Chapter 897

Chapter 897: The Witch of the Ferocious Beast

In the underground ruins, Baron Moroz’s butler had hidden the girl at the edge of the area. He did not know why the world suddenly became fragmented, with dark planes blocking the light, continuously extending towards them.

Feeling that continuing forward would likely lead to death, he had no choice but to stop temporarily, pulling the girl to hide here.

According to Baron Moroz’s original plan, he intended to use those mercenaries and adventurers to retrieve the sacred relic, while the girl was to serve as a backup key to unlock the seal.

“Stay here, don’t move around,” the butler warned after observing for a moment and noticing the girl’s unease behind him.

Hearing this threat, the girl nodded anxiously and then squatted down again. She had just sensed an unknown danger awakening and approaching. The dense necromantic energy around was undergoing some changes, becoming increasingly cold and chilling.

Unfortunately, the butler’s attention was already captivated by everything before him; he failed to notice such subtle changes.

At the center of the area, Baron Moroz wielded his sword, charging forward with large strides. After slashing down, he left a trail of blood. Only then did he realize he had killed another red-clothed officer.

‘It wasn’t him, but it doesn’t matter.’ He kicked the broken corpse away, feeling a sense of pleasure after releasing his destructive desire.

“Where are you hiding, my lovely Miss Mesia?” This old man held his sword, wandering around the hall again, continuously creating steel planes, further fragmenting this region.

Watching the mad Baron Moroz below in the darkness, Lolan Hill floated quietly in the air, contemplating how to resolve the situation.

Although the War Sequence rarely had flight capabilities, as a witch who controlled the atmosphere and wind, she could easily master this ability, remaining silent and hidden.

Most abilities related to the War Sequence involved physical attacks. While such cultivation was simple, consumed little energy, and favored prolonged combat, its drawback was the single-mindedness of the attacks. Facing Baron Moroz, who held the sacred relic, she always felt restrained.

Using the wind to attack was indeed challenging, but there were other solutions.

Since the War Sequence’s profession was being restrained, she thought about switching to another extraordinary profession. Her thoughts flowed, the light in her eyes shifting, gradually fading to purple, then clear blue began to emerge.

Necromancer Sequence 6 – Azure Song Phantom (Rating: Perfect Crystal) – Switch completed.

Facing the mad nobleman below, Lolan Hill lightly pressed her finger against the sword, and azure points appeared beside her, transforming into silver-blue imprints that gradually etched onto the blade.

These silver-blue lines sketched butterfly patterns on the blade, with a concept of destruction and death appearing on the butterflies. As a necromancer specializing in the soul domain, bypassing the physical body to strike at the essence, this approach was perfectly suited for such a scene.

Subsequently, azure butterfly wings suddenly unfolded behind the young lady, and she propelled herself from the air, flying backward toward the ground.

“It finally appeared.” Watching the figure suddenly appear above, Baron Moroz was delighted instead of retreating. He gripped his sword tightly and slashed fiercely.

One, two, three, silver steel sliced through the air, cutting the azure figure into pieces. But before Baron Moroz could feel joy, the figure dissipated like a phantom.

She dodged!

Baron Moroz was startled. His body surged forward, dodging the original standing position. However, soon, an azure sword light suddenly emerged from the darkness, with traces resembling butterfly patterns, beautiful and dreamlike.

Facing this unavoidable cold sword blade, Baron Moroz fully activated the sacred relic, turning his body into steel. However, the anticipated collision and sparks did not occur.

The azure sword blade seemed to slice into his body as if it were a phantom, quickly passing through and then disappearing into the darkness.

“It’s over.”

After a long while, Lolan Hill’s figure slowly emerged from the darkness, looking at the motionless Baron Moroz in front of her. Then, the long sword fell from her hand with a clatter, bouncing on the ground with a clear tremor.

Following that, Baron Moroz’s body collapsed like rusted iron, crumbling amidst the metallic vibrations, turning into a pile of metal shavings.

Looking at the unrecognizable remains of Baron Moroz, which had been corrupted by divine power, the young lady shook her head gently, sighed, and then slowly picked up the rusted sword.

[Contact with holy armor detected. Do you want to connect? Yes/No]

[Yes]

[Connection starting]

[Code recognition beginning]

[Identification complete. Data synchronization in progress]

[Synchronization complete. Starting initial guidance]

Immediately, a pale gold virtual screen unfolded before the young lady, displaying dense information from various angles, showcasing the status of the sacred relic, its divine powers, and fragmentation conditions.

