Chapter 627: Chapter 292: Major Family Events III: Night of the Witch (Part 7)_4
After reading these stories, he rely regarded the witches as amusing tales that had been circulating for centuries and shifted to review other superhuman records.
Yet Ke Yinzhi never anticipated eting this coven of witches so soon.
He lifted his gaze to the Crown Dream Witch, who donned a round hat and had curly blue hair, passionately singing a lullaby in Old English.
“It seems… the ergence of Dream Fragnts is inevitable. To eliminate the ‘food’ of nightmares, one must either kill all normal humans lost in sleep or interrupt the Crown Dream Witch’s singing to awaken them.”
“No, the latter is unlikely to be effective. Even if the Crown Dream Witch is interrupted, those ordinary people might not awaken.”
“I must kill the nightmare while it’s still manageable, before it becos too strong. Although Xizi Yue and the others haven’t returned, and it’s unrealistic for to single-handedly defeat the three witches on stage, if I can reach the stage on the Witch’s Night, I am confident I can kill the Crown Dream Witch’s nightmare and escape unscathed…”
The Black Judge thought so, stepping on a staircase ford of dark matter, rushing upward through the air.
His coat-tails fluttered as if windswept, and he ignored the three approaching giant Dolls. He was absolutely confident that with their sluggish and clumsy movents, it was nearly impossible for them to block him mid-air.
And indeed, it happened just as the Black Judge expected.
Like an arrow ford of dark light, he effortlessly penetrated through the three giant Dolls, shooting over their heads.
At that mont in mid-air, the Black Judge ford another dark light screen beneath his feet, adjusting its direction and trying to catapult himself directly 200 ters upwards to the space above Witch’s Night.
“Squeal…”
However, at that instant, the “thread of fate” hanging under the suspended stage moved, emitting a strange noise.
The next mont, the thread of fate at Witch’s Night “lifted,” causing the Black Judge to glance behind as the three giant Faceless Dolls suddenly turned back, ascended, and whipped up ferocious wind pressures like a hurriedly passing tornado, billowing the trail of his coat.
Hearing the commotion behind him, the Black Judge sharply turned, his pupils reflecting a bizarre scene—the three fifty-ter-tall Faceless Giants tugged by the thread of fate.
They seed to transform into marionettes from a drama, defying physics as they, like three massive stakes, uniformly charged at the Black Judge!
However, the Black Judge was quick and dexterous, swiftly spreading the dark screen beneath him and plumting downwards as his coat tails flew high.
In an instant, he barely brushed past the feet of those Dolls, avoiding being crushed into a pulp.
It felt like a train had whooshed over his head; the Black Judge gasped for air, plumting head-down towards the city, while lifting his gaze to observe the scenery above.
At that mont, the three Dolls hung in mid-air in an impossible position, before connecting hand-in-hand, forming a bizarre ring.
The Faceless Puppets securely enclosed him, chanting strange chants high and loud.
Deafening chants descended from the sky, trembling the Black Judge’s eardrums, shattering all the glass within a hundred ters radius under the imnse atmospheric pressure.
The next instant, magic power patterns on the three Dolls suddenly blazed with a dazzling dark red glow.
Then, without giving the Black Judge ti to react, a massive blood-red net of light expanded from the Dolls’ heads, enveloping an area of a hundred ters in radius, trapping him inside.
The Black Judge slowed his descent using the dark matter, then flipped over, gently landing on the top of a traffic light, slightly turning his head to look around.
“So, they really don’t want to leave…”
Gazing at the blood-red barrier enveloping a hundred-ter radius, the Black Judge murmured softly, his gaze gradually turning icy.
He tugged up his black leather gloves and looked up at the three grey-white Dolls trapped within the barrier with him. As the “thread of fate” above slowly descended, their bodies also plumted to the ground.
The imnse air wave that lifted swallowed all sounds of the world, rushing towards the Black Judge like a flood.
Yet, in that mont, a distinct “gear shing” sound suddenly ca from the rear.
Hearing this familiar sound, the Black Judge paused briefly, then turned his head upward from above the traffic light.
Accompanied by a flood of steam, a gigantic chanical Castle clung to the side of a skyscraper, crawling sideways with unstoppable montum; its four spider-like chanical limbs rumbling as they advanced, the curtain walls beneath crumbling layer by layer.
Shards flew like a tide, it surged forward riding the wind and waves.
Following, the chanical Castle thudded down, blocking directly in front of the Black Judge.
In the upper section of the chanical Castle was a door, in front of which stood a stunning figure on the small platform. She wore a purple French-style magic gown, a white headband atop her head, with dark purple shoulder-length hair fluttering in the wind.
Magic girl Yuffie slowly raised her face, looking straight at the three Faceless Dolls ahead. Her face was expressionless, but her dark purple eyes were filled with anger.
“Dare to lay hands on my Mr. Judge, you witches… deserve death.”
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