I Became a Witch in a World Full of Urban Legends

Chapter 237: The Beasts

The Witch felt that she was in luck.

When ‘Jiangli’ and Zhang Dexian were fighting against those terrifying monsters, she was able to catch these two little cretins who were up to no good in this dark, dingy corner of the slaughterhouse.

And this ritual that they were doing is definitely not a prayer for good weather, nor is it a prayer for luck.

Judging from the scattered fragments of memories regarding rituals that she obtained from the Serpent’s knowledge, she could more-or-less guess that this was an evil ritual.

If she stopped them now, it’s equivalent to dealing with 0.5 Mr. Rabbits!

If I can’t defeat the overpowered boss, I might as well kill the two lackeys who are responsible for summoning the boss!

 

“I got a knife too!” she let out a battle cry, and using the thick smoke as cover, she leapt through the window as she slashed at the plasma-embryo that was suspended in the middle of the room.

The black threads extending from the plasma were just about to fully envelop Levi and the other man, entering the final stage of the ritual.

However, with the Witch interfering, the plasma squirmed, and burst like a punctured balloon. Countless red threads, as if frightened, retreated into the shadows immediately.

With the ritual interrupted, the two bodies were torn apart instantly into a mist of blood.

Just as she was about to cast a spell strong enough to cremate a dragon, a sound could be heard.

Wah!

Like a baby crying.

The cries penetrated through her ears as it became louder and louder; it morphed into the gradual buzzing of flies that whispered desires of hunger in her ear.

She felt dizzy as an invisible hand seemed to strangle her, and she felt that she couldn’t breathe.

However, she was well-versed in the tricks of the mind. She quickly got rid of the unknown influence, and gathering herself, she couldn’t help but be stunned at the image that was beginning to form in front of her.

It seemed that the pile of gore had reversed itself – Levi, who had just been turned into a puddle of blood, got up again, piece by piece, muscle by muscle.

However, this was not Levi. It seemed that the plasma had just taken away his innards, and this was but a false image of an incomplete Levi.

The threads tried to pull his limbs back into a position the way a human would, penetrating through his body in an attempt to feed more.

The Witch was stunned, and she immediately sliced Levi up with her kitchen knife.

However, like piranhas, the moment his blood dripped to the floor, the black threads immediately stitched his broken body back together again.

She immediately continued to slice, but it seemed that, the more she sliced, the more they were fervent in their attempts to repair him. However, with each attempt, Levi grew farther and farther apart from Levi – his eyes bulged, his body formed together like a strange animal, and his pupils eerily large.

His back had two huge tumors protruding out, and squirmed as if something was trying to break out.

She felt her head numb slightly, and continued to slash at the mass of Levi. The more she slashed, the weirder Levi became.

His eyes, his nose, his ears, even his internal organs, seemed to be covered in mucus, wrapped over claws, tentacles, creatures that she couldn’t name; a strange amalgamation of nature infecting his body.

Levi was no longer Levi at this point – a stew of nature’s greatest horrors, and Yibei swore that she was about to vomit.

Why is he so tanky? What should I do?

 

If physical attacks don’t work, I’ll try magic! If that doesn’t work, I’ll use my items!

 

Resisting the urge to vomit, she stepped back and recited a spell.

“Desolate wilderness, fan the flashing red flames forth!”

A fireball formed in the palm of her hand, and she shot it forward. At the same time, she quickly took out two glass bottles and tossed them alongside the fireball.

The glass bottle shattered under the high temperatures, and it was like a cigarette that fell onto a puddle of gas at the gas station; like kilograms of potassium falling into a pond; like lightning hitting a tree…

Boom!

She never once thought that her Disaster Liquid was flammable and explosive. Thinking of these nuclear bombs that she had been carrying around like a vial of Coke, she couldn’t help but curse.

“Fuck!”

In the next moment, her vision was filled with a purple-red fire, followed by a violent impact. Her body was shot into the air, and by gravity’s virtue, she bounced off a courtyard wall, and landed straight into the ground, forming a Witch-shaped hole.

Can’t kill me that easily!

 

…

At the open space by the office, the clash of metal was endless, as with the silver arcs of light that shot into the sky.

Jiangli fought with the King; strangely enough, she could feel that its power was weakening little by little, as if something had happened.

Meanwhile, Zhang Dexian also felt that his opponent was weakening.

