The Secret Garden of the Dandelion Troupe

In the dim night, the light spots in the sky embellish the night sky with starry scenery.

On a moonless night, it seems that the gods in the Ukuru courtyard are just like that. Seraphs act as the sun during the day, but there is no substitute to embellish the moonlight at night.

In this moonless night, in a small town on the edge of a vast forest, going around and around, Mu Hua finally saw the scene of hunting a witch in this life.

The lights in the town were extinguished, and retro oil lamps were lit in front of every house. The oil in the lamps was refined from the fat of the Cryptozoon.

This kind of lamp oil is expensive and is usually only lit during the breeding season of monsters. Its main function is to drive away monsters that try to approach one's house in order to find food.

A small town with thousands of residents, oil lamps rendered the town dim. A bonfire was lit in the central square of the town. An indistinguishable number of townspeople gathered around the bonfire, singing strange songs and dancing with a sense of ritual. dance.

Suit trousers, shirts, work clothes, jackets, denim shorts that expose half of the thighs, floral soft house dresses, modern simple clothes combined with original and weird ritual dance music.

It is difficult to determine how the locals sense it, but people who are not familiar with this place will inevitably find this scene full of weirdness.

Surrounded by the bonfire, three wooden supports composed of four horizontal beams were erected. Two of the supports were tied to embarrassed women. The women had graceful figures, but thick iron nails were driven through their hands and ankles.

One of the women was no longer breathing, and the wound on her chest indicated that her heart had been dug out.

Resentment, annoyance, fear, and panic were all complex expressions on the other woman's face. Facing the priest approaching her with a strange sharp blade, the pain in her palms and ankles prevented her from making appropriate actions. struggle.

Three wooden frames, two humans, and a ghost was nailed to the last wooden frame. The solid iron nails were coated with holy light. The iron nails actually penetrated the ghost's body, and it was impossible to nail it to the wooden frame. move.

"Offer our most loyal devotion to the Demon-Chasing Angel!!!" The priest raised the sharp blade in his hand and shouted loudly like an oath.

"Ho~ho~~" She seemed to be laughing and panting. The woman, who knew she was unable to resist, endured the pain and smiled mockingly.

"Your demon-chasing angels summon demon merchants. The Kingdom of God you yearn for is just a maze where monsters are imprisoned. In your Kingdom of God, there is a bank of the devil."

"Your souls will one day turn into fuel for the Angel Pool, and the blood of demons flows in the veins of those angels. You will only be worthy of being stupid dwarfs for generations to come!"

The woman held her breath and screamed heart-breakingly. Unfortunately, her scream was drowned in the cheers of the surrounding townspeople.

"Fallen witch, I, the priest of Unnlanga, will extradite your soul at this moment. Inspired by God, the Angel Pool will eventually wash away your sins."

The priest climbed up the steps in front of the wooden frame with a sharp knife in his hand. The surrounding shouts were silent for a moment, but he saw the middle-aged priest speaking to the woman with a compassionate face.

"Hoho~, you idiot. Even after becoming a priest, you are still a ridiculous idiot. The witch's soul is not within the inspiration of the Angel Pool. Hoho~, I even doubt whether there is an Angel Pool in your courtyard."

"Maybe your so-called pious souls are just cheap currency for your gods and devils to trade." The woman said with a sad smile.

The souls of two witches and one witch were captured by these townspeople. The soul of the witch, which had reached the level of a dead soul, was restrained by an iron nail at the moment and could not even speak.

Including the middle-aged priest in front of him, his physical fitness is almost the same as that of the settlers of Zhan Wu Zha. However, divine magic has its magic. Divine magic often has complex attribute connotations. Some low-end magical uses Properly done, it can even allow them to assassinate the witch.

"Poor witch, the whispers of the devil cannot shake the blessing of the gods. The holy pool of the gods washes all things. The temptation of the devil is sweet and poisonous. One day, you will thank me."

"Your soul..." The priest said with compassion in his eyes. When he said it emotionally, he suddenly noticed something strange appearing on the dead witch beside him.

soul? The Eye of True Seeing recently issued by the church was placed on the Sacrifice Square. The priest inexplicably discovered that the soul of the dead witch was floating out of her body.

"Almighty Unlanga~!" The priest was surprised. Although his piety made him become a priest, he had never seen a human soul with his own eyes. Even the ghost was the first time he saw it. .

"Look~! The almighty Unlanga is watching us. The great being has purified the soul of this witch!" The priest pointed at the spirit floating out of the dead witch and shouted loudly, attracting the attention of people around the square.

