Superman Termination Manual-Chapter 636 - 295: Major Family Events III: Night of the Witch (Part 10)

Chapter 636 -295: Major Family Events III: Night of the Witch (Part 10)

After completely slaying “Witch Black Rose,” the witch statue at the heart of the Witch’s Night stood unguarded.

So, Lan Ou and Red Hat rushed into the great door embedded at the base of the statue. When they came to their senses, they had already entered a long corridor that seemed endless.

Lifting his eyes, Mingye could see nothing ahead in the pitch-dark, yet his gaze was fixed straight into the depths of the darkness. He knew clearly that beyond this corridor lay the statue’s space—Bai Zini and the Lost Witch were there.

“Your hand is injured…”

In the dim corridor, Red Hat spoke while opening her equipment panel.

Then, she took out an E-class item from her bag—”Rebirth Medical Bottle” and handed it to Lan Ou.

“No, this one is more useful.”

Lan Ou shook his head and instead took a B-grade Magic Card from his bag—”Elf’s Lament,” crushed the card, and then a sprite emitting green luminescent dots slowly appeared, casting a halo toward his arm.

As the luminescent dots enveloped his arm, Lan Ou’s nearly severed right arm miraculously healed on its own, even setting the bones straight.

“Indeed more useful.”

Watching this scene, Red Hat silently put away the Rebirth Medical Bottle and then asked, “Once we enter, how do we deal with the Lost Witch?”

“I have a plan,” Lan Ou said.

“That’s good.”

During their conversation, both of them walked through the corridor’s end and stepped into the interior of the statue’s space. A candle on the round table lit up the world inside the statue, and a smell that was a mix between blood and tobacco assaulted their nostrils.

Cramped, rigid, damp.

Someone was screaming.

It was a male voice.

Lan Ou paused slightly, then followed the sound to the corner of the space.

He saw Bai Yi kneeling on the ground not far from the altar.

In the surging pool of blood, he hung his head, his eyes wide-open, cradling a headless body, and screaming with all his might while tears squeezed out continuously from his twitching eye sockets.

Through the lens of the helmet, Mingye’s gaze lingered on the headless body. Identified by the pink ribbon and the blood-stained dress that was slightly reddish, it was undoubtedly Magical Girl Hong.

“Is An Hong… dead?”

Mingye hesitated slightly, swallowed, and tore his gaze away from the howling Bai Yi, looking up towards the altar.

At this moment, the girl above the cross had been freed, the chains that once bound her now messily draped on the ground.

She knelt on the stony surface of the altar, her knees raw and bleeding from the rough ground, trembling slightly, her head bowed, her expression unclear. Dark magic power enveloped her body like a cocoon.

Under the shadow of her bangs, the Gothic-dressed girl’s gaze was fixated on something in her arms, as if cradling someone, but Mingye saw no one there.

Then, a mocking voice came slowly from the darkness, like a provocative flower falling on a calm lake, creating ripples.

“It’s surprising that Black Rose failed to guard the entrance of the statue. But it seems, your mental state is not much better than Qing Ya’s, the one called ‘Lan Ou’, I’ve heard of your name.”

The tall figure spoke while stepping out of the shadows beside the altar, slowly approaching Lan Ou and Red Hat.

Lan Ou looked up, and the image of the Lost Witch exactly matched what he saw through Kobe’s eyes: Wizard hat, dark Wizard robes, maple-like hair, and amber eyes.

Merely locking eyes with her, Mingye’s pupils contracted slightly.

At this moment, his brain seemed to be seared with a hot iron, every nerve quivering intensely, screaming. It was as if millions of cicadas were flapping their wings, buzzing inside his ears, piercing his eardrums.

Within his skull, the noise was ceaseless.

“Thud,” Mingye fell to his knees, the fresh blood drifting in from the altar’s corner soaking his knees; while beside him, Magical Girl Xiaohongmao stood frozen, her gaze gradually becoming empty.

“Should I say you are a worthy imitator of Qing Ya? Your mind is just as torn, just as chaotic—so let me see, after meddling with Qing Ya’s mental world and he became completely mad, what will you turn into after I stir up yours?”

As the words fell, Mingye, like a chilled infant, curled up, shivering slightly.

Suddenly his back split open with several holes, like a multi-eyed spider opening its eyes, densely packed, daunting.

Several gray heads screamed as they poked out from the holes.

They looked up, reaching arms towards the ceiling, as if trying to break free from his body. Meanwhile, the heads were slowly transforming. Soon, they turned into the faces of people he had seen in the orphanage.

Then, Mingye slowly, stiffly twisted his neck, his gaze falling on the bizarre heads emerging from his back. Among these heads, there were two faces he found both unfamiliar and familiar.

One of them wore a metal ghost mask, his eyes empty blackness, and his dreadlocks swaying in the sinister wind;

The other had a handsome face, a mocking curve on his lips, clear eyes holding an undefinable depth, red shoulder-length hair cascading down;

Looking at the red-haired girl before him, Mingye’s pupils narrowed, completely frozen in place.