House Witch

Chapter 921 920. The terrifying face of God

On top of the white horse, the headless corpse was about to fall down subconsciously, but just when she was about to fall, she suddenly regained her strength and sat firmly again.

There was a vitality-filled magic power flowing into the corpse's neck, and soon, Sharon's cold and delicate head grew out again.

This is when the previously specially set rules for in-situ resurrection came into effect.

However, after the Witch Hunt was resurrected, her eyes were a little complicated. There was fear of death, but also admiration for Dorothy.

Just now, she actually clearly saw how the clown raised the strange-shaped spear in her hand, and how he used the sharp blade of the spear to lightly slice across her neck and cut off her head.

But seeing Naihe didn't mean that she could react. In other words, her brain actually reacted and her body made evasive movements. But unfortunately, she still couldn't run away in the end.

That light shot appeared in front of his neck just right. At first glance, it seemed as if he had stupidly hit the blade of someone else's gun with his neck.

Just outrageous.

Similarly, the high-end battle robe and other defensive jewelry he was wearing were all as if they were made of paper under that shot, and had no blocking effect at all.

At this moment, Sharon understood the depression she felt when Laura was stabbed to death by her own gun.

It really only kills you with one shot, without any room for error.

However, it is also the Soul-Suppressing Gun, but the difference between the gun and the gun is not small. Anyway, every time she uses this move, regardless of whether it hits or misses, all the magic power will be consumed with one shot. .

Just like bullets fired from a firearm, regardless of whether you hit or not, the bullets are consumed anyway.

Her magic control was completely unable to tame the violent power in that shot.

But look at the clown's gun again

Well, after killing himself once with the activated magic power of 200,000 Mana, the weird spear still had nearly 200,000 Mana's magic power. The low magic power loss simply refreshed Sharon's knowledge.

Oh my god, is it so easy to kill me? Don't I know how to use more magic power? What kind of perverted magic control is required to achieve this? How high is the precision attribute of the clown?

Anyway, Witch Hunt's head is full of questions.

But before the question mark above her head could fully appear, a red light flashed, and the Headless Horseman appeared again.

"Tsk, so why are you always distracted on the battlefield?"

Dorothy waved again, calling the bewildered beauty whose second eye was still there, and then said speechlessly.

Finally, she put this confusion together with the nostalgia from before.

Soon, with the emergence of vitality magic again, Miss Sharon once again grew a new head, but this time, the Hunting Witch really did not dare to think about it anymore. She forcibly suppressed all the doubts in her heart, just His slender legs pinched the horse's belly, trying to shorten the distance immediately.

Well, Mr. Clown said that she can't move, so it would be good to at least gain some time to think after moving far away.

Although doing this is a bit cowardly and deliberately taking advantage of the rules, Miss Sharon has no time to think about this now. If she doesn't run away, her head will move again soon.

It's a pity that even though the white horse under his crotch is already galloping at full speed, the red light is faster.

brush.

Another big head flew into the air, and the delicate and cold face was full of disbelief this time.

Why, I have obviously run out of the attack range. Although the clown's gun is very long, it has not reached a few hundred meters?

Those were the Huntress' last thoughts before her world fell into darkness.

Dorothy took the surprised beauty's head again and answered.

"This Soul-Suppressing Gun is an anti-world magic. It naturally contains the laws of space, and distance is meaningless to space magic."

Well, now there are three beautiful heads with different expressions piled at her feet.

The magic power of life reappeared, and this time a fully enclosed magic shield immediately unfolded around Sharon.

But the red light reappeared, and the steaming blood stained the white snow. The unwilling beauty was once again thrown at the feet of the witch.

"I've obviously told you that it's space magic, so why are you still wasting your energy to deploy this useless shield? Can a shield that doesn't even have the ability to block the air inside really bring you a sense of security?"

Dorothy's teasing voice sounded again.

The reborn Frost Snow Girl: "."

I really want to use a shield that can prevent space magic, but I don't have the space talent to learn.

