In the center of the hall of the ruins, the phantom instrument was fully opened and filled with magic power. Its core was emitting a cold purple light.
Next, as long as Pasha gave an order, it could project the light curtain thousands of miles away, which was beyond the witches' ability. It was a power given by God.
Pasha looked behind her. All the sarcomas had fallen to the ground. The God's Punishment Witches stood side by side with the most serious expressions. The dead demonic hybrids were deliberately piled up on both sides. The pale blue blood reflected the purple light, looking gloomy and horrible.
If it were a group of common people, they would definitely be shocked by this hellish scene... right?
Pasha did not want this to happen. After the demonic beasts' corpses decomposed, they would leave behind sticky remains, which were not only difficult to remove but also emitted a disgusting stench. The God's Punishment Witches could not smell it, but Pasha could feel it with her tentacles. After 400 years, this hall was no different from their home. Who would want to make a mess of their own hall? But she had to be prepared for the worst.
That was, Phyllis was in danger and the ring was not broken by her.
If that really happened, it was necessary to create the most terrifying atmosphere to frighten and deter those who did harm to her.
The Western Region of Graycastle was close to the entrance of the Fertile Plains and was undoubtedly attacked by demonic beasts every year. Whether it was witches or common people who attacked Phyllis, they should be able to tell from the mountain of demonic hybrids' corpses that they were definitely not to be trifled with.
Only by making them aware of the power of the Taquila survivors could they buy time for the rescue.
"Activate the instrument," Celine said. "No matter what, we have to find out Phyllis' situation first."
Pasha nodded her main tentacle and gave an order to the instrument.
In an instant, everyone felt the light around them dim a little. A huge purple light curtain covered the whole hall. On the other side of the phantom instrument, the scene when the Five-Colored Stone was broken appeared.
Pasha could not help but be surprised.
It was not a gloomy dungeon, nor was it a desolate wilderness, but a bright hall.
The hall was bright and clean. A long wooden table covered with a white cloth was placed in the middle of the hall. There were fresh flowers and teacups on the table. There were no signs of a fight. It was as if this place was deliberately chosen to destroy the Magic Stone.
Phyllis was standing by the window, chatting with another witch. When she saw the light screen appear, she turned around with a surprised look on her face. "What's wrong with you guys? Was the hall attacked by demonic beasts? "
"Uh..." Pasha was speechless. She suddenly felt that Phyllis' situation was different from what she had imagined. Phyllis did not seem to be attacked or tortured, nor did she seem to be in danger. Instead, she looked even more energetic than before. After taking a closer look, he found that Phyllis was no longer wearing the vulgar and cheap maid clothes, but an exquisite woolen robe. Set off by the gorgeous clothes, it was natural that her complexion was better than before.
The other witches were not much better. They looked at each other for a long time, but no one said anything. Fortunately, they could not see their expressions after turning into blobs, or the atmosphere would be very awkward.
The demonic beasts did launch a large-scale attack recently, but don't worry, the magic core and the relics of the gods are safe and sound, and everyone is safe. As a person who was used to great storms, Pasha was the first to recover. "There are too many corpses, and we haven't had time to clean them up."
"Is... that so?" Phyllis showed a doubtful look.
"Of course, ahem..." Pasha waved her tentacles at the God's Punishment Witches behind her. "Okay, everyone, continue to clean up the corpses and try to throw them out of the maze before the rotten liquid sticks to the floor!"
The witches who stood side by side with solemn expressions quickly became gloomy.
"There are so many corpses, how long will it take to move all of them..."
"It took a whole day just to pile them up."
"I don't want to touch these sticky things at all."
"Yes, even if you don't feel it, it looks disgusting."
"Stop complaining