The Virtuous Dark Witch

Chapter 35

Boyle, who had been very unhappy about being pushed out, had a flash of light in her somewhat cloudy yellow eyes when she heard this. She only hesitated for a moment before rushing forward without hesitation. Her gaze towards Elara also changed. She leaped into the air, stamping her right foot hard, and summoned her Sun Scepter at the same time.

When Elara sensed the change in temperature around her, the corners of her lips curled up slightly, a cold light flashing in her calm eyes. She continued to shoot the attacking turned Andros in an orderly manner.

In the blink of an eye, Boyle was approaching. The turned Andros, who had been stirred up by the strong smell of blood, attacked even more desperately. Their blood-stained eyes stared greedily at Elara in the sky, and thick, stinking saliva dripped from their sharp fangs.

Elara showed no fear. As she pulled the crossbow string again to shoot, a bright scepter suddenly appeared behind her, attacking through the air. She didn't hesitate to shoot the arrow, then rushed upward like a stream of light. At the same time, two black iron balls fell from the sky.

Boyle, who was about to chase after her, saw the black iron balls and couldn't help but widen his eyes in horror, quickly dodging. Ana Stirling, hiding at the street corner, felt her eyes twitch uncontrollably. She raised her head instinctively, only to hear a whoosh—two arrows steadily passed through the black iron balls.

Boom… Boom…

Flames exploded in the dark sky instantly, flesh and blood flying everywhere. A rain of blood fell, accompanied by broken limbs constantly dropping from the air.

Ana Stirling, who was not affected, was extremely angry. She roared towards the sky. "Boyle… what are you doing?"

After the power of the Dark Nether Fire Bombs subsided, Boyle immediately appeared. Elara suddenly appeared not far above her like a ghost, the crossbow g*n already aimed at her. Her cold eyes narrowed slightly, and she shot three arrows at once.

This time, Boyle no longer dodged. She muttered a spell under her breath, then pushed the Sun Scepter forward forcefully. A Sunlight Barrier instantly formed.

Bang, bang, bang—three sounds. The arrows hit the barrier and shattered instantly. But before Boyle could rejoice, a familiar black iron ball crashed through the darkness, hitting the Sunlight Barrier. She quickly withdrew her power, scolding angrily. “Despicable child.”

Boom—with a loud noise, the Dark Nether Fire Bomb collided violently with Boyle's Sunlight Barrier, immediately causing a buzzing vibration, followed by a cracking sound.

Elara raised her right hand again, aiming the crossbow g*n at Boyle, who was suffering from Witch Power backlash. She didn't give her a chance to catch her breath, shooting three arrows at once. At this moment, a cold feeling came from behind her. She raised her free left hand, a single arrow appearing in her palm. She turned around and stabbed into the darkness, blood spattering instantly. A handsome blood-eyed Andros revealed his figure.

Seeing his horror, Elara didn't want to t*****e him. She pulled slightly, and the arrow hooked out his heart. Gusts of ** heavy with the smell of blood were approaching. She glanced back.

There stood Boyle Larissa, the elder patriarch of the “holy” Light Witch Larissa Clan, who was not too despicable. She was pressing down on two strong young turned Andros, absorbing their life force.

Elara didn't hide her contempt, letting go of her right hand. The crossbow g*n disappeared into the darkness. As the b****y ** approached, she leaped into the air, spinning around. Four silver needles appeared between her fingers. She crossed her arms and swung hard, throwing the four silver needles.

The four silver needles tore through the air with a cold momentum, meeting the lingering **. Just as they were about to collide with the **，the four silver needles suddenly split into hundreds of cow hair needles, piercing straight into the ** and stirring up a blood mist. With a series of shrill screams, the ** dispersed.

After this overwhelming m******e, Elara finally completely subdued the Andros present. By this time, the main street of Anastas City was covered with corpses and filled with wails.

Ana Stirling was filled with unwillingness, constantly using her bloodline to summon more Andros. And as she wished, the Andros active near Anastas City were rushing over quickly.

