House Witch

Chapter 543 542. A fork in the road of destiny

Offering this crazy world the eternal soul-killing gun

This is a powerful forbidden spell that Dorothy learned through the ancient slate of the Snow Lady. The difficulty of learning is as high as eleven levels. It is also the highest level of the forbidden spells she has mastered so far.

Of course, strictly speaking, the real destructive power of this forbidden spell is not too outstanding, and it may not be as powerful as some ten-ring forbidden spells that specialize in destruction. However, this forbidden spell has an extremely special and extremely The valuable special attack attribute is the special attack against world consciousness.

Do you understand the value of automatically searching for enemies and killing them with one strike?

It is only the characteristics of the game that are all in the middle of failure that are worthy of the intensity of the eleven-ring forbidden spell.

Since Leviathan is transformed by the resentment of the world consciousness, then while she possesses part of the divine power of the world consciousness, she is also inevitably attached to the divinity of the world consciousness. In this way, he will eat this forbidden curse. Special attack.

Moreover, the birth of this forbidden curse was the tragedy of a child killing his mother. Therefore, this forbidden curse also has a special effect that makes people speechless.

That is, if a person from the native world releases this blow against the world consciousness of his own world, this blow will also have the effect of ignoring defense.

Alas, this is because the world consciousness of that big world took the initiative to give up its defense and let her children kill them. This god-killing gun was the last gift she planned to give to her children.

In this way, the classic three hooks are all alive. This is the true god-killing gun. As long as it is successfully released, the world consciousness that is the target is basically dead.

When she first learned this forbidden spell, the otaku witch complained in her heart that this thing was really a filial son's gun and a true treasure for his mother.

But at that time, she was still thinking that she would probably never need the second special effect in her life. After all, she would only think about attacking the world consciousness of the witch world after she was full.

Moreover, this forbidden spell is only bred by a big world. It may really be able to kill the big world and the world consciousness under the big world with one blow, but it is still unclear whether it will work in a natural disaster world like the Witch World. It’s hard to say.

But reality is sometimes so clever. The otaku witch never expected that she would actually use this special forbidden spell so quickly, and it would really target her "mother".

Damn it, this wave of filial sons is actually me.

"Bah, bah, bah, I don't want to be a filial son. It's absolutely impossible. This is a disgrace to my family's status as a hero."

The otaku witch touched her chin and began to think seriously.

You must know that if you want to restore the underworld, you still need the cooperation of the world consciousness. If the world consciousness is killed with one shot, her plan to destroy the world first and then create it will be ruined.

"No, the original forbidden spell is too disharmonious. It's so bad that it kills instantly. I only need to be half dead. I have to find a way to change the forbidden spell, weaken its power, and save some consumption."

Dorothy thought so.

This wasn't too much trouble for her, after all, she had to start over from scratch.

In the second act of the night of witches, the witches only unlocked the memories under the forbidden spell, so Dorothy had forgotten how to release the forbidden spell.

But after all, it was magic she had mastered before, so now following the vague memories and impressions that still remain, it is not difficult for her to figure out this forbidden spell again.

Moreover, if it is a weakened version and the concept of one-hit kill is removed, the research difficulty will be reduced a lot. Not only will the workload not be increased, but the burden will even be reduced.

The only troublesome thing is that this forbidden spell is not something that can be figured out by someone in a laboratory. She was able to learn it instantly because the stone tablet of Frost Snow Girl recorded the past of the destroyed world. It can be easily learned as long as the soul resonates with the memory, but now in this witch night, there is no slate that can be learned in one click.

"Oh, that's fine, let's go out for a walk."

The otaku witch sighed and decided.

As a hardcore homebody, she actually doesn't like to travel far away. If possible, she would like to stay at home all the time, but there are always some things that cannot be experienced by staying at home.

Just like the suffering and desolation under the doomsday.

The final soul-killing gun that killed the world was originally from that world. People in that world were forced to survive under their own natural disasters and had no way out, so they had no choice but to decide to kill the gods.

And now Dorothy is in an environment where natural disasters are everywhere, and the world is about to be destroyed by floods. In this way, the same creative environment is already there. If she can empathize with the desperate man who created the forbidden curse If so, it should be able to inspire her to master this forbidden spell again.

But the empathy required for this is obviously not something she can feel after sitting in the office and listening to the following people's reports for a few times.

Talking on paper is not advisable, it is too far from reality.

Some things written in a report are just a bunch of numbers, and others will pass them by in a flash, but if you were to visit the scene in person, it might be a literal mountain of corpses, seas of blood, and bones everywhere.

She needs to get to the bottom and re-examine this disaster and doomsday from a mortal perspective.

And this is an offensive forbidden spell after all, and high-intensity battles will also stimulate inspiration.