[Cutting Iron · Stovite]

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Attributes: Element – Steel

Integrity: 37% (The higher the fragment integrity, the stronger the power efficiency ratio)

Activity Level: 82% (After depleting activity, enters a dormant state)

Compatibility: 85% (Identity of the Primordial Four +80%, Wind Primordial +5%)

Note: High compatibility makes usage more flexible and consumes less activity level. The minimum compatibility required to use this holy armor is 10%.

Domain:

[Silver-Steel Transformation] (Upper Rank): Ability to transform other substances into steel.

[Iron Sharpening] (Lower Rank): Ability to manipulate iron-containing objects and sharpen their edges.

Lolan Hill looked thoughtfully at the description. It was clear that this power was a fragment of the Solar Crown, and it was a subordinate power of the Elemental Rock of the Four Elements. Although wind and rock were opposing attributes, her characteristic of adaptability and transformation had not reduced the compatibility.

[Because the host is connected to the core of the Solar Crown, this sacred creation can be further perfected through this connection. Do you want to complete it? Yes/No]

[Note: This process will take some time (exact duration cannot be determined) and will cause a certain degree of fatigue.]

[Yes]

[Received, completing…]

Information flashed within the system. The rusty longsword in Lolan Hill’s hand seemed to awaken, starting to spread circuit-like patterns. As these glowing patterns extended, some dark red rust gradually peeled away, transforming back into pure silver-steel.

Looking at the sword in her hand, estimating that it would take quite some time to complete, Lolan Hill shifted her gaze elsewhere.

The necromantic magic power here was becoming increasingly dense and cold, seemingly reaching the time to leave.

She placed the two swords together, then picked up the torch from the ground, shaking it slightly to make the flames burn more vigorously, and walked in the direction she came from.

The smell of pine resin from the torch filled the air, the longsword occasionally flashing, cutting through fragments of steel with a faint purple trail, clearing a path. Lolan Hill avoided the sharp iron spikes on the ground, sensing her surroundings, and found that besides herself, the only ones still alive were the butler hiding in a corner and the girl.

As for Yan Liuyan, after being rescued by Lolan Hill, he quickly left this underground area. As a graduate of Eménes, he had been thoroughly educated about the importance of timely retreat when the situation turned bad. Now, without his weapon and injured, he was unsuited for further involvement.

Listening to the suddenly silent hall of ruins, the butler felt anxious, his index finger and thumb rubbing nervously. The calloused skin gave him a sense of reality, while the surrounding darkness, devoid of sound and sight, swallowed his outward perception like a black hole.

To leave or stay, he hesitated, unable to make a decision.

Fortunately, someone finally broke the silence. A girl holding a sword emerged slowly from the darkness, carrying a torch.

Seeing this sudden appearance of the young lady, the butler felt his breathing ease and lighten. If she was alive, then Lord Moroz should also be fine. He remembered that before Moroz came, he had prepared many treasures on his person, enough to ensure survival.

“Let’s go back, it’s very dangerous here,” Lolan Hill’s clear and gentle voice echoed, accompanied by her footsteps stepping over the debris-covered ground, approaching the two.

“Where is Baron Moroz? Has Baron Moroz found any treasure?” The butler asked excitedly, completely different from his usual composed demeanor.

“He has.” The young lady hesitated for a few seconds, deciding not to mention the outcome of Baron Moroz.

“But this place is about to be destroyed. If possible, let me take you away.”

“No, I must wait for Baron Moroz to return,” the butler shook his head, rejecting the sword-wielding girl who seemed to have abandoned her post.

“But…”

“There’s nothing to ‘but.’ This is my profession and faith.” The butler rejected again, expressing his willingness to stay.

“But the child behind you is very scared. So, shouldn’t we ask her what she wants?”

“She? Ha ha, she is our lord’s possession. I advise you not to meddle in affairs that don’t concern you.” The butler waved his hand, easily refusing.

“Is that so?” The young lady tilted her head, paused for a moment, then directly asked the girl behind her.

“Do you want to come with me? It’s very dangerous here.”

“Miss Mesia! Please pay attention to your words and actions now. What you’re doing is equivalent to theft and robbery of a noble’s property.” The butler drew his dagger from his waist, placing it in front of Lolan Hill.

Unfortunately, Lolan Hill paid no heed to this, continuing to ask the girl.

“I I want to leave.” Perhaps it was her clear, expressive eyes, or perhaps it was her gentle voice, the girl finally gathered the courage to respond.

“You!” The butler turned to look at the rebellious girl behind him, ready to slap her to face reality.

