Epic Witch, Bella of a Thousand Faces

Za Warudo!

Let's turn back time a little.

The Claw Nest could only be described as a complete mess.

The cavern walls were covered in either whip marks or Scythe Shadows. The collisions between flames under two third-tier magical armaments had left scorch marks everywhere inside the nest.

As for the two combatants, Bishop Eugenia—in other words, Bella at this moment—looked utterly battered. Her originally outrageously alluring flame robe was now tattered beyond recognition, and the light on her dozen-meter-long Flame Whip had dimmed considerably, far from its former brilliance.

As for our Vivian, although her cheat-like Second Personality was currently enjoying an overwhelming advantage, making one sigh at how powerful cheating could be, the level gap between them had ultimately still left the girl somewhat injured.

Her black-flame dress, which covered her entire body, had been grazed by whip marks and now sported several holes. Her snow-white, delicate skin could be glimpsed within, inviting endless flights of fancy. Nonsense! That was Eugenia, a bishoply big sister who ate rich food every day and took such good care of herself that her skin was radiant. Our poor Vivian, on the other hand, only had a young girl's figure.

Sigh. Even if a few more holes appeared, no one would be able to see anything. She was so skinny you'd only see bones, right?

He seemed to understand now why the Second Personality had reshaped her own body in the dark space—and even slipped in some private extras.

But in any case, the battle was still exceptionally fierce!

To describe it with a phrase that wasn't actually an idiom:

Women fighting.

Terrifying indeed!

At this point, some people might have wondered: Wait, Vivian was fighting so fiercely that heaven and earth seemed to turn upside down, so what was Liao Zixuan doing?

You weren't the only one with that question. The two beta testers standing around doing nothing, Big Watermelon and Melee God of Magic, felt the same way.

The two players could be seen cautiously and stealthily making their way over to Wolf Cub.

Then the six eyes met: two pairs of player eyes that seemed to say, "Lord Wolf, why are you watching the show too?" and one pair of wolf-cub eyes that seemed to reply, "What, do you have a problem with that?"

Although the players had no way to communicate with Liao Zixuan through Telepathy, as the old saying went, the eyes were the windows to the soul.

The two players gave Wolf Cub another look that said, "Lord Wolf, when are you planning to make your move?"

They weren't worried that Vivian would lose.

What a joke! Did they understand the value of a Witch or not?

Big Watermelon and Melee God of Magic simply didn't want to miss this rare opportunity. They also hoped to witness the strength of the little wolf cub who had always stayed by Vivian's side, never leaving her.

After all, the Summoner class was famous for being the kind where "even ten of me might not be able to beat you, but perhaps my Summoned Beast can slap you to death."

But since Vivian herself was already this strong, the two players were naturally even more curious about the little wolf cub before them. He didn't look particularly fierce; in fact, he seemed incredibly adorable.

Unfortunately, Liao Zixuan replied with a look that said, "What's the hurry?"

Rolling his eyes, he also gave the two players some guidance through his gaze, as if frustrated that they couldn't understand.

This was women fighting! A man's favorite. Ahem, no—it was a rare sight!

Knowing what to watch and where to focus during such a scarce battle was an art in itself.

For example, would you watch Eugenia fire a Flame Spear Technique from her left hand at Vivian, only for the girl to evade it with a graceful backflip?

No!

What respectable person watches magical effects and combat techniques?

What you had to watch was how, after dodging, Vivian immediately counterattacked with a Scythe Shadow. Even though Eugenia desperately tried to evade it, she was still slashed open, and her pitiful magical-armament robe grew steadily smaller until it was almost a qipao.

Battle damage! Did they understand battle damage or not?

As men themselves, the two players instantly understood the meaning behind Liao Zixuan's gaze. They suddenly saw the light, then solemnly admired him, before their expressions shifted into utter disbelief.

Good grief, so you were that kind of wolf!

Then, as though they had discovered a new continent, the two players began happily watching the battle alongside the wicked little wolf cub.

