Free Web NovelChapter 32: Chapter32-Demigod-Level Pressure
John’s expression did not change. He continued in a soft voice, "Thorn Witch Galina, I formally apply to participate in the Trial of the First Seat."
The moment those words were spoken, the old witch’s laughter came to an abrupt halt.
The air instantly fell silent.
For the first time, the old witch finally raised her head. She formally lifted the brim of her hat and sized up the young man before her.
Then she slowly stood up and took a deep look at John.
After that, she turned and walked toward the space behind her, pushed open a door, and made an inviting gesture toward John.
"Follow me, young man."
John followed the old witch and entered the hidden chamber.
The air in the corridor carried a faint fragrance.
As she walked ahead of him, a ghostly blue flame began to ignite around Thorn Witch Galina.
Within the firelight, her figure gradually changed. Her hunched body became tall, graceful, and slender, her curves elegant and alluring.
Her dry white hair rapidly gained glossy red strands, shimmering with a lustrous glow.
The wrinkles and warts on her body also quickly faded away, leaving behind skin as delicate and taut as that of a young maiden.
A pair of sharp, bright, beautiful eyes lit up, making that face appear even more stunning.
The old woman from just moments ago had actually transformed into an incomparably cold and beautiful mature woman in the span of only a few breaths.
John’s gaze shifted slightly, but his footsteps did not pause.
He knew that this was the Thorn Witch’s true form.
At that moment, the Thorn Witch suddenly said, "It seems you do indeed have the qualifications to participate in the Trial of the First Seat."
John was slightly startled, and his heart stirred.
It was exactly the same as the strategy guide posts from his previous life had mentioned. Only by seeing through the Thorn Witch’s disguise could one obtain the qualification to participate in the Trial of the First Seat.
Otherwise, this Thorn Witch would probably have done nothing but lead him around in circles forever.
Along the way, John also saw many signature items of the Witch Council.
For example, magical tools, scrolls, and paintings related to prophecy magic.
There were also biological monster cultivation vessels, strangely shaped magical artifacts, and all sorts of other things.
From time to time, rooms on either side of the corridor would give off screams and the roars of unknown beasts.
John even saw one room where a large cauldron had been set up, bubbling away as it boiled something unknown.
Toward all of this, John merely observed with his eyes and listened with his ears, but his heart remained unmoved.
Witches had always been like this. They dabbled in all kinds of fields. One simply had to get used to it.
Before long, the two of them passed through the corridor and entered a spacious room.
Inside the room stood an extremely magnificent round table.
The First Seat of the round table was covered in dust, while candles of different colors burned before the remaining twelve seats.
This was the Witches’ Round Table.
At this moment, all twelve seats were empty.
Only at the other end of the room was there a little girl in a hood and white stockings, lowering her head as she stared at a crystal ball on the table.
When John saw the Thorn Witch in front of him notice that little girl, her figure clearly paused for a moment.
Then the Thorn Witch let out a soft "tch" and sat down on a chair far away from the little girl.
She crossed her snow-white legs on the table and turned her head away, refusing to look at the little girl.
For some reason, the atmosphere suddenly became somewhat tense.
Before John could speak, the little girl finally shifted her gaze away from the crystal ball and onto John.
She blinked. "So, you’re the one who came to participate in the Trial of the First Seat? You look just like the person prophesied in the crystal ball!"
Only after the little girl raised her head did John finally see her appearance clearly.
Her face was small, fair, and delicate, like an exquisite porcelain doll.
As the hem of her skirt fluttered, a small section of her snow-white calf was revealed.
When she spoke, the corners of her pink, jade-like lips curved upward slightly, revealing a pair of little fangs. She looked extremely adorable.
However, within those eyes, it was as though a river of stars was flowing, mysterious and unfathomable.
Her entire temperament was completely different from her appearance, exuding a sense of maturity and composure.
John nodded slightly and did not say much.
The little girl crossed her arms before her chest and said in a crisp voice, "You are the first adventurer to come and participate in the Trial of the First Seat..."
