The Witch of Social Phobia at Doomsday

He was still squirming, trembling, and making shrill and strange screams.

"Kill, kill, kill me..."

"Kill, kill me..."

"kill……"

Although the voice has changed, it is certain that this is the King of the Great West.

When he saw the big blue fireball, he almost escaped in the same way as the evil characters in fantasy novels do with their blood escape.

But this speed is much slower than the explosion shock wave of the blue fireball.

His head and body barely blocked a lot of the damage thanks to the condensed blood armor.

But three of his limbs were burned to ashes by the high temperature.

Most of the body was roasted.

Even so, the King of Daxi still survived tenaciously.

The potions in the Sihai base diligently consumed the remaining original life energy of King Daxi to repair his body, and then were quickly corroded, rotted, and turned into thick water by the highly toxic hallucinogenic drugs.

His eyeballs were rotten.

His ears and nose were rotten.

Unable to see or hear, he wailed instinctively.

In this situation, the pain all over his body became more and more obvious. King Daxi was experiencing the hell punishment that existed in the world of the living 300%.

You can't live, you can't die.

If King Daxi had only drunk one bottle of potion, he would not have suffered so much, but he drank two bottles.

However, to be honest, if the King of the Great West had been smarter just now, he would not have dodged or evaded the blue fireball thrown by Su Miao, and would have turned into ashes directly without having to beg for mercy.

But he was unwilling to give up until he was truly dead.

"Hahahaha, hermaphrodite, rotten ass."

The starling flew closer and cursed a few times.

But after seeing the King's condition clearly and realizing that he could no longer hear, he flew back.

"Your Highness, this Great Western King has a very strong vitality. He is not dead even after such a situation."

Myna said.

Su Miao put away his umbrella sword and replied, "Yeah."

Myna said, "Your Highness, do you want to kill the Great Western King first?"

Su Miao shook his head.

She didn't want to get close. What if the Great Western King would self-destruct?

What if you get a little venom splashed on your body?

She really has no magic power now.

There are bombs in the magic space, but the bombs also have the potential to blow away the venom.

Myna said, "I understand, Your Highness. You want to fulfill the desire of the demon King Daxi, right? King Daxi just said that he can neither live nor die. Your Highness, you are so gentle."

Su Miao blinked. She didn't know how to evaluate the starling.

Is this a compliment to her, or is it yin and yang?

Myna said, "Ever since we saw this Great Western King, he's either been eating people or leading people to eat people every day. Nearly 4 people died at the Sihai base because of the Great Western King. Now it's a question whether the base can still have 1 people."

"Even if there are, there are many old, weak and sick people among them."

"It's too awful."

"..."

Is this chat mode on?

Su Miao wanted to go home, but then he remembered that King Daxi was not dead yet, so he decided to stay here for a while, wait until King Daxi was dead and cremated him before leaving.

Anyway, the King of the Great West is already like this, so there is no need to rush.

"Your Highness."

The Queen of the Dead limped over.

Su Miao glanced at the Undead Queen. There were only more than 30 undead elites left behind her, but almost every one of them was incomplete.

This battle almost wiped out all the undead in the Vulcan base and the newly transformed undead on the battlefield.

"You guys did a great job."

Su Miao thought for a moment and gave them another Undead Resurrection.

With only so few undead, it wouldn't take much mana to revive them.

"Stay nearby and be on guard. Wait until the Great Western King is completely dead before returning."

"Yes, Your Highness!"

The Queen of the Dead knelt on one knee.

After the salute, he stood at a distance with the undead elites and looked on the ground to see if there were any suitable bones. If there were any, he would pick them up and put them on himself to complete the group.

Su Miao took a look around and temporarily retreated to the high ground behind him. He cleared some of the ice on the ground, then took out a small stove from the magic space, added some anthracite and gasoline to the stove, lit it, and cooked some salted soybean pods to eat.

The starling flew down, full of anticipation.

Su Miao said: "Have they returned?"

Myna said, "Your Highness, we have already asked them to go back, but the idiots want to stay a little longer."

Su Miao said: "Yeah."

……

"Praise the Ice God, only the Ice God is eternal!"

A few thousand meters away, on a mountain, stood two people wearing snow-white plush cloaks.

They arrived a little late, but the subsequent battle situation was very clear to them. It was a battle at an inhuman level.

"Zheng Meng, is this girl your enemy?"

The middle-aged man stood beside Zheng Meng and asked.

He was Qiao Xixin, a priest of the Ice God Cult. He had asked this question once on the way here. The first few times he heard the answer, he just smiled, thinking that Zheng Meng was just playing a huge joke.

