That's not how you use a witch!

Chapter 39 Crossing the Night

As her words faded, everything around her was gradually enveloped by darkness rising from below.

The snow-covered landscape in the mountains and forests, rendered in a strange black mist, appeared to have decayed.

At this point, Madonna finally realized what it felt like for Scarlett to describe the arrival of night, and also realized that this mirror image of herself was the embodiment of the inner demons of this darkness.

I won't listen.

The girl then put on a stern face and said, "You're a bad person."

"But I am you..."

"Meidel" let out a morbid laugh.

"My thoughts and ideas are exactly what you think and ideas, or at least what you used to think and ideas, aren't they?"

These pains are real, and that's why I exist; it's just that I'm presenting them to you in a special way at this special moment.

You call me a bad person, but who are the bad people who shaped me? It's your parents who abandoned you, your abusive uncle, those ignorant commoners, the high and mighty church and the powerful… They are not worth your remembrance…

"Give up the struggle, come with me to another world where you can't feel pain..."

While uttering seductive words, "Meidel" placed her hand on the girl's slender shoulder.

The girl stopped walking. She had now emerged from the snow-covered forest, but before her stretched an endless expanse of thorns and farmland.

Farmers could be seen working in the distance—but to the witch, human habitation often symbolized hostility and danger rather than salvation.

Sure enough, when they found her, panicked shouts and vicious curses erupted. Soldiers who arrived at the scene angrily pointed their weapons at her, each with an expression of grave danger on their face.

"Look at these people, how repulsive they are! Don't you want to give them a taste of their own medicine? If you have the thought, they will pay the price and go to hell to repent..."

"Meidel" grinned as she reached for the girl's chest, trying to rip out her heart, taste her heartbeat, and then take her place.

Just when everything seemed to be settled, the girl suddenly grabbed her wrist.

"Meidel" stared in surprise—those seemingly thin hands were as firm as iron clamps, impossible to break free from or shake.

"Ronan once said, 'The past is the past, the present is the present.'"

Under the trembling gaze of "Meidel," the girl raised her head with a serious expression.

"I was indeed in a lot of pain before, but I am very happy now. I don't want to go to the world you mentioned; I want to continue to experience the happiness this world brings me."

"Nonsense, what happiness can there be in a world like this..."

"urgent."

"?"

Even the inner demons are speechless; the girl smiled smugly.

In that instant, a bright opening suddenly appeared in the surrounding darkness, like the dawn breaking through the long night.

[Don't rush, take your time. What's your name? Where are you from?]

Don't be afraid. This is my territory, and I call the shots. No one will hurt you anymore, and no one will dare to drive you away.

It's perfectly normal for good friends to help each other, isn't it?

I don't want to lose you, because you are someone I should cherish.

Scenes of light intertwined and overlapped, making the bright gap clearer and piecing together a familiar outline.

No matter what the future holds, I will face it with you.

Click—

In the silence, the sound of shattering glass rang out—a declaration of breaking free from the cocoon. With that, the darkness that had enveloped everything receded, and the long night was finally over.

"We agreed to witness that brand new ending together, and I don't want him to wait for me for too long."

The girl watched as "Meidel" turned to dust, until the five fingers hanging in front of her chest completely disappeared, before she finally released her grip on the other person.

"Here, only he can touch..."

She muttered to herself as she gently closed her eyes, ending her advanced journey as her consciousness gradually returned to normal.

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In the real world, the three witches, along with Ronan, are engaged in a fierce battle with the Tyrant Serpent.

Bart, who had mistakenly entered a high-level game, couldn't really help much. He could only stand guard beside the iron ball with his sword raised, just to show that he was also trying his best.

Neither side could gain the upper hand, but Bart could see that the scales of victory were actually tipping in favor of the evil beast: the witch's use of magic would inevitably accumulate pollution, and the ever-increasing pollution would inevitably affect her combat power.

But the evil beasts don't have similar worries; their existence stems from pollution. The Tyrant Python's unparalleled regenerative abilities provide a unique advantage in attrition warfare.

As long as it doesn't retreat on its own initiative, it's only a matter of time before our side is defeated—even if Ronan escapes unscathed, the three witches will pay a heavy price.

Not to mention, Madonna's condition seems far from optimistic...

The moment the thought crossed his mind, Bart suddenly heard a faint cracking sound.

He doubted he had heard correctly, because the sound was coming from the iron ball next to him.

But he quickly realized he hadn't misheard:

The next moment, the iron ball suddenly opened a crack without warning, and a somewhat dazzling white light shot out from the crack, shooting straight into the sky!

The giant python, the witch, and Ronan, who were locked in fierce combat, all stopped what they were doing and looked over at the same time:

More and more white light poured out from the gradually expanding gaps, illuminating the night as if it were daytime. Finally, the iron ball itself transformed into a white ball of light, slowly hovering in mid-air, like the rising sun at dawn.

"hiss!"

A surprising scene unfolded: the tyrannical python, which had previously charged headlong at the iron ball, now seemed to see the world around it and turned to flee.

This turn of events came so suddenly that by the time Ronan realized it was best to stop the tyrannical python to prevent future troubles, it had already run over a hundred meters away.

Its lightning-fast escape contrasted sharply with its massive, cumbersome body.

Before it could accelerate further, a blinding white light shot out from behind, piercing its body and then its head.

The Tyrant Serpent crashed to the ground, and even the militia far away in Thorn Territory could feel the heavy shields in their hands vibrate.

This arrogant level seven evil beast died before it could even let out a wail.

In the triumphant tranquility, Ronan and the three witches slowly turned around, the light no longer glaring.

The girl, who had been suspended in mid-air, slowly landed—her body was covered in shimmering silver armor, her purple hair danced wildly in the wind, and her eyes were now blood-red, radiating a sharp and beautiful aura.

In the distance, the dawn slowly emerged, tinging the sky with a hazy, pale white.

[Current Witch: Medallion]

[Status value: 85%]

[Cumulative purification amount: 2001/3000]

[Stage Target (2000) Completed]

[Additional permissions unlocked: Existence Agreement - Pangbo]

[Agreement Details: The maximum psionic/magical energy of the contractor and their contract partner is increased by 5%; an additional 5% is added for each existing agreement.]

[You have a post about unsealing that needs to be viewed...]

[Remaining upgrade nodes: 3000/5000]

[Magic Power: "Steel Armor" (Elite Tier 0) - "Metal Storm" (Elite Tier 1)]

[The analysis of "Steel Armor" has been completed, and you can now use the meta-functions of "Steel Armor"...]

"that."

What brought Ronan back to his senses was the girl's timid voice.

At this moment, the crimson in her eyes had faded, returning to a soft pale pink, but the red had shifted to her cheeks, making her look like a ripe little tomato.

"Could you give me some clothes first?"

"what……"

Ronan then realized that the girl's armored appearance wasn't just for show...

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