Witch trials

Palace of the Popes.

Qi Yifang gritted his teeth and stood up, a little on the same hand and foot because he was in a state of rigor mortis, and he got up by the shoulder of one of the guards next to him, not far from the maddened Pope.

The Pope stood at a distance and did not see the whole confrontation, it seemed to him that a thunderbolt had fallen, the two men on the ground had become one, and the "gentleman" who had taken his scepter had suddenly disappeared, so that the Pope, who did not want to accept the truth, began to shake Mu Ke's shoulders like a hysterical psychopath, asking him to give back his scepter, and to give him back his scepter. and demanded that he give back his scepter.

"Leave him to me Lord Pope." Qi Yifang braced himself against the guard's shoulder and advanced toward Mu Ke with a snap, his gaze obscure, "I have a way to make him give the key back."

Actually, no.

The key had been taken into Titan's dimensional shield by that Bai Liu bastard, and there was nothing he could do about it now.

Qi Yifang was still in a frozen state, unable to move quickly for ten minutes, and without knowing when the CD for Mu Ke's [Flash Strike] skill, which allowed him to flee, would end, the best thing to do would be to take Mu Ke out of the Pope's hands and kill him now.

He opened a big skill, drained another big skill from Titan, and ended up not only failing to get the key, but also putting their team in a passive position, so at least he'd have to replace one of the circus party members before he could do so.

And ......

Qi Yifang looked towards the black fog hovering over the place where Bai Liu had disappeared - this was the Dimensional Shield that had swallowed Bai Liu.

...... If the information that the King's Guild got is correct, that Bai Liu guy's whip and Spades' whip that can tear through space seem to be a match, if that's the case, if he laid his hands on Mu Ke in front of the shield, maybe Bai Liu would... ...

"If you're thinking that by killing me, Bai Liu might use his whip to rip through space and come out to save me, then I advise you that it's better to give up that idea." Mu Ke, who was being held at the throat by the guards and cardinals with swords and spears, had his hands chained, and he looked at Qi Yifang, suddenly narrowed his eyes and laughed crookedly, "Right now, my value is not worthy of Bai Liu coming out to save me."

Qi Yifang turned to Mu Ke, his tone lightly mocking, "You are quite self-aware."

"The most important thing for an assassin to know is to be self-aware." Mu Ke slowly raised his eyes, the smile on his face arcing wider, "You serve the Queen, I serve the King, we both have people we sacrifice and want to serve as well, so do you know what an assassin who is trapped by someone he can't attack will do?"

Qi Yifang's heart rose with an uneasy feeling, he swept Mu Ke around the cardinals from side to side, and carefully took two steps back, "Doing what?"

"He would risk his life to attack ...... in order to repay the Lord" Mu Ke lowered his eyes, his voice becoming lower as he slipped a short dagger from within his sleeve, holding it steady as it fell into his palm, and as he raised his eyes outward, he swept "--The only enemy in the entire field he could attack."

Mu Ke's dagger brushed past the pupils of Qi Yifang's eyes, slicing through a strand of Qi Yifang's hair and making a bloodstain under his eye, while at the same time a dozen bloodstained cuts were made on Mu Ke's face by the knives that stood in front of his face, but Mu Ke didn't care, and continued to keep striking out with a smile on his face.

"You're not the only one who wants to kill me." Mu Ke cocked his head and smiled, his glowing white blade going straight for Qi Yifang's chest, "I want to kill you too, Mr. Qi Yifang."

Qi Yifang, who was still in a state of rigidity, clenched his teeth, and blood slowly seeped out of the cut under his eye, dripping down his jaw.

The Pope's horrified voice beside him resounded throughout the Papal Palace.

"Catch this fleeing assassin!"

Outside the Papal Palace.

All Baola Eyes calm, she waited until she was informed by Leah before ordering, "Prepare to infiltrate the Pope's Palace."

"We can attack the priests, but be careful to avoid the cardinals, who are unaffected by our attacks, and the scepters in their hands can affect our witch power instead."

"If you encounter any situation that you cannot fight against, retreat in time and do not attack strongly; our purpose this time is to take by trickery rather than by force, and preserving the numbers is the thing of highest priority."

"Do you hear me?"

The witches responded in unison, "Yes!"

Quan Baola took a deep breath as she looked over to Liu Jiayi, who was following next to her : "I hope your teammates can work well with us."

"My teammates obey my command, they will fully cooperate with the witch's actions." Liu Jiayi gave an OK gesture, "Just leave the scheduling with them to me."

"Now that there's chaos inside the Pope's palace, it's perfect for an invasion, so let's get ready to go in."

