The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle – Chapter 763

“They are starting to mutate!” To this point, even the Knight Captain could see what was happening. These pathetic people were starting to undergo drastic changes all over. Their eyeballs bulged, their skin became like that of a mollusk or began to grow scales like a fish. Some even grew wings on their backs and claws on their hands.

Some of them were becoming similar to the statues, and increasingly so. Others were turning into fish, growing webbed feet and fins. Regardless of their form, they all resembled deep-sea creatures.

“I, I feel a sense of intense anger and hostility, as if someone is urging me to quickly go up and kill these people, ugh!” Older Brother Jayad said, clutching his head. The aura of the Outer Gods he possessed began to resonate with the pervasive Divine Power within the altar.

I was familiar with this feeling. It was akin to pheromones in animals, a natural inclination to see certain factions as allies and others as enemies. Older Brother Jayad was experiencing this now.

It was likely due to the King in Yellow. If Older Brother Jayad’s aura was as vast as the starry sky, the aura from the altar was as profound as the deep sea.

The Knight Captain didn’t overthink it. He simply assumed Older Brother Jayad was filled with righteous indignation, wanting to eliminate evil creatures on sight. A typical Holy Knight, indeed.

“What do we do now? They’ve already started mutating. Can they be saved?” the Knight Captain asked. Generally, mutated people would go mad, and after going mad, the only course of action was to eliminate them.

“They can’t be saved. We were already too late. In fact, we were too late from the moment the Ritual began. Once the Divine Power entered their bodies, there was no hope. However, we still have a chance to save the remaining people,” I said.

These mutated individuals were like balloons, and the Divine Power was like air continuously being pumped into them. When they expanded to their limit, there would only be one outcome.

“Splat!” One mutated person couldn’t take it anymore first. His body expanded rapidly, like a comically large meatball. When it reached its limit, it instantly exploded, sending countless bloody remains flying.

“Splat! Splat! Splat!” One after another, the Mutants exploded in succession. They couldn’t withstand the immense Divine Power and all turned into a bloody paste.

Rage flickered across the Knight Captain’s face, and his breathing became heavy. If he had felt a little sympathy earlier and wanted to help, now it was pure anger at the evil and cruelty.

The blood that splattered on the ground not only filled the Magic Circle but also formed bizarre symbols on the ground. It was only then that the Black-Robed Person stepped forward, took out a pen, and began to record the text on the ground. The material used for the record was a piece of leather. I estimated, like the Shrieking Shaman, it was human skin.

The ink used for recording was thick and blackish-red, seemingly also blood. Seeing the other members of their group holding blood collection bottles to gather the blood from the dismembered corpses on the ground, I suspected they were using whatever material was available on-site.

Finally, after they had collected the blood and recorded the symbols left by the Ritual, they skillfully began to clean up the Ritual site. The flesh contained a large amount of residual Outer Divine Power, making it excellent material for casting spells and research. Everything was packed and loaded onto carts to be transported away.

Before long, they had completely cleaned up all the blood and flesh. The plaza was spotless, as if the scene had never happened at all. The Black-Robed People then pulled a new batch of people from the Dungeon, seemingly preparing for the next Ritual.

“Damn it! Let’s act. Let’s kill all these bastards,” the Knight Captain could no longer hold back, gripping his sword.

“Alright. You handle those few beside the statues. Sherris, you deal with those taking notes. I’ll go take care of the two at the Dungeon entrance. Older Brother Jayad, you clear out those outside the gate. Then, we’ll advance downwards in order, from top to bottom, inside to outside. Can you do that?” I assigned tasks concisely.

The Knight Captain looked at me with some surprise. Although the distribution was simple, it roughly accounted for all the enemies, and the assignments were quite reasonable. Even from his professional tactical perspective, he couldn’t find any major flaws.

We acted as soon as the order was given, dispersing and moving towards our designated positions. The Knight Captain stayed put. Older Brother Jayad and we took a detour before splitting up; he was going to deal with the enemies outside the gate.

Sherris and I circled around to the area where the Black-Robed People were gathered, behind their audience seats. The first floor down from there was the Dungeon entrance. The journey was smooth. The gladiatorial arena was so large that the upper levels were almost completely empty, allowing our infiltration to be very easy and relaxed.

Finally, we took our positions. I could see the Knight Captain opposite me. He was in a rear position, visible from where I stood but not visible to those below. I signaled to him with a gesture. Simultaneously, Sherris contacted Older Brother Jayad, confirming he was also in position.

From the perspective of the Black-Robed People, the audience in the stands were watching the center of the arena. The Dungeon guards were watching over the newly brought-in prisoners. They couldn’t see the upper audience seats. The people at the statues were intently setting up the Ritual site. The guards outside were the strongest, but they couldn’t see inside at all.

Therefore, the plan for clearing was: Sherris and I would silently take care of the Black-Robed People recording in the audience seats. Then, simultaneously with the Knight Captain, we would deal with the Black-Robed People in the Dungeon and plaza. Older Brother Jayad would single-handedly handle the strongest group of guards.

“Let’s go. Life Drain.” I drew my magic wand and began to drain the life from the Black-Robed People in front of me. Sherris also conjured a hazy aura in her hands and reached forward. I could feel a group of people ahead of us being invaded by Death Qi.

Touch of Decay. This was a spell that injected Death Qi into a person’s body, cursing them to death. It was particularly effective against plants.

Yet, they were all sitting on their seats intently recording something. At first, they just felt tired, but soon they began to feel dizzy and disoriented. By the time they realized something was wrong, it was too late. They couldn’t even stand up or cry for help.

Soon, only a few shriveled corpses remained in the seats. Perhaps their brains held countless pieces of knowledge about the Outer Gods, and terrifying forbidden spells, but they had turned into corpses before they could even cast them. I confirmed that not a drop of blood could be sucked out, and even if there were plants within their bodies, they wouldn’t survive.

However, they remained seated upright, still wearing their black robes. Their hoods and masks covered their faces, making it impossible to tell they were dead. At most, their postures were somewhat crooked and askew.

I waved to the Knight Captain, signaling that our side had succeeded. The Knight Captain nodded and immediately leaped down from the high ground. His Knight Armor sprayed a large amount of steam backward, propelling him down like a missile from the heights.

At the same time, I had already rushed to the edge of the railing and hurled a Fireball at the Black-Robed People below. Older Brother Jayad also jumped down from a high position simultaneously.