“That’s it.” A longsword suddenly appeared, pressing against the butler’s neck, leaving a faint trace of blood. Even though it hadn’t cut through, the cold touch made

She couldn’t help but calm down quickly.

Lolan Hill was somewhat tired of dealing with such nobility. She could clearly see that the girl was being coerced, but she didn’t want to ask for reasons at this moment.

“I understand,” the butler carefully put down his sword, standing nervously aside as the girl walked past him.

Accompanied by the remaining two people, Lolan Hill rushed towards the ground. Along the way, every ghost and corpse they encountered were cleanly and swiftly shattered by the flashing sword light.

Only then did the butler gradually realize that Miss Mesia was not just beautiful on the outside. Her strength was comparable to those geniuses from Emanas.

“Hope the master can forgive my early retreat,” he thought to himself as he hurriedly followed the figure ahead. Now he felt something was amiss. The number of ghosts along the way was increasing, and the dead magic energy in the air was becoming more intense and chilling, slowly corroding their bodies.

Reaching the final staircase, the long passage extended upwards. Lolan Hill could smell the fresh scent in the air, the dewy smell of the night forest, slightly cool.

Reflecting on tonight’s operation, she felt like she had overlooked something, or perhaps felt uneasy. Why was the defense of this relic, which contained sacred relics, so simple? Why was it precisely her who encountered this? It was known that ‘sacred relics’ rarely appeared outside, and it might take one or two centuries to discover new ones.

Why did she encounter this so ‘luckily’? Was everything coincidental? If it was, the probability was too small.

And if not, it meant that everything was meticulously planned.

Analyzing the intelligence in her mind, Lolan Hill’s steps became faster and faster, gradually leaving the sight of the two behind her, diving into the forest night wind above.

Afterwards, at the edge of a clearing in the forest, a girl dressed in red and black suddenly leaped out. Around the entrance, there were no longer any figures that had entered before. Those soldiers, officers, guests, and even the adventurers who came out early had vanished as if into thin air.

Everything was eerily quiet, even Yan Liuyan, the Eastern swordsman, was nowhere to be seen.

Lolan Hill’s foot touched the ground, slowly descending. Looking at the silent forest around her, she couldn’t help but grip the hilt of her sword tightly.

“Welcome, cute and innocent junior,” a female voice suddenly echoed from the treetops.

Looking up, she saw a woman with long straight black hair, lounging on a branch, slightly leaning forward to look at the girl in front of her. Her long dress barely covered the curve of her calves, her feet like a crescent moon gently swaying. Her slender fingers rested on the rough bark beneath her, adorned with several rings.

Though she looked to be in her twenties, Lolan Hill did not underestimate her. After all, a witch’s age cannot be judged by appearance.

Seeing Lolan Hill about to speak, the woman raised her hand and waved it toward her. Immediately, countless shadowy figures appeared in the forest.

Black giant wolves leaped out from the dark underbrush, their blood-red eyes full of ferocity and thirst for blood.

“How—”

One wolf howled, and thousands followed. The mournful howls rose and fell under the night sky. This was not the end; the howls spread like signal fires to the distant mountain ridge, with countless roars continuing endlessly.

Hundreds

Thousands

Tens of thousands

Amidst the overwhelming roar of beasts, Lolan Hill felt like a tiny boat surrounded by huge waves, weak and insignificant. Among these demonic beasts, there were even Sequence 7 and Sequence 8 existences.

Like a horizontal mountain ridge, a giant spiked dragon rose from the forest. With each step, stones and soil fell from its back. When its iron hooves landed, the ground seemed to have elasticity, reverberating with a loud sound.

[Dragon Sequence 8 · Ridge Forest Dragon]

Its amber eyes were taller than a person. A red-maned giant lion circled behind the witch.

[Demon Sequence 8 · Fiery Red Wrath Lion]

The soil on the ground was overturned, and a giant white skeletal corpse recombined.

[Necromancer Sequence 8 · Ouroboros Bone Snake]

These ferocious beasts turned this remote small town into the most bustling place in the entire Southern Region.

In the midst of the chorus of animal roars, the emerald witch lightly leaped down from the branch, then was carried by the beasts, sitting atop the massive lion, as tall as a building.

For a moment, countless beasts gathered together, surrounding the small girl in the middle like a mountain, roaring recklessly.

Looking at the figure high above, sitting like in the clouds under the night sky, Lolan Hill recalled the ancient poem’s stories and finally remembered this almost forgotten name.

“Witch of the Savage Beasts · Ibel.”

I need to adjust my schedule. Today’s update is earlier due to fatigue.

Good night everyone.

(End of Chapter)