Such thoughts had just passed, but the red light that seemed so slow was actually so fast that there was no time to dodge was already approaching once again.

It was too late to think, Sharon just subconsciously blocked the ice and snow spear in her hand in front of her.

Ding.

The gun collided with the gun and made a crisp sound.

And this sound was like the sound of nature to Sharon's ears.

Hahaha, I blocked it. It turns out that the Final Soul Suppressing Gun needs to be used to deal with the Final Soul Suppressing Gun. I understand.

Before she could finish understanding, the red light that had just been blocked suddenly bypassed her ice and snow spear and struck at her again, with a head flying into the sky in ecstasy.

"A bit of progress, but really not much. This ultimate soul-suppressing gun is a dying struggle after despair, a last-ditch effort after risking everything, but you only think about defense. Your mind is confused. I smell the smell of fear. "

The mask on Miss Clown's face made her smile even more ferocious and weird.

So, after dropping the fourth head, she took action again.

But this time, the Hunting Witch no longer defended, but chose to fight back, red light against white light, spear tip against spear tip.

However, after the brief collision, the white light quickly collapsed, and then the ashamed head took off.

"Courage is commendable, but it's just empty courage. You are just escaping from the fear in your heart. You are still afraid of me. Do you want to make me laugh to death with this self-defeating counterattack?"

Miss Clown carefully put the shamed beauty's head on the second level, and then asked with a sneer.

"It seems that your despair is not enough."

The red light faced the white light again, and the white light collapsed at the first touch, and the fearful head took off.

The tips of the spears collided, and despair grew in the eyes of the beautiful woman in mid-air.

The beautiful and slender swan neck turned into a red fountain, and the eyes of the rotating beauty's head were a little numb.

Behead

owl head

Dorothy stood on tiptoes, placed the beautiful head with empty eyes on the top of the high Beijing view, and then looked at the special wonder building in front of her with satisfaction.

However, although she had a lot of fun playing with the blocks, Miss Blocks didn't seem to think so.

Looking at Sharon, who had no light in her eyes, the house witch had a headache.

This witch hunter is a bit stupider than she thought. You have been slashed so many times, haven't you experienced the true essence of this shot?

This is about seeking to survive in death, it is about never giving up, it is about the tenacity to survive even if you kill your loved ones, how come you are being hacked and slashed and yet you are still attacking.

"It's troublesome. If this continues, people will soon become useless. This is not good. Do you really want to stop this?"

While she was thinking this, she subconsciously waved Fang Tian's painted halberd in her hand, and then brought a brand new numb head.

Alas, there is really no other way. Although this Miss Sharon was born as a witch hunter, she is warlike. However, her growth in the past seemed to be too smooth and she did not suffer many setbacks. After being hit, she immediately Being autistic, your mind is really not that good.

This is not good. You need to give her a little stimulation and hope to survive, so that she can get out of her autism.

But, what kind of stimulation can make her not want to continue to die, so as to stimulate her fighting spirit to continue to resist?

Dorothy was a little troubled. After all, she and Miss Sharon were not very familiar with each other. They used to have a normal workplace relationship and didn't have many personal relationships. She didn't know the preferences of the Witch Hunt.

"It's better for Alice. Every time that stupid sister says to her, "I'll make delicious food for you, if you know it," she will immediately come back to life full of energy."

The otaku witch complained in a low voice, somewhat bored.

Well, this kind of torture in which the opponent doesn't resist at all is really boring. She is not the kind of pervert who likes to kill for fun. She really doesn't like to do it if it is not necessary.

She is a pacifist.

but

"Forget it, I have to sacrifice a little bit of color."

Dorothy waved her hand again with some helplessness, harvesting Sharon's head whose activity had not completely dissipated, and then lifted her to look at her level, and then slightly lifted a corner of the mask on her face.

Well, people want to live and not die, mainly because they are still attached to the beauty in the world, so just show her beautiful things.

