Becoming a God by Raising a Witch

Each piece of meat seemed to have its own thoughts and was in a fierce confrontation.

"I am Katerina's clone, an artificial witch with one-tenth of Katerina's soul. I am Irene Mostia. I like food and I appreciate my shit shoveler Locke Bemon."

"I am the witch of desire, Shelia Dutra. I belong to the Black Rose Organization and serve Queen Katerina. Enjoying pleasure gives me strength."

"I am the witch of the forest, Bray Ivanov. I hate Katerina. She used me and abandoned me. I will never forgive her."

"I am the witch of pain, Aisham Aldessia. I like pain and I feed on despair..."

"I am the witch Audrina Hall..."

"I am the witch Margotha ​​Stewart..."

The small pieces have different consciousnesses, coming from the hearts of those witches.

Locke felt like Irene's body was completely decomposed and turned into a collection of witches.

He was a little worried, "Xiao Ai, are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

All the pieces of meat turned back at the same time and looked at Locke.

Each piece of meat had an eye growing on it, staring straight at Locke.

Then the pieces of meat gathered around at the same time.

"Locke, you should cook for me."

"Locke, you look delicious, do you want to enjoy the pleasure?"

"Locke, do you want to become a tree? It feels good."

"Locke, experience pain? Only pain is the true meaning of life..."

Countless questions made Locke's scalp numb. He tried to imagine them as complete Irene and asked,

"Xiao Ai, when can you recover?"

"I don't know, probably a day, probably a week, probably a month, or even several months."

Countless Irenes answered at the same time.

"Well, if you go out in this state, you'd better stay in the room until you recover."

Locke suggested.

"Of course, I'm here and I'm not going anywhere."

The pieces of meat in the air turned into petite Irenes, some of which were only the size of a thumb, and some were the size of a fist.

They all climbed onto Locke at the same time, as difficult as climbing Mount Everest. Some even fell to the ground and broke into two Irenes.

This scene was a bit funny.

"Are you okay?"

Locke bent down, picked up the two little Irenes from the ground, and put them in his palm.

"It's okay, thank you, Locke, but your face suddenly became very big, and I'm a little uncomfortable."

Irene's voice also became childish, making Locke feel that this was a very magical thing.

"Yes, can you become like me?"

The two Irenes asked at the same time.

Locke took down the little Irene who was pulling his hair, put it on the sofa, and shook his head, "I'm afraid not."

After saying goodbye to all the little Ai, Locke walked out of the room.

Then he found that there was another one in his pocket.

"Don't mind, I'm Shirley, we've met."

Irene, who called herself Shirley, winked at Locke.

Locke immediately sent her back to the room and closed the door.

The main reason was that he was afraid that Irene would lose a piece of her body when she recovered, and it was definitely not because they were noisy.

…

Katerina Castle in Queen Kosork.

Katerina stood up from the throne angrily after listening to the report of the witch of the Black Rose Organization.

"Bronya Peters actually betrayed me."

"Yes, it was Her Excellency Bronya. She killed our companions, and her condition was a little..."

The witch Ina who reported was hesitant to speak.

"Speak."

Katerina's eyes were cold.

"Is it out of control?"

The head maid Mora McMillan asked. In her opinion, Mora Peters was absolutely loyal to Katerina. If she was not out of control, how could she betray Her Majesty the Queen and kill so many witch companions?

Ina shook her head, "It's not out of control. Her consciousness is very clear. It's the abnormality of her body. She seems to feel no pain. Her condition is like a ghost."

"Ghost?"

Katerina and Mora McMillan thought of the rainstorm at the same time.

I remembered the abnormal weather, the weather witch Antonia who might be resurrected, and the demigod-level necromancer.

"Bronya Peters did not bring Locke Belmont back, but attacked the Black Rose Organization instead. It must be because she met a demigod-level necromancer when she was on a mission. The necromancer killed Bronya Peters with the help of Antonia's power, transformed Bronya Peters into his necromancer knight, and ordered Bronya Peters to kill her fellow witches."

Mora McMillan said her guess.

This is also the most explicable situation so far.

Caterina nodded slightly, "It seems that the demigod-level necromancer is coming for me."

"Your Majesty, I just saw this at the gate of the palace."

Witch Xia Luna Bergman hurried over with a letter in her hand.

The letter said Katerina herself.

Xaluna Bergman opened the envelope and handed the letter respectfully to Her Majesty the Queen.

Katerina frowned slightly.

