"Not enough, send in twenty more slaves!"

"Excellent, the Witch's Berserk Transformation is complete!"

"Prepare to execute..."

"..."

Suren understood. The Oliver family's method of enraging the "Weeping Witch" was to send in groups of slaves.

The Witch kills in dreams, which requires focus. Sending in more people at once overloads her, forcing her to passively enter the second stage of her berserk state, allowing her to kill even more people.

And coincidentally, Suren was supposed to be the "fertilizer" to accelerate the Witch's berserk transformation.

But now, he had regained consciousness.

He also knew very well that if these Oliver family guys killed the Witch, and the curse space was broken, how would they deal with the survivors?

Before, there was only Bloom, the second-tier professional leader of the "Dagger Squad," and Suren was confident whether he fought or fled.

But now, there were five second-tier professionals right in front of him, and two first-tier ones who were very tricky control-type warlocks. Under normal circumstances, if he was discovered and they surrounded him, Suren wouldn't even have the chance to escape.

Besides, there were definitely enemies outside the curse space in addition to these seven.

Suren seemed safe for the moment, but the situation was actually very critical.

But it wasn't all bad news.

The good news was that Suren was now in the mist outside the monastery, and those guys who were besieging the Witch hadn't noticed that he had regained consciousness.

And in the thick fog around him, he could still vaguely see some figures standing there blankly. These were all "fertilizer." Just in the moment he glanced over, a few more figures disappeared, presumably killed in the dream and then expelled by the curse space.

Seeing this, Suren instantly knew what he had to do.

......

The five-meter-tall silver-haired nun was already intimidating, but now that she had entered a berserk state, she exuded a terrifying blood aura that made people afraid to look directly at her.

Her silver hair danced in the wind, like sharp blades. Even a seemingly light sweep of her hair could easily cut through the monastery's original stone pillars.

Her hair could scatter into needles, piercing the hard floor with countless holes like raindrops;

Gathered into bundles, it could also strike targets like a weapon.

And because she had now entered a berserk state, the number and length of her silver hair became unlimited. In an instant, the entire monastery seemed to be woven into a cage by silver hair, trapping the seven people inside.

Seeing this, Suren narrowed his eyes slightly.

He knew that this was also the purpose of these people, to stimulate the Witch to enter the second stage in order to obtain these infinitely extending silver hairs.

But he knew that now was not the time to attack.

The monster wasn't injured, and the seven people in the field were obviously not completely restrained.

After all, they had come prepared, and even in the face of a Lord-level aberration, they were not at a disadvantage at all.

Toinby, the "Mechanical Tyrannosaurus" of the Steam Party, transformed into a humanoid tyrannosaurus, relying on his mechanical prosthetics armed to the teeth, entangled a large number of hairs all by himself;

Bloom, the leader of the War Blade Squad, wielded a two-handed sword infused with wind elements like a windmill, clashing against the "sharp spears" formed by bundles of silver hair, creating a clanging sound and sparks flying everywhere.

And Langfero, the "Blood Raven" of the Crow Gang, used his curse arts even more strangely. A dark green hexagram shone brightly under his feet. He held a feathered crow in his hand, bit off the crow's head, and made a chilling sound of bone cracking and chewing. And after this sound, the Witch trembled all over, as if her own bones were also being gnawed...

Even Suren, who was not far away, felt his scalp tingle when he heard this terrifying sound.

However, the most outrageous was Lloyd, the "Trickster," who was the main force in the siege.

It was the first time Suren had seen the battle of a true puppeteer.

.......

Seeing that the Witch had completely entered the second stage of her berserk transformation, Lloyd shouted, "Get ready! I'll hold her down, and you guys kill her according to plan!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he rapidly formed a set of warlock seals with his hands, his eyes like torches: "De-equip!"

As soon as the de-equip was activated, the puppeteer's body immediately underwent a strange change.

It felt like his whole person had suddenly lost his vitality, as if he was no longer a living person, but a puppet.

Even more bizarre, the exposed skin on his body cracked open. It was like a rag doll made of black yarn had its skin cut open, and the black threads inside were exposed to the air.

And as his last warlock seal fell, those "threads" in the puppet's body suddenly grew wildly, and black threads burst out like living things...

After Lloyd finished the seal and de-equipped, he formed another seal almost without stopping, chanting incantations.

He was actually using his famous secret technique – [Puppet Art · Puppet Theater].

A set of thirty-six profound warlock seals dazzled the eyes. As soon as he finished the warlock seals, a huge blue hexagram alchemical array suddenly lit up in the sky, covering the entire monastery. After the light lit up, a huge cross-shaped phantom frame slowly condensed into a physical object from the alchemical array.

And at the same time, seemingly echoing the black threads on his body, countless black threads fell from the huge cross in the sky, growing in the wind...

As these black lines fell, the puppets that Lloyd had previously arranged in various parts of the monastery also stood up with "clicks" and "clacks."

In an instant, it was as if the entire monastery had become a large puppet theater, with everything in the field connected by black lines.

A pair of black hands behind the scenes controlled everything.

Moreover, the purpose of the black lines was not only to control the puppets, but more importantly, "control"!

The black lines falling from the cross in the sky continued to invade, like a black tide gradually invading the silver world.

Although the number was not as large as the Witch's silver hair, their momentum was not weak at all.

Those puppets controlled by the black lines surged towards the Witch, and were instantly tightly controlled by the silver threads, wrapped into a ball.

But this was exactly what Lloyd wanted.

The two kinds of threads intertwined, and the black threads gradually became completely entangled with the silver hairs, like a ball of tangled hemp rope, becoming tighter and tighter.

More than a dozen puppets were like more than a dozen nails, firmly nailing the Witch to the spot, making it even more impossible for her to move.