In short, the good days of sitting in the office are over, so prepare to endure hardship.

But Dorothy is not the kind of delicate girl who grew up in a greenhouse. Before landing on the Witch Island, she had been wandering on the ground with Adam. This time she was reliving her childhood.

"Dinisha, I'll leave you with the work in the city first. I'll go find a way to bring our mother back. After all, she seems to be a little homesick and unwilling to move around."

The otaku witch looked up at the narwhal still wandering near her lair, and then said to her good sister beside her.

In this regard, Dinisha also felt a little ashamed, and she looked helplessly at her mother in the distance.

I can really only say that it is you who are worthy of me. Even if you lose your mind and turn into a world-destroying beast due to the energy of death and resentment, this still cannot change your harmless nature.

The Lord God King recalled the distant past.

Others say that the rise of the God King is due to the contract he made with the consciousness of the world. In fact, there was no contract that night. There was just an encounter between a girl who longed for revenge and a world that was calmly waiting to die.

That day she was tied to a cross by the villagers. No matter how she explained, the ignorant villagers were unwilling to listen to her. The hateful witch hunter was smiling evilly in the distance, and the ignorant villagers were waiting to watch the fun.

Her beloved priest just looked at her quietly from a distance and did nothing in the end.

Her childhood sweetheart, whom she regarded as a younger sister, was her executioner. She stepped forward with a torch, fed her a bottle of "sleeping pills" that allowed her to fall asleep directly, so as not to suffer more when she was conscious, and then lit it without any hesitation. Got the torch.

That bottle of "sleeping pills" was really a good thing, but as soon as she drank it, a strong feeling of sleepiness came to her heart. The last thing she saw was the burning flame and the veiled sister waving to her. .

She hated it, she hated the ignorance of the villagers, she hated the shamelessness of the witch hunter, she hated the priest's indifference, and most of all, she hated her sister's ruthlessness.

Why could she be so decisive without even a little hesitation or reluctance?

Even the slightest show of pain would have made her feel better, but she was even smiling.

She was sure that her sister's face under the veil was smiling.

How could she not hate this.

And how could a mere "sleeping pill" be effective in the pain of being burned by fire? In the hazy state of consciousness, in the unspeakable pain and despair, her consciousness finally suddenly left her body and came to a destroyed temple. Among the ruins.

On top of the ruins, she saw a little girl in white squatting on the ground crying.

The little girl seemed surprised by her visit and ran straight over as soon as she saw her.

"Wow, how did you get here? No human has been able to come here for a long time. This should be a place where only the will of a hero can come. Are you a hero?"

"Is this the afterlife? Unfortunately, I am not a hero. If I must say it, I am an Avenger."

Thinking that she had come to the afterlife, she looked at the strange little girl who still had tears on her face, but tried hard to stare into those golden eyes and look majestic and replied like this.

"What's the afterlife? You're not dead yet, why don't you think about dying when you're doing well? I'm really about to die."

The little girl frowned slightly, very dissatisfied with her answer, and almost shed tears again as she spoke.

"Forget it, the fact that you can come here means that you are destined to me. This is the palace where gods once met heroes. The fact that your consciousness can come here at least means that you have the potential to become a hero. It would be a pity for you to die casually. According to the past As a rule, mortals who can come to this palace will get a reward from the gods, but now everyone is dead, but I will still give you the reward."

"I'll give this to you. I'm sorry, I only have this little strength left now. Instead of letting me live and cry for two more days, I might as well give it to you. It can fulfill your wish. I hope you can use this wish to make a good life. Just live."

"It's nice to see you before I disappear. I thought I would disappear alone. It's nice to have someone to see me off."

"You have to live well, I recognize you as the last hero."

She didn't even understand anything. The weird little girl was just talking to herself. After saying that, he slapped a small golden ball into her body. Then the little girl smiled and turned into a point of light and disappeared. Gone.

Well, she was confused the whole time and didn't understand what happened until the little girl left.

She only knew that she seemed to have a wish to make, so...

"I want power, power that can allow me to take revenge. The stronger the power, the better. I don't want to be bullied anymore."

She made this wish, and then the pain that was thousands of times more terrifying than the burning flames struck her.

After that, she didn't know anything until she was woken up again.

When she opened her eyes, she saw a village that had become ruins. Most of the houses in the village were in dilapidated condition, with flames burning everywhere. The ground was full of charred corpses, and the air was filled with the smell of ashes.

It was as if this place had just been attacked by a giant dragon.

At that time, the limit of her imagination was this. Only the legendary dragon could cause this level of destruction.

However, she really saw the giant dragon then, but the huge dragon was already dead. Her headless body was still carrying the church, and its ferocious claws protected a corpse, which was that of Father Adam. corpse.

