Chapter 105: "Witch"

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"Damage Transfer," as one of the core abilities of magicians, can "drag" wounds from one part of the body to another position through contact. Whether penetrating wounds or large-area lacerations, as long as the destination area is sufficient, the transfer can be completed perfectly.

Moreover, this ability can be used on others, though wounds cannot be transferred from one person's body to another's.

Pressing the "Magic Pocket Watch" hidden on her left wrist, Angel used flame jumping to escape the Pleasure Witch and reached Klein and Dunn's side. She immediately knelt down and applied this ability to Klein.

Fortunately, though he had been pierced through the heart by a dagger with blood flowing like a fountain, he was still alive. As long as there was life, there was hope...

Not caring about the gushing fresh blood splashing across her arms, Angel pressed against Klein's chest wound—about three fingers' width and made by a sharp weapon—and activated "Damage Transfer," directly relocating the wound to his left shoulder.

The bleeding wound followed Angel's finger, moving along his body toward the shoulder. Blood continued flowing throughout the transfer, soaking Klein's white shirt until the wound was repositioned on the outer side of his left shoulder, transforming from an injury penetrating vital organs into an ordinary external wound that was still bleeding but no longer fatal.

Klein's eyes, which had become unfocused due to his heart's inability to function and continuously dropping blood pressure, almost immediately regained clarity. Though his complexion remained pale from massive blood loss and he could barely speak when moving his lips, he had obviously escaped life-threatening danger.

Looking at Klein, who gritted his teeth while enduring the shoulder pain, Angel gave him a gentle, comforting glance, helped guide his right hand to properly press his left shoulder, then stood up again to face the Witch.

Dunn beside her also breathed a sigh of relief. He retreated two steps, yielding the battlefield to Angel, then turned back to confront the Pleasure Witch who had bypassed the "Phantom Phosphorus Burst" area and approached again. The latter licked her lips, cold eyes sweeping over the Nighthawks as her fair arms caressed around her body, once again concealing her form and disappearing into the night.

The Witch took advantage of these few seconds while the Nighthawks quickly changed formation, resummoning several black flames to surround herself. With one hand holding the strange bone idol and the other gripping an ice spear, she appeared fully armed and ready to continue fighting.

Her hood had been removed during the previous battle, black hair simply tied with cloth strips and draped behind her. The gentle, sweet features on her round face were now twisted, slender eyes glaring angrily at Angel.

"It's you..."

The witch's tone carried surprise and a trace of anger.

She seems to recognize me?

Hearing the opponent's emotion-filled words, Angel was momentarily stunned, but confusion was quickly replaced by fury.

Her left hand was stained with Klein's fresh blood, still warm at this moment.

Klein lay gasping at her feet, enduring blood loss and pain.

If I didn't have "Damage Transfer," he would already be...

No matter who you are, die here today!

Her left hand dropped to her waist, violently drawing the dagger. Angel's "Bloodthirst" in her right hand let out a roar, carrying the spirituality she poured into it and her complete anger as it fired a black flame bullet toward her opponent.

"Clang—"

The witch swung her ice spear to meet it, barely blocking the incoming bullet. Flames and frost scattered, blooming like flowers in the dark night.

She smiled coldly, fingers dancing as the black flames floating beside her flew toward Angel in formation.

Angel didn't retreat but advanced, swinging her dagger to meet the black flames. When about to be struck by the first flame, her body again emitted bright yellow firelight, making the black flame pass through her flame-wreathed figure like striking an invisible phantom.

At the final flame—the one closest to the witch—firelight of the same color flashed. Angel's body leaped out, carrying forward momentum as she pounced toward her opponent, the extended dagger whistling as it stabbed straight toward the witch's neck.

"Boom—"

The witch's right hand clenched tightly. Between the two combatants erupted a bomb-like tremendous sound as a black flame much larger than usual appeared from nowhere and exploded. Flames capable of devouring spirit body and flesh instantly climbed onto Angel's exposed arms and face.

The Witch smiled coldly, retreating step by step while watching her "masterpiece"—watching her opponent's tall body burning and twisting in the flames...

...Then shrinking, folding, becoming a thin paper figure that drifted toward the air with black flames before burning into a wisp of ash.

"What..."

The witch's slender eyes narrowed. Before she could react, from the darkness beside her, a dagger swift as lightning crossed several meters in the blink of an eye and stabbed directly into her heart.

Charging strike!

Activating the assassin's ability and driving the dagger into her opponent's body, Angel heard the expected sound of shattering glass.

She showed no hesitation, not even waiting for the witch's figure in front to turn into fragments. She bit her back teeth, opened spirit vision, and looked around.

To her right side, not far away and distant from the battlefield behind her where Dunn, Leonard, and the Pleasure Witch fought, a white outline appeared from nowhere. Beside "it" was a slightly smaller but directly painful spiritual radiance that hurt Angel's eyes.

It's that strange idol...

Angel quickly exited spirit vision, avoiding pollution from the evil god's idol. She raised her right hand's "Bloodthirst," released spirituality, and without careful aim pulled the trigger.

This was a "Phantom Phosphorus Burst" she had prepared for mirror substitutes.

The bullet, enhanced by black flames, struck the ground. Phantom phosphorus powder instantly enveloped the witch who had escaped from Angel's side through substitutes. Purple-black flames covered her entire body, igniting her uncovered palms and hair tips—exactly what she had done to Angel earlier.

Seemingly having no more mirrors for substitutes, this time the witch did not fragment and escape through substitution. Instead, she waved her arms as black flames emerged from various parts of her body, merging and consuming each other with "Bloodthirst's" purple-black flames. She let out soft whimpers, like a torch in the dark night, dragging flames across her entire body as she rushed from the "Phantom Phosphorus Burst" coverage area.

"Ice... frost!"

The witch endured pain throughout her body, withdrawing a thin silver item and reciting incantations in Hermes language. The space around her instantly shifted from late summer to deep winter. Cold air gushed from her hands like an invisible giant sweeping across, extinguishing the flames on her body.

The disheveled witch, her black hair burned short by a section, finally breathed a sigh of relief and stopped.

"Crack—"

Like the crackling sound of wet wood burning, a sharp report came from behind her.

Angel once again walked out from flames, her back to the burning phantom phosphorus powder. Her backlit face couldn't be seen clearly. Her left hand, stained red with blood from elbow down, held the dagger in reverse grip. Her right hand gripped the pitch-black "Bloodthirst," its muzzle like an abyss aimed at the witch's just-turned head.

"Try dodging again."

She said softly and pulled the trigger.