Free Web NovelChapter 741: Chapter 651: Witch’s Song_2
Similarly, Bai Youyou and Chichu Chun seemed oblivious to everything, with the former facing off against Tiger Tail Orchid head-on. The latter somehow found his way behind Jian Liu, pressing the Undead Armament against the young man’s chest.
No...
All of this is too absurd.
Xu Xiaoyou feels as though she’s watching a modern silent drama; the characters’ expressions are vivid and real, yet she cannot empathize at all.
She’s in the audience, and everything unfolds on stage, where the light shines, and darkness spreads from below, isolating the world before her eyes.
"Bai Youyou, come back," she says.
No response.
"Chichu Chun, that’s a trap," she warns.
Still no reply.
Madman Lan grabs Bai Youyou by the throat, wearing a fervent smile, dragging her to plunge off the platform, infinitely distancing from the Key at the tower’s top.
The Life Values of Madman Lan and Bai Youyou simultaneously reach zero, eliminating the third contestant.
Fifteen seconds into the match.
The flames of the Undead Armament engulf the silhouette of the Witch God Continent, and Jian Liu’s figure bursts like a balloon, his body swollen and torn.
Yet before Chichu Chun could rejoice, Jian Liu’s figure gathered once more. Looking around, Medical Immortal Yaoyao’s medicine gourd on her staff glows with vibrant green.
Chichu Chun is puzzled, suddenly finding herself unable to make a sound. Painfully clutching her throat, the pitch-black poison transforms into human-faced bugs within her, squirming and shrieking.
The pain brings tears as she turns to Xu Xiaoyou, as if saying farewell, or perhaps saying something, with lips lightly touching. The bugs puncture her skin, her frame rends and twists, finally scattering into black dust.
Twenty seconds in.
Only Xu Xiaoyou remains on the field.
Xu Xiaoyou gazes at her own reflection, finally identifying the source of this surreal feeling.
It turns out, from the moment the match began.
She had been coldly observing everything from the perspective of an observer.
...
"At twenty-five seconds, four members of the Queen’s Armament simultaneously charged Xu Xiaoyou. Despite all teammates being eliminated, the proud Dark Gold Rose would never choose to bow down; she clutches the Deacon’s Long Sword tightly."
"Unfortunately, reality is harsh."
"There were no surprises, the Light Chasing Garden lost."
"Regardless of starting over countless times, the Light Chasing Garden never had a chance to face the Queen’s Armament directly, the chasm in strength cannot be bridged by simple passion and friendship."
"If each of the five members of the Queen’s Armament had a Superdimensional Projector, could they even wrestle with the Light Chasing Garden in reality?"
"What do you think, Director Spring?"
The screenwriter asked hesitantly, tentatively lifting their head to observe the expression of March.
Holding the script, March’s hand trembles, the dark lines on her face almost overflow.
"Huh?"
She grips the script tightly, enunciating each word:
"You dare ask me what I think? If we follow this script, the audience’s spittle would drown me!"
March bends over, hands on hips, pointing her finger at the screenwriter’s head repeatedly.
"What do you mean by a chasm in strength, what do you mean by each having a Superdimensional Projector, could the Queen’s Armament in reality wrestle with the Light Chasing Garden?"
"Are you kidding? Those are world anomalies, oh wait, three."
The screenwriter cried out in pain, clutching their head, speaking hesitantly.
"Then what should we do to remedy it now?"
"Remedy?" March laughed.
She lifts a gun, pulls the trigger under the screenwriter’s horrified gaze, and fresh red blood splashes across the studio.
The scene shifts, with the ’screenwriter’ in the pool of blood somehow turning into a puppet, the lights in the studio abruptly dimming, and ominous red shadows flickering. Above the set, countless suspended puppets are bloody, transformed into red spikes piercing the viewer’s eyes.
"Of course, I will personally take action~"
"Evergreen Ivy, attack from the side..."
At twenty-six seconds into the match, Jian Liu directs his remaining teammates to attack with a steady gaze, a slender arm suddenly extends from nowhere.
The gunshots sound, and the young man’s figure resembles a kaleidoscope, multiple versions of him overlapping at the same time, his facial expressions ranging from bewilderment to panic, but ultimately transforming en masse into indifference.
