing the spiritual world tour."

"Of course, that's absolutely true."

"That's good. No matter what, I still believe in your ability." An Ke paused, "Apart from disguise, the little details you came up with are completely useless."

"...Okay, I'll throw away the disguise manual when I get back."

"Forget it. After all, I'm quite satisfied with the third detail... Ah, don't look at me like that. I just like to talk nonsense to ease the tension. Please ignore me."

"...If you don't mind, I'll give you a hug after we defeat the demon...Why are you looking at me like that? Was I wrong...In 'I Quit the Squad and Joined the Red Knights, Making Them Regret It All', the female characters usually say something like this before a big battle to lighten the mood. Oh, and they say something a little more obscene."

"...It's okay. I was just lamenting that the Papal States also has toilet paper."

"It's not toilet paper, it's a bestseller from an underground bookstore. I managed to buy it along with a cross-dressing manual."

"...Excuse me, what's the full name of the disguise manual?"

"The Cross-dressing Manual: The Strange Thoughts of the Abstinent Nun."

There was a hint of confusion on Celine Wei'er's pretty face.

"What's wrong? Judging from your expression, do you think it's terrible? Me too. I don't understand how it's on the bestseller list. The illustrations are weird. I failed on my first try. I'm going to throw it away when I get back."

"Don't throw it away, I want to see it."

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Downtown area.

It's a world away from the bustling uptown.

There are no clean and tidy streets, no magnificent shops, and of course no tall and exquisite houses.

Here there are only mining machines roaring day and night, only crisscrossing smoke exhaust pipe networks, and narrow muddy streets.

Simple houses are arranged like a maze on both sides of the street, some of which can only be regarded as ruins. The outer walls are corroded by acid rain and are bumpy. Smelly sewage flows freely on the road, and pedestrians come and go in a hurry.

As for why the downtown area has become like this, the pharmacist and Drake have exactly the same explanation.

Hongyan Town originally had only one urban area, but because some people were irritable and had capricious tempers, they were ostracized by the public and eventually had to leave the upper urban area and start living in a new place.

The settlement grew and expanded, eventually forming the Lower Town.

Because it was originally a place for mining and ore processing, the environment was not very good. Later, when the upper urban area moved some heavily polluting industries here, the place became even worse.

What can I say? Encore won’t comment, she just came to the spirit world to fight monsters.

There are many twists and turns in the sewage treatment plant, and the corridors are complicated. Fortunately, Celine Weier led the way.

And that monster, the so-called devil incarnate, seemed to have sensed their arrival.

Because Celine Weier was walking in front and her perception was the strongest, she immediately noticed the peeping.

"laugh!"

The dark golden blade broke through the air and nailed something heavily to the wall.

Everyone looked over belatedly and were almost startled.

A distorted human face that moves from time to time.

"It's a moth."

Anko turned the thing over with the wizard's hand, and it was a moth.

She knew something similar in her past life, the Ghost-Faced Hawk Moth.

But the thing in front of him was even more terrifying. There was a distorted, pale face on its back, and it was also filled with dark magic.

She and Celine Weier looked at each other and nodded. The goal was just ahead.

Follow the path the moth came from.

A deep and dark corridor appeared before everyone. In the darkness, countless pairs of eyes seemed to light up slightly.

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Five thousand and four, well, there are probably seven or eight more chapters to finish this small copy, I'll try to go as fast as possible.

Oh.

Happy belated Mid-Autumn Festival! I wish you all a happy life and good health.

Chapter 58 Blood Moth

The two sides of the sewage treatment plant corridor are made of layers of gray-white stone bricks. There is always a sound coming from inside the wall, like dense fine sand slipping through fingers, or like a swarm of hungry insects ready to move.

Damn, I just saw that weird moth, and I knew it was the latter without even thinking.

Everyone's faces suddenly looked a little ugly.

But no one was willing to knock on the wall to find out what was going on. It was like walking on thin ice and accidentally seeing a dark shadow approaching rapidly under the water. Apart from increasing vigilance and moving forward faster, no one would choose to stomp their feet and then say hello to the dark shadow.