"Ouch~~~" cheered excitedly.

"Bone Teeth!" The spirit body on the witch raised its finger.

"Pfft~!" The sharp bone teeth shot into the priest's eyebrows and passed through his head. Sure enough, the priest's physical fitness was that of Zhan Wushu, and the soul he shouted was a ghost, the soul of a witch. . .

At this moment, the newly born witch soul also had a look of confusion in her eyes, but fortunately she could use an attack magic.

"..." Silence, the entire square instantly fell into silence.

"Damn it? Monica, you... Hurry, save me!" The witch who was not yet dead was also stunned by the change in front of her. How could her little friend become a ghost? However, he ignored everything else and shouted to the witch's soul.

"How can I save them?" The witch soul named Monica was obviously awake when she shot out the bone fangs. However, she looked at the undead witch with a tangled face and spread her hands.

"..." The bound witch.

Well, although she had just become a ghost and had a bone fang, a ghost is still a ghost after all. Monica couldn't touch the real object for the time being. Her friend was nailed to the rack, and the nails that nailed her also contained the effect of purification. How to save her?

"Then run!" The bound witch said anxiously after a brief surprise.

"No! I want to kill them!" Monica looked at the townspeople in the square, and said angrily, but she stood in front of the bound witch.

"What can you kill with? Run!" The bound witch shouted. There was the Eye of True Vision in the square. Monica had just become a ghost, and it was lucky to be able to shoot a bone fang. Where did she get the magic power to kill the people here?

Looking at the priest lying on the ground with blood gushing out of his head, the people in the square also reacted.

"Ghost! It's a ghost! Kill her!"

Holy light bullets, arrows of light, and even healing spells. Although not all the townspeople, there were hundreds of people surrounding the square. Dozens of divine spells attacked Monica from all directions. The bound witch closed her eyes in despair.

Standard divine spells, like magic, have specific attack forms and attack effects. This kind of divine spell consumes less faith power than the imagined spells.

In fact, the attack effects of most divine spells are similar to magic, but the ingredients contained in divine spells are more complex.

For example, the holy light bullets here are compounded with fire and thunder elements, and the arrows of light can also change into different elemental attributes according to the will of the releaser.

Compared with the healing spells performed with magic power, divine healing spells also contain purification ingredients, which can also cause certain damage to the undead.

Divine spells came, and under the attack of these divine spells, Monica, a newly born ghost, had almost no chance of survival.

However, as the attack was about to come, a defensive magic enveloped the three execution racks on the square.

"Bang~Bang~Bang~" The magic struck the defensive wall and produced pieces of fire thunder, which were generally the power of some elementary magic, but the elemental effects caused were really varied.

The night wind blew, and in the swaying shadow of the firelight, a woman with a gloomy face walked into the square without knowing when.

"It's a pity that we are a little late." The pupils with red light diverted people's attention from the delicate features of the woman. When the blood clan instant saw the naked witch corpse on the wooden frame, apology and irritability flashed in her eyes.

"Okay, let me see, are you homely swallows? Or naughty seagulls?"

"Don't tell me you are wandering witches, otherwise I will definitely beat up your guide."

"Why were you caught by these bastards?" Stepping towards the bound witch, instant said in a gentle tone, and while speaking, the nails of the wedge-nailed witch and the ghost were pulled out from them.

"Shana?" The ghost that had broken free from its restraints called out to Shana in a tired and puzzled voice.

"Huh? It's you." Shana's attention shifted away from the injured witch and looked at the ghost. This was also a witch's soul. Shana had seen her in the Psychic Academy before, but he didn't know her name.

"Kill them!" After looking at the defensive magic that protected them and noticing that Shana knew her companions, the injured witch fell to the ground. When she looked at the townspeople in the square, her eyes were full of resentment.

"Okay, dear, as you wish." Shana gave the witch a comforting smile, and the red light in his eyes seemed to become sharper.

"Puff~Puff~Puff~" Silver flakes flew out, and the sharp weapon like bee wings cut the necks of the townspeople in the square.

The red blood infected the black skin, and the purple-black color was more uncomfortable than the ordinary blood stains.

The bee wings returned to the nest, and the blood arrows took shape. Under Shana's control, the blood on the square turned into deadly arrows, piercing more townspeople at the sacrifice site.

There was no time to exclaim, no time to scream, the whole square was instantly covered in purple-red. The blood race had a strange feeling towards witches, and seeing this sacrifice scene that was like hunting witches, the mood of the moment was really not very good. (End of this chapter)