The otaku witch doesn't know whether other things are beautiful or not, but her face is definitely beautiful anyway.

Then, the seduction and excitement technique starts.

"Stay alive."

With her mask half-opened, she said this seriously to Sharon in her hand.

In her hands, the witch hunter, who was about to fall into darkness again, looked at the beauty in front of her that was too beautiful to be described in words, and her eyes suddenly widened.

Then, her eyes burned with a burning desire to survive.

Why die? I can't die. I haven't seen enough of such beauties. I'm not willing to die. I have to live.

Yes, I cannot throw away this head that has witnessed the most incredible sights in this world. I don’t want any other heads.

Where is my body? Quick, take me back, I don't want to die, I want to live.

Quick, use all means to snatch me back. I want to keep this head for the rest of my life.

The last dying consciousness of the Hunting Witch forced herself to cheer up, and she began to summon her body frantically.

Not far away, Miss Dullahan was waiting for the arena to treat her so that she could grow a new head. However, before the new head could grow, she had already received instructions from her head.

So, the originally stiff Headless Horseman suddenly clenched the ice spear in her hand, and then she suddenly pointed the tip of the spear at her neck while everyone was looking at her in confusion, and then everything happened quickly and swiftly.

A half-grown head fell to the ground.

Dorothy: "????"

This time it's the otaku witch's turn to be filled with questions.

No, is it so cruel? But my instruction to you is to live. Why did you commit suicide?

She wondered if her divine appearance had also lost some of its power.

But the next moment, her face turned solemn, and she no longer had the calmness she had before.

She hurriedly pulled down her mask again, then reached out and grasped the Fangtian Painted Halberd in her hand.

However, it was too late.

The law.

The roar of the war horses resounded throughout the arena, and the brilliant white horse came sweeping through the wind and snow in the sky.

On the horseback, the headless knight was holding his body low, and in her hand, the ice and snow spear was undergoing transformation.

There is an unstoppable edge bursting out from the tip of the spear. It is the last resistance of those who fall into despair, the last hope of those who long for survival, and the last sprint launched by those who are unconscious following their instincts.

This was a last-ditch blow, and it was also a blow that disowned all relatives.

Well, her head is gone, so she won’t be able to recognize her biological mother when she comes. Well, no matter how much you talk to a headless body, people won’t understand her.

In short, if you rush, it will be done, and if you take action, it will be done.

The body without her head was feeling the rapid loss of life, and there was not much time left for her. She had to wait to find her head before her life force was exhausted, and her head was now in front of her.

What is fear or not, what is fear or not, I am just a body and I don’t understand, I just want my head and then live.

then

The war horse under its crotch felt the master's thoughts and speeded up again. It turned into a white light and merged into the wind and snow in the sky.

The cold wind howled by, and then, in the wind and snow, there was a clear sound of collision.

After the snowstorm subsided, the two witches turned their backs to each other on the snowfield.

The spear in the hand of the headless horseman riding on the white horse has been broken into pieces, but in her hand there is a head with wide eyes and a happy face.

The Dragon Witch on the ground looked at her empty hands in astonishment, then at the cat-cat staff that was knocked back into a cat shape after its magic power was exhausted, and finally looked down at the long snow marks under her feet. .

Ah, here, the gun cannot be maintained and the steps are retreating. This is a complete loss.

Oh my god, does the face of God give me such a strong desire to live?

The confused otaku witch now had a completely new understanding of the extent of her troubles.

Behind her, the Headless Horseman raised his head high and placed it on his neck again, and then the flesh sprouts grew, connecting the two together.

Later, with the support of her body, Sharon's consciousness gradually woke up again, and it was only now that the Hunting Witch realized what she had done.

However, the first thing that came to her mind was that half face that could not be described in words. Anyway, it was more beautiful than this boundless snowfield and the towering snow-capped mountains in her hometown.

At this moment, the heart of the witch hunter, who had been single for many years, was beating like a drum.

She thought maybe she might be in love.

Miss Sharon was moved.