The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle – Chapter 547

Chapter 547: Acting Separately

My vision seemed to float upwards. The knife was so fast that I didn’t even feel pain. It took half a second for me to react – my head was gone!
My vision rolled a few times, and I saw my own headless corpse spewing blood from its neck. Holy crap! Was I dead?
I finally understood how that detective’s friend had died. He was probably decapitated by this guy. This knife was too sharp.
But unexpectedly, my body still retained consciousness, and my external brain was still working. So this thing could really keep someone alive even after being beheaded?
The problem was, I absolutely didn’t want to verify this effect under these circumstances, especially with a gaping wound the size of a bowl on my neck that was constantly bleeding. Even without brain death, I would quickly succumb to blood loss.
Just then, the tattoo on my left hand began to writhe violently. A large number of maggots crawled towards my neck, instantly plugging the wound and completely stemming the bleeding.
Holy crap, it actually worked! I thought those maggots were useless. I almost forgot that they had also helped me plug my wounds when the Water Ghosts attacked.
At this moment, the attacker believed I was already dead. After all, my head was gone, and generally, no one could survive such an injury.
He walked in front of me – I mean, in front of my body. His figure entered the field of vision from my head. He was a man wearing a filthy captain’s uniform, with five eyes on his face darting around, looking extremely savage and strong.
From all indications, I suspected he was the captain mentioned in the Fisherman’s Diary. But according to the diary, he should have been mutinied by his subordinates. Why was he still alive? Did they not kill the captain?
Just then, I, who had been feigning death, suddenly exploded into action. First, the Invisible Hand grabbed his knife-wielding right hand, and then my headless body simultaneously raised dual pistols to shoot.
“Bang! Bang! Pfft!” Both pistols fired simultaneously, one spewing fire, the other emitting scalding compressed steam.
The captain reacted quickly, dodging the steam steel nails with a head turn. At the same time, bullets struck his body, leaving bloody holes, but they weren’t enough to push him back.
He desperately swung his scimitar, trying to chop me, but his hand was firmly held by over a dozen insect legs, and even the scimitar was held by some of the legs, making it impossible to swing.
At the same time, I felt exhausted. This guy was incredibly strong. My many Invisible Hands gripping him only gave me a slight advantage in strength.
Seeing that he couldn’t pull out his knife, the captain simply grabbed at me with his left hand. This time, I directly shot him in the chest with a steam gun, sending him flying. The scimitar was also forcibly taken away by the Invisible Hand.
I didn’t have time to pursue. The clear thinking of my external brain told me I had to save myself first. My body immediately turned to pick up my head, and at the same time, I took a bottle of Life Elixir from my waist and poured it onto my severed neck, replenishing the blood that had gushed out.
Just as I was about to retrieve my head, the captain behind me suddenly smashed through a glass cabinet embedded in the wall, pulled out an axe, and charged at me again.
His chest indeed had a wound, from which dark blood plasma was constantly flowing. But as I had expected, this shot should theoretically have blown through a normal person, directly rupturing his heart.
I didn’t have time to pick up my head and managed to barely dodge the axe, but this left my head unprotected. With one more swing of the axe, my head would split open like a watermelon.
Moreover, even if he ignored my head, I couldn’t hold on much longer. My head was already suffering severe blood loss and was close to brain death. My vision was darkening, and I felt dizzy. If it weren’t for the intense fear and nervousness keeping my brain in a state of extreme excitement, my main consciousness would have already passed out.
I couldn’t die yet. Older Brother Jayad was waiting for me to return. I had to think of a way. Was there any other way to preserve my brain?
Just then, streams of blood shot out from my neck. It was those maggots. They instantly flew to the underside of my head, to the severed neck, and began to stop the bleeding. At the same time, a surge of blood energy rushed into my brain, making my consciousness much clearer.
It was those maggots. They had absorbed the medicinal properties of the Life Elixir and then flew over to supplement my blood. Thanks to them, my brain came back to life.
The captain also noticed the abnormality of my brain at this moment. He rushed over and swung his axe down, but my brain miraculously flew up, and the axe cut through the floor.
This sudden turn of events stunned not only the captain but also me. Could a head fly? Now my head was floating in the air, my vision swaying, being carried by the maggots beneath my neck. Unbelievable! Such a move?
At this time, my body drew a golden scimitar from its waist. It was an Aztec Ritual Knife bought at the underground trading fair. In my right hand, I held a steam gun with a bayonet, and I also wore a strange beast-tooth amulet on my hand.
These were actions I would never normally take. I had always only used that golden scimitar to cut materials for potion brewing. The beast-tooth bracelet, in particular, had strong side effects; once worn, it would induce a state of killing intent and berserk rage.
However, at this moment, my head and body were separated, and my external brain had a direct connection to my nerves, unaffected by adrenaline or the magic power of the beast-tooth. I only felt my body brimming with blood, but my consciousness was completely unaffected.
The captain tried to retrieve his discarded scimitar. Just then, my body lunged forward, the golden scimitar drawing a golden arc. The captain was forced to raise his axe to block.
Logically, with his robust physique, he shouldn’t fear such a short scimitar, even bullets didn’t faze him. But the captain still raised his axe to block, and the axe seemed to weigh down, indicating my strike had some force.
Simultaneously, the Invisible Hand grabbed the scimitar on the ground and threw it to the other side. This weapon was too dangerous to let him have.
The captain roared in anger and kicked my body away. He swung his axe from top to bottom, cleaving towards my body. My body, however, remained calm, crossing the weapons in its two hands, the golden knife and the bayonet simultaneously parrying the axe handle, blocking the strike.
The bayonet circled around, and the gun barrel pointed at the captain, firing three shots in rapid succession. He contorted his body, dodging all three shots. It seemed that after his previous setback, he knew the immense power of the steam gun and couldn’t take it head-on. These mutated beings likely had intelligence.
He retaliated by pulling his axe, trying to hook me. My body followed suit, the golden knife hooking onto the axe, while the bayonet wildly slashed at his face.
My head floated in mid-air, observing the battle below from start to finish, utterly astonished. These actions were definitely beyond what I could normally do.