Cinderaven had been standing on the second-floor windowsill of the Dessey family's shop with a dark bird face for a long time. Looking at this scene, he didn't know how many such creatures the Andros nobles had created during his two-thousand-year absence. But he could imagine that the number must have far exceeded his estimate.

Elara waved her right hand, and the four glowing silver needles returned to her palm. Then she flew towards Boyle, who was still absorbing life force.

As the bodies of the two Andros under her palms quickly withered, Boyle's cloudy eyes became clear, and her eye color became more and more pure. Her eyes were filled with excitement. The recovery of her life force made her curl her lips, a look of complacency and satisfaction showing on her face.

When Elara was less than two meters away from her, Boyle squeezed hard with both hands. The two Andros, who had already dried up like dead wood, instantly turned into mud. She stood up and struck out with a palm, immediately stopping Elara. Her disdainful gaze swept over the silver-core black mandala crown, then settled on Elara's face.

“You should have hidden and cherished your life when I didn't kill you back then, instead of coming out to cause chaos. Today, let's see where you can run?”

Elara let out a cold laugh, her voice cold with undisguised sarcasm. "Boyle, like that old hag Talina Larissa, you should have died a long time ago." Her eyes sharpened, and she struck out with her right palm. A powerful surge of Witch Power forced Boyle back slightly.

Boyle, who was forced back two steps by the Witch Power, was shocked. How could this girl mobilize such powerful Witch Power in an instant? Seeing her flip and land on the ground, she didn't dare to think too much. She summoned the Sun Scepter and slammed it into the rock ground with a bang, then channeled all her Witch Power to build the Sunlight Barrier again.

Elara shouted loudly. "Apollo, the Sun God, won't take you—but I will." She drew out ninety percent of the Witch Power from her Lower Dantian, gathering it in her right palm and striking directly at the Sunlight Barrier.

With a deafening bang, the Light Witch Power collided with the Dark Witch Power, instantly splitting the main street of Anastas City in half.

The powerful momentum shocked the Andros who were about to approach to help, making them stop in their tracks. Fear even overwhelmed their desire for blood.

Elara's expression didn't change. But Boyle, who had just absorbed life force, suffered another Witch Power backlash. In an instant, all the blood drained from her face. She was so angry that she shouted. "What are you doing?"

The Andros, overwhelmed by fear, looked at each other. At this moment, Ana Stirling, her eyes overflowing with bright red blood, walked forward slowly. She pointed with her slender fingers, giving an order in an extremely tempting voice. "Powerful Andros warriors, go and capture that hateful Witch for me."

With the bloodline order, the Andros went crazy again. Countless black shadows pounced on Elara.

Elara's eyes were still fixed on Boyle, not even turning her head. She raised her right foot and stamped hard. An endless stream of Dark Witch Power surged out from her palm, winding and spreading like a snake with thunderous momentum. In an instant, dark light covered the entire Sunlight Barrier.

Boyle, who had already been hit by backlash, hadn't yet suppressed the chaotic Witch Power in her meridians. Hit again, she immediately spat out a mouthful of dark red blood from her mouth and nose.

The corners of Elara's lips curled up slightly. Sensing that the Andros were approaching, she activated her consciousness. The Silver-Winged Eastern Dragon Scepter flew out from between her eyebrows, rushing into the crowd of Andros without stopping. Wherever the scepter passed, there were cries of pain and blood mist rising.

With a c***k, the Sunlight Barrier collapsed with a crash. Boyle's eyes were filled with fear, and she quickly retreated. A dark light passed through the shattered Sunlight Barrier, brushing past her side. Boyle's retreat was immediately halted.

Elara, with a cold face, stood behind Boyle, holding a still bleeding heart. Watching the old woman, who had had her heart torn out, fall slowly like a rag doll, she whispered. "I thought your heart was black." She threw the heart next to Boyle's body. "Turns out it's made of flesh too."

By this time, Ana Stirling knew that all was lost tonight. Seeing Boyle fall, she quickly fled eastward.

