Miss Witch's Speed ​​Run Manual

The "gambler" on the right also pulled the trigger at the same time.

boom--

Another bullet came at him, but this time Goodwin was prepared and raised the dagger in his right hand in advance to symbolically block it.

when--!

A crisp sound rang out, and Goodwin was delighted.

I just raised my right hand by chance, and unexpectedly blocked the bullet...

Luck is on my side.

But what she didn't expect was that the bullet was slightly deflected after being blocked by the dagger.

The bullet originally aimed at her arm was deflected slightly and went straight to her cheek, penetrating the right side of her face, breaking her teeth, breaking through her left cheekbone and flying out.

What kind of shit luck?!

The intense pain made Goodwin pause for a moment, but soon the threat of death stimulated all the potential of her body. With her eyes almost red, she pounced directly at the "gambler" on the left like a mad dog.

She punched the wheel out of the "gambler's" hand with her left hand, raised her right hand high, and was about to stab it towards the other person's heart.

slap... slap...

Goodwin's blood flowed continuously from her mouth and dripped down her chin onto the carpet.

But she raised her right hand, but was unable to continue swinging it down.

"Miss Goodwin."

An indifferent female voice came from the door.

Goodwin's vision gradually blurred. She looked up and saw a woman standing at the door, shrouded in a black uniform skirt and wearing a black chip mask.

Manager...?

"We're just inviting you to a small gathering... Please do me a favor and don't make things difficult for me."

The manager wearing a black chip mask stood at the door and spoke calmly. A white figure holding a bottle of red potion slowly walked towards Goodwin.

Goodwin used up his last bit of strength, rolled his eyes, and looked at his raised right hand.

I don't know when, a white shadow had grabbed my wrist, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't break free.

A feeling of despair spread in Goodwin's heart. She never thought that she would be trapped in the Durton Manor where she thought it was safe, even though she had almost digested the "Adventurer" potion.

Goodwin quickly fell into a light coma until a medicine bottle was stuffed into her mouth and she subconsciously swallowed the scalding medicine. Only then did her consciousness gradually recover.

"Three against one, and they were almost killed..."

"Forget it, completing that adult's mission is more important..."

"Watch her, don't let her die..."

In a daze, she seemed to hear what the manager was saying.

Goodwin was held up by two maids wearing red chip masks, one on each side, and walked towards the door.

In a daze, Goodwin saw the tragic scenes in other halls.

Most of the members of Deton Manor seemed to be crazy, attacking others everywhere, even their own colleagues.

The members fled in all directions, but none of them could escape through the gate. They were tied up one by one and dragged away like animals.

Whether they were people digesting or completing the reappearance ritual in the extraordinary gambling game, or ordinary people spending money in ordinary people's casinos, they were all dragged to the same direction as themselves.

The entire manor seemed to have become a hell on earth.

The potion began to work, stopping her bleeding and giving her some strength back.

But she knew that once the effect of the drug wore off, she would fall into an even weaker state. She had to find a way to escape before the effect of the drug ended...

Goodwin endured the severe pain in his mouth, squinted his eyes slightly, and recorded his current location.

Heading underground... Is this the exchange area?

But soon, Goodwin noticed something was wrong.

She had been here many times to accept commissions, and had occasionally played a few rounds at the gambling table. She was almost familiar with the routes of the entire manor.

The path the two maids took her on obviously couldn't be the exchange area.

The exchange area was on the underground floor... but they supported themselves down the spiral staircase, and even after reaching the underground floor, they kept going down.

Chamber of Secrets?

Goodwin was a little surprised. She never knew that there was an underground secret room in Deton Manor.

As the temperature dropped little by little, Goodwin was finally brought to the bottom of the spiral staircase.

She raised her eyes slightly and looked forward, her pupils shrinking slightly.

This is……

A spacious underground church, a circle and a semicircle nested in an emblem, faceless statues carved everywhere...

A strong sense of crisis came over Goodwin.

Temple!!! This is the temple of the cultists!!!

A cult temple! Beneath the grounds of Durden Manor?!

In the middle of the church, hundreds of people were tied up and kneeling here.

There were endless cries, curses, and prayers. Every now and then, someone would let out a heart-wrenching roar, tearing their hair and facial flesh frantically.

Haw—

The maid beside her seemed to have stepped on something, making a noise. Goodwin looked down and saw an eyeball that had been stepped on.

"Is this everyone here..."

The manager's voice sounded behind her, completely ending Goodwin's idea of ​​escaping. She watched in despair as a white shadow walked in front of her, grabbed her collar, and dragged her forward.

In Goodwin's field of vision, he could only see the white shadow dragging himself, and the terrifying manager in front of the white shadow who was giving off a strong sense of oppression.

Only after she was dragged to the front of the crowd and thrown to the ground did Goodwin slowly prop up her body with trembling hands and look around.

All around... were seriously injured transcendents who had been captured just like him.

