Chapter 279: The Bitchy Pretty Witch (Part 7)
Fiona frowned: "Don't be in a hurry to refuse, you haven't stated your conditions yet."
Marie was expressionless: "No need, I refuse."
The cigarette between Fiona's fingers was squeezed out of shape, but she still forced a smile: "Then at least give me a reason."
"As long as a powerful young witch appears, the current Supreme Witch will rapidly age..." Marie said as she stood up.
"There is only one way to change this—to remain youthful forever."
She looked down at Fiona from above: "Did you think you could hide such a thing from me?"
"Those girls you gathered have very good talent, but once the combined witchcraft is activated, no matter how strong their abilities are, they will only be reduced to sacrifices."
"And you, not only obtain the method to eternal life but also eliminate all potential threats, and can heavily damage the Church."
Marie sneered.
"Your calculations are truly comprehensive. But... do you think I would let the Voodoo sect gain another powerful enemy?"
Fiona narrowed her eyes.
Subsequently, she took a deep breath: "We both have witch bloodlines. Our current common enemy should be the Church, and I am not the only one profiting from this matter..."
"How about this: after the combined witchcraft is over, the Academy faction will withdraw from New Orleans and never set foot in the Voodoo sect's territory."
Marie shook her head: "There's one thing you're wrong about. The current common enemy of all factions should be evil entities."
"As for territory, wanting to exchange a piece of useless land for eternal life, heh..."
She didn't finish her sentence, but Fiona read the other party's gaze; it was a look reserved only for fools.
"So there's no room for negotiation?" She stubbed out her cigarette, her tone turning cold.
Marie sat back in her chair: "I won't speak of the combined witchcraft, and the Voodoo sect doesn't want the Church to dominate either."
"Now, while I still don't want to fight, leave quickly."
Fiona's lips moved, but ultimately she said no more.
She stood up and walked out the door with an extremely gloomy face.
Beep beep.
Just as she was about to get in her car, her phone suddenly popped up a message.
Fiona pressed the button and saw written on it—"Dear Ms. Fiona, we have recently developed an anti-aging drug! We have specially prepared a trial sample for you today. When would it be convenient for you to come take a look?"
Fiona pressed hard with her fingertips, even causing the phone's frame to deform slightly.
"This medicine better work."
She snorted coldly, got into the car, and made a phone call.
On the other side.
Seeing Fiona leave, William also prepared to return.
Tonight's trip was truly not in vain. Not only did he learn of this Supreme Witch's conspiracy, but he also found clues to the remains.
But just as he stood up, he suddenly sensed a very dense evil aura.
William immediately gripped his crucifix tightly and activated the magic arrays around him.
He carefully probed with his eyes and quickly found the source of the evil power.
Inside the house.
"Why did you refuse her."
Marie, who was lowering her head and resting, immediately stood up upon hearing this voice.
Immediately after, the wall aside suddenly became rotten and old, and a hand with sharp, long fingernails reached out.
Before long, a "man" appeared in the room.
He leaned on a wooden cane, had dreadlocks, and the brim of the top hat he wore was decorated with a skull. Two blood-red eyes were embedded in a deathly pale face.
"Energy fluctuations of this level... is a demon." William, outside the house, narrowed his eyes.
"Papa Legba... you've arrived." Marie lowered her head, looking humble.
"You haven't answered my question." Legba sat in Marie's chair.
"I... do not want an eternal Supreme Witch to appear among the wizards..." She repeated what she had said to Fiona.
"Hehe... Hehe..."
Legba's laughter was somewhat chilling.
"I thought you just didn't want the matter of the Voodoo sect cooperating with a demon exposed. After all... this is an act of betraying humanity."
Marie narrowed her eyes: "To be able to serve you and the 'Loa Spirits' is the honor of the Voodoo sect."
She bowed slightly.
"But to avoid causing more trouble, appropriate low-profile is inevitable."
Legba stroked Marie's chin, slowly lifting her face: "Look, this is why your soul is so addictive."
Marie gently closed her eyes, rubbing her cheek against that rotten, old hand.
"I have already prepared pure souls for you; you may enjoy them at any time." Her tone was gentle.
"How can tasting delicacies lack your company." Legba smiled, leading Marie toward the inner shop by her collar.
At this time, outside the house.
The corner of William's mouth twitched.
Even someone like him, who was used to seeing big scenes, was somewhat speechless at what he saw tonight.
A Supreme Witch sacrificing others' lives for her own selfish desires.
A hypocritical faction that righteously declared a hostile stance against evil one second, only to be exposed cooperating with a demon the next.
And a supernatural human who seemed to have a beyond-normal relationship with a demon.