But Elara wouldn't let the culprit escape. She waved her left hand in the air. The Silver-Winged Eastern Dragon, which had scattered into needles, instantly merged into a scepter, following its master closely.

Ana Stirling's Andros bloodline was very pure, and her speed was no less than the speed of the wind. In just a moment, she was out of Anastas City.

Elara chased closely behind. Cinderaven hovered high in the sky. Seeing that Ana Stirling was fleeing towards Andrea Capital, he couldn't help but let out two hoarse cries. Now she knew to be afraid—where was her arrogance before?

He swooped down, landing on a rock. Cinderaven spread his right wing, a trace of coagulated blood sinking from his left eye.

Ana Stirling, who was running desperately, suddenly grabbed her neck and fell to the ground, kicking her legs wildly. Her two blood-colored eyes seemed to be about to pop out of their sockets.

At this moment, Elara descended from the sky, suppressing hundreds of cow hair needles. Cinderaven closed his eyes and turned his head to the side. She had brought this on herself—no one could help her. Her death was well-deserved.

But just as the hundreds of cow hair needles approached Ana Stirling, a beam of white light shot out from the side, attacking Elara. Elara's eyes darkened. She retracted the cow hair needles, grabbing the limp Ana Stirling and holding her in front of her as a shield.

Boom…

Before Ana Stirling could react, all her bones were crushed by the beam of light that had crashed into her body. Her head immediately lost support, hanging from her chest in an extremely distorted posture.

Elara let go of her hand, and she collapsed to the ground like a pile of mud. Even so, she wasn't completely dead—her body was quickly healing.

Elara looked in the direction where the beam of light had come from. After waiting for a long time and seeing no one appear, she didn't hesitate. She reached out towards Ana Stirling's chest, whose neck had already healed. When her five fingers successfully pierced her flesh, a red rose folded from paper finally appeared in front of her eyes.

At this moment, Ana Stirling, who couldn't move, was so scared she forgot to breathe. Seeing the red rose, she was overjoyed. But when she turned her head, she flew into a rage. "W… who asked you to come back?"

The boy in the white robe holding the blood rose paper crane glanced down casually, whispering. "Don't worry. Jaden Anastas didn't come back with me."

Elara stood up straight, flicking her right hand to instantly dispel the dirt on her hand. She looked up and down at the boy unceremoniously, saying in an affirmative tone. "Benelli Larissa, Poppy Larissa's son."

Hearing that name, the boy in the white robe lowered his eyelashes, curving his lips and responding in the same tone. "Elara Dessey, Merlyn Dessey's daughter."

"You're here to save her?" Elara's gaze fell on the boy's face, trying to find a trace of Poppy Larissa in him—and also feeling his aura.

Benelli Larissa knew the other party was sizing him up. He had seen too many such looks since he was born. But he was quite curious about what kind of mood this one would be in when facing him.

"I'm only here to tell you that Alexander and Thea Dessey will be getting married in a month." He flipped his finger lightly, and the folded blood rose floated towards Elara. He added. "This is the wedding invitation sent to Anastas City—but it's not for you."

Elara really didn't expect this. She stepped on Ana Stirling's chest, catching the blood rose paper crane and unfolding it gently. After carefully reading the contents printed on the invitation and confirming the truth, her mood improved a lot.

Closing the invitation, she raised her eyes to look directly at the boy, who was also sizing her up unceremoniously. She said in a deep voice, "Thank you for delivering this invitation." But I'm sorry—I won't let Ana Stirling go. And don't even think about saving her."

"I already said I'm not here to save her." After finishing sizing up the new ruler of the West Sea Forest, Benelli Larissa looked into her light black eyes and asked calmly. "I heard that my mother went to see your mother when she was pregnant with me?"

Ada Charlotte was right. Benelli Larissa was very powerful. After staring at him for a moment, Elara lowered her head and put the invitation into her hidden pocket. "Is your mother still alive?" She probably knew his reason for coming back.

