Chapter 80
Silver-Haired Demon (First Subscription Request)
The first eliminated female apprentice staggered and lunged toward the edge of the teleportation array.
Sarah the Witch’s expression was dark as iron.
If the elimination of the first candidate had still been within her expectations, then Uli’s defeat was sothing she could hardly accept.
This apprentice, ranked among the top twenty in the Witch’s Cottage, should not have been defeated so wretchedly.
Amid searing pain, Uli’s consciousness gradually coalesced. His forehead felt as though it had been split open by a hamr, and every breath carried the taste of blood.
He struggled to lift his eyelids. In his blurred vision erged his sister’s terrified face, along with Sarah’s cold scrutiny.
“I... am I still alive?” he rasped. His throat felt stuffed with a handful of red-hot coals.
“You were teleported out.” His sister’s voice was thick with sobs. “Brother, you almost died!”
mory surged back like a tide the figure of the silver-haired girl standing among the trees, the shards of the fractured crystal shield reflecting a cold gleam, and those sapphire eyes that pierced through all lies.
Every falsehood and disguise seed laughable beneath that gaze.
Sarah spoke. “Tell what happened in there.”
Uli shuddered violently, his fingers unconsciously digging into the soil.
“She... she’s not an apprentice at all!”
His voice twisted, like a trapped beast strangled by an invisible hand. “I turned into a black panther and fled into the forest, but she could instantly cast advanced Zero-Ring Witchcraft. She raised her hand and severed my escape route! Those fangs... those fangs would chase people and bite them!”
“She is a demon, yes... a silver-haired demon!”
His pupils contracted violently, as if he were once more witnessing the mont when the fangs pierced his companion’s throat and the stench of blood splattered across his face.
The first eliminated female apprentice stared wide-eyed.
“I was eliminated by her too!”
Sarah raised her hand to stop the commotion. Her gaze shifted to the silent Fernando beside her. “It seems the Tower of the Four Sages has produced another monster this year.”
Twelve years ago, in that Tri-Tower Tournant, Lilith had nearly swept through Eternal Silence Blackthorn and the Witch’s Cottage all on her own.
She had beco Tower Master Derrick’s greatest pride, the most promising peak apprentice in twenty years to advance to a formal witch.
Fernando’s lips curved slightly.
Silver-haired demon? Interesting.
It seed this disciple of his would bring him many surprises.
Deep within the dense forest
By the campfire
Seven apprentices from the Witch’s Cottage sat huddled around the flickering flas.
Everyone’s face carried unease, and from ti to ti, they looked toward their captain.
Cliff was ranked second in the Witch’s Cottage lineup for this Tri-Tower Tournant, a true powerhouse.
After a while, an eagle owl glided over the treetops and landed at the edge of the group.
With a flurry of gray feathers, the eagle owl transford into a short apprentice.
“Lord Cliff, another squad has been wiped out,” the short apprentice said in a trembling voice. “Soone really is clearing out the teams on the periphery, and their path is heading straight for us.”
Cliff’s face darkened.
Before the Tri-Tower Tournant began, the Witch’s Cottage and Eternal Silence Blackthorn had already struck an agreent.
One faction would teleport into the center, the other to the outer edge. Then, as the area shrank, they would close in together and pincer the Tower of the Four Sages’ teams, eliminating them first before deciding what to do next.
Yet unexpectedly, their two-pronged attack had turned into a flower blooming in the middle, and now they could no longer contact those bastards from Eternal Silence Blackthorn.
The intelligence showed that at least three squads from the Tower of the Four Sages were sweeping hostile witches on the periter.
And the leading figure was rumored to be a silver-haired witch who could see straight into people’s hearts.
“Captain, what should we do now?”
Just as Cliff was about to reply, his gaze twitched suddenly.
He reached out, plucked a strand of hair, and transford it into a half-ter-long spear that shot toward a Ghostface Tree.
Accompanied by a heart-wrenching wail, a translucent phantom tumbled to the ground. It twitched twice before dissolving into a puff of gray smoke.
“Phantom Sentry...” Cliff snapped his head around to look at the short apprentice. “Soone tracked you here!”
Cliff’s warning made every team mber tense their nerves instantly.
All seven apprentices from the Witch’s Cottage almost simultaneously activated their defensive witchcraft fur shields, bone armor, and hardened skin glimred with an eerie luster among the trees.
“Prepare to engage!”
Cliff let out a low growl. His arms suddenly swelled and twisted, transforming into two enormous bone scythes covered in barbs.
His pupils split into six compound eyes, and his vision expanded to cover a seamless 360-degree range.
Yet the expected assault did not arrive.
Only the rustling of the Ghostface Tree’s leaves under the wind, and from afar, the faint sounds of so large creature crushing through the underbrush.
It didn’t sound like humans approaching more like a beast.
“It’s not an atta ” The short apprentice had just started to relax when the ground suddenly trembled violently!
“Underground!”
Before Cliff could finish speaking, three vine-like tendrils, each as thick as a barrel, burst from the soil and coiled toward the group like giant pythons.
The apprentice on the outermost edge didn’t have ti to dodge and was imdiately seized by the vines, hoisted upside down it was Talia’s Symbiotic Vine Bind.
“It’s a control witch from the Tower of the Four Sages!” Cliff swung his scythe, severing the vine as he shouted in a fierce voice, “Maintain formation! Defensive transformation spells in front, attack spells in the rear, get ready ”
His tactical command broke off abruptly.
Because a silver-white figure was walking through the air atop the “bridge” woven by the vines.
The Fractured Crystal Reverse Scale Shield reflected the dappled forest light, making that signature silver hair gleam like flowing rcury.
“Silver-haired demon...”
The short apprentice’s legs nearly gave out, almost dropping him to his knees.
He had seen, from a distance, other squads wiped out by this so-called ‘silver-haired demon,’ and if they were a mont too slow in activating their Withdrawal Badges, those multicolored fangs would turn them into bloody pulp.
That scene, even if not quite hell, was little different from it.
Lucy stood at the very tip of the vine, which carried her to the Witch’s Cottage squad’s front before halting.
In her hand, she held a two-handed staff as tall as a person.
She had taken it from a Tier-2 Witch’s Cottage apprentice.
Sealed within it was an offensive witchcraft with a magical power of 30 degrees Armored Shield Impact and a passive effect granting 3 degrees of universal magical energy.
“Surrender, or be eliminated.” Lucy’s voice was frighteningly calm. “You have ten seconds to decide.”
When she first began clearing the outer periter, Lucy had indeed felt a sense of caution.
But after a few encounters, she discovered that even the so-called Tier-2 apprentice witchcrafts were like parchnt pierced through effortlessly by the system-simulated Advanced Venomous Fangs.
This had greatly boosted her confidence in taking the championship.
The scene fell silent for a mont.
Suddenly, Cliff burst into wild laughter. Sparks flew as the bone scythes scraped against each other. “Just you alone? We—”
“Five seconds.”
Lucy interrupted him. At the tip of her staff, the ghostly glow of Venomous Fangs flickered to life.
That single motion beca the fuse.
“Kill her!” All six of Cliff’s compound eyes flushed red. His body swelled to a height of four ters.
His spine pierced through his skin and extended into a scorpion tail. He had transford into a monstrous creature, half human and half scorpion this was the tamorphosis School’s hidden trump card Tier-1 Witchcraft, Abyss Scorpion Transformation.
Empowered by this spell, his entire body would beco a weapon, and both the scorpion tail and scythe blades were laced with venom.
He was confident he could slice off the silver-haired demon’s absurdly beautiful head in a single blow and keep it as a trophy.
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