Chapter 435: Trap

Translator: Larbre Studio  Editor: Larbre Studio

Trigly and Marion had been living in fear.

They had no idea what they were about to face, but it would clearly be something wicked.

Just then, Chen Zhao walked in and pointed at Marion. “Bring out the more injured one.”

“What are you doing? Where are you bringing me?!”

Underlings could not understand human language. Of course, even if they could, they would still obey Chen Zhao’s instruction.

Underlings were pretty rough creatures. Pulling and dragging, a few of them brought Marion out of the cell.

On the other hand, Trigly hid in a corner and shivered in horror, not even daring to look at Chen Zhao.

Soon, Marion’s limbs were fixed tightly in place. Chen Zhao held his own chin with one hand.

Looking at Chen Zhao’s evil face, Marion could not stop shuddering.

He screamed even louder…

In fact, Chen Zhao had yet to do anything. He tried to cast Needle-Thread Guidance.

A beam of Qi converged at his fingertip. As Chen Zhao scratched Marion’s wrist, its interior was completely destroyed, although his wrist still seemed normal.

Of course, after the move, the Qi also dissipated.

“I still can’t maintain it,” Chen Zhao muttered to himself.

Marion’s ear-piercing screams almost filled the entire castle.

Below them, Trigly could clearly hear Marion above the ceiling.

Chen Zhao tried a few more times, but he still could not use the technique proficiently.

Importantly, he could not use it for treatment. If he were to use it aggressively, it would be ineffective too.

He might as well just punch his opponent. With Chen Zhao’s current strength, his punch was definitely stronger than Needle-Thread Guidance.

Moreover, Needle-Thread Guidance was not meant to be used in battle. Its biggest use was to treat internal injuries, such as internal muscle injuries that even modern surgery could not heal.

The people in the past must have developed such a special method because they did not have surgery.

In particular, there must have been many conflicts between clans such as Qingyi Sect.

Without a unique skill, Qingyi Sect would not have survived this long.

Needle-Thread Guidance was the spell that Chen Zhao valued the most. Being able to use it perfectly would dramatically increase his medical performance.

There was another spell that interested Chen Zhao, namely Qingyi Armor.

It was a defensive spell, like the famous kung fu move, Golden Bell. The user would condense Qi on their skin to form a layer of protection.

However, unlike Golden Bell, which was like an unbreakable shell, Qingyi Armor would manifest itself as a layer of Qi on the surface. The layer of Qi could be broken, but it would be very elastic, as if the user had a layer of rubber on them.

Chen Zhao found mostly attack spells, which he found unsuitable and hard to experiment.

Most spells were aggressive and would use a large amount of Qi per cast.

Chen Zhao either could not use them or would lose all his strength after a single cast.

After all, Chen Zhao was still too weak.

“Kill me… Kill me…” Marion begged.

Chen Zhao cured Marion’s wounds slightly and threw him back into the cell.

…

In the suburbs to the north of LA, there was an abandoned church.

It was a gathering place for the witches in LA. While there was no formal organization, witches would occasionally meet up.

Activities included trading, gathering, and alliance.

When Sienna arrived at the abandoned church, there was already someone inside.

“Hey, Sienna.” A girl with black hair approached Sienna and greeted her.

“Carla, you’re here too,” Sienna said.

“I heard it’s a gathering organized by Ms. Theresa,” Carla said. “Is it about a joint attack against Evangeline?”

“Possibly,” Sienna nodded.

Sienna was the one who had informed everyone about it. In addition, this was perhaps the only major event recently for which Theresa would call for a meeting.

Theresa was one of the senior witches in LA and an accepted witch leader. She was powerful, knowledgeable and wise.

Over ten witches appeared one after another. The gathering was not compulsory.

A witch could choose to come or not.

There might be aloof witches who would rather stay hidden.

“Oh, I’m getting married next month,” Carla said.

“Really? Congrats.” Sienna had a sincere smile, but she did not want to continue the topic.

After all, if they kept talking about it, Carla might invite Sienna to her wedding.

Crucially, Sienna would have to give them a present.

“Are you free on the twelfth next month?”

“Err… I’m not sure. I’ve been quite busy recently,” Sienna said awkwardly.

Just then, the side door of the church was opened.

Theresa was standing at the door, and Sienna was delighted.

Fortunately, Theresa had appeared in time to stop their conversation about the wedding.

Theresa continued to stand at the door, but her expression was rather weird.

“Ms. Theresa, may I ask why you’ve summoned us today?” a witch asked.

Suddenly, Theresa vomited a mouthful of dirty blood and a pair of hands stretched from her mouth.

Then, her body was torn apart.

“Bloody Parasitism!!” someone in the crowd shouted.

A bloody naked body stood before everyone with a gloomy smile.

“Evangeline! She’s Evangeline!!” Sienna shouted.

It was a trap! The person who had summoned them was not Theresa, but Evangeline!

An old witch mustered her courage. She waved her wand and it emitted a beam of light. “Demon, go to Hell! Transform!”

Evangeline blocked with her hand and the magical beam was reflected onto another witch.

Immediately, the witch turned into a sheep. Before she could react, Evangeline had already attacked the sheep with her bloody claws. When the sheep collapsed, it turned back into a human.

“No! It’s Ms. Theresa’s Mirror Reflection!”

“Why does she know this spell?”

“I remember. Ms. Theresa’s teacher was in the team that went to destroy the ghost ship!”

“Do not use spells. Before Mirror Reflection is broken, no spells can harm her.”

“Then what should we do?”

“Explode magical phosphor! Mirror Reflection does not work against AoE attacks.”

After all, there were more than a dozen witches present. With advantage in number, nobody had retreated yet.

Each witch more or less had some magical phosphor.

But Evangeline knew that, too, so she acted first and charged into the crowd.

Before Mirror Reflection ended, she did not need to worry about spell attacks.

“Ladies, revel your last moments!”

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