"Then ......" All Baola looked towards the island suspended over the Pope's Palace, her complicated eyes eventually condensed into a determined look as she ordered in a deep voice, "Sky City Attack, begin!"

The witches instantly dispersed and dived into the Pope's palace from different entrances on all sides.

Meanwhile, inside the lowest prison in Sky City.

Heart lifted his eyes, he looked at the gap in front of him, his figure shifting and changing, eventually taking on the appearance of his own fourteen year old teenager, his slender wrists easily shrinking out from amongst the chains that encircled him, Heart maintaining his teenage appearance, he rubbed his turned wrists, his sidelong eyes looking again at the gap that blocked him from seeing the gap in front of his eyes, raising an eyebrow ever so slightly.

To get out of here, you need to close the slit with a jewel from a strange scepter in order to get out of here, or else gazing at that slit for too long will not only cause hallucinations, but a feeling that you'll be swallowed up.

However, he was the progenitor of playing with Compulsion and Spirit Value Reduction skills, and this level of Spirit Value Reduction didn't have much of an impact on him, and he was already used to it.

But Heart doesn't have that kind of strange gem in his hand right now, but combining that with the words of the bishop who sent him down, and combining it with the hints in the background commentary of this game - [The Witch's Heart is placed on a high tower to end the witch trials and allow the island to land] type of words - it's not really hard to guess what kind of thing is needed in order to close this The gap.

--That's the [Witch's Heart].

That gem-like thing should be a prop similar to the [Witch's Heart].

If it is this thing, combined with the identity setting of this [Son of the Witch] that he got, it is not difficult to guess that the prop of the [Heart of the Witch] is either in his possession or in the possession of his ...... other witch.

And based on the current team configurations and the camp assignments of both sides, the current direction of this game is more like a tower defense game, with both sides guarding their own [Witch's Heart] and fighting for the other side's [Witch's Heart], that's most likely because he, the [Witch's Son], and that Witch have Witch's Hearts on them.

If so ......

Heart There was little expression on his face as he took one step at a time towards the gap, his body slowly changing from fourteen and back to twenty-four, and eventually he stopped in front of it and closed his eyes.

It should be possible to close this gap with something called [Witch's Heart] in his body, right?

What are the implications?

[Witch's Heart] This thing, what exactly does it refer to?

What damage would it do to him ...... Never mind, this doesn't matter, Heart opened his eyes boredly, and the moment he was about to touch the slit, he stopped, and as if he remembered something he turned back to the great pool of writhing male eels above his head, and muttered to himself with a dazed look: "Almost forgot about this thing."

He remembered that underneath the City in the Sky, was the Pope's Palace, right?

That group of priest-bishops who kept him here should have a funny look on their faces if they saw this huge pool of male eels they had painstakingly collected and hidden on the island to keep him locked up fall off the Island in the Sky and onto their bodies, right?

The same bishop who had imprisoned Heart here had coldly told Heart, "The City in the Sky is an island without seams."

"So the rain you see off the island through this crack is all your own fantasy, it's all fake."

Heart at that time just laughed softly and asked a rhetorical question, "Is that so?"

And now Heart's smile thinned on his face as he held a playing card that slowly floated in front of him between two fingers, dropping his eyes as he spoke reminiscently, "But the island in the sky that I was on was full of seams where I could see out of the island."

"- That's an island with a thousand holes in it."

"I really hate it when the island I'm used to reverts back to something I'm not used to."

Because Heart, when he was in a bad mood, would take the island to vent his emotions, and on it he would fling playing cards around like darts, with playing cards stuck all over the island, and the ground was full of cracks rubbed out by all kinds of playing cards, and many of the stones were broken.

Heart flung out the playing cards as a matter of course, the edges of the cards cut through the sides of the pool of male eels, the glass clicked with a huge break and crack, as if sensing that they could get out of the pool, the eels surged agitatedly, and as they watched the eels about to pour out of the pool, Heart flung out a second, third, and fourth poker card unperturbed, the edges of the cards as sharp as a knife's blade sticking to the bottom of the road with a metallic clanging sound. The sharp edges of the cards, like the blades of a knife, rubbed against the bottom of the path, making a ping-ponging sound of metal on metal, and eventually meeting to form a circle-like shape.

The round shaped stone slowly sank into a hole, through which the wind from outside the island poured in, blowing away Heart's hair from his forehead, Heart's face emotionless as he looked at the hole.

All that could be seen beyond the cave entrance were misty floating clouds, and it was impossible to see what lay below.

But Heart knows what's down there.

He lazily flung another poker card, hitting the crack in the eel glass pool, which at the top of the prison had finally broken completely at that moment.

The eels gurgled and bubbled like water from a spring, wagged their tails, and poured down through the hole through the clouds toward the papal palace.