"This American Horror world... is truly doing whatever it pleases," William shook his head secretly.
But these matters also gave him a clearer view of the current factions in North America.
These factions claiming to purify evil were merely satisfying their own interests under the guise of "justice."
"I still need to improve my strength as soon as possible," William resolved inwardly.
Such situations would only be more rampant within the Church. Only by being strong himself could he deal with any possible risks.
Thinking of this, William slowly disappeared into the night.
Witch Academy.
Dim moonlight hung high in the sky, and the academy under the night sky was shrouded in a sense of silence.
At this moment, several figures were standing at the side door.
"Young Master Gerry, we have investigated clearly. That Supreme Witch is currently at a cosmetic surgery hospital, and the rest of the Rosicrucian Order higher-ups are also not in the academy at this moment," one of them bowed slightly and said.
"Hmph, women after all. No matter what status they hold, in the end, they only care about that little bit of crap on their faces," Gerry sneered.
"Which means, right now only that group of young witches is left in the academy."
"Yes, Young Master Gerry. The witches are practicing the combined witchcraft. I heard a batch of high-quality... appeared in the academy during the day."
"These are not important." Gerry rudely interrupted the other party. "Begin setting up the ritual."
His breathing gradually grew rapid: "I can already smell the aroma of 'dessert'."
The person who answered earlier said no more, bowed slightly, and led the rest towards the academy.
When they passed through the side door, the defensive witchcraft in the air only rippled slightly, causing no commotion.
Academy Third Floor.
Room 306.
Jenny wiped the sweat from her forehead.
"Phew... Today's practice is finally completed. With the Holy Water provided by Mr. William, using the materials was indeed much easier."
She had just stood up when she suddenly remembered something else.
"Oh right! Mr. William said that after every contact with the materials, I must ensure the evil aura inside my body is completely cleared out."
Jenny closed her eyes as she spoke.
"Mmh... doesn't seem like there's much either, maybe I should just..."
"No, no!" She shook her head. "Mr. William said, harboring a fluke mentality is chronic suicide!"
She opened a drawer and took out another bottle of Holy Water.
Room 310.
Zoe sat blankly on the sofa. In front of her lay a charcoal drawing of a boy with short black hair.
"He's so amazing at processing materials, he couldn't be fond of evil spirits and demons, right... How about, I invite him to explore a haunted house together?"
The young girl propped her cheeks with both hands, the room filled with the worries of youth.
Room 333.
Madison was wearing a pure black slip dress, her fair, tender neck in full view.
But right now her expression was heavy, pacing constantly in the room.
"Relying on just a verbal guarantee, he hasn't come looking for me again. Isn't he afraid I'll expose his identity? Or perhaps..."
Madison suddenly stopped, her eyes slowly widening.
"Or perhaps he has some leverage."
"The materials!"
Thinking of this, she immediately ran to the silver jar, carefully inspecting the situation inside.
"Everything is normal... This is unreasonable." Madison's eyebrows were tightly knit together.
A moment later, she looked at the unused evil materials from before.
"For safety's sake, I can't use his things..."
Second Floor, Room 208.
Many silver jars lay on the floor, most of which had already been opened.
Huff... Hah...
Queenie panted heavily.
At this moment, many pitch-black blood vessels surfaced on her cheeks, and the evil aura around her was gradually becoming denser.
After dropping another empty silver jar, Queenie's magic power surged by a few more points.
"With that new assistant here, the previously saved high-quality... no, average-quality materials, no longer need to be kept."
She was intoxicated in this moment of growing strength.
Having been at the Witch Academy for so long, this was the first time Queenie had used evil materials so "extravagantly."
In the past, she definitely wouldn't bear to, nor would she dare to try.
After all, materials with a purity below 70% were too unstable.
But now, materials with a purity below 80% were somewhat unpresentable.
Although overusing this type of material still carried high risks, Queenie didn't take it to heart.
"With my current magic power intensity, as long as I am careful, I can avoid the risks."
Her gaze was firm.
"I will definitely seize this opportunity to become stronger."
Queenie once again picked up a new silver jar.
But the next moment, her body froze in place.
Subsequently, the evil aura on her body began to spew out uncontrollably.
"What's going on! I clearly suppressed it..." Her eyes were full of panic, constantly mobilizing the magic power in her body.
But then she discovered she couldn't even use witchcraft.
Swoosh... Swoosh...
The pitch-black evil aura suddenly transformed into slender tentacles, tightly wrapping around Queenie's body.
"Ugh... Ugh..."
She revealed a look of pain, her breathing also somewhat difficult.