Before she could finish speaking, the Thorn Witch at the side could no longer listen. She immediately interrupted, "Can you people from the Astral Court keep your mouths shut for once? All day long, you love acting mysterious and spreading all sorts of nonsense.
"Look, now even this kind of adventurer knows about the Trial of the First Seat.
"Do you still think not enough people have died because of this damned inheritance?"
The little girl glanced at her and said calmly, "Someone who can see through your disguise at a glance being able to learn about the Trial of the First Seat does not seem strange, does it?
"On the contrary, why are you so eager to shift the blame onto the Astral Court?
"Could it be that an old virgin like you saw a handsome man and couldn’t move your legs, so you directly let him in?"
When the Thorn Witch heard this, she instantly sat upright and slammed the table heavily.
Her ample curves shook violently with the movement.
The Thorn Witch’s face flushed red with anger. "Say one more word of nonsense, and I’ll tear your mouth apart!"
Seeing that the two of them were about to start arguing, the little girl instead smiled sweetly and looked toward John.
"Handsome, I wasn’t targeting you. Don’t mind it." fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
John waved his hand. "It’s fine."
After that, the little girl looked toward the remaining empty seats and said lightly, "Everyone, take your seats. It is time to discuss what comes next."
The instant her voice fell, clusters of energy particles suddenly condensed on ten of the empty seats.
As the energy particles continuously twisted and distorted, they gradually formed ten figures with different builds and temperaments.
They were none other than the remaining ten witches.
Among them, the most eye-catching was the silver-haired witch seated to the left of the First Seat.
She wore a delicate silver crown upon her head. Her face was cold and stunning, and she carried an innate aura of royalty.
John recognized her.
"Crowned Witch..."
Counting down from her side, there was first the Ashen Witch, with crimson hair and faint ashes drifting around her.
Next was the Fecund Witch, with dark green hair, her body draped in vines and translucent cocoons.
Then came the Copper Furnace Witch, wearing a monocle, with mechanical arms hovering beneath the hem of her dress.
After her was the Book-Prison Witch, black-haired and black-eyed, with chains manifesting around her body.
The Thorn Witch sat at the far end of the left side.
On the other side was the little girl-like Stargazing Witch.
Then came the Shadow Veil Witch, her face hidden behind black gauze; the Nightmare Witch of the purple-haired clan; the Tidal Witch, whose hair was blue-silver and whose dress flowed like water; and the Bone Witch, white-haired and red-eyed, dressed in a white formal gown.
Finally, seated at the far end on the right side, was the Mirrorrealm Witch, a blonde woman surrounded by floating mirrors.
John’s pupils suddenly contracted.
That was because he discovered that these witches had actually all gathered here in their true bodies!
Existences capable of mastering this kind of fixed-point teleportation without using a teleportation array would absolutely not be lower than Level 200!
John’s gaze fell upon the Crowned Witch.
Among all these people, this witch possessed the most powerful aura. Without question, she was also the strongest among them.
John could sense that kind of power even without using Detect.
However, the reason he did not use it was because rashly using Detect was, in truth, an extremely impolite act.
John did not want to provoke the displeasure of these people, so his way of handling the situation naturally became more cautious.
Noticing John’s gaze, the Crowned Witch politely nodded.
Then, solemnly, she raised her hand.
After a brief silence, the other witches also raised their hands one after another and joined in the gesture.
Seeing this scene, John revealed a puzzled expression.
It was at that moment.
Buzz!
A vast and majestic pressure descended from the sky, crashing down upon his body.
This pressure was no weaker than the demigod-level pressure he had felt in his previous life.
John’s knees bent on the spot, and he half-knelt on the ground.
He gritted his teeth tightly and used his hand to firmly support his body.
Bloodshot veins gradually surfaced in John’s eyes. He could feel this pressure corroding and peeling away at his flesh and soul from every direction.
Buzz, buzz, buzz!
Violent ringing kept resounding in his ears. All kinds of hallucinations surfaced one after another, forcing their way straight into his mind.
Even his blood was boiling within his body, as if it were about to seep out through his skin.
His MP was being constantly squeezed dry as well, and it seemed as if it was about to be completely exhausted and shattered.
"Damn it!"