Benelli Larissa replied honestly. "She is." But she wasn't having a good time.

"It's good that she's alive." At least Elara didn't dislike this fact. She hated the Larissa Clan, but Poppy wasn't on her list of hatred. Letting out a long breath, she didn't hide anything and told him what had happened back then.

Benelli Larissa listened carefully with a little expression on her face. His grandmother had told him this story countless times, but he still couldn't bring himself to believe that his mother didn't want him.

To prevent Benelli from overthinking, Elara decided to be kind. "Your mother wanted to kill you not because she didn't love you. On the contrary, she loved you very much. But in her eyes, your birth was destined to be a tragedy."

"So she didn't even give me a chance to live?" Benelli Larissa's eyes darkened. So he really was an unwanted child.

Did she say something ambiguous? Looking at Benelli, who had lost his luster and seemed a little lonely, Elara couldn't help but frown. "Have you heard of Fisher Larissa, the Twin Witch Ancestor?"

Benelli looked at Elara in confusion. "Does he have anything to do with me?"

"Of course." Elara suddenly felt that some things should be made clear to the person involved. "You know about Fisher's awakening twenty years ago, right?" Seeing him nod, she continued. "Fisher's awakening was requested by the Larissa Clan. But Fisher's body had long been burned by the fire seed left in him by the West Sea Witch Ancestor."

He knew this too. Benelli stared at Elara with a glimmer of hope.

Elara told him everything she knew. "The notes left by the West Sea Witch Ancestor recorded that Twin Witches are born with fragile dual souls, so their bodies are extremely vulnerable to possession…"

Hearing this, Benelli already had a vague guess in his heart, and his expression became gloomy.

"And according to the West Sea Witch Ancestor's speculation, no matter whose body Fisher seizes—even that of a clansman with the same bloodline—his Witch Power will be limited by the incompatible body. Only the body of a Twin Witch can allow him to return to his former peak."

Is this really true? Benelli tightly pressed his lips, trying to suppress the anger in his heart. No wonder his mother didn't want him. If his soul had been seized by Fisher, would he still be her child?

Elara would never admit that she had told Benelli the truth to sow discord. "From the state your mother was in when she came to see mine, she should have known the truth very well. But before my mother could act, Boyle chased after her."

Benelli sneered, crystal tears adhering to his lowered eyelashes. "A Witch Ancestor on par with Selah Dessey is enough to make the Larissa Clan risk everything."

"That's true." Elara fully agreed with this. "I've told you everything you wanted to ask." She looked down at Ana Stirling, who had recovered most of her strength. "Are you really not going to save her?" That way, she could take the opportunity to deal with him too.

"Hmph." Benelli glanced at Elara coldly. "When my mother gave birth to me, she used all her Witch Power to fuse my dual souls while everyone was praying. So I'm not only not stupid—I'm even smarter than you. Don't use such reverse psychology on me. It'll just make me take the trouble to laugh at you."

Elara looked up at the boy standing opposite her. "You're overthinking. I just need a reason." It turned out that she and the Larissa Clan were naturally incompatible.

"I won't give you any reason to kill me for the time being." As he spoke, Benelli raised his right hand, which was hanging by his side. Ana Stirling's head, lying on the ground, was lifted by a force. He touched Ana's right tusk with his left hand, starting to chant a spell at the same time, then pulled hard.

Blood spurted out. Ana Stirling was in extreme pain, her already healed hands clutching her cheeks and screaming shrilly.

Even so, Elara didn't move her right foot from her chest. Seeing Benelli put the nearly five-centimeter-long tusk into a small white stone box, she asked, "Are you going to take this back to Duke Alexandra Stirling in Andrea Capital?"

"Yes." Benelli put the small stone box away. "I'm not your match yet, and you don't plan to let her go. So I have to take something back to account for it."

What he said was true, but Elara didn't want to take the blame for no reason. "You pulled out the tusk—not me."

Benelli stared at Elara, thinking for a long time before asking. "Does it matter? You never intended to let Ana live anyway."