In the next second, the evil aura actually dragged her body to stand up, walking step by step toward the door.
"No, no!"
Queenie's eyes were already full of tears and terror.
"Who can... save me."
The same thing was happening on the third floor.
Madison walked out her door with unnatural movements, and the encounters of the other witches in the corridor were largely similar to hers.
Everyone was controlled by the evil aura, lining up in an orderly fashion to go downstairs.
Creak~
Room 306 quietly opened a crack.
Jenny covered her mouth tightly, watching the scene before her; she didn't understand what had happened to everyone.
Just as she was preparing to step out and help, a figure suddenly appeared in her mind.
"If Mr. William were here... what would he do."
A moment later, she abandoned the plan to act immediately, then quietly opened the door and followed.
First Floor Hall of the Academy.
The young witches were gathered here one by one.
They couldn't speak, only communicating with each other through their gazes.
For a time, the air was filled with terrified and helpless looks.
"Girls, did you miss me?"
Suddenly, a voice rang out in the witches' ears.
They looked in the direction of the voice, and their hearts instantly ran cold.
Gerry still had that cynical look.
Behind him stood several people with covered faces. Judging from the magic power surging from their hands, they obviously also possessed wizard powers.
"The despair in your eyes makes you look even more alluring." Gerry smiled.
He walked to Peggy's side, and the latter's body began to tremble uncontrollably.
"Shh... shh, don't be agitated." He stroked Peggy's cheek. "You cooperated with me so many times, I won't hurt you today."
As soon as his voice fell, Peggy felt a gust of hot air, and immediately her lips were sealed.
Gerry's hand also couldn't help but cover the girl's nose and eyes.
"Mmph..."
The sound of kissing made the entire hall seem even more silent.
The witches tried their best to look away, not watching that sensual scene.
It wasn't until two minutes later, when Peggy's cheeks were flushed red and she was gasping for air, that Gerry finally let her go.
He licked the lipstick from the corner of his mouth and walked toward the next witch.
"Zoe, oh Zoe. I heard that all the men who had intimate relationships with you eventually died." Gerry placed Zoe's hair in front of his nose and sniffed gently.
"I'm really curious what kind of feeling that is."
Zoe had a look of disgust and tried her best to turn her head away, but was unable to do so.
A moment later, Gerry let go of her long hair.
"Look at you." He came to Queenie's side.
Because the evil aura on her body was the densest among the witches, the pitch-black tentacles on Queenie's body were also the most numerous.
At this time, her clothes were messily undone, revealing large patches of fair, smooth skin, presenting a scene of boundless spring for a moment.
Slap!
Gerry slapped Queenie hard. A red handprint quickly remained on the latter's cheek, and blood seeped from the corner of her mouth.
"Bitch, aren't you the one who cares most about rules? Tonight I make the rules. I will properly taste your body."
Queenie's eyes were gloomy, staring deadly at Gerry, but what she got in return was another slap.
"Hey, Ms. Quinn, don't think you can be spared." Fervor flashed in Gerry's eyes.
"I've never experienced an ugly guy like you, but it doesn't matter, I still have you all..."
He looked at the witches in the hall, slowly opening his arms.
"Tonight, you are all the bricks and stones beneath my feet, aiding me to enter that realm."
After speaking, he turned his head: "Begin."
The several masked men heard this and each walked to a corner of the hall.
They silently chanted spells, and many runes immediately appeared on the hall floor. Subsequently, a magic array appeared beneath the witches' feet.
Immediately after, the evil aura on the witches each extended a thin thread, condensing into a pitch-black circular orb in mid-air of the hall.
The circular orb looked like some kind of flesh tissue, its surface covered with many fleshy nodules.
As the evil aura gathered, these fleshy nodules also pulsated like bubbles.
At the same time, the witches present discovered in terror that the magic power in their bodies began to be stimulated uncontrollably.
The group of young girls instantly felt as if their bodies were going to explode.
Gerry licked his lips and took off his clothes.
"Dear Peggy, let's start with you." He pulled Peggy into his arms.
The latter had a terrified expression, constantly seeking help from the surroundings with her eyes.
But her pleas were destined to fail.
Accompanied by a foul sound, the witches closed their eyes one after another.
A moment later, when they opened their eyes again, only an unrotted, withered skeleton remained on the ground.
The residual magic power of the corpse was surging into Gerry's body, and the evil aura around him was submerging into that skeleton through the pitch-black circular orb.
Gerry revealed a look of satisfaction.
"Who's next?"
His finger tapped lightly in the air.
"Ms. Queenie, would you like to go on a date with me?"
As soon as his voice fell, despair flashed in Queenie's eyes.
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