And that dragon head

Right at her own feet.

And she herself was bathed in dragon blood.

She was really frightened at that time and subconsciously wanted to scream, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she was punched and punched away.

"Um, Dinisha, you finally woke up."

She was very dizzy from the punch and heard a familiar voice with some joy.

Following the voice, she saw her sister who was almost no longer human.

She had never seen her sister, who seemed to be the most beautiful woman in the world, in such a mess. She was blind in one eye, half of her head was missing, one hand was missing, one leg was broken in half, and the other leg was directly damaged. It was twisted into a twist, and a big hole was opened in the chest, from which the internal organs that had been shredded into meat paste could be vaguely seen.

This was an injury that was almost impossible to survive, but my sister still stood there with her twisted one leg, then slowly put away her fists, and finally smiled.

"It's good to wake up. I've reached my limit. Mortals do have their limits. Damn it. That wicked god sent him to travel through time and transform. Why did he come to this shabby and low-demon world? , which limits my performance. If the world hadn’t held me back, why would I be like this?”

My sister sat down on the ground and said those weird things as always.

And she had already been frightened by her sister's appearance. Although she hated her to death before, years of love couldn't be given up so easily.

Having just been punched to the ground, her hands and feet rolled and crawled towards her sister, trying to treat her, but her body, which was already a pile of rotten flesh, was beyond cure.

"Don't panic, Dinisha. The problem is huge. It's useless for you to panic. After all, I actually died ten minutes ago. Now I'm just a corpse that can still move. Just smile at this time."

The younger sister smiled calmly and comforted her like this.

This bastard loves to laugh so much. He can really laugh under any circumstances.

She really couldn't laugh, but under her sister's expectant eyes, she still tried her best to smile.

"It's so ugly, Dinisha, you should smile more, after all, I can only rely on you in the future."

The younger sister shook her head and said with some disgust.

But after saying that, her expression became a little lonely.

"In this life, I have been a greedy person. I thought that as a time traveler, I must be the protagonist of the world. Sooner or later, I will reach the peak of life, and then marry for nothing. I don't want to be rich and beautiful. I have always been the number one candidate in the harem. It's yours, Dinisha. Although childhood sweethearts are usually losers nowadays and will lose to beautiful girls from the sky, I am nostalgic for the past."

"But it's obvious that I am the clown. The protagonist is not me, but you. I am actually a family member who was sacrificed on the way to the protagonist's rise. It is also amazing."

"If there is a next life, I won't be a liver anymore. It's good to be a salted fish. It's true to be ordinary."

"Okay, the time is almost up. It's time for me to burp and live well. Dinisha, you don't need to blame yourself. This is not your fault. It's just that I didn't communicate with you well in advance."

After leaving these last words, my sister lay down on the ground, then closed her eyes, feeling very peaceful.

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Thousands of years later, after defeating the incarnation of the Lord of Glory and wandering around the world of witches, she once again met the little girl who granted her a wish.

"Ah, I didn't disappear. What's going on?"

"Hey, it's you, the last hero. How's it going? Are you doing your best to become a hero?"

the little girl asked.

Now that she has become a complete Avenger, she just puts a crystal that condenses all the power of the small world in front of her with an expressionless face.

"Mother, please eat this and grow up quickly. I need more strength."

Then the little girl looked at the wreckage of her kind in front of her and fell silent.

After a long time, the little girl, who had used her power to understand what had happened in these years and how she had recovered, also showed a guilty expression. She nodded, said nothing more, and swallowed the crystal in one gulp.

"If this can make you feel better, I will try my best, my proudest daughter."

Thousands of years later, she had set foot in heaven and lost her clear goal of revenge. When she looked back at her, the girl was still a girl, but her original golden eyes in white had turned into red ones in blood.

"Do you need me to eat heaven? My daughter."

The girl's blood-colored pupils just looked at her quietly.

"Mother, you shouldn't be like this. It's obvious that I have been venting my anger on you all these years."

With little humanity left in her eyes, she looked back at the girl with the same indifference, and then spoke very rationally.

"That's enough, Mother. If you continue like this, you won't be able to look back."

"There is no turning back long ago. My daughter, you and I are accomplices, aren't we? Anyone can abandon you, but I can't."

The girl said so firmly.

"Mother, if it was Dorothy who saw you instead of me, the witch world wouldn't be like this."

Dinisha finished her recollection. She looked at her mother, who was not ugly at all even when she turned into a disaster beast, and finally sighed.

"Go, Dorothy, I'm here, please help me bring my mother back well."

She asked her sister in front of her.

"Well, I will, just wait until I come back."

The otaku witch waved her hands, then strode forward.

The world line is changing

Kavin is stuck, and there is no request for leave. However, I managed to write 5,000 words, which is amazing. Good night.