Becoming a God by Raising a Witch

"Despicable vampire, Locke has been targeted by the Undead Witch. I advise you to give up your thoughts, otherwise you want to kill him."

Rebecca said.

Locke narrowed his eyes and looked at Rebecca.

Rebecca covered her ears, "Who eavesdropped on your chat with the witch? I didn't."

"You do, you gossip girl."

Locke cursed.

"Hmph."

Rebecca snorted coldly, and suddenly a great idea came to her mind.

'Wait a minute, Locke Belmont, a shameless man, has been targeted by the Undead Witch. He can't do that kind of thing, otherwise he will be killed. I want to kill him, can I lure him to do that kind of thing? Hahahaha, kill him, eat Alice, escape from the witch's control, kill three birds with one stone! ’

"Alice, go find a barrel."

Locke said suddenly.

"Huh? Okay, I'll go right away."

Alice immediately went to the kitchen to find a barrel.

Rebecca, who was confused, looked at the wooden barrel that could hold 15L of water and asked in surprise, "What are you doing with the wooden barrel?"

"Rebecca, since Alice has no rejection reaction, just give her a bucket of blood to drink."

"Okay...wait, what did you say?"

Rebecca's eyes were wide and she looked at the barrel in disbelief. After the blood was drained from the barrel, would she still be the devil?

Alice felt that happiness came too suddenly. Sure enough, her usual approach of pleasing Locke was correct.

"Great Master, I'm going to get a kitchen knife. If you want to let out so much blood, you have to cut off the head. The main arteries in the neck will flow faster."

Alice said and hurried over to get a kitchen knife.

Rebecca instantly transformed into a giant smoke demon several meters high, roared at Alice, and shattered the kitchen knife in Alice's hand.

Alice immediately hid behind Locke,

"Master, she wants to harm me."

"Rebecca."

Locke called out coldly, "Are you going to release it yourself, or should I help you release it?"

"Woo, I was wrong, Master, I was wrong."

Rebecca transformed into a little lolita again and hugged Locke's thigh, pleading not to let go of her precious demon blood. "I know there are some demons that are easy to deal with. The premise is that they need to be summoned. The ritual is more troublesome."

At this time, it's better to betray other demons.

"Where did you go wrong?"

Locke asked calmly.

"I usually shouldn't bully Alice. I should be united and friendly with her and live in peace. I can't always think about eating her. I was wrong. I will never bully her again."

Rebecca said sincerely.

Alice's eyes turned red with emotion,

‘Ah, big devil, I don’t want to hear this, I want to drink your blood, please stop talking. ’

"It seems you haven't realized your mistake yet."

Locke placed the barrel in front of Rebecca.

Alice's eyes turned redder in emotion.

'Great, Master, don't forgive her! Let me drink up all her blood! ’

Rebecca looked at Locke and Alice suspiciously;

‘No way, could he see through my mind? It's impossible, it's impossible. No one in this world can hear the devil's voice, unless he himself is a devil, or a super devil. ’

'But his eyes are so strange, as if he has really seen through me. Could it be that the infinite snake in his body has awakened some kind of ability? ’

‘Damn it, if this happens I won’t be able to secretly scold him in my heart anymore? ’

"Great Master, I will never dare to be disrespectful to you again."

"Well, it's good to be aware. In that case, let's put half the bucket in."

Locke said in an unquestionable tone, then put on his clothes and went down to the attic.

Irene in the master bedroom had already woken up. She looked back at Locke,

"I have completely digested the power of the Forest Witch. It's time to hunt other witches."

"Okay, when my three days off is over, we will start taking action."

Locke has made plans for the past three days and doesn't want to change them yet.

"It doesn't matter, I just need to stay by your side, and the witch will naturally come to you."

Erin said with a smile.

"Well, then let's go to the cemetery of the ancient witch first, and then go to the cemetery of the high-ranking witch."

Locke has already planned to go to the Undead Witch to learn life magic, and then go to the graveyard of Antonia and Fini Sares to get the Witch's inheritance.

Today will be very busy and I won’t have time to hunt witches for the time being.

If a witch comes to the door on her own, it can only be said that they are very unlucky.

Erin turned into a black cat and sat on Locke's shoulder.

Alice also wanted to have this treatment. She could turn into a small and cute bat. Locke's broad shoulders would definitely be able to accommodate the petite her, but she had to protect Hannah and buy pajamas.

Rebecca was almost crying and fainting in the attic. When will this bloody blood donation project end?

Chapter 183, Gift of Life

In the manor shrouded in black mist, blue lights lit up.