They wondered what had happened when they heard a loud explosion coming from the corner of the property.

A purple-red mushroom cloud as tall as the buildings flew out the tin roof of a shabby hut, and looking closer, they could see a figure flying out the roof, slamming straight into a wall, before falling back onto the grass.

…?

Isn’t that the power distribution room? What’s going on there? We’re fighting for our lives here, and you’re messing with the power?

 

Whose side are you really on?!

 

…

 

Meanwhile, the towering wall of bones formed an arena, sealing off Shu’e and the cat girl.

The cat girl dodged spears of bone that erupted from the wall, and found chances to leap onto Shu’e. However, he expended most of his strength to defend himself, intending to buy as much time as possible.

And her attacks began to grow more desperate.

Sensing her anxiety, he sneered and taunted, “You seem worried. Not confident in your little friend in the slaughterhouse?”

“Can’t blame you,” he snickered. “However, I have no intention of fighting you… I just want to buy-”

Boom!

As he talked, a loud explosion could be heard, and a purple-red light penetrated through the gaps of his wall of bones.

The faint undulations of psychic energy weakened and stopped, and horror painted his face.

Did she… how did she interrupt the ritual?!

 

In his daze, the cat girl wrapped her legs in a dark mist and kicked him in the side, shattering his armor of bones as he was smashed straight into the wall.

“I trust her! If our boss trusts her, then so do I!” she mewed, pouncing towards him.

Even if she is extremely annoying!

 

…

Meanwhile, the lanky man sat on Miss Rabbit’s slender waist, holding her wrists firmly with both hands. He dodged his head left and right, dodging her tongue that was like a rose with razor-sharp thorns.

“Woah there,” his seductive voice echoed and resonated deep within her brain. “Like ducks that swim in pairs, or pear blossoms that bloom in unison… wouldn’t their lips touch as they clasp their beaks and branches together? Closer, and closer, like you and me…”

His words radiated within her brain, and she immediately felt her lower-half feeling warm and weak as her breathing became erratic once more.

Feeling her mind weaken, it seemed that she was falling into his enthrallment.

“Oh, but are your melons sweet?” his voice radiated.

“Very, very sweet…”

As they spoke, Miss Rabbit felt something pressing against her lower abdomen, and she snapped back into reality as she yelled, “Wait! I’m… a man! I’m actually a man! I’m not a woman!”

“Ah. You know what they say – a girl without her [BLEEP] is like an angel without her wings…”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

I hate perverts! If I could defeat him, I will eat him alive and study how he even obtained his runes in the first place!

 

As she was growling in thought, a loud explosion could be heard, and the lanky man was stunned as his words of enthrallment stopped abruptly.

She felt her strength flooding back to her, and she immediately wrapped her legs around his torso in a deadlock.

“Oh?”

His expression changed, however, as the grip on her legs became tighter and tighter. With effort, she spun her legs, and he twisted rapidly on the spot as he drilled downwards into the Earth like a twister.

A few moments later, he climbed out of the little hole he had just made, and as soon as he poked his head out, he saw a glimmering crowbar whizzing towards him.

“You… die, you fucking pervert!”

She swung her crowbar down repeatedly, and each blow hit his mouth accurately.

If he stops talking, he stops becoming dangerous!

 

…

It took a while for the Witch to recover from the explosion. Before she got up, she felt as if she was hallucinating, with her eyes becoming darker and darker.

An ominous psychic wave rose up, and it still felt like she was waking up from a deep slumber.

Staring up ahead, the long-forgotten pain in her eyes returned, but intermittently, as if there was bad connection in regards to her ability to detect danger, and her body temperature rose and fell rapidly.

In time with the rising heat, strange images flickered before her eyes.

Beyond the thick smoke, a distant pair of eyes opened from a distant plane.

And countless shadows emerged behind the approaching human silhouette, like projections from another dimension rushing to peer into the world.

Light like flies emerged from the shadows, weaving a terrifying nightmare with each buzz.

Something is about to pierce my chest-

 

A sudden premonition rose up in her mind as her eyes became boiling hot. She quickly rolled to the left, and an insect-like limb broke through the smoke, stabbing at her original location as a stream of mucus spat out of it.