The three of them—no, two people and one wolf—all lent their support through their gazes, striving to kill Eugenia with their eyes.

If the Second Personality, who was fighting fiercely above, had known that the three spectators below were thinking this way, she probably would have ignored the enemy and gone down first to give them a scythe warning, cutting all three of them apart.

All jokes aside, surely no one really thought that Liao Zixuan was such a shallow man. Or such a shallow wolf, for that matter?

The real reason he didn't act was, firstly, that the Second Personality rarely got to come out, and she was having fun fighting. Hadn't the battle-crazed excitement on the girl's face almost overflowed?

Secondly, Liao Zixuan wanted this newly born Second Personality to suffer a setback. He wanted the girl to understand that although she was a cheater, she hadn't grown strong yet, and furthermore—

In this world, cheaters were far from limited to just her.

"You—cough, cough—you're not someone else's soul." After wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, Eugenia—who had been sent flying by the girl yet again—dragged her battered body from the crater in the ground. She seemed to have finally confirmed this point.

"This is what you mentioned before. Another me?"

Faced with the bishop's question, Vivian was now the one floating in midair, looking down condescendingly at Eugenia, who was kneeling on the ground and using one hand to support herself.

"Correct."

"Unfortunately, there's no reward!"

Vivian once again turned her scythe into a blur and swung it toward Eugenia on the ground, as though delivering the final blow.

But this time, the bishop seemed to have exhausted all her strength. Faced with the murderous girl, she neither dodged nor defended herself.

Splurt!

Blood sprayed through the air, making the eyelids of the two players—who had been thoroughly absorbed in the battle after Liao Zixuan's persuasion and were still reluctant for it to end—twitch. They nearly developed a trauma from the sight.

Eugenia's body had been horizontally cleaved in two by Vivian's enormous scythe. Her beautiful upper and lower halves instantly separated and were churned into minced meat.

Could you imagine how she had been seductively dressed just moments ago, only to end up dismembered by five horses?

A certain heartless little wolf cub silently mourned for the two unlucky girls.

Who told them not to be proper?

Serves them right!

Was the battle over?

The two players, who had finally recovered, looked confused. Vivian had clearly slain her enemy, yet she still hadn't dispelled her magical armament.

In fact, the opposite was true. The madness on the girl's face slowly faded, replaced by rare solemnity. Her brows knitted tightly, and she gripped the enormous scythe burning with Black Flame even more tightly.

Then, just as Big Watermelon and Melee God of Magic were completely baffled and had no idea what was happening—

A sinister, frigid aura began rapidly gathering at the place where Bishop Eugenia had died.

The nest had been filled with scorching fire elemental energy after the fierce battle, but as a faint phantom slowly took shape, the temperature inside the cavern began plunging like a sheer cliff.

"Hehehe..."

"Very good, Vivian. You really are very good. You actually managed to defeat the weakest of my hundred or so clones."

"You're pretty impressive."

The woman's sinister laughter echoed through the nest.

The phantom gathering above the corpse took the shape of another woman.

Only this time, she was no longer Bishop Eugenia. Instead, she was a woman draped in wolf-fur clothing, holding a Wolf Head Scepter, with a dark blue-green wolf-shaped mask tilted atop her head.

Liao Zixuan narrowed his eyes at the sight.

Big Watermelon and Melee God of Magic instinctively cast Detection at her.

Then—

The two players were dumbfounded.

Epic Witch—"Bella of a Thousand Faces"

Level: Lv60

Status: Soul Fragment

Main Class: ???

Sub-Class: ???

Threat Level: Extremely Lethal!!

Happy National Day, everyone! The author got up late and overslept today, so the update was slow. Sumimasen! The author isn't going anywhere to play during the holiday. I'll be staying in my little dark room at home, typing away for everyone. Wuwuwu, please, sirs, spare me some recommendations, monthly votes, and investment! Thanks!