Mysterious: The Innate Sacred Body of Destiny

Chapter 45 Will the fleeing witch find a savior?

"Damn it! That wretched witch!" The magician was in a sorry state; his coat was covered in frost, but underneath, exposed flesh bore burn marks.

The flames he released to make the flames leap actually fueled the witch's black flames to some extent.

"Spending too much time with a group of newbies has made me complacent..." the magician said, panting heavily, clearly dissatisfied with his performance.

In the battle just now, their first sneak attack was dodged by the witch, causing the situation to change instantly.

With her familiarity with the area and her strange silk-thread abilities, the opponent was like a mother spider, making close-range combat impossible. The clown following her was also bound by the witch's silk threads and thrown off the building.

He kicked away the ice shards at his feet. Taking new recruits on missions was indeed a recipe for disaster; his own reaction was a beat too slow, and he hadn't realized that they had already been exposed when they infiltrated.

"Mirror substitute, what a troublesome ability..."

"The witch's life-saving methods are truly legendary..."

He ripped open his collar, panting heavily, his back teeth grinding together. The playing card that was supposed to pierce the witch's brow was now trembling in the mirror five meters away.

He wasn't in good condition, but the witch wasn't much better off.

The witch named Sharon stepped into his trap and was hit several times by his air bullets.

Under such injuries, even if the opponent is a "warrior," they would definitely not feel good.

If we persevere and wait for our teammates to arrive, that witch will surely be defeated.

That's why, realizing she was caught in a war of attrition, the witch didn't linger. After dealing with the clown, she quickly broke through the window and escaped.

The Magician, who was not in good condition, did not chase immediately, but waited for his teammates to provide support.

With the fortune teller's abilities, that witch has no chance of escaping. When the time comes, it's only a matter of time before the group of them work together to take down the injured witch.

"Where are those guys?"

"Did you run into that witch?"

Seeing that his teammates hadn't come to his aid, the magician had a bad feeling. He quickly reached out and transferred the wound on his abdomen to his left arm. The pain made his vision go black, but at least he could move freely again.

"These guys are such a handful..." He got up and walked towards the door.

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Klein swore he had never been in such an embarrassing situation.

If we don't count the time at the fortune-telling club, this was probably the most embarrassing situation he had ever encountered.

Like his colleagues, he was also somewhat at a loss when he looked at the three figures in front of him.

In front of Mrs. Sharon's house, the two groups of people faced each other.

Neither side made a move, fearing that they might ignite this powder keg that would explode at the slightest touch.

Who are they, and why are they here...? These questions lingered in the minds of the Night Watch team.

Meanwhile, the circus team on the other side had similar questions.

"who are they?"

"Judging from their clothes, they seem to be night watchmen. Why would a night watchman be here?"

But one thing is certain for both sides: the people on the other side are definitely not to be trifled with.

After a moment of silence, Acting Captain Frye spoke first: "Who are you, and why are you here!"

"I, we are..." The clown's mind went blank for a moment, unsure of what reason to give.

No, at this point, it's no longer feasible to claim that our team are unrelated individuals; the other side simply won't believe us.

The clown gritted his teeth, then a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Please put down your weapons, put your hands behind your heads, and squat down." Seeing the other party's strange reaction, Fry continued to speak with a solemn expression.

Upon hearing this, the clown at the front smiled even more broadly. After exchanging a glance with his teammates, the three gradually dispersed and entered battle formation.

The atmosphere gradually spiraled out of control.

"Bang!"

A gunshot shattered the silence of the night.

Overwhelmed by tension, the fortune teller instinctively pulled the trigger.

At that moment, everyone present widened their eyes instantly.

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"hateful!"

"Where did those guys come from...?"

Sharon staggered and grabbed the broken wall, panting heavily.

Her lace nightgown was torn at the neckline down to her waist, and the fabric, covered in blood scabs, rose and fell with her breaths. Moonlight slid down her collarbone and onto her snow-white skin beneath the tattered fabric.

This is the instinct of "pleasure," and even when seriously injured and fleeing, every undulation of her skin exudes allure.

In stark contrast to her alluring body was her face, which was filled with twisted resentment.

If she hadn't left some precautions in the house to help her sense the danger beforehand, she probably would have been a charred corpse in that explosion.

As a veteran witch, she had considered this possibility and therefore prepared several safe houses in Tingen City.

Because of her limited spirituality, she couldn't use her extraordinary abilities to escape. But fortunately, as a Sequence 6 extraordinary being, she could still walk quite fast even in this injured state.

Unfortunately, she hadn't taken two steps when she heard footsteps coming from afar.

Sharon frowned. Based on her witch's sense of danger, she was certain that the person who came was an extraordinary being.

"Damn it, are they those two's accomplices...?"

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"This neighborhood is quite nice," Lorne muttered to himself, looking around at his surroundings.

Compared to the rusty smell of the Iron Cross neighborhood, this neighborhood is much cleaner and tidier.

"Perhaps this is what the wealthy neighborhood of this era is like..."

He suddenly stopped walking.

The machine's spiritual premonition was triggered.

"There's something nearby..." Lorne immediately realized something was wrong.

The bag suddenly shook violently, and Rachi inside seemed to sense something. It used its front paws to unfasten the bag's clasp, and its body sprang out like a compressed spring, leaping onto the nearby wall.

Then he weaved through the surrounding houses and disappeared into the night in a flash.

"Tap...tap...tap"

He had no time to pay attention to Laki, and then Lorne heard footsteps.

Thanks to his enhanced vision from the "machine," Lorne could clearly see the appearance of the person who approached.

She was a woman covered in wounds; her lace nightgown was tattered, revealing her snow-white skin underneath.

Lorne could smell a peculiar fragrance emanating from her, one that seemed capable of captivating others.

And the other person's gentle, tender expression seemed to be calling out to him.

This strange allure gave Lorne a sense of familiarity.

That silver-haired woman from Backlund!

Yes, it was that woman… Lorne recalled his experience in the alley that day; the other person felt the same way as the woman in front of him.

Is it the same approach?

The "machine" also has a certain degree of enhanced mental resistance. This temptation is still within the range that Lorne can resist.

He did not obey the other party's call, but instead slowly retreated step by step.

The woman was clearly not in good condition, and Lorne didn't dare to make any obvious movements for fear of disturbing her.

"what?"

Lorne had only taken two steps when he realized he seemed unable to move.

He looked down and found a black thread wrapped around his ankle.

Dangerous!