The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 280 - 240: Reaping What One Has Sown

Luna Sutton and the others were happily eating, unaware that the full moon night had quietly arrived.

Aetheria, The Phoenix Clan.

The altar beneath the sycamore was bathed in moonlight.

Great Shaman Ignis Fawkes wore the Crow Feather Cloak, her withered fingers clutching a Blazewing feather, dancing a bizarre witch dance around the stone platform inscribed with incantations.

"With blood as the guide, with the soul as the offering—"

She seeped the Blazewing’s blood into the ugly doll inscribed with the name "Luna Sutton," venomously proclaiming: "Let that wretched wench’s flesh rot, her bones crawl with maggots!"

Celestia Fawkes stood beneath the altar, watching nervously, the dense golden lumps on her face appearing particularly eerie under the moonlight.

"Buzz!"

As Great Shaman Ignis uttered her final syllable, the ugly doll suddenly burst into flames without wind, the ghostly blue fire flickering eerily under the moonlight, casting a twisted and ferocious face.

"Hahaha! Wretched wench, let’s see how you die this time!"

Celestia Fawkes’ face twisted into a malicious and sinister smile, as if already seeing Luna Sutton grotesquely transformed again, her body diseased and oozing...

Suddenly, the ugly doll shone brightly, trembled violently, and instantly made a 180-degree turn, charging directly towards Celestia Fawkes observing below!

"Ah... get away..."

Celestia Fawkes was startled, instinctively retreating.

But much to her surprise, the ugly doll seemed to have eyes, following her wherever she went.

It was as if it had suddenly come to life, its eyes eerily fixed on her, making it incredibly creepy at night.

"Great Witch, what’s wrong with this ugly doll?"

She spoke in horror, fleeing blindly toward the altar, seeking shelter from Great Shaman Ignis.

Yet, the ugly doll persistently pursued her, like an unrelenting specter of death.

Great Shaman Ignis was also taken aback, never encountering such a situation before, hastily attempting to smash the ugly doll with the Bone Staff as it chased Celestia Fawkes around the altar.

"Boom—"

The ugly doll was struck by the Bone Staff, instantly exploding into countless fine golden needles shooting toward Celestia Fawkes’ face.

"Ah—my face, it hurts!"

Celestia Fawkes screamed, covering her face, feeling as if her whole body was being devoured by thousands of venomous insects, something wriggling beneath her skin.

Looking down, the golden lumps on her arm rapidly expanded, turning into egg-sized pustules in the blink of an eye.

The torches around the altar suddenly extinguished simultaneously, under the moonlight, Celestia Fawkes’ body swelled like fermenting dough.

The feather robe burst instantly, revealing layers of fat covered with festering sores, her body from a distance resembling a toad riddled with tumors.

Her face was even uglier, small eyes, a collapsed nose, and a big buck tooth, coupled with festering sores, hideous enough to make children cry at the sight.

"Great Witch! Save me!"

Celestia Fawkes was terrified, completely bewildered, wasn’t the curse intended for that wretched Luna Sutton? Why has she become hideous?

She couldn’t accept her appearance, overwhelmed by itching, she frantically scratched her neck, tearing off chunks of festering flesh.

"So itchy... so painful..."

Great Shaman Ignis was also terrified, her face pale, unable to hold the Bone Staff steady, her lips trembling: "What... What is this bizarre curse?"

She had lived most of her life without witnessing such an eerie event.

It seemed as if the curse’s target wasn’t Luna Sutton, but Celestia Fawkes instead.

Her face turned even paler, she was certain the curse’s target was Luna Sutton, using not only that wretched wench’s birth date, the name inscribed, including geographic positioning, all information pointed to the Lower Domain’s wretched Luna Sutton...

As to why it rebounded onto Celestia Fawkes, even she couldn’t comprehend.

She was just as confused.

Celestia Fawkes writhed in pain, screaming in agony, her face awash with festering pus, once filled with golden lumps.

"Save... save me..."

She reached out a sore-covered hand, attempting to grasp Great Shaman Ignis’ clothes, but was shunned.

Great Shaman Ignis grimly observed Celestia Fawkes rolling on the ground, silently regretting casting the curse.

She trembled, reaching for the Bone Bell, but was thrown three meters away by the rebounding sorcery, the Crow Feather Cloak burnt with a large hole.

The entire Pyralia erupted.

The patrolling guards, upon witnessing their young mistress’s transformation, were so shocked they couldn’t hold their torches steady.

A female slave vomited on the spot, only to be kicked away by an enraged Celestia Fawkes and stomped to the ground.

"Filthy lowly things, do you dare disdain me?"

Celestia Fawkes’ face twisted, her voice hoarse like a worn-out drum, with every word, pus blood seeped from the corner of her mouth, "Get out."