Sickly lady in wheelchair, but God

And instigation is exactly what the witch is good at!

91 God's twin daughters, invincible in the world!

The witches' cunningness comes from two aspects, one is Aurora's words and deeds, and the other is their special abilities.

Although everyone uses magic to fight, witches are not like magicians. After reaching an extraordinary level, they can pull stars from outer space to bombard the earth.

The witch's magic is more subtle, focusing on one influence.

It affects life's emotions, life's physical senses, all things in nature, and even the laws that govern the operation of the world.

This is actually a very powerful ability.

Take a chestnut.

The witch can completely distort the opponent's senses during battle, making the opponent feel a pleasure more intense than the Qiantang River tide when injured. People with weak wills will be captured by this feeling in an instant, and even if they don't commit self-harm, they will actively run into the muzzle of the gun.

Because of their special abilities, smart witches would not choose to confront their opponents head-on.

Isn't it safer to poke someone in the back than to grind them in the front?

If the witch's hard grinding fails, she will easily die on the spot given her fragile body.

Although Erica was run over by other witches, she was undoubtedly a standard witch.

First of all, she is not just an ordinary psychopath.

She is arrogant, jealous, manic, dark and twisted, likes to bite her nails, and is a lesbian.

Secondly, she likes to be from behind.

At this moment, Erica set her sights on a lone girl on the street.

This time she did not push the girl into a corner, but appeared as a caring older sister and shared Ingrid's movements with the girl.

"Although Atlas is dead, the sins he committed cannot be erased even by death."

"Think about it, think about your deceased relatives, friends, and neighbors. They should have been alive and kicking like us, but now they can only lie in cold coffins. How sad it is!"

"What's even more sad is that Atlas is dead, but his daughter is still alive and well. Why? You are still suffering from the pain of losing your loved ones!"

"Do you want to live with this pain and sorrow until you enter the cemetery? Go, call others and punish Atlas' daughter together. This is the complete revenge on Atlas!"

Under the spell of Erica's magic voice, the girl fell into the trap in a daze.

Revenge, revenge, revenge.

Kill her, kill her, kill her!

The girl went to find someone she knew with full of anger, and Erica smiled and began to look for a new target.

Her methods were not particularly sophisticated, and it would not take long for those whose emotions she provoked to come to their senses. This was mainly because she was not a high-sequence witch, and the effect and scope of her influence were very limited.

However, she had never intended to completely control these people.

It was enough that these people committed crimes against Ingrid and the man while being teased by her.

When they wake up, they will not be able to change any facts, but will feel more pain.

Pain

"hiss--"

Erica took a deep breath and felt her heart filled with joy.

Witches are creatures that create pain and enjoy suffering.

She suddenly felt that what she was doing was so great that she couldn't stop.

after an hour.

The city of Atlas, which was already in panic due to the robbery of Atlas' tomb, became even more chaotic.

The soldiers on patrol were surprised to find that many people came out of their homes, gathered together spontaneously, and then walked towards a certain direction noisily. As they walked, more and more people joined in.

"What happened?"

A soldier approached in confusion, and then heard a lot of cursing.

"Atlas killed my daughter, and now I want to use his daughter to pay for my life!"

"That beast Atlas must have been pretending to be dead. Now he has escaped while we were not paying attention. We can only use his daughter as a hostage to force him out."

"I've been annoyed with that little thing for a long time, so today is a good time to catch her and torture her!"

"No wonder I haven't found her recently. I thought she was dead. It turns out she was hiding in Farodius's house!"

Pharodius?

Hearing this familiar name, the eavesdropping soldier thought to himself that something was wrong and quickly took a detour to run towards Farodius's house.

"Something bad has happened, Farrow, you need to run now, or it will be too late!"

"Run? Why run?"

Farodius, who was cleaning the yard, raised his head and stared at his companion in a daze.

Just as his companion was about to explain, he heard shouting from outside.

"It's here!"

"It's over!"

The soldier who delivered the message felt his scalp tingling. There were hundreds of people involved. Farodius was really in danger this time.

He could only give Farodius a look that said "May the best of luck to you" and then hurriedly hid by the side of the road.

Soon, Farodius understood what his companion meant, because the angry civilians kicked over the fence outside his house without saying a word, and then shouted at him to hand over Ingrid.

"Ingrid? She's not here with me. You've come to the wrong place."

Farodius' back was already wet with sweat.

He finally understood.

But whether out of respect for the sun-like Atlas in the past or out of his desire to protect a child, he could not hand Ingrid over.

Once Ingrid is handed over to these angry people, she will surely face a fate worse than death.

But at this time, no one cared what he said.

"You said she's not here, so she's not here? Get out of the way, let us search it ourselves!"