"Who said I'm going to kill her?" Elara knew that no one in the Larissa Clan was a good person. "Because of the invitation you brought, I've changed my mind now." No matter how bad Ana Stirling was, she had an ancestor father—and that was her reason for "softening."

"Thea Dessey and Alexander's wedding is imminent. You want to attend their wedding, so you really can't kill her at this time." Benelli blinked, asking without any shame. "Since you're not going to kill her, can I take her back to the royal capital?"

Elara smiled. "Is this a joke?"

The other party was too strong, and he had done his best. Benelli looked at Ana apologetically, squatting down. His slender fingers covered her bloodshot eyes, muttering a Witch's curse softly. Gentle sunlight lingered around his fingers. After a while, Ana's painful moans disappeared.

It was a full two minutes before Benelli stood up.

Elara watched the entire process, discovering something extraordinary. She stared at the boy, who was not yet fully mature, a hint of interest appearing on her face. "This spell of yours to erase other people's soul memories is just as interesting as Fisher's original 'Soul Projection.'”

Taking his gaze back from Ana, who had fallen into a deep sleep, Benelli looked at Elara again. "I'll tell you a secret." They now had a common enemy. "Selah Dessey wasn't the only one cursed by the Twin Holy Spirit back then."

What? Elara couldn't help but widen her eyes. "What do you mean?"

"Exactly what it sounds like." Benelli curled his lips. "Like its name, the Twin Holy Spirit Curse appears in pairs. Selah Dessey was only one of them. As for who the other one fell on, I don't know either."

Elara's eyes moved slightly. "Are you investigating the Twin Holy Spirit Curse?" Thinking of what he had said earlier, she had a guess in her heart. "Did Poppy Larissa also get cursed by the Twin Holy Spirit?"

Benelli lowered his eyes, hiding his emotions. "I've said everything I need to say. I heard that Selah Dessey knew a lot about the Twin Holy Spirit Curse. If there's a chance, we can make a deal again." As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared into a beam of white light.

Her mind was in chaos. Elara stood there motionless for a long time. Cinderaven, standing on the rock, didn't want to approach her at this moment. He had also heard Benelli's words just now. If the situation allowed, he would definitely ask about the messy things related to the Twin Holy Spirit Curse in person.

It took nearly half an hour for Elara to roughly sort out what had happened tonight—especially Benelli's series of abnormal actions after his appearance, and the so-called secret at the end. She frowned deeply, but there were still many things she couldn't figure out.

"Appears in pairs?" Did he mean that there were more than one powerful person who hunted down the Twin Witch Ancestor back then? But the West Sea Witch Ancestor's notes didn't mention anyone else.

Thinking for a while longer, Elara really couldn't figure it out, so she had to put it aside for the time being. She lifted the sleeping Ana Stirling and walked back.

Cinderaven flapped his wings and followed. His black bean eyes looked at Elara's shoulder repeatedly. Finally, he said as if making small talk. "Have you ever seen a birdkeeper?" Their birds all stand on their masters' shoulders."

"First, I'm not your master." Elara replied emotionlessly. "Second, I've never seen anyone put a black crow on their shoulder." She had almost forgotten to ask. "Did you make Ana Stirling fall to the ground?"

Why ask this? Cinderaven flapped his wings and flew higher. "Can we talk about something happy?" If it weren't for the fear of being discovered by those bastards in the royal capital, I really wanted to kill all the Andros who gathered in Anastas City tonight."

"Alright, since you don't want to talk about this, let's talk about something else." Elara stopped and looked at Cinderaven. "Do you think I can exchange Ana Stirling for Anastas City and Luohe Plain from Duke Alexandra?"

Cinderaven was stunned when he heard this. Was the Dessey Witch trying to expand her territory? His black bean eyes were filled with complex emotions. Seeing the young Dessey staring at him coldly again, he had to reply. "Cinderaven has no objection." As for Austin Corell, he would ask him to remain silent for the time being.