Capítulo 1672: Chapter 877: Cheer for (Part 2)
Hmm, Mr. Hero really thinks that Proud Demon God Lucifer might not be as arrogant as his own daughter.
“Hehehe, teacher, how about we see who can end the fight faster?”
Artie said with a mischievous grin.
Hmm, at this mont, the devil girl was also empowered by the Power of Justice, and when she saw the Vampire Clan Witch on the opposite side weakened, she imdiately felt like the rain was gone, and she was ready to roll.
It’s unclear if Dorothy was feeling overly confident, but Artie definitely was.
After all, the devil girl hadn’t fully mastered the Power of Original Sin yet, and was still influenced by the Soul of the Demon King within her. If soone were to use the Eyes of the Soul on her right now, they’d see the flourishing Pride of Original Sin inside Artie.
Hmm, although Artie liked her own teacher the most, this didn’t stop the devil girl from keeping her little arrogance.
She admired her teacher, but she didn’t think she needed to bow her head in front of him.
She always believed that a disciple doesn’t need to be lesser than their teacher, especially since if she really was constantly suppressed by the teacher, how could she carry out that big plan of defying her ntor and ancestors?
Hmm, last ti she was suppressed by her teacher because she didn’t know that he could be immune to the influence of the Power of Original Sin and Power of Fate, so she used the wrong big move. But Astimos wouldn’t fall into the sa trap twice.
This ti she would surely win over the teacher.
Hmm, this ti it’s about who can subdue the enemy first, or who can subdue more of them.
But, who’s this clown? What, are you trying to steal monsters too?
Artie felt wary and even a bit hostile as she looked at the clown next to her.
Hmm, she had wanted to be the clown before, but the teacher said soone else was already in that position, and then this clown really appeared out of nowhere, so mysterious.
Moreover, this clown was always hanging around the teacher, often entering and leaving the teacher’s tent in the middle of the night, which made Artie so jealous she was grinding her teeth, wishing she could stick pins into a voodoo doll of the clown.
Alright, it’s not just wishing—she actually did it. But strangely enough, this clown was also immune to Fate Magic, it was just like seeing a ghost.
They say fate is the most noble, but doesn’t my School of Prophecy care about face? Suddenly two fate-immune individuals appear.
“What are you looking at for?”
The Fairy King glanced disdainfully at Artie.
As an Indomitable Warrior Soul, she wasn’t like her embarrassed main body, who revered this Future Demon King. She was never polite to the devil girl.
Moreover, the highest strength amplification on the field was hers, okay? From 200,000 Mana instantly to 600,000, this was the Magic Power of a Peak Witch, and this directly unlocked True Martial God status in this wave.
The Fairy King hadn’t fought this comfortably many tis, plus her wretched main body always made her endure the boiling instincts of the Dragon’s Lair, and now she was really hyped to the max.
A re devil king? Miss Martial Soul didn’t take it seriously at all, and if provoked, she’d really use this brat as a war drum.
As for Fenrir in the end…
Hmm, the Dog-Witch didn’t dare to speak at all; she was the weakest on the field. Even when strengthened, she really wasn’t confident she could defeat anyone among the Vampire Clan Witches on the opposite side.
However, being weak wasn’t a reason to retreat without a fight. Fenrir could be defeated, could even die, but definitely couldn’t beco a deserter coward.
So, seeing everyone else step forward, she gritted her teeth and stepped forward too, but she was the most nervous at this mont.
And seeing this, Dorothy didn’t object either.
Hmm, if she wants to fight, let her fight. Anyway, with her watching, it’s all stable, nothing will go wrong.
The Hobody Witch rarely had such a fighting spirit at the mont, after all, this Power of Justice from Adam was indeed magical, a completely side-effect-free strength amplification, as if she really had 600,000 Mana.
Hmm, now this is a true portable power bank. Compared to senior sister brand or biological dad brand, those instantly paled in comparison.
Forget it, senior Fanny is probably still raging powerlessly over her latest demotion, so let’s not diss her for now.
Besides, the status of the Yellow-Cloaked King from the senior sister brand was actually the real deal—it was just that stingy senior sister wouldn’t lend it for playing easily, and every ti she transford she had to rge with senior sister first, and the feeling of tentacles all over her insides was indeed a bit weird.
Just a sha, who knows if Mage Adam can do this Virtue. Justice, if not, this might be the only ti in her life to savor it, she must cherish it.
Maybe later she should ask Brave Dad if this move could also be taught to her; that way, she could be self-sufficient in the future.
Dorothy was thinking wild thoughts like this.
But even though she was absent-minded, it didn’t an she was actually just spacing out.
In that instant, her second and third consciousness, always there as her main body assistants, had already finished casting spells.
Thus, the Hobody Witch, still in magician attire, snapped her fingers, and as the crisp snap echoed, the world began to lose its color, everything turning black and white.
Za Warudo.
Ti stopped.
People perceive the color of objects because of light reflection, but when light stops, everything naturally fades to black and white.
Hmm, without the shackles of magic power, she no longer needed to rely on sothing like the Mage Position of the Judgnt Order to cast spells; this Forbidden Curse of Ti Stop was already well known to her, so at this mont she instantly cast it.
Laughing to death, you still want to snatch my monster? It’s not happening; the fight is over.
Anyway, in this Ti Stop where no one could see, the Hobody Witch let herself go and laughed heartily.
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