Capítulo 1772: Chapter 920: The Terror of the Face of God (Part 2)
“A bit of progress, but not much. This Doomsday Requiem Spear is a desperate struggle after despair, a last-ditch effort after betting everything, yet you’re only thinking of defense. Your mind is disturbed, I sll the scent of fear.”
Miss Clown’s mask smiled even more grotesquely.
Thus, after dropping the fourth head, she struck again.
This ti, the Wild Hunt Witch no longer defended but chose to counterattack, red light against white light, tip against tip.
However, after a brief collision, the white light quickly collapsed, and thus, the ashad head took flight.
“Comndable courage, but it’s hollow courage. You’re just avoiding inner fear. Are your desperate counterattacks ant to make laugh to death?”
Miss Clown carefully stacked this ashad beauty’s head onto the second layer, then mockingly questioned.
“It seems your despair is still insufficient.”
……
Once again, red light against white light, the white light crumbled on contact, and the fearful head took flight.
…
Tip against tip, despair grew in the eyes of the beauty’s head in mid-air.
….
The beautiful, slender swan neck transford into a red fountain, while the spinning beauty’s gaze beca sowhat numb.
…..
Beheading….
Decapitation….
Dorothy stood on tiptoe, placing the empty-eyed beauty’s head atop the high Capital View Summit, then satisfactorily looked at the marvelous architecture before her.
However, while she enjoyed playing with the blocks, Miss Building Blocks didn’t seem to agree.
Looking at Sharon, whose eyes had lost their light, the hobody witch felt a bit of a headache.
The Wild Hunt Witch was even dumber than she imagined; despite being cut so many tis, hasn’t she grasped the true essence of this spear?
This is to seek life in death; it’s never giving up; it’s the tenacity to survive even if it ans killing kin, yet she’s being cut and directly capitulating.
“Trouble, at this rate, people are nearly being taught into uselessness, which isn’t good. Do I really have to stop now?”
As she thought about this, she subconsciously waved the Fangtian Huaji in her hand, then brought forth a brand-new numb head.
Sigh, there’s really no way around it. Miss Sharon, although born a Wild Hunt Witch, was indeed battle-loving, but it seems her growth in the past was too smooth, with few setbacks. After facing this blow, she directly shut down; her spirit is indeed lacking.
This isn’t good; she needs a bit of stimulation, a little hope to survive, to pull her out of self-closure.
But what kind of stimulation could make her not want to continue dying, and fuel her fighting spirit to resist?
Dorothy felt so distress, given that she and Miss Sharon weren’t all that familiar. They were only in a typical superior-subordinate relationship in the workplace before, without much personal interaction. She didn’t know the Wild Hunt Witch’s preferences.
“Alice is still better; that silly sister only needs a promise of a treat once she learns sothing, and she’s instantly revived with energy.”
The hobody witch grumbled softly, feeling a bit bored.
Hm, such a one-sided massacre without resistance is really dull; she’s not one of those psychopaths who enjoy killing for fun. If not necessary, she doesn’t really like to get her hands dirty.
She’s a pacifist.
However….
“Oh well, I’ll have to sacrifice a bit of charm.”
Dorothy reluctantly waved again, bringing forth a Sharon head with life not yet fully dissipated, then lifted it to level with her own eyes, and slightly revealed a corner of her mask.
Hm, people want to live, not die, primarily because they still yearn for the world’s beauty, so just let her see sothing beautiful.
The hobody witch wasn’t sure about other beauties, but her face could certainly be counted as beautiful.
Then, Seduction and Invigoration Technique, activate.
“Live.”
The half-masked Dorothy spoke earnestly to Sharon’s head.
And in her hand, the consciousness of the Wild Hunt Witch, about to sink into darkness, stared wide-eyed at the indescribably beautiful face before her.
In an instant, a fierce desire for survival burned in her eyes.
Why die? I can’t die; I haven’t seen enough of such beauty. I’m unwilling to die; I must live…
Right, this head witnessing the world’s supre view can’t be lost; I don’t want any other head.
Where’s my body? Quickly, retrieve it for ; I don’t want to die; I want to live.
Hurry, use every ans to bring back; I want to keep this head forever.
The Wild Hunt Witch’s dying last consciousness forcibly stirred, and she began to crazily summon her body.
Nearby, Miss Headless Knight was waiting for the arena to heal her, to grow a new head. But before the new head was fully grown, she received orders from the head.
Thus, the previously rigid Headless Knight suddenly gripped her icy snow spear, then, amidst the bewildered gazes of everyone, aid the tip at her neck and decisively cut.
A half-grown head fell to the ground.
Dorothy: “???”
Now it was the hobody witch’s turn to be puzzled.
Seriously, this ruthless? But my command was to survive; why did you commit suicide?
She doubted if her Face of God had a slight failure.
However, in the next mont, her deanor turned solemn, losing the previous composure.
She hurriedly pulled down her mask, then reached out to grip the Fangtian Huaji.
But it was too late.
Neigh….
The warhorse’s neigh echoed across the arena as the galloping white horse swept through the swirling snow.
On horseback, the headless knight bent her body low, and in her hand, the icy snow spear began to undergo tamorphosis.
Unstoppable brilliance erupted from the spear’s tip, the final resistance of the despaired one, the last hope of the survival-seeking, the last charge of the unconscious following instinct.
This was a last-ditch effort and a ruthless strike.
Well, without a head, even a mother wouldn’t be recognizable, so speaking to a headless body is futile; it can’t understand.
Overall, just charge, just fight.
The body without a head, feeling the rapid loss of life, had little ti left, it had to find the head before its life force was entirely exhausted, and the head was right ahead.
No fear, no dread, I’m just a body; I don’t understand. I just want a head, then live.
And so…
The battle steed sensed its master’s intent, accelerated once more, becoming a streak of white, lding into the swirling snow.
The cold wind howled past, and amidst the storm, a crisp collision sound rang out.
As the storm subsided, the two witches stood back to back on the snowy field.
The headless knight on a white horse held a cracked spear, but in her hand was a head with wide eyes full of happiness.
The Dragon Witch on the ground looked in shock at her empty hand, then at the Magic Power-depleted Kitty Staff, reverted to cat form, finally glancing down at the long snow mark beneath her feet.
Ah, the spear was not maintained, the footsteps retreated, completely lost.
Oh dear, the survival urge given by the Face of God is so intense?
Bewildered, the hobody witch now gained a new understanding of her own allure’s level.
Behind her, the headless knight raised her head high, placing it back on her neck, then the flesh buds grew, connecting the two.
With the body’s support, Sharon’s consciousness gradually cleared, and now the Wild Hunt Witch realized what she had done.
Only, her first thought was of the indescribable beauty, more majestic than this boundless snowy field, more beautiful than her ho’s towering snow mountains.
At this mont, the Wild Hunt Witch’s heart, single for years, thundered like drums.
She thought, she might maybe possibly be in love.
…..Miss Sharon is feeling affectionate….
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