"Sir... everyone is here."

Goodwin slowly raised his head and saw the manager who had been so arrogant just now. He was now walking to the front of the altar with his head bowed respectfully, took off his mask, and knelt in front of the altar.

Looking up along the administrator's head, she saw a stone throne placed on the altar, and above the throne, half-lying, a girl with long red hair.

The girl rested her head on the stone armrest on one side, and her legs were hanging on the armrest on the other side. Her body was lying on the seat, her legs swinging back and forth, as leisurely as if she was lying on the sofa at home.

After hearing the manager's words, the girl turned her head slightly to look at the crowd below. At this moment, Goodwin saw the other half of the face.

A violent spiritual alarm roared in her ears, and she lowered her head almost instantly, but was still invaded by a little darkness.

She felt that the potion that had already been assimilated into her body began to boil restlessly, and indescribable hallucinations began to appear before her eyes.

"My Lord, would you like me to recite the prayer for you?"

Administrator Kitty lowered her head and spoke respectfully.

"No, I can do it myself."

A sweet girl's voice sounded from the Holy Throne. Just by listening to her words, one could almost see the smile on her face.

"Thank you for your hard work, Kitty."

A brief flash of silver-white light passed by, followed by a violent gunshot.

boom--!

The manager Kitty's body was carried back two or three meters by the huge impact force, and she fell in front of Goodwin with her head tilted back.

Goodwin looked in horror at the manager, whose face was a bloody mess, lying in front of him.

Clusters of blood-red hibiscus flowers bloomed from the flesh of her cheeks. The bloody flowers were delicate and juicy, swaying gently in front of Goodwin.

"Priest Kiti!"

"Manager!"

"Sir, you?!"

The cultists nearby also saw Kitty's body and began to commotion.

"quiet!"

The voice of the girl on the stage became majestic at this moment, and Goodwin's gaze gradually shifted away from the corpse with its head blasted apart.

This... is there an internal conflict among the cultists?

"Kitty volunteered to participate in this sacrifice... Don't worry, the Mother Goddess will come and take her away soon."

pat-

In Goodwin's sight, the girl jumped down from the altar and landed steadily next to the corpse. Goodwin didn't dare to look up at all. He could only maintain his current kneeling posture and look down at the faceless female corpse.

“I***”

A string of words that had never been heard before came out of the girl's mouth, and the mumbling in the minds of almost all the extraordinary people present began to become frantic.

The ritual...is it the ritual for summoning the evil god?!

Murmurs and fear continued to rise in Goodwin's mind. She made up her mind in an instant, turned her head abruptly, and crawled towards the crowd kneeling on the ground trembling in fear.

“Get out…get out!”

Goodwin struggled to get up, pushed away the people behind him one by one, and ran towards the stairs he came from according to his memory.

But at this moment, the girl's voice sounded again.

“I*****”

The girl's whispers exploded in everyone's ears like thunder, and people in the crowd began to go crazy and turned around and ran in the opposite direction.

"what!!!"

"Uhhhh!!!"

Lines of blood flew rapidly in the air, forming a huge ritual formation that included everyone.

The people closest to the blood formation wanted to run outside, but as soon as they stepped over the blood formation, their bodies were corroded by something unknown, and not even a drop of blood was left - it was as if they had run into the mouth of an invisible monster.

The entire underground temple turned into a hell on earth.

Goodwin felt that the life in her body was rapidly fading away, and death was approaching her step by step. She looked back in despair, looking at the culprit who caused all this.

The young girl, holding an ancient silver pocket watch in her hand, stood at the edge of the inner magic circle, her body dry and without a trace of blood.

The blood drawn from her body, together with the blood from everyone else's body, formed a huge blood-red vortex in the air above the temple.

The vortex spun in the air, but Goodwin no longer had the energy to pay attention to it.

There was only darkness in her eyes, and at the center of the darkness was the red-haired girl who was almost withered.

madman……

Sacrificing everyone and himself, just to summon a being that can only bring madness and destruction...

madman! ! !

Goodwin suddenly closed her mouth, and the broken teeth were inserted into the gum band. The wound, which had originally formed a thin layer of blood scab, began to bleed again. This risky move brought her a little strength to move and a second or two of clarity.

She suddenly squatted down, pulled out a sharp throwing knife from her boot, and used all her strength to throw it directly towards the girl.

call out--

The flying knife spun and pierced directly into the girl's heart.

Success...success?

The entire formation paused slightly, and Goodwin slowly raised his head. In the darkness, the blood-colored vortex above his head had stopped moving.

And around him, he could no longer hear anything except mumbling.

I... stopped the evil god from coming?

If I were still alive... I would have already exceeded the ritual requirement and could have directly drunk the next stage of the potion without being assimilated...

Goodwin's body swayed, and the darkness in her eyes gradually faded away. She could see the colors around her again, as well as the dried corpses on the ground.