Even though I know that this greeting is probably impossible to avoid, I still hope that the later it is, the better.

From walking to running.

The passage was not as long as I had imagined, and I immediately entered the open warehouse.

There was a faint light around, of course, that was actually the dark green scale powder.

As people raised the torches in their hands, they immediately regretted their decision.

Even though they were forced to participate in the operation under pressure, these priests and police officers were experienced and accustomed to bloody and terrifying scenes, but they still couldn't help feeling nauseous at this moment.

A strange, bright red and eroded tissue was slowly wriggling, like a fungal mat or a spider web, entwining and spreading over everything visible to the naked eye: the ceiling, walls, pipes, the ground, and even trying to climb onto the shoes that had just stepped into the warehouse.

Hanging in the air in the middle was a huge, ugly hawk moth, its brown wings covered with skull-shaped patterns, and its abdomen was embedded with a pale face without eyebrows, which made it impossible to tell whether it was a man, a woman, or an adult.

There were also white cocoons hanging high all around, and from some of the broken places one could see bloated and rotten corpses inside. Judging from their clothes, most of them were poor people from the lower city, including the elderly, the weak, women and children. Lines like blood vessels extended from their bodies, connecting to those strange tissues.

It's like the scene in Saya no Uta comes into reality, and you can smell the horrible stench, which will naturally cause huge spiritual pollution to everyone.

And Encore also said that he couldn't bear it anymore.

The main reason was that her eyesight was very good, and she saw the muddy yellow pustules protruding from the fungal mat, with some densely packed things inside.

At first glance, I thought it was refined white rice trembling slightly, but then I looked closely and saw that it was a group of fat, writhing white maggots with their black mouthparts opening and closing constantly, looking like they were crying for food.

There was no way. Even if An Ke was a child from the south in her previous life, and was calm enough to walk on the streets sprayed with pesticides and full of half-dead cockroaches, even so, it was a pity that she couldn't remain calm in front of this sea of ​​maggots.

Damn, we need a blazing fire.

He clapped his hands, imitating Hashirama Senju, but what he struck out was not the Descent of the Tree World, but a giant palm of telekinesis engraved with the curse runes of the Flame School.

Carrying terrifying hot wind, it suddenly blew towards the rear.

Well, of course we have to take care of the back, because the swarms of moths that have been waiting in the walls for a long time have come like a tide, covering the sky and the earth, and forming a black mass.

They had not launched an attack before, so it was impossible for them to break through the tattered stone wall. They were just obeying a higher will, waiting patiently for their prey to step into the cage, then blocking their retreat and encircling the prey from the front and back.

Unfortunately, a red light came on.

The giant hand of scorching flames built a high wall, and no matter how many moths came in, the flood eventually encountered a solid dam, and as the flames flickered, charred remains continued to hang down.

Literally "a moth to a flame."

The rest of the people present were not idle either. They saw the sudden fire and the huge noise, and at the same time, the pharmacist shouted "Get started!"

Even the most dull guys picked up their weapons and started fighting.

Cans of exorcist oil, large quantities of inferior holy water, spurting alchemical bullets, whistling fire spells...

Some of them rushed to the corridor at the back to fill the gap left by the giant flaming hand; some of them hit the giant hawk moth in front, echoing the dark golden sickle.

Although it was the first time they cooperated, the two sides actually had a good understanding of each other.

Well, of course I'm not referring to those guys who were a beat late. I'm talking about Encore and Celine Weil. They didn't even need to communicate. They divided the work as soon as they noticed the hand-raising gesture.

One was responsible for clearing the moth swarm at the back, while the other began to test the big monster in front.

In fact, this was agreed upon before, because we asked "Is fighting demons a suitable profession for the Witch Hunt Group?", and Celine Weir has an exaggerated sense of danger, so the glorious task of killing monsters must be given to her.

The dark golden flames formed into a giant sickle, and the sharp blade slashed straight towards the monster.