Farodius quickly stepped in and blocked the door. He pretended to be angry and said, "What do you want to do? This is my house. You can just come in whenever you want. How can this be justified? Or do you think that as long as I also use the excuse of looking for someone, I can come in and out of your house at will, or even deliberately cause damage to your house?"

With his tall stature, it was easy for him to completely cover the door.

But it's just covering it up.

Although he has merged the blood of the earth dragon, the hundreds of people standing outside are not pushovers either. If they get angry, they can knock him away in a few moves.

Therefore, he did not expect that he could completely block these people. He just raised his voice deliberately, hoping that Ingrid, who had just finished breakfast in the room, would quickly hide after sensing the danger, so that there would be some chance of survival.

You can hear it, Ingrid seems very smart, she will definitely hide in a safe place!

Farodius glared at the man in front of him, his arms shaking with worry.

Black Ingrid in the room did hear it.

She was sitting on the table at the time. She held her chest with both hands, then made two circles and patted it gently. After that, she slapped the table angrily.

"Liar, didn't you say that you can grow up by eating normally? Why haven't you changed at all?"

She thought of Erica and the weapon that Erica had used to force her into a corner, and her face almost twisted with anger.

At this moment, there were loud shouting sounds outside the house again. After just a few listens, Black Ingrid realized that those people were here to arrest her.

Compared with White Ingrid, Black Ingrid is not only stronger because she has mastered the black root magic, but the biggest difference is that the black personality gathers most of the negative emotions that Ingrid generated in the process of getting along with Aurora.

Including but not limited to bad temper, foul language, murderous intent, hatred, and treating family affection as dirt...

She was already very angry because she felt cheated, and suddenly she heard that the group of people outside wanted to capture her, and they wanted to capture her because she was the daughter of Atlas. She was immediately as angry as a bull with bloodshot eyes.

Damn it, you want to catch me, right?

Black Ingrid stood up suddenly, kicked the small stone block she was sitting on to the ground, and then walked out directly from the door.

"Come out, come out!"

Someone shouted, and the people surrounding the door of Farodius's house suddenly became agitated.

"!"

Farodius was shocked. He never expected that Ingrid would come out by herself.

He understood that Ingrid must not want to see him suffer, so she took the initiative to stand up.

He is so sensible at such a young age, which makes people feel pity for him.

She shouldn't have suffered this!

Farodius gritted his teeth and decided that no matter what, Ingrid must not be captured!

Before the angry civilians rushed over, he turned around, grabbed Ingrid's hand, and rushed into the house frantically.

If they go through the back door, they will have a chance to rush out before the people surrounding them outside can react.

"Quick, stop him!"

"Hmph, want to run away?"

"Set fire, if you dare to run, I will set fire!"

Who cares whether you set the fire or not? At worst you can just escape to another city.

Farodius turned his head and said to Black Ingrid, whose face was as black as charcoal: "Don't worry, I'm here, they..."

baffling.

Black Ingrid swung his hand hard, and Farodius leaned forward and hit his head against the wall.

"Hey, it hurts..."

When he came to his senses, Black Ingrid had returned to the door again, still cursing.

"I'll settle the score with you later for lying to me."

What kind of account is this?

Farodius endured the pain on his head and crawled to Black Ingrid. He opened his arms and protected Black Ingrid like a hen.

"I understand that you hate Atlas. Atlas' death is not a pity, but Ingrid did nothing wrong. Moreover... bullying the weak is not what an upright person should do!"

Hundreds of angry faces came into view, which frightened him, but he never retreated, even though those standing in front of him attacked him as well.

"Pharodius, do you want to die too?"

"Kill him! He just lied to us and said Ingrid wasn't here! Kill him!"

"If you want to die, then I will make it happen for you!"

Stones flew at him like rain, and Farodius refused to give way. In the blink of an eye, he was covered in wounds.

He was afraid that this would scare Ingrid, so he forced a smile: "Don't worry, I'm fine, just..."

damn it.

Black Ingrid was about to faint from being mad at Farodius.

"Don't worry, don't worry. What else can you say besides this? You want to be a hero? Get out of the way."

With a tug of the little hand, Farodius was thrown into the house.

boom.

When she fell to the ground, Farodius was stunned. This time he realized that Ingrid was unexpectedly strong. Although not as strong as him, she was much stronger than an ordinary adult.

"you……"

His words were interrupted by Black Ingrid's scolding.

"You old man over there, you, yes, you, come out here. You were the first one to throw a stone, and you said you wanted to chop me into pieces?"

The old man who was named stood up and said, "So what if it's me? How dare you, the daughter of a sinner, live in this world?"

"It's none of your business whether I live or die. Did I eat your food? If you are so capable, come and kill me. Come on!" Black Ingrid's face was full of sarcasm.