The Witch's Fated One (3)

It's obvious that the guy who created these three monsters wasn't a very patient person. He simply sewed the faces together to make them look slightly better, but he didn't care much about the bodies, since the black cloaks could cover them up anyway.

On these three bodies, thick, yellowish-green liquid was rolling down their tattered skin and flesh, emitting a strong stench.

Their eyes were dull and lifeless.

The soldiers around were so disgusted and terrified by the scene that their hands, gripping their longbows, trembled uncontrollably.

Just then, three eerie puppets raised their arms.

This action immediately had an unbearable impact on the soldiers around them, whose spirits and wills were in a state of extreme collapse. With a tremor of their hands, a whirlwind of arrows instantly rained down on the three puppets.

The arrows struck the puppet, producing a metallic clanging sound.

The sharp arrows couldn't penetrate the seemingly cracked, torn skin at all.

The three puppets seemed oblivious to the arrows raining down from all sides, showing no intention of retaliating. Their arms slowly rose, their movements unusually sluggish.

It was as if a million-pound weight was being dragged down on those arms, making every inch of movement extremely difficult.

Strangely, Qin Chu had a feeling that the three puppets were fighting against some unseen force.

However, in this confrontation, the three eerie beings were clearly at a disadvantage. Although slow, their hands eventually began to rise and grab their heads from both sides.

Then... the two palms began to exert force from both sides.

Creak, creak, creak...

The heads of the three puppets began to rotate in a strange way.

A chilling, bone-grinding sound began to penetrate everyone's ears.

The already cracked skin on his neck grew wider and wider, revealing muscles that were more rigid and intertwined than steel wire.

In perhaps only a few seconds, their necks were twisted to a degree that no normal living being could endure, resembling a large twisted rope.

However, this process has not stopped.

I don't know how much time has passed, but my head has already turned 360 degrees.

First lap, second lap, third lap...

The skin, flesh, and veins were almost all severed, dripping with blood, with only a single cervical vertebra supporting the enormous head.

Snap...

Finally, with the sound that sent chills down my spine, my already spiral-shaped cervical spine reached its limit.

The head was completely separated from the neck.

The three puppets' six arms fell limply to their sides instantly, their heads slamming onto the ground with a thud and rolling far away.

Its towering body collapsed with a roar, like a mountain of gold or a jade pillar being toppled, raising a cloud of dust.

Such a bizarre way of dying is truly unique.

The two remaining members of the Secret Society who were still standing nearby quickly followed suit.

It was obvious that these two were far less powerful than the three puppets; they easily snapped their own necks.

There wasn't a sound around them; even Eileen's maniacal laughter abruptly stopped.

Everyone felt a chill and aches on the back of their neck.

No one had the courage to utter a single extra word at that moment.

After a long while, Qin Chu took a deep breath and gave Sylph a wink. Sylph understood and immediately flew out with Princess Suna in her arms, landing in front of Edson and handing the princess back to the king.

The former king has now transformed into a remorseful old father, tightly embracing his daughter as if afraid she might disappear from his sight again.

"Your Majesty Edson, this matter is now concluded."

"Thank you for your help this time. I will remember it." Qin Chu said loudly, his hands clasped in front of his chest.

Edson shook his head slightly. "No, Your Majesty, I should be the one saying thank you."

The old king was very clever. Although Qin Chu didn't say it aloud, he could sense that the Hero had other things to deal with, things he absolutely didn't want to see.

After a brief expression of gratitude, the old king, accompanied by his princes, princesses, and soldiers, departed, leaving the entire area to Qin Chu.

Only after those figures had completely disappeared did Qin Chu finally let out a long sigh of relief, looking up at the silent night sky before him. "Your Pride Witch, may you appear now?"

When Eileen's three puppets and the members of the Secret Society died in that bizarre way, Qin Chu already understood that they were being manipulated by some mysterious and strange force.

Although it may appear that their bodies are being manipulated, what is actually being affected is their will.

The three puppets, despite their seemingly dull state, still resisted due to their immense power. Unfortunately, the difference in strength between them was too great. Even in a three-on-one situation, their resistance was suppressed by the Pride Witch, who ultimately snapped their own necks.

As for the two members of the Secret Society, they were utterly helpless.

There is only one being who possesses this ability to manipulate others: the Pride Witch.

Although Qin Chu didn't understand why the Pride Witch was doing this, she didn't seem to be an enemy at all.

The night sky was still filled only with Qin Chu's voice, the silence almost eerily quiet.

After a while, Qin Chu seemed to sense something and suddenly looked up at the sky.

Under the moonlight, a figure appeared and disappeared.

At first, only a faint outline appeared, but just a few simple strokes had already sketched out a graceful figure.

Little Saya frowned slightly as she appeared beside Qin Chu, though she didn't think this suddenly appearing woman would be a match for her.

She could sense that this Witch's strength was similar to that of the Death Witch Ileta —very strong, almost at the pinnacle of this world, yet still no match for her.

However, if a surprise attack is launched, there is still a chance to kill Qin Chu.

Then, the outline became clearer and clearer.

In the night breeze, a long, silvery-white dress flutters in the wind.

She had long, beautiful, jet-black hair.

It has delicate, fair skin.

The Queen has arrived, her beauty and grace unparalleled!

Her stunningly beautiful face was filled with majesty, and her slightly raised head and dark eyes revealed a haughty arrogance. That arrogant aura could even make people subconsciously overlook her equally devastatingly beautiful face.

If she had an extra leather whip in her hand, she would definitely be the real deal, a queen who would drive countless fans crazy.