"Who is the Witch~♪"
"Unique, self-serving, unpredictable~♪"
Time seems paused by someone as the witch’s song echoes heavily, her slender leg wrapped in black ceremonial ribbon extends slowly from the ground, pauses for a moment, then lifts to rest on the other leg, the red-haired witch twirling her finger on the gun, surveying the surroundings with great interest, finally locking eyes with Xu Xiaoyou.
"Wilful, capricious, making one love and hate~♪"
This was Xu Xiaoyou’s first time clearly seeing March’s features, a flood of information rushing into her mind, she instinctively reached out towards the girl.
But the girl seemed to only glance in her direction inadvertently, continuing to walk forward on her own.
The audience blended into the crimson backdrop of this silent play, becoming silent gray shadows, watching everything unfold in silence.
The second gunshot sounded.
March killed Medical Immortal Yaoyao effortlessly, the colored bullet pierced through the girl’s neck, red data gushed from the blood hole, eroding every inch of the girl’s skin.
"Who is the Witch~♪"
"Her eyes must be full of melancholy~♪"
"The left eye holds love, the right eye is sadly dim~♪"
March leisurely walked past Evergreen Ivy, lifted his chin, and slowly sliced open the man’s throat with her fingertips, laughing as she spread her arms and spun around, her high-heeled straps crisply hitting the ground.
"She walks among the thorns, all order and rules begin to collapse~♪"
"She laughs behind the city, runs in the deserted forest~♪"
"A hoarse voice, rusty body, striving to search for the silence of this world~♪"
March pointed the gun at herself, slowly pulled the trigger, the cylinder spun, the click of a dry fire sounded, she raised her mouth and pulled the trigger twice more.
The colored bullet shot out on her third pull, her head exploded immediately, bursting into countless overlapping silhouettes, she fell in the mirror, crying, applying makeup, and putting on a mask.
"To show the right expression for each performance~♪"
"Repeat this scene endlessly~♪"
"Leave behind a silhouette embracing itself~♪"
"Action2."
March turned around, blood rose from the ground, then flew back in reverse, her head reappeared instantly.
March raised her eyebrows and eyes lightly, her slender fingers rested before her lips, she chuckled softly.
With a wave of her hand, Everme’s figure wilted and perished.
She borrowed the gun with her hand, and surrounding scenes changed abruptly into the roaring inferno of hell.
"nana~nanana~na♪~"
"I hear the sound echoes hell♪~（I hear the sound, it’s the echo of hell）"
"Angels and hell lines meet♪~（Meeting beautiful angels at the edge of hell）"
"The light on the weapons♪~（Weapons glimmer with deadly light）"
"And I’m straining to reach♪~（Then I eagerly search）"
"Reaching for ways to kill angels♪~（Seeking ways to kill angels）"
"as I sing them lullabies♪~（While I sing this song to them）"
March walked lightly, surrounded by layers of reflections.
Amidst the reflections, she danced with Tang Xin, watching the blue-haired girl’s body shatter like porcelain in her arms.
She stood properly on the Judgement Court, Bai Youyou’s expression on the judgment stand was serious, but as the gavel struck, the stand began to collapse, and the Bell Sword crashed through the black-haired girl’s chest.
She celebrated with Angelina, riding a bench tied with rockets, as the tipsy silver-haired girl and rocket bench ascended to the sky, she appeared below clapping in cheer.
Finally,
She slowly walked to Xu Xiaoyou.
"Action3"
March raised the gun in her hand.
The witch’s song was sinister and enchanting, the absurd atmosphere reached its peak, all beings faded and withered, everything on stage returned to nothingness at this moment.
"The witch loves sweets~♪"
"Bitter flavors seep through her mouth~♪" frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓
"The aftertaste is sweet, right~♪"
"Yet she prefers the bitterness of rust~♪"
"The excitement of slaughter, hmm~♪"
"Yet she prefers the angels’ wailing~♪"
"Wishing to kiss the lips of angels, making them unable to utter a sound before death, admiring their suffocating demise~♪"
"Beneath layers of masks,"
"Which one is the real her?"
"Why not talk about the tricks of comedy first?"
"Maintain elegance under pressure."
"Do you remember what you taught me?" March asked.
The scarlet light cut her expression into countless pieces, like a shattered mirror.
"Sticking to the rules only leads to self-destruction."