[Queen Katerina, the Church of Knowledge greets you. Tomorrow morning at 8 o'clock, an explosion will occur in a certain alchemical church, and the shadow of death will envelope the whole city. This is the price you pay for plagiarizing knowledge. You who support a group of plagiarists, Deserves to be punished. ]

Katerina handed the letter to the maid Maura MacMillan, "Notify the church and find these lunatics for me."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Maura MacMillan lowered her head and said, holding the letter and exiting the hall.

Sharuna Bergman looked at Ina, who was still kneeling on the ground, and asked, "Ina, how many companions have we injured?"

"20 witches."

Ina lowered her head and said, "The most important thing is that she also took away the witch's heart."

Katerina let out a long breath,

"Is it Irene Mostia, has she finally appeared?"

Queen Katerina has always believed that the artificial witch Irene Mostia, created from the cells of her own soul, is still alive.

She just didn't expect that Irene Mostia would actually get involved with the despicable necromancer.

"Eileen Mostia, I didn't expect that you have abandoned your pride, like a rat hiding in a dark sewer, and partnered with a necromancer that exudes the smell of decay. This really surprises me."

Katerina muttered to herself and picked up a glass of wine.

Igor West, a scholar from the Alchemy Sect, stood beside her and asked with a smile, "Do you need to speed up the creation of the third batch of witches? This may increase their pain and probability of losing control."

"Just proceed according to the original plan. Neither the lunatics from the Knowledge Sect, nor Irene Mostia, nor the demigod necromancer can stop my plan."

Katerina's inner anger has been replaced by joy.

She had been looking for Irene Mostia for a long time and finally had a clue.

If she can make herself complete, she won't care even if she loses 20 witch hearts.

Moreover, if Irene Mostia eats those witch hearts, it will be good for her. When she merges with the clone, she will automatically gain those powers. Isn't this equivalent to being swallowed by herself in advance? Yet?

"Your Majesty, what needs to be done with Locke Belmont?"

Julie Townsend asked.

"I don't have time to take care of him at the moment. Let Rhaenys watch her own people. If he shows any abnormality or comes close to any witch around me, he will be executed directly."

Katerina said in a cold tone.

Although she has normal desires, she will occasionally lose consciousness and feel excited when she sees Locke Belmont.

But this little excitement is nothing compared to her great career.

Anyone who hinders her success will only become a stepping stone.

Julie Townsend nodded and asked the servant to convey the Queen's will.

…

The next day, the warm sun rose again.

The soft sunlight caresses the towering church and bell tower of Kosolk.

The white dove flew lazily in the sky, and finally landed in the square, poking at the bread crumbs on the ground.

The girl who fed the pigeons played with the boys until the pigeons were scared away by a tall man in a sheriff's uniform.

Sigurd hurried to work at the Alien Bureau, because the recent expenses were too high, so he gave up the idea of ​​riding a carriage.

At the intersection, he met Robson, who was no longer lost, and the two exchanged greetings.

"Senior Sigur, good morning."

"Robson, morning, have you seen Locke?"

"No, have you seen Angela?"

"nor."

"Let's go, maybe they are all in the Abnormal Bureau."

The two walked into the Strange Bureau together and saw Boyd, who was always crying.

"Boyd, have you seen Locke?"

Sigurd asked again. He heard from a friend of the guard on duty in the palace that Locke seemed to have angered Her Majesty the Queen, so he was worried that he would never see his colleague again.

"I didn't see it. I think he is probably still in the director's bed. During the vacation, he will come over every night."

Boyd, who has been staying in the Abnormality Bureau library, said.

When Sigurd and Robson heard this, their jaws dropped to the ground in shock.

"What did you say? Locke and Rhaenys?"

Sigurd couldn't believe it, and at the same time his teeth were chattering with envy.

He has been in the Extraordinary Bureau for so many years and has coveted Rhaenys's beauty for a long time. Unfortunately, he has never had the opportunity to kiss her. He can't even think about that kind of thing. If Rhaenys finds out, she will send you to see the goddess in a minute.

Fortunately for Locke, he had only been in the Abnormal Bureau for a short time, but he had already advanced to Rhaenys's bed.

This speed is simply unmatched.

Robson blushed and asked, "Will Locke and the Director get married soon?"

"What are you thinking? How can men like us get married easily?"

Sigurd straightened his tie, "Believe me, Locke and Rhaenys are just playing for fun. If they are not serious, there is no way he can marry the director."

"The director's heart belongs to Her Majesty the Queen, so it is naturally impossible for him to marry Locke."

Boyd said calmly.

At this time, the clones of Rhaenys and Locke, the core figures discussed by the investigators, got up from the bed.