It is impossible to sit and wait for death. Since there is consciousness to direct the actions of the moth swarm, the terrifying hawk moth in the middle is naturally a living creature.

Scarlet tentacles stretched out from the strange tissue in all directions, weaving and intertwining like a net shot from a fishing rifle.

A dark golden arc of light streaked across the air.

The net broke instantly.

But new tentacles rose again from the rotten flesh and blood, blocking the pouring bullets and holy water, and even had enough energy to chase everyone, forcing them to switch from offense to defense.

Unfortunately.

As the violent flames grew more powerful, the tentacles in front were quickly annihilated. The large amount of blood and filth not only failed to weaken the flames, but even made the dark gold color brighter.

Seeing that the web carefully woven by the elusive Ling (,7) Jiuwuba could only clean up small soldiers and could not restrain powerful enemies, and that it would only lead to slow death if it dragged on, the giant hawk moth suddenly started to move.

The wings trembled, and the pale cocoons hanging in the air suddenly trembled, like a towel that had been twisted several times, and a large amount of blood gushed out, sucking away the last bit of essence.

The human face on the moth's abdomen became more ferocious, and its tentacles, many times larger than before, rose up.

at the same time.

The scales scattered in the air gathered quietly, made a big circle, and then sprinkled towards the back of the beautiful girl.

"Be careful!" "No!"

The pharmacist's face suddenly changed. He stopped casting the Holy Light Spell and hurriedly threw away the last holy water in his hand. Droke, who was chopping the tentacles around him, also changed his face and was about to throw out his scimitar.

however.

As the giant hawk moth's pale face opened its eyes and opened its black mouth, invisible sound waves quickly spread around.

The Wailing Blood Moth is a terrifying monster mainly found in the Nightmare Woods of the Southern Continent. It has the habit of wrapping its prey into a cocoon and savoring it slowly. It is also keen on laying carpets of blood and flesh to raise its offspring.

Of course, its most famous feature, its killer weapon, and the origin of the first two characters of its name, is its terrifying soul shock.

Some gossipers even gave the Howling Blood Moth, Naga and Banshee the title of "Sopranos of Death".

As the saying goes, there are wrong names, but there are no wrong nicknames.

This sound of death is absolutely real.

The soul vibrates together.

Not to mention support, the pharmacist and Droke only felt dizzy and in extreme pain. It was as if they had endured two days of hardship and then been put in a sack and beaten with a club. The sweet blood surged in their bodies and then flowed out of all seven orifices.

The performance of the priests and police officers was even worse. They were like alchemical puppets without energy, falling asleep one after another, and no one knew whether they were alive or dead.

And Celine Weier's body froze in her sight, and even the dark golden sickle suddenly collapsed.

What made the two of them even more desperate was.

As offspring, the maggots were hardly affected by the soul shock. As the sound waves swept across the pustules on the fungal mat, turbid yellow juice gushed out and dense swarms of strange insects fell from the sky.

This is the case with larvae, not to mention adults.

There was a constant buzzing sound from the back. Actually, the sound of the burning flames seemed to have stopped a long time ago.

The bright red tentacles around it were approaching extremely quickly in the field of vision.

Ruined……

How can this be.

As a member of the Witch Hunt, the most basic skill is to memorize the information of most dark creatures by heart, especially those that are famous but not top secret. You must remember them 100%, and the Howling Blood Moth is one of them.

The other two monsters that are as famous as the Howling Blood Moth are the Naga clan that surrendered to the Sea Witch not long ago, and the Screaming Banshee whose blood was stained on the promoted spiritual beings.

The most important thing is that the ability of the Howling Blood Moth obviously belongs to the Chaos School. The face on its abdomen can be regarded as a spiritual object and precious material, and is very valuable.

therefore.

A violent wind blew up, crushing the insects that pounced on Celine Weier. The huge palms opened and closed, and the tentacles twisted under the brutal force.

Just as the blood on the ground was about to surge and new tentacles were about to emerge, with an inexplicable chill, another telekinetic arm spun away the blood, covered it with frost and grabbed the giant moth's wings.