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Chapter 453 The Witch's Destiny (3)

What a nice view.

It's a kind of beauty in a completely different sense, the opposite of gentleness and grace.

Even if Qin Chu wasn't a fan of Ai Mu, he could still feel the woman's amazing charm.

Qin Chu found it hard to describe the feeling; it was like all the exquisite things combined together to create the most perfect visual enjoyment, and even just floating quietly in mid-air was a beautiful sight.

Her clothing wasn't revealing, yet it exuded charm.

The silver-white dress she wore was different from the typical gauze dresses worn by young girls; it was slightly thicker. At the waist, there was a contrasting black belt, which made her waist appear even more slender, as delicate as a willow swaying in the breeze.

Beneath the flowing skirt were stockings that were also quite thick, almost like trousers.

Beneath the tight wrapping, a pair of long, rounded legs were like pillars; even without touching them, one could feel their amazing elasticity and subtle warmth.

That face was so beautiful it seemed otherworldly, like a dream, with bright, noble phoenix eyes, and even the strands of her flowing hair exuded elegance and grace. Among the many women Qin Chu had encountered, only the Little Saya could rival her beauty; even the two exquisite beauties, Sylph and Athena, paled in comparison.

Her imposing and unapproachable noble aura put immense pressure on Sylph and Athena.

This... is the Pride Witch.

Qin Chu's gaze swept over her full figure. Because of the presence of Little Saya, Qin Chu had a high level of resistance in this regard, and he quickly regained his composure.

But his gaze did not leave her; it remained fixed on that stunningly beautiful face.

Qin Chu wanted to see if this Pride Witch had gone mad like Phil and Violet.

His dark eyes were as deep as the starry sky.

There was no madness deep in his eyes.

It seems he hasn't gone mad.

Just as Qin Chu was scrutinizing the Pride Witch, the Witch's gaze also swept over Qin Chu, Athena, Sylph, and... Little Saya.

The longest time was spent on Little Saya.

Without a doubt, the Pride Witch could clearly feel the terrifying pressure emanating from Little Saya, a being far more powerful than herself. Yet, even so, there was not a trace of fear on the Pride Witch's face.

The two powerful Witch exchanged glances for only a moment.

The Pride Witch's gaze had already returned to Qin Chu; she could see through Qin Chu thoughts. "Don't worry, I won't go mad like the other Witch."

"To be unable to even control the Divine Authority is a disgrace to the name of Pride." A cold voice echoed through the night sky.

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an air of authority and pride.

Tsk, how Pride!

Perhaps it was this innate Pride that made her the best host of Pride Authority, wielding the power of domination.

To control the minds of others, to arbitrarily distort the souls of other beings, and to make everything submit before you—this is the Pride's Dominion.

Qin Chu's body had not yet recovered, and his muscles were still throbbing with spasms, but Qin Chu maintained his composure and manners. It seemed that this Pride Witch was not there to fight, which was good news.

Even with Little Saya by your side, it's best to avoid conflict with the Witch if possible.

This is dangerous.

Qin Chu smiled and said, "Sorry, it was just an unconscious action. I hope Your Excellency the Pride Witch won't be angry about something like this?"

"This seems rather impolite. Would you do me the honor of inviting Her Witch into the house for a chat?"

The Pride Witch's fair face remained expressionless as she calmly nodded, her body flying through the night sky before slowly descending.

Eileen was still screaming in agony in front of the hotel.

She's not dead yet.

"Sylph, stay with Eileen. Don't let anyone come and hurt her, understand?" Qin Chu instructed Sylph beside him.

He's so kind; he's still concerned about this woman who's determined to kill him.

After all, Eileen had already suffered terribly; both her arms had been torn off and she was bleeding profusely. Qin Chu and couldn't bear to see this, much less that anyone would continue to hurt Eileen at this time.

Otherwise, Eileen could die too quickly if she's not careful.

"Athena, retrieve the storage rings from Eileen's arms... well, I mean, her fingers, find Jello's Soul Fragment, and then set up a protective barrier around them."

The two girls nodded and left.

Qin Chu then invited the Pride Witch into the room.

As soon as Qin Chu entered the room, he suddenly remembered a very serious problem: this was not the palace he was used to, and there was no hall for entertaining guests.

The room contained only a bed and a chair, nothing more.

This made Qin Chu slightly embarrassed. "Ahem, Witch Majesty, the environment is a bit simple."

The Pride Witch remained silent, only shaking her head slightly to indicate that there was no problem.

As her skirt swayed gently, her two long, beautiful legs slowly crossed, and her high-heeled boots clicked on the ground, every movement exuding grace and charm.

She didn't try to show anything deliberately, but her nobility always shone through unintentionally.

Qin Chu sat on the edge of the bed, while Little Saya leaned gently against the windowsill; there were only three people in the room.

The Pride Witch's fingers traced the armrest of her chair, seemingly not intending to speak immediately. The atmosphere in the room became slightly tense. Qin Chu's expression remained unchanged, still adorned with a smile. He planned to begin with some casual conversation; Qin Chu had a premonition that he could glean some important information from the Pride Witch.

"I do not yet know your name..."

"The Pride Witch." It was still that cold, clear voice.

It was crisp and melodious, yet also carried a chilling quality.

"Um, I meant the name." Qin Chu blinked.

The Pride Witch frowned slightly, her expression somewhat sharp. She seemed reluctant to reveal her real name. After a few seconds, Pride Witch finally spoke, "Adelina!"

"It's a very nice name," Qin Chu exclaimed.