Free Web NovelChapter 196: Chapter 196 You’re in Big Trouble Now_1
The abandoned mine, Qiqimora took a puff of the lit hand-rolled cigarette and exhaled a plume of white smoke.
The smoke rapidly spread, not thinning out but instead growing denser until it enveloped the entire area near the mine shaft.
The synthetic beasts immediately fell into chaos.
What Qiqimora had cast was a smokescreen spell similar to that known by the Judges of the Heretical Judgment Bureau, but it was more advanced, not only obscuring visibility but also incorporating a simple illusion.
In the mist, the synthetic beasts could barely make out the witches’ silhouettes, they pounced to attack only to find that each strike was upon a comrade. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ
Lamia moved unimpeded through the mist, making use of physical modifications far superior to Meiruki’s slave models, she had grown six arms, each fingertip sprouting knife-like sharp claws.
She ambushed the synthetic beasts in the fog, piercing their throats, abdomens, and the gaps between their ribs with her claws, and using her monstrous strength to tear apart their vital organs. As the creator of the beastification drug, she had an extremely profound understanding of the body structure of humans, magical beasts, and beastified humans. With every prey she killed, she would lick the thick fresh blood and shredded flesh that coated her claws.
Some of the synthetic beasts realized the danger of their predicament, leaping up, flapping their wings, and attempting to fly out of the mist, but the moment they poked their heads out of the fog, they were met with chains descending from above, striking like venomous snakes leaping from the treetops to bite their prey.
These chains were barbed like thorns, each one seeming alive, deftly looping around the necks of the synthetic beasts and tightening suddenly, the spikes biting deeply into their flesh.
The other end of these chains was tied to the broom Habanis was riding. She rode her broom above the fog laying in wait, setting up traps and waiting for the prey to be ensnared. As soon as all the chains were secure on the beasts, Habanis excitedly shouted, "Drive!"
The hovering broom instantly rose, tightening all of the chains.
The synthetic beasts flapped their wings trying to ascend while prying at the nooses around their necks, attempting to break them with brute force despite the barbs tearing their hands to bloody ribbons, which was still preferable to being strangled alive.
Habanis wouldn’t give them such an opportunity; with a single incantation, an electric shock traveled along the chains. While it wasn’t enough to kill the hardy bodies of the synthetic beasts, it was enough to paralyze them temporarily.
The beasts’ bodies slackened, their wings lost power, allowing them to plummet, their own weight pulling at their necks with the chains, breaking their necks and completely severing their breath.
Below Habanis’ broom hung no less than fifteen synthetic beasts, close to two tons in weight, yet the broom showed no signs of descending.
"Execution, execution! All of you deserve to be hanged!" A sadistic smile appeared on Habanis’ face.
The mist quickly dissipated, revealing the blood-drenched remains. Lamia, unsatiated, was gnawing on one of the synthetic beasts, while Qiqimora, unable to stand the grotesque scene, frowned slightly and averted her gaze, continuing to smoke her hand-rolled cigarette.
Habanis commanded the chains to release the now unresponsive synthetic beasts, letting them crash heavily to the ground before slowly descending herself.
More than thirty synthetic beasts, capable of annihilating ten times their number in armed soldiers, were completely powerless under the joint hands of the three Great Witches.
"Are Presia and the others still alive?" Lamia pushed aside the body she had disfigured beyond recognition, "It’s unknown if we can make it in time to collect their corpses now."
"Dead is dead," Habanis said indifferently, "We’ve already left them behind, we just need to move at our own pace."
Qiqimora finished the cigarette in her hand with one drag, expressing no opposition.
The three of them were indifferent toward the two Great Witches who had become prisoners, as well as Aiden Galahad, their temporary ally. The most ideal scenario for them would be Aiden being killed by the priest, and by the time they arrived, the priest would have exhausted all the divine powers he could use, leaving him at their mercy.
Then their current target should be Sister Neve.
Footsteps approached, and the three turned their heads one after another, looking in the direction the sound came from.
Three nuns walked briskly towards the mine along the railroad tracks, the one in the middle wore a black robe, and the ones at the sides wore grey robes.
Sister Neve Barres.
Seeing the corpses scattered around the entrance of the tunnel, Sister Neve stopped, her expression grave as she sized up the three present.
"How considerate of you to come to us," Lamia sneered with a twisted smile, "saving us the trouble of walking a few extra steps."
"Don’t kill her, just subdue her," Qiqimora reminded the other two.
If they killed the heir too early, Father Bales, sensing the death of his heir, could easily appoint another nun or create another offspring as the new heir. The most convenient method was still to take control of the heir—breaking her limbs or poisoning her would do. When Father Bales was killed, and the power of "inheritance" was invoked only to find himself trapped in a body completely unable to resist, they could easily dispose of the priest.
"Your end is near, little nun," Habanis said with a smile, staring at Sister Neve.
Sister Neve scanned them twice and suddenly spoke, chanting in a language with a strange pronunciation.
The three Great Witches present were all taken aback; they all recognized that Sister Neve was reciting the Divine Decrees.
The bodies of the two nuns beside Neve were suddenly torn in half by a strange force, bursting through their grey nun’s habits, each splitting into three separate entities.
At the same time, the lower part of Sister Neve’s own black robe inflated like a balloon, and then two more nuns climbed out from under her long robe one after the other.
The power of "breeding"; she had simultaneously made the two offspring at her side and her own self split into new offspring.
At this moment, Habanis and Lamia had yet to realize the gravity of the situation. It wasn’t surprising for Sister Neve to possess the power of "breeding"; perhaps it was given to her by the Father. The divinity required for a single Divine Decree wasn’t much for a saint-level individual, and if there was a surplus of divinity, giving the power to Sister Neve as an offspring was actually the most beneficial option.
Only Qiqimora’s expression changed drastically; she had infiltrated the church’s stronghold multiple times to gather intelligence. She had only seen the Father use Divine Decrees to create new nuns within the church. Comparing the two, Sister Neve’s use of the Divine Decrees was obviously much stronger than the Father’s.
And... upon further thought, if Sister Neve herself possessed the power of "breeding," why would the Father, the esteemed leader of the church, need to personally take on the task of breeding soldiers?
"Kill them," Sister Neve said with an indifferent tone.
"Understood, Mother," the other nuns responded in a mechanical voice.