In the light, corpse insects with glowing tails were dancing in the air, and they seemed to be welcoming Locke's arrival.

The smell of decay spreads in the manor castle, and the stained glass windows and exquisite murals sometimes show mottled traces, and sometimes take on a new look, like a side effect of the combination of life magic and necromancy magic.

Locke once again meets the ancient witch Rosaria Jimenez, who is wearing a gorgeous but shabby dress.

She sat at the head of the hall, gently holding a goblet made of skulls in her hand.

Next to her, stood a row of people who looked exactly like Locke. They were Locke's substitutes that she created through blood magic.

While they don't have Locke's memory or soul, they can be a source of amusement to Rosalia Jimenez.

Rosalia Jimenez likes new things, and Rock is new to her.

Locke looked at the row of brothers who were like him and couldn't help but swallow.

"Don't mind them."

Rosaria Jimenez snapped her fingers, and the neat rows of Locke were like magnificent stone sculptures, all scattered into dust and floating in the air.

Locke swallowed again, feeling as if he had been warned.

"Young admirer, why have you come to me today?"

Rosalia Jimenez held her chin in one hand and looked at Locke with a smile.

Although she couldn't see the light, she could still clearly see Locke's appearance and the charming aura exuding from him in this dark manor.

It was a unique attraction to witches, like a delicious flower spreading pollen, always attracting honey and butterflies.

"Honorable Lady Rosalia Jimenez, I want to learn the magic of life."

Locke said.

Rosalia Jimenez was slightly stunned.

From the details of Locke's learning of fusion magic, she has already seen that this is a player whose magic talent is basically negative.

If Locke hadn't smelled so good, she would have ordered her to be kicked out right now.

"Why don't we exchange some information? I like discussing the facts with you."

Rosalia Jimenez said with a smile.

"I still want to learn life magic. I hope to become a great person like you. If I can also create a third world, that would be even better."

Locke made his intentions clear.

The corners of Rosaria Jimenez's mouth twitched slightly.

‘Does such talent also want to create the third world? I really don’t want to hurt him, forget it, teach him some simple life magic and deal with it. Well, I must remind him that after leaving here, don’t tell others that I have taught him. ’

Forehead? Ms. Rosalia Jimenez, do you think so little of my talent?

Locke, who heard Rosalía Jimenez's voice, twitched the corners of his mouth slightly.

"I must tell you that the life magic I am good at may not be consistent with the orthodox life magic."

Rosalia Jimenez explained in advance that because she is a witch and has undead attributes, after learning fusion magic, she rarely uses life magic.

"It doesn't matter, I just want to learn from you."

The main reason is that no witch in the Life Church is willing to teach me.

Locke cursed in his heart.

"All right."

Rosaria Jimenez snapped her fingers and summoned a hideous-looking zombie.

"This is the magic called blessing, called the gift of life."

A green light spot appeared on Rosaria Jimenez's finger, and the light spot merged into the zombie body.

The zombie's abdomen soon swelled up strangely, followed by a heart-rending roar.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

'It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, ah, it hurts so much, I'm going to die, a grown man like me is pregnant, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, kill me, please don't Humiliated me. ’

Listening to the zombies' painful voices, Locke also felt phantom pain.

"The blessed person will feel the pain of childbirth, which will diminish in speed and strength."

Rosalia Jimenez explains.

The ferocious-looking zombies looked even more ferocious, but they were just painful and ferocious.

Locke's spine went cold. Is this also called a blessing? Is it the same magic as staring at someone's pregnancy?

Did the gift of life actually mean such a terrifying thing?

"So just feeling the pain, the target won't actually give birth to a child, right?"

Locke asked tentatively.

Rosalia Jimenez said lightly,

"It depends on your magic skills. Ordinary blessings will only feel pain, and the final product will not be a living body, but may be a ball of flesh and blood in the body."

"But if you have enough talent and ordinary blessings are upgraded, you will give birth to real life forms, such as the magic I cast."

Rosalia Jimenez pointed at the zombie and accelerated the expansion of its abdomen, finally giving birth to a baby zombie in front of Locke.

The big zombie cried while holding the little zombie.

‘Woooooo, I gave birth, I gave birth to a lovely child, sooooooo, thanks to Ms. Rosalia Jimenez, I finally had my own child three hundred years after my death. ’

‘Mom, I’m hungry, I’m hungry, I’m hungry, I want milk. ’

The little zombie stretched out his hand and pulled the big zombie's chest.

The big zombie hit the little zombie on the head with a big beep bag.

‘I am a grown man, where do I get my breasts? If you make trouble again, I will beat you to death, believe it or not. ’

Well, there is maternal love, but not much.