The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle – Chapter 166

Chapter 166: Revenge of the Dead

“Let him go!” I anxiously drew my gun and fired six shots at the parasitic beast, emptying the magazine. However, my revolver’s accuracy was truly mediocre. From the changing room to the hall, a distance of less than ten meters, I missed two shots.

Three shots hit the parasitic beast’s body, leaving three small bullet holes. Black blood continuously flowed from them. The parasitic beast let out a painful howl. In its agony, its dozen tentacles thrashed about, yet it refused to let go of Jayad.

Another stray bullet grazed Jayad, who was locked in close combat with the parasitic beast. Fortunately, his Holy Light deflected it, as expected, capable of blocking even the tentacles of alien creatures.

Unfortunately, while Holy Light could protect against direct impacts, it couldn’t protect against being torn apart or suffocated. The parasitic beast seemed to have found a way; it continuously pulled at Jayad, intending to rip him limb from limb.

Simultaneously, its tentacles tightly covered Jayad’s face. Those mucus-covered tentacles sealed his nose and mouth, preventing any air from getting in.

While being pulled had little effect on Jayad, the suffocating grip on his face was incredibly effective. Jayad’s limbs began to twitch. The giant squid was determined to eliminate Jayad first, completely ignoring me.

I was extremely anxious. I cast Life Drain on it, but I couldn’t absorb anything. Instead, a surge of blood energy was drained from Jayad, who was entangled with it. Horrified, I quickly stopped. This Black Magic was indiscriminate.

But why was the alien parasitic beast unaffected by Life Drain? Was it too powerful, did it lack blood energy, or was its form of existence fundamentally different from ours?

I didn’t have time to ponder. If I didn’t find a way to separate it soon, Jayad would be strangled to death. However, I had no spells left to cast.

Plague of Maggots had been burned away by its ignition spell and couldn’t be recalled. It needed to regenerate. Destructive Power consumed too much magic power, and my magic power hadn’t recovered, so I couldn’t use it.

Demon’s Fire, I wanted to use it just now, but when I reached into my pocket, it was empty. I was out of sulfur. I hadn’t expected to be caught in such a high-intensity continuous battle. Plus, I had left in such a hurry that I hadn’t brought enough sulfur soaked in Hell Fuel.

Thinking it over, I only had Life Drain left. Actually, Life Drain also had a price, but it was cleverly disguised: it used one’s own blood energy as a cost, which could then be replenished by absorbing more.

After casting Life Drain just now, I hadn’t absorbed any blood energy, and I was already feeling symptoms of anemia, my vision going black.

Adding to that, my left hand was fractured. In my panic, I couldn’t even reload my revolver. Just as I was about to despair, my hand touched something.

It felt like a pinecone, a Death Tree Seed. I suddenly remembered I had one spell left. But in this situation, what use could it be?

With a desperate “better to have a dead horse than no horse at all” mentality, I raised the seed and hummed a tune like a Requiem. I’m not a good singer, and in my haste, I was out of tune in several places.

But as I chanted, a sudden anomaly occurred. Countless transparent Undead creatures poured down from the already smoking upper floors. They came in a vast wave, passing through the ceiling and flying out.

How could there be so many?! Even I was startled. With my rudimentary Spirit Communication Technique, I couldn’t possibly control so many Undead.

But they didn’t need my control. When they flew into the hall, they all simultaneously looked at the parasitic beast entangled with Jayad, their eyes burning with hatred.

It was then that I noticed most of these Undead were incomplete, their deaths horrific. Many lacked skin, some had their fingernails pulled out, and severed legs, arms, and even headless bodies were visible everywhere.

Could it be that these were people who had met a tragic end at the hands of the parasitic beast, captured and tortured to death in the mansion, and were now being summoned by me? Without any command from me, the summoned Undead spontaneously lunged at the parasitic beast. The vast swarm of Undead seemed poised to drown it.

These Undead clawed and bit at the parasitic beast. Their strength was far weaker than the female ghost in my home, even weaker than ordinary Water Ghosts. They couldn’t even be considered Undead creatures; they were just a pack of remnant souls.

These remnant souls, normally harmless, were able to condense their spirit bodies for a short time by virtue of my summoning and the power of the Spirit Communication Technique and the Death Tree Seed. Their consciousnesses were even incomplete, only instinctively seeking revenge against the enemy who had tormented, abused, and killed them in life.

The ants can bite an elephant to death. The parasitic beast, bitten and clawed by the large number of Undead, finally released Jayad with a sigh of relief. Otherwise, it would have been devoured alive by the Undead.

The parasitic beast had initially disdained these Undead, whom it had previously tortured to death. Now, however, it was forced to deal with them. It let out an unpleasant, piercing shriek. A large number of Undead were frozen in place by this single cry. Its slippery tentacles swept everywhere, and with each sweep, spirit bodies were directly dispersed.

Psionic Shriek, Psionic Tentacles – these were attacks that could directly target spirit bodies. I hadn’t expected this alien parasitic beast to have the ability to directly attack spirit bodies. No wonder it had killed so many people in the house without any Undead seeking revenge.

After losing its human form, the parasitic beast seemed unable to use its signature Ignition and Burning Ray spells. It hadn’t used them as a half-orc either. It seemed those were unique spells of the man in the black robe. But now, in its true form, it could use its innate psionic talents. I watched, consumed by anxiety, but helpless to assist. I could only continuously chant the Spirit Communication Technique, hoping these Undead could hold on a little longer and inflict more damage on the parasitic beast.

According to the information in my mind, the Dayasi Parasite could not be exposed to the outside for too long. From its larval stage, it had to live inside other creatures. Once exposed for an extended period, the parasite’s main body would rapidly weaken and die.

In other words, the parasitic beast was actually at the end of its rope. As long as it was held off long enough, it would die naturally. And Jayad had been rescued. Although his face was purple and he lay on the ground, temporarily unable to move, his life was not in danger.

Unfortunately, I had overestimated those Undead. As they were mercilessly slaughtered by the tentacles, after reaching a certain critical point, these remnant souls and wild ghosts instantly scattered, leaving behind only the already heavily wounded parasitic worm.

It hated me to an unforgettable degree. It no longer cared about Jayad on the ground and lunged directly at me. Did it want to drag me down even in death? With my small body and the blood loss and exhaustion, how could I possibly dodge? I was immediately knocked to the ground. My limbs were bound by its tentacles, and it was still trying to burrow into my clothes.