The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle – Chapter 1611

Chapter 1611 Giant Minotaur

“Ugh!” The travelers on the road, upon seeing the giant dark silhouette, covered their heads or eyes and let out pained but muffled groans.

When I saw the giant Minotaur, I felt like my head was about to explode, and a desire for slaughter and destruction surged within me.

I wasn’t severely affected, but Via’s eyes were already emitting red light, the mutated residual aura left by Pierce in Lorna’s mind grew stronger, Karina’s body radiated destructive magic, and the werewolf mother and daughter began to grow fur, about to enter a berserk state.

Otherworldly beings would also mutate from excessive contact with divine power, and if they let their mutations go unchecked, they would become like the giant Minotaur on the mountain, transforming into something unrecognizable.

Just seeing its appearance now made uncontrollable urges for slaughter and destruction well up, indicating it had one foot in the realm of divine beings. Merely looking at it caused one’s reason to diminish.

“Roar!!!” The four-armed, one-eyed Minotaur let out a furious roar, its voice filled with killing intent. Those who heard it instantly saw red, and they too roared in anger. The werewolf mother and daughter’s faces began to lengthen, on the verge of transforming into werewolves.

“Everyone, calm down!” I immediately cast a mist of ice, cooling everyone’s minds. Physically, everyone shivered from the cold, and the red glow in their eyes quickly faded.

“Is this… my power?” Weis, freed from his berserk state, returned to his human form, still panting heavily.

Karina said with lingering fear, “It’s the Bloodlust Technique. It affects friend and foe alike. Fortunately, the Saintess is here!”

They were otherworldly beings or cultists. People of such identities naturally didn’t impose much control over their sanity, going with the flow. Therefore, they were particularly susceptible to mental spells like the Bloodlust Technique, which provided a buff.

From the start, I paid close attention to maintaining my sanity. Before, Older Brother Jayad would monitor me, and if he noticed any signs of my reason declining, he’d whip me with the Nine-tailed whip. Now, it had become an indulgence; if I felt my sanity wavering, I’d actively seek Older Brother Jayad for some tentacle play.

Thus, my sanity was still higher than their average level. Facing the Bloodlust Technique’s roar from the Giant Minotaur, I could still maintain a certain level of composure and help others break free from their frenzy.

But the others outside weren’t so lucky. They let out low growls and charged into the fray. The mercenaries who had initially felt fear upon seeing the Giant Minotaur now drew their weapons again and rushed into battle.

The naturally timid goblins, empowered by the Bloodlust Technique, revealed their savage nature, leaping onto people and stabbing them with daggers. Even the unarmed passengers were being brutally slaughtered by them.

The werewolves entered a bloodthirsty state. Werewolves’ strength already increased significantly after they went berserk, and these werewolves were no different, their combat power skyrocketing. They were fearless of weapons and firearms, pouncing on people and biting them indiscriminately. .

The adventurers, having lost their reason, became sloppy with their swordsmanship and frequently made casting errors. They abandoned hit-and-run tactics and opted for direct confrontation with the immensely strong Minotaurs, quickly suffering heavy casualties.

We couldn’t concern ourselves with them because Karina’s followers were also being troublesome. A significant portion of them were followers of the King of Destruction. The roar of the Giant Minotaur ignited the destructive urge in their hearts, and they leaped off the train yelling, eager to join the slaughter.

Moreover, their bodies had undergone varying degrees of mutation. For example, their mouths had transformed into insect mandibles, their hands into metallic insect legs with barbs, and tentacles grew from their backs.

With a wave of my hand, over a dozen silver chains flew out from the windows, wrapping around their waists and pulling these followers back. If they had gone to the battlefield in their current state, it was uncertain who the soldiers and adventurers would attack first.

“All of you, stop!” Karina’s command silenced her bound followers, who ceased their struggles.

The Bloodlust Technique was, after all, a support spell. While it induced berserk rage, it didn’t cause complete loss of reason or indiscriminate attacks. For instance, on the battlefield, humans were still fighting otherworldly beings, not each other.

And some people’s combat power had indeed increased due to the Bloodlust Technique, such as the Train Captain. He was already heavily injured, with an axe wound on his shoulder, a bite mark on his leg from a werewolf, and a stab wound at his waist.

However, thanks to the Bloodlust Technique, he had forgotten his pain and was still fighting valiantly. In an instant, he cleaved another Minotaur’s chest open with his sword. He even reached in with one hand and crushed the Minotaur’s heart.

The Train Captain was already strong, and with the Bloodlust Technique’s enhancement, he became even stronger. If this continued, he might be able to defeat all the Minotaurs by himself.

Seeing this, the werewolf in the distance let out another long howl. The Minotaur heard it, raised a giant stone, and hurled it at the Train Captain. This stone wasn’t natural; it was condensed using magic. Its throw wasn’t just brute force but also a magical attack.

Facing a boulder large enough to flip the train, the Train Captain leaped into the air, his sword flashing. The giant stone was instantly split in two, even though it was magically formed.

Faced with such a powerful Train Captain, the werewolf howled again. The Giant Minotaur turned, fully facing the Train Captain, its single eye fixed on him.

Compared to the Train Captain’s might, I was more surprised that the werewolf could control the Giant Minotaur through words. After all, the Giant Minotaur’s aura was far stronger than the werewolf’s. And with its mutation, it likely had little sanity left, its mind filled only with a lust for slaughter.

As the Giant Minotaur stared at the Train Captain, a terrifying aura gathered around it. Its single eye instantly turned from red to green, a bizarre, evil, and murky emerald.

With just a glance at the Train Captain, the latter, who had been like a god of slaughter moments ago, stopped. The red glow in his eyes quickly faded, and he collapsed to the ground with endless regret.

“He’s dead?!” I watched in shock as the Train Captain, who had just been a god of slaughter, fell to the ground, instantly killed by a mere glance. Was it a lethal demon eye?

“Tsk! I remember now. That Minotaur is likely Agra, the Eye of the Evil Moon, the Grand Chief of the Evil Moon Tribe. He should have been in Prussia, but unexpectedly, he’s wandered into the Hesse Duchy,” Karina said.

“Huh? Such a dangerous individual, and you only recognize him now? And the Holy Roman Empire lets such a dangerous mutated monster roam freely within its borders, even ruling a large tribe?” I asked in disbelief. Such obvious features should have been recognizable at a glance.

“He didn’t originally have the two extra arms, nor was he this large. I didn’t recognize him immediately. Besides, he was a formally appointed tribal chief with official status,” Karina recalled.