Even if the silver hairs could elementalize to avoid the black lines, the Witch couldn't retreat at all, and could only get more and more entangled. Once she gave up defending, her body would immediately be entangled by these black lines.

The threads of both sides were entangled together like a group of snakes intertwined and mating, making people's scalps tingle.

Lloyd's purpose of control was gradually achieved.

.......

"These black lines are actually 'Thysanoptera Ferreus'?"

Suren appraised the black lines and found that these threads were not dead objects, but living things!

This was an iron-eating parasite discovered and named by an ancient alchemist named "Thysanoptera." It had an extraordinary resilient body that could stretch up to a hundred meters. Because it fed on metal, its body was exceptionally tough, and difficult to damage with swords.

These two characteristics alone made it an excellent silk thread material that puppeteers dreamed of.

Seeing this scene, Suren instantly felt that his perspective was too limited...

He originally thought that the puppeteer's silk threads were all dead objects, but it turned out that they could be operated like this.

This "Trickster" actually used his own body as a host, raising so many living parasites...

But watching this scene, Suren's eyes also became interested, and he muttered in his heart: "Silk thread control... so the puppeteer's silk threads can be used like this. But speaking of which, how can that guy create so many silk threads at the same time? Is it because of that mystic art, or because of the equip...?"

This was much more advanced than Suren's mechanical gauntlet. No matter how ingenious the mechanical gauntlet was designed, it could only pull out a dozen steel wires at most at one time.

But this "Trickster" Lloyd was emitting black lines all over his body, and the quantity was not even in the same dimension.

But although the quantity was enough, the iron wireworms still hadn't escaped the shackles of "solid lines." Being entangled and cut off like this were all drawbacks.

But what if it was replaced with the Witch's hair that could switch between reality and illusion?

Thinking of this, Suren suddenly became expectant.

He finally understood why the Oliver family's young master was so interested in this Witch...

.......

With the hair and black lines intertwined, the tall blood nun was completely controlled on the spot.

The black and silver threads pulled against each other, and wherever the two sides wrestled, the buildings were cut into pieces.

Facing an aberration that was already at the Lord level, the "Trickster" Lloyd was obviously struggling with the head-on confrontation. Before they had even stalemated for a moment, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

But at the same time, he also shouted loudly: "Do it!"

Hearing this, the other second-tier professionals also formed seals one after another, looking like they were preparing to use their ultimate moves...

However, they never expected that at almost the same time, Suren heard these words and also took action.

His originally scattered gaze suddenly focused, sharp as a knife.

At the critical moment when the others were about to kill the Witch, he unhesitatingly raised his hand and aimed his gun at the head of the blue-robed warlock who was casting "Slow Ray."

But how keen was the perception of a second-tier professional?

Of the five second-tier professionals present, except for Toinby, the "Mechanical Tyrannosaurus," who was a beat slower, the other four instantly caught the abnormality.

Seeing someone raise a gun in the mist outside the monastery, the same thought popped into the minds of several people at the same time: "Someone is attacking!"

Although they were shocked that someone had woken up from the dream, they also responded instantly.

Just as Suren raised his gun, Bloom, the leader of the War Blade Squad, stomped his foot and moved horizontally several meters, instantly blocking the blue-robed warlock.

How could they not know that now was the critical moment to besiege the Witch, and there was no room for even the slightest mistake. Once the "Slow Ray" spell was terminated and the Witch regained her normal speed, their situation would be very dangerous!

Seeing that the attacker's weapon was a musket, Bloom also breathed a sigh of relief.

If it was just a musket, he was confident that he could block it with his sword. With him guarding in front, no matter how exquisite this shot was, it would never hurt anyone!

"Tsk tsk... Melee-type professionals really have fast reaction speeds."

Seeing this, Suren seemed to have expected it. A smile flashed across the corner of his mouth, and he unhesitatingly fired the gun.

While pulling the trigger with his right hand, he also grabbed the air with his left hand, simultaneously controlling the invisible living corpse beside him to slash down with a knife!

"Bang!"

The special blast of the exclusive alchemical bullet resounded throughout the monastery.

The tongue of fire spewed out from the muzzle, and the sound of the bullet leaving the barrel covered the sound of the scythe cutting through the air.

Bloom also keenly caught Suren's left hand's "small movements."

But even so, he didn't choose to avoid it, but chose to block it.

Because he knew that as long as he avoided it, the warlock behind him would definitely be hit by the bullet.

Moreover, he was just a gunslinger. Even if he was a "Gun Master," this shot wouldn't kill him.

As long as he survived this shot, the gunslinger would be dead as soon as the others reacted!

However, he hadn't realized that he was facing "Suren, the S-class wanted criminal" on the bounty list in Old Lindon City, and he didn't know that he had the [Hypnos' Night Black Scythe], such a great weapon!

This Bloom could block the alchemical bullets, but he was not qualified to block the space crack at all.

At the moment of firing, the sound of the bullet piercing the air attracted everyone's attention, but they didn't realize that in the next second, a dark space crack quietly appeared on Bloom's forehead.

Even if he used the weapon in his hand to protect the vital parts of his skull, this knife still unreasonably cut off his two-edged sword, which could be called a famous sword.

The momentum of the space crack didn't stop, and it cut off half of Bloom's head before disappearing.

And just at this time, a bullet happened to pass through the crack in the head that was cut in half...

The blue-robed warlock, who was continuously casting spells with both hands and didn't have time to react, looked at the person in front of her with astonishment as her head was suddenly cut in half, and then... a bullet got bigger and bigger in her sight, accurately hitting her eye socket, and the world plunged into darkness.

"Bang~"

An explosion sounded, the blue-robed warlock's head exploded into a cloud of blood mist, and she fell to the ground.