This mucus seemed to have the strange ability of forming teratomas – wherever it landed, clumps of flesh and blood grew out the soil like twisted plants, growing into maws with sharp teeth that bit at the air.

A drop of mucus fell by the grass near her feet, and immediately, there was sharp pain as the maws bit at her legs. Cold air seemed to rush from her body to fix her wound.

In the next moment, an angry aura exploded with bloody ripples, and a figure tore through the smoke and flew towards her.

A tyrannical wave of psychic energy hit her face, and she became pale.

Oh, this is as strong as 0.8276 Serpents.

Although the ritual was incomplete, interrupting the birth of Gluttony, Levi was still tied to the ritual, becoming part of Gluttony himself.

A disturbing hum sounded, like flies that swarmed around a corpse.

Amidst the buzz, her eyes darkened as it heated up.

The magical premonition flashed in her mind again, and she dodged to the left from an incoming limb.

Sure enough, it was the ability of seeing into the future, predicting her enemy’s attack!

Are these all thanks to the runes?

She felt a burst of ecstasy in her heart, and she turned to look at Levi, who had fully emerged from the smoke.

His upper body was covered with a black carapace, and the gaps in the carapace revealed thick fur, like the fur on pigs. His eyes bulged like a fly, and his pupils clustered together.

The huge bulge on his back burst open, revealing a pair of translucent wings that dripped deadly mucus.

His lower body was maggot-like, with pig trotters growing on his abdomen that squirmed forward.

Facing his new form, she felt like she was cheated – she planned on bullying the weak, but this reveal was like a high-levelled player in an RPG disguising themselves as a low-levelled NPC in a village.

Uh oh, should I run?

 

She planned on leaving the slaughterhouse grounds to report to the Night Division. If she fails the review because of it, then so be it. Living was more important.

However, noticing Levi’s speed, she was stunned for a moment.

He’s… very slow! I’m not running anymore – not that I planned to! How could I run when everyone else is fighting?

 

Although Levi was as fast as an Olympian sprinter, compared to a Witch who possessed the (imitation) Divine Horse Armor, he is sluggish.

Levi squirmed and pounced, and she dodged sideways, discovering the reason behind his speed.

The back half of his maggot-like body was dotted with a mass of muddied blood, and black threads dripped onto the ground to devour anything in order to repair the host’s body.

However, something is destroying this process. As new flesh grows, it bursts open in a corrosive pus.

Paying attention to this, she dodged another attack, holding back her nausea to study the mud.

She was surprised to see that the flesh was unable to form because of the remnants of a purple-black liquid that stained onto the flesh, like mold.

That’s… my Disaster Liquid. It’s preventing him from healing!

 

She felt her tense nerves relax slightly. He can’t heal! This is an easy fight!

 

Despite his powerful psychic fluctuations that seemed to overpower everybody in the slaughterhouse, to the point of wanting to call upon the strange, female entity in her head, after finding out that his transformation is incomplete, the smile on her face became abnormal.

For the longest time, she was forced to fight against existences that were much more powerful than she was equipped to handle.

Now, it was her turn to have fun.

She dug out a few bottles of Disaster left in her pocket, grabbed a handful in each hand, and used her armor to quickly circle behind him.

Aiming at the wiggling, black threads, she threw out the glass bottles in her hand.

To kill a tanky boss, you have to interrupt its healing spells!

 

As the bottles broke, it began to corrode the threads, and like roots absorbing herbicides, it withered and shriveled.

Roar!

Feeling a large amount of poison entering its body, Levi let out an inhuman roar and pounced towards her. However, he fell to the ground.

“You’re scary when you’re angry, but you can’t kill me. You do know that, right?”

As she taunted, she reached into her pocket and took out her copper coin.

After confirming that she did have the ability of premonition, a bold idea formed in her mind.

Will my next spell be amplified by over 0.1?

 

Flicking the copper coin, she caught the coin and moved away from the pouncing Levi.

Far away, she stopped, and facing him, she recited a spell close to her heart.

“Golden palace, jade houses, iron walls… dragon tails, with the wings of a phoenix…”

She didn’t need to look at the copper coin. In her premonition, the result was tails, indicating a negative prediction.

If the mental consumption of a forbidden spell is reduced to about 1/10^th of the amount, she can completely bear it.

“…the four beasts of the sky, strike down like a cannon!”

And with an amplification of 0.0952471, she shot out her spell.

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