Chapter 720: An Unexpected Contact

As the light wave passed through her body, Pasha felt a peculiar pulling sensation, and the little magic power left in her body stirred restlessly, as if about to go with it.

This illusion of forced detachment lasted only a few breaths before returning to calm. Along with the magic power, the entire hall quieted down as well.

Through the short tendrils behind her, she could see that within the area swept by the wave, the mixed-breed demonic beasts were as if frozen in place, their bodies stiff and immobile, before collapsing to the ground without a sound.

This was the most efficient slaughter. Neither soil, rock, nor brick walls could stop the advancement of "Heaven's Wrath." Even without monitoring the ground, she could imagine the scene in the maze layer – densely packed mixed-breed demonic beasts would die like insects, the magic that sustained their lives dissipating into nothingness. Once without the support of magic, their mutated bodies would instantly lose the ability to move.

Of course, some ordinary demonic beasts with less mutation and almost no magic power in their bodies would survive, but these unintelligent species could no longer threaten the safety of the relic.

This time, Celine finally arrived in time.

Pasha pulled out her tendrils, panting, and looked at Elra, "Go check the situation on the surface." Then she moved to Elena's side, "How is it?"

The latter was covered in blue-black blood, half of her arm was gone, and her hair was soaked with sweat, as if she had just been pulled out of a river. "It's okay, not a single one is missing."

This sentence made Pasha breathe a sigh of relief.

Looking around, the witches who could still move were still holding up their shields and guarding, while their exhausted companions were lying on the ground, trying to recover their strength as soon as possible.

Even after a great battle, their expressions did not show any fatigue or despair, but they grinned easily and waved hello to her. Obviously, everyone thought the same as she did, treating every battle as the last of their lives. Even if they dedicated everything to Taqila, they would not regret it.

This made Pasha feel a slight tingling in her non-existent eyes – a warm current flowed slowly in her heart, like a hot spring.

Every witch was equally important – in the long four hundred years, their numbers had never increased, and they had accumulated deep feelings for each other. Not a single one missing was the best news.

"It's just that this body has to be replaced," Elena sighed. "I spent a long time picking it, and I wonder if there are any more handsome and stronger ones in the new shell."

"..." Pasha didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Shouldn't she talk about such a depressing topic at this time! She reached out her tendrils and knocked on the other person's forehead, "Is there anyone else who needs to be replaced?"

"Five or six, I guess," Elena said, counting on her fingers. "Betty's stomach was cut open, and Izo was sprayed by magma to cover Elra, leaving only a head that can be seen. The rest are like me, missing arms and legs, and have been taken away to preserve their souls."

"So you plan to transfer after picking out a satisfactory candidate body?"

"Of course, there's no feeling anymore, at least I have to change to one that looks more comfortable," Elena pouted, put the blood-stained giant sword behind her, staggered out a few steps, and fell to the ground. "Tsk, this damn body."

God's Punishment Warriors can't feel pain, nor can they feel fatigue, but the loss of physical strength is real. Even if the spirit is still full, the exhausted body will become weak, as if out of control.

"Let me take you there," Pasha rolled up Elena with her tendrils and walked towards the side room of the hall – all the unowned God's Punishment Soldiers from Hermes were collected there for the survivors to use. "In the new batch, I remember there are a few with pretty good looks."

"Oh? You also pay attention to this?" Elena looked at her with interest.

Pasha couldn't help coughing twice, "Don't forget, I am a witch like you."

When she finished dealing with the wounded, Elra and Celine brought good news and bad news. The former was that the demonic beasts in the maze were basically dead or injured.

Almost all of them were gone, and the flying species circling outside had also fled. There should be no large-scale attacks in a short time. The latter was that two parts of the Heaven's Wrath instrument were damaged, probably due to the hasty formation of the new core. In short, they would no longer be protected by the instrument for the next week.

The bad news made Pasha feel a trace of worry, "Activating it to this extent will damage the core. If it were a Chosen One, wouldn't it only be able to use it once?"

The more complex the key, the wider the range of Heaven's Wrath's influence. The instrument she activated could only cover the entire maze, which was also a few hundred meters in radius, far from meeting the needs of fighting demons – when the magic power was full, the spear would have destroyed her and the instrument together. Only the Chosen One could spread the light wave to more than ten miles away, making the Heaven's Wrath instrument the most powerful weapon against the enemy.

"We lack high-quality magic-attracting materials, so we can only pick and choose in the ruins, and they are all fragile bone products. It's normal that they can't meet the requirements of the core. After all, this is a creation close to a god." Celine replied helplessly, "If the Exploration Society was still there, we could use gold and jewels at will, at least we wouldn't have to test once and repair once."

"In short, don't test it again this winter, I don't want to spend every day so thrilling," Elra complained.

"There is no chance to test it again – huh?" She suddenly paused, "Wait."

"What's wrong?" Pasha asked.

"Look at the illusion instrument," Celine used the main tendrils adsorbed on the roof to float to another, slightly smaller magic core, "The core's luster has changed, and the five-colored magic stone is broken!"

"What?" The two were shocked at the same time, and an ominous premonition arose in their hearts.

Phyllis would only break the magic stone in her hand when she had to contact the maze. It had only been a little over a month, and it was unlikely that she had found a Chosen One. Either she was in trouble and had to ask the maze for help, or... the ring had been destroyed by others. Neither situation could be considered good news.

"Can you determine her location?" Elra asked in a deep voice.

Celine stretched out her tendrils and inserted them into the core, "In our southwest direction, the distance... should be within the territory of the Kingdom of Graycastle, almost near the entrance to the Fertile Plains."

"The Western Region of Graycastle, it seems she has arrived at her destination." Pasha's thoughts were surging, so what was the problem that forced Phyllis to break the magic stone? Was she accidentally exposed? Or did the witches of the new era regard her as an enemy? Or... no, it can't be that smooth, Pasha shook her head and threw the distracting thoughts out of her mind. She was most likely in trouble.

"What are you going to do?" Elra looked at her.

She pondered for a moment and replied, "Activate the illusion instrument in one day according to the plan."

This was the shortest preparation time for the instrument.

If the magic stone was broken by someone with ill intentions, their existence might be exposed to mortals in advance, but no matter what, Pasha would not give up on Phyllis – they were the last survivors of Taqila, and also partners connected by fate.

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