I'm asking again this time just to be sure.

"Yes."

Zheng Meng said calmly, "You'd better not look at her through the telescope. She'll notice."

Qiao Xixin's hand trembled, and he quickly turned the telescope towards King Daxi's body, looking at his miserable state of being unable to live or die. Fortunately, he did not make any boastful promises about helping Zheng Meng to avenge his father.

"Killing is not enough, but this witch obviously doesn't intend to let the Great Western King die so quickly. She wants him to be trapped between life and death for a while. It will be difficult for us to get the Great Western King's body."

Zheng Meng said calmly, "Well, let's go back."

Qiao Xixin put down the telescope and asked, "Can you let go of hatred?"

Zheng Meng said, "Rather than worrying about whether I can let it go, Qiao Xixin, you might as well worry about yourself. They told you that Lan Shaokong would fight the King of Daxi, and they thought you could take this opportunity to get the body of either of them."

"But what's the truth? If this witch hadn't appeared just now, you would have already been in the King of the Great West's cauldron."

Qiao Xixin's expression was stern: "Are you saying that someone in the Ice God Cult wants to kill me?"

Zheng Meng said: "I don't know, I just joined you not long ago."

Qiao Xixin was speechless: "This, this, this, at least I saved you."

Zheng Meng said, "It's because you saved me that I'm telling you this. Okay, let's go. It's time to go to the Sihai Base. The cannibals have been wiped out, and we can safely spread the faith of our God in the Sihai Base."

She turned and left.

Qiao Xixin looked into the distance, no longer paying attention to the pain of the Great Western King, and quickly caught up with Zheng Meng: "Zheng Meng, we are spreading faith at the Sihai base. What if this witch comes over?"

Zheng Meng's expression remained calm: "I have let go of my hatred for her. She won't do anything to me."

Qiao Xixin couldn't believe it: "Didn't you say that this witch killed your whole family and destroyed the Vulcan base?"

Zheng Meng said, "Yes, but who do you think is stronger, me or the King of Daxi?"

Qiao Xixin suddenly realized: "I understand."

Zheng Meng shook his head: "No, you don't understand. If I show hostility towards her, she will immediately lock onto me, and the starlings following the witch will chase me down immediately, and we will all die."

A look of fear appeared on Qiao Xixin's face: "Why didn't you tell me earlier? Go away, go away."

Zheng Meng looked at Qiao Xixin, the Ice God Cult priest walking in front.

With such a personality and such intelligence, I really don’t know how Qiao Xixin managed to survive the layers of calculations of the Ice God Cult.

Assigning Qiao Xixin this mission will probably result in his death without a burial place.

How great is this hatred?

Zheng Meng was calm and didn't think too much.

Compared to these, she thought of the witch Su Miao's cold expression, and the fear buried deep in her heart almost emerged again.

……

Su Miao picked up the telescope and took a look at the hill where Zheng Meng and Qiao Xixin were standing. There was no one on the hill.

"Your Highness, what's wrong?"

asked the starling, who was looking forward to the hot salted yellow bean pods.

"Someone was looking here just now."

Su Miao said.

The starling immediately flew up: "Your Highness, I'll go over and take a look."

It whooshed high into the sky and headed straight for the hill where Zheng Meng and Qiao Xixin were, but only some footprints were left on the snow on the hill.

“There really is someone.”

The starling flew in the direction where the footprints disappeared for a while, and when it didn't see any human figure, it quickly returned.

After a while, a piece of ice broke on the ground in the area patrolled by the starling.

Zheng Meng adjusted his cloak and walked out of the snow pit.

Qiao Xixin patted his chest and said with lingering fear: "This witch is too scary!"

Chapter 147 That witch is so scary!

2023-12-10

Relying solely on coal and gasoline, the tofu and vegetables in the pot were difficult to cook, so Su Miao added a small fireball.

A small fireball does not require too much magic power and does not put much pressure on Su Miao.

She tightened her clothes and thought about the battle just now.

As expected, I was still very scared.

However, necessary review is very important.

This is a habit I developed when I was playing games at home.

After every battle in the battlefield, arena, or flag-planting duel, Su Miao would review it to see where he made a mistake, what he could improve, and what he should do next time.

No, this should be a good habit developed in elementary school by collecting the wrong questions into a book of wrong questions and looking at it over and over again.

goo goo...

The lid of the pot was lifted up by the boiling steam.

Su Miao came back to his senses. He hadn't paid attention for a moment and his thoughts had wandered off to who knows where.

After the King of the Great West dies completely, I must have a good sleep when I return.