The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle – Chapter 1575

Chapter 1575: A Symbol of Mother’s Love

The blurry whispers continuously echoing from the void made me increasingly impulsive. The killing intent in my mind was boiling, and I could no longer control my hands. In this situation, the beautiful woman continued to launch fierce attacks at me.

“If you push me any further, don’t blame me for going on a killing spree!” I issued my final warning. Holding back any longer felt like a play.

“Be silent, you traitor! Take your life!” the beautiful woman continued to yell, still haphazardly using the Chaotic Wind Hammer Technique.

“There’s no other way, you forced my hand.” I concealed all my aura, lowered my greatsword, and then simply slashed forward.

“Hngh! Hngh…” The beautiful woman let out a hoarse cry, and her hammer stopped. A closer look revealed a gash across her neck. The shield protecting her had been sliced through like paper, offering no protection whatsoever.

With her amateur close-combat skills, she was completely defenseless against the professional killing techniques bestowed by the Lord of Murder. If she had possessed even a shred of rationality, she would have clearly recognized the fact that she was no match for me. It would have taken me merely one simple sword stroke across her throat to finish her.

Holy Light automatically attempted to repair her fatal wound, but it was obstructed by the Murder’s Divine Power lingering at the wound’s edge. All the divine spells of the Lord of Murder were entirely killing techniques; they would never allow someone to live easily.

“I… I can’t…” The beautiful woman erupted with even stronger Holy Light. The people who had been besieging Karina also noticed the beautiful woman’s life was in danger and reluctantly transferred their divine power to her.

The burst of Holy Light cleared away the Lord of Murder’s divine power and rapidly repaired the wound on her neck. Just as she was about to recover, I drew my sword again.

“Swish! Swish! Swish!” Swift sword shadows grazed her body. In an instant, I had unleashed over a dozen strikes, directly dismembering the beautiful woman into eight pieces.

I couldn’t just stand by and watch an enemy revive and continue to pester me. Since you cherished your daughter so much, I could only send you down to accompany her.

“No!!!” The three people above were greatly alarmed. The young girl had died tragically, the blacksmith was being controlled by Lorna, and the old man had been sent flying, his fate unknown. Now, even the beautiful woman, the most important healer among them, had met a ghastly end.

The gray-robed woman couldn’t hold back any longer. She waved her claws at me, and an aura of death descended, as if it were about to directly harvest my soul and drag me down to the Underworld.

The gray-robed woman was a priest of Morkai, representing death. However, she was not part of the evil Undead faction, but rather followed the normal path of the God of Death, sending all things to their true rest.

She should have been very effective against my Guardian Deity, a spirit body. Although my Guardian Deity was not a Necromancy spell, it still involved forcefully confining, modifying, and enslaving souls. Her attack would directly banish my Guardian Deity. I had this premonition.

However, it didn’t happen. I was not affected by her death aura. A cold killing intent descended once more, and the death aura caused no waves upon me.

The Lord of Murder was also a God of Death, and represented the concept of killing life and sending it away. How could a mere priest of the God of Death shake the divine power of a God of Death whose status was far superior to her own?

The reason for the Lord of Murder’s killing intent descending was very simple: I had killed another person. The beautiful woman was killed by me, and now, before my eyes, floated a pair of fair, high-rising, alluring snow peaks.

At this moment, the beautiful woman’s breasts also exuded a sacred light, representing her Authority. This was the most crucial and representative part of her entire body.

The beautiful woman served the Holy Mother among the Seven Gods. The Holy Mother’s Authority was mercy and motherhood. The part that best embodied motherhood and mother’s love was the chest.

I was speechless. Weren’t they supposed to say that killing without premeditation wasn’t considered murder? Because the Lord of Murder embodied the concept of the God of Death coldly reaping life, skirmishes and slaughter shouldn’t count as murder, right?

But at this moment, the ritual was already underway, and I hadn’t done anything other than kill. It was a fully automated sacrifice ritual, and I was numb.

I casually listened to the whispers, roughly understanding some of the parts I could comprehend. The meaning was that killing a daughter and causing the mother to lose her composure due to hatred and anger, leading to her death, was also considered murder.

Alright, whatever you say goes. I won’t argue; I can’t refuse anyway. I could only watch helplessly as the beautiful woman’s chest, which originally belonged to her, flew towards me, piercing my armor and integrating into the Valkyrie’s body.

Instantly, I felt a warmth, as if I were in my mother’s embrace. The coldness I had felt before from using ice magic, the feeling of my body being frozen, completely vanished.

In addition, my Guardian Deity’s bust size increased by three cups. And it wasn’t just her bust size; even her exquisite Valkyrie armor had grown larger. What the hell?!

The gray-robed lady and the old woman above were still frantically attacking me, but it was utterly useless. Although it seemed their spells had become more powerful, they were all casually blocked by the Lord of Murder’s divine power. How could a mortal dare to disturb a god’s ritual?

“Argh!” A scream echoed from above, interrupting the continuous attacks of the old woman and the gray-robed woman.

We looked up and saw the warrior split in two by Karina’s sword. Without support from his teammates, he was no match for Karina wielding the Rune Sword. After struggling for a few rounds, he was slain by Karina, and both halves of his corpse fell below.

“Boom!” The old man emerged from the ruins, golden lightning crackling all over his body. His eyes had completely turned golden, and electric sparks continuously shot out from the corners of his eyes.

Even someone who had no idea what had just happened would see him now and feel that he was utterly enraged.

“It seems we’ve gone too far. There’s no turning back now. Let’s just go all the way.” Karina said, then suddenly swung her sword towards the blacksmith.

The blacksmith had been fighting with Lorna for control of his body since earlier. Now, with his power amplified, he was clearly gradually expelling Lorna from his body.

He had transformed into a fiery figure, with raging flames soaring nearly thirty feet high. Lorna’s figure appeared behind him, her ethereal blue will-o’-the-wisp like a flickering candle flame, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

Just as Lorna was struggling and the blacksmith was about to gain freedom, a sword light suddenly flashed, cutting through the raging flames. A burning head flew off, and scalding hot blood rained down.

Although the blacksmith’s flames were powerful, they were clearly insufficient in the face of the National Stabilizing Artifact. While the artifact’s true purpose wasn’t combat, it was still forged with the strength of an entire nation using the most precious materials, and imbued with imperial favor. In a real fight, its power was no less than that of a divine artifact.

This time, the remaining Seven Gods Priests remained silent. Saying anything more, or attempting to stop us, was now meaningless. They watched Karina and me with endless fury. This was now a truly irreconcilable battle to the death.