Otaku Witch Chapter 1666: 875: Like the Rising Sun

Capítulo 1666: Chapter 875: Like the Rising Sun

For a mont, the tense atmosphere in the square fell silent.

Whether it was the Vampire Clan Witches suddenly attacking from the spatial rift in the sky, or the nurous tourists who hadn’t completely dispersed from the circus, or even the mbers of the circus themselves, everyone’s gaze unconsciously turned to the figure in black outside the Magic House, filled with confusion and bewildernt.

Miss Magician, don’t you care about anyone here? How could you do sothing so embarrassing?

Everyone couldn’t help but think this.

Especially Evelette and Lucia, who nearly had their eyes pop out.

The two were just marveling at the mystery of the Circus of the Heart, pondering the unfathomable depth of Miss Magician, but this sudden twist made them feel her image had collapsed.

No way, what’s happened to your strong persona, boss?

The two couldn’t help but sneer inwardly.

But anwhile, soone did notice the content of this Miss Magician’s cries for help.

Why is it “Dad save ”? Shouldn’t it be “Mom save ”?

After all, in the Witch World, almost all the powerful beings are witches, all of them female, and the male ones are rely humans or so other exotic beings, which ans weakness.

In such a situation where soone is being raided, what’s the use of calling for your dad?

The Vampire Clan Witches in the spatial rift mused this.

Suddenly, being watched by so many people, Dorothy’s old problem of social phobia flared up.

“Luckily, I’m Hers now, it’s the Sage of Lies who should be ashad, not Dorothy,”

The Hobody Witch comforted herself, feeling a lot better.

If she had to face it as herself, she might truly be unable to wield such Ultimate Technique, as that would be a true social death.

Of course, normally, even if she wished to use it, she couldn’t, as Mage Adam doesn’t have the formidable power of Brave Adam, making it impossible for her to rely on her father fully.

However, since she’s currently under a guise, there’s nothing forbidden.

Besides, unable to beat them, what else could she do? The Vampire Clan Witches were the ones lacking honor, how could they just gang up and kick a sixteen-year-old little witch around?

Dorothy logically but boldly convinced herself.

Then, she ignored those Vampire Clan Witches in the sky and snapped her fingers once more. The power belonging to Mirror Flower, Water Moon instantly enveloped the entire audience.

Hmm, you spectators know too much, now all of you forget.

The Hobody Witch attempted a final face-saving act.

Otherwise, if the future legends included a gossip about the Sage of Lies being a brat who always called for help, Dorothy worried Hers might beat her up.

Besides, the enemy had already co to the door, making tonight’s performance impossible to continue; this place will surely beco a battlefield soon, so it’s best to evacuate the audience quickly.

These spectators were invited by her, so naturally, she had the responsibility to protect their safety.

Thus, the spectators who were originally just watching the spectacle suddenly beca vacant-eyed and began to swiftly but orderly withdraw towards the exit.

Hmm, although the Hobody Witch couldn’t chew on those tough cookies like the Aunt and Second Aunt in the sky, she was steady in handling small fry.

However, it’s clear that the Vampire Clan Witches up in the sky wouldn’t just let her cast spells.

Right away, Elizabeth stood out, extending her finger for a drop of crimson blood to fall from its tip.

“Blood Prison Cage.”

She whispered.

Then the blood drop rapidly expanded and differentiated, forming countless blood threads, which imdiately weaved into a giant birdcage attempting to envelop the entire square.

This Circus of the Heart had a mysterious origin and its thods were peculiar; even the Thirteen Clans couldn’t quite determine their purpose or what they had done to these spectators, possibly scheming sothing.

In any case, controlling everything is undoubtedly correct.

Fortunately, Dorothy wasn’t fighting alone.

Just as the blood thread birdcage was about to take shape, Artie’s figure quietly erged outside the tent of the Divination House.

Then, under her feet, the originally petite shadow suddenly turned into a dreadful Magic Shadow with a sinister grin, which then frenziedly expanded, enveloping the entire square and attempting to obstruct and erode the descending Blood Prison Cage from below.

This imdiately made the airborne Elizabeth furrow her brows slightly.

Because the Second Marquis Lady did notice signs that her Blood Prison Cage was being nibbled away bit by bit by the darkness.

But how is this possible?

Elizabeth’s gaze fell upon the young witch dressed as a Fortune Teller, carefully sensing the Magic Power aura on her.

Hmm, almost near 500,000 Mana level.

Hiss…..

The Second Marquis Lady inadvertently gasped slightly in shock.

After all, she could simultaneously perceive the unmistakable youthful vitality on this little witch, estimating her age around fifteen or sixteen, at that age possessing 500,000 Mana in Magic Power?

Elizabeth’s heart erupted in extraordinary shock.

After all, she was one of the oldest witches, a living fossil witnessing the entire process of the Witch Clan’s ergence to the present; what had she not seen?

But she had never seen this: what kind of monstrous talent if she was on track to possess 600,000 Mana of Magic Power at twenty, having one foot in the Peak?