Chapter 307 Pain Of The Witches



What Father Black had just said made the bells of common sense ring vigorously in Scarface's head.

It was true.

Going back was going to be like handing oneself over to the chopping board.

Besides, Scarface could tell that some strange things were definitely happening in this place.

For one, there were other Witches in the domain, and Ciri had not appeared to do a thing about it.

Witches were known not to cross into another person's territory.

This rule was even more defining when it came to the rank of witch.

Just a junior witch was this scary. An Elder Witch was a hundred times worse.

These Witches Lenny had just fought could only have a basic contract with the Nether.

It is rumored that a Senior Witch could do much more.

A Senior witch could sign contracts with a hundred beasts, and of course, an elder Witch could sign contracts with a thousand Nether beasts.

The disparity in strength was not just in contracts and abilities but also in the capability to handle so much and not go insane.

There was also a vast amount of Negative magic.

As is known, it was one person's negative magic that sustained the entire place.

The second thing was the fact that Nicky was no longer healing.

Just to be sure, Scarface took a broken glass from the ground and used it lightly on his skin.

He frowned. It was just as he feared.

He was not healing.

Lenny stood to his feet as he went for the car.

The men looked at one another and, coming to a decision, Scarface carried Nicky, and both of them followed him.

The car had been damaged, but not so much that it couldn't be used.

They got in and continued their journey.

Meanwhile, back in the town, there was chaos everywhere.

The witches of a Coven were all connected.

This was no different with the Ouroboros Coven.

The name Sister' was not just a tag but a definition of their bond with one another.

This bond was so deep that one could feel the joy of another, and this was likewise true of their pain.

Lenny had successfully killed Two witches.

Baddieness and Loren were dead.

When it had happened, Minnie had been back at the cave Lenny had formally created to rest.

She had stayed there as a center point with Athena hostage while her sisters went 'Lenny Hunting'.

However, in only a few hours, a sudden, intense pain struck her chest.

She couldn't help but check the insignia of the coven on her chest, which binds them together.

The Intense pain Baddieness had felt at the time of her death was transmitted effectively.

When that claw stabbed into Baddieness, it might as well have gone through all the other Witches.

The Intense pain it brought was then followed by the white flame that burned her to ashes.

As if that was not enough, Loren was also blown to bits.

Minnie coughed up a mouthful of blood.

An action that certainly took Athena by surprise.

I think you should take a look at

Minnie frowned as she stood to her feet.

"Lenny FUCKING Tales!"

She immediately grabbed Athena by her hair and teleported out of the cave.

It was not just her.

The other Witches had felt the hurt, and they all rushed for Father Black's Town.

The moment they got there, the Massacre began.

These Witches were angry and pained.

They needed to vent, and these people, men and women, were going to pay for the sin of having a Witch die in their territory.

Athena had stayed silent and watched as fire blasted towards the sky on all fronts and people were ripped apart and preyed upon.

It was like a pack of Starving wolves had been released into a herd of harmless sheep.

Blood decorated the ground, and anarchy was the order of the day.

These people were ghouls, turned long ago against their will.

However, that did not mean that they were pushovers.

It was just that, against the strength and capability of a Witch, they were as insignificant as a stubborn cockroach challenging a hungry rat.

Many brought out their guns, and all kinds of weapons.

However, bullets had no effect on these beings of unbridled evil.

Washboard had even instructed that they use an RPG.

But it was of no use.

It did next to no damage.

Heads were ripped apart right from the ear.

These Witches did not use fancy abilities for their massacre.

That would not satisfy the heaviness in their hearts one bit.

The only known method was to kill with one's own hands.

Just like her sisters, Minnie joined the fray.

One unlucky man aimed his gun at her. She leaped upon his head; her mouth opened like a can of sardines, rolling in on itself as it revealed her yellow-brown teeth.

Her fingers sank into his head as she pushed it to the side, instantly revealing the lushness of his neck.

Like a Glutton trying to prove himself in a hamburger contest, she CHOMPED down on his neck, ripping not just ⅔ of the neck out but also his shoulder and half of his left lung.

Blood Jetted into the air from the wound like a mini fountain.

An unfortunate occurrence as the Arteries and veins were still doing their jobs of sending blood throughout the body.

The unfortunate man was as dead as could be, but she was not satisfied.

She dug her claws into his chest and ripped out his heart.

Then she leaped for her next victim.

Athena had not been so far away.

She looked at the unfortunate man, whose eyes remained as open as his chest, emptied of life.

Athena could not help but be nervous.

After all, the destruction and slaughter happened all around her except to her.

In a few more minutes, the town had been emptied of all life.

Minnie teleported in front of Athena, totally covered in blood.

"Do you know why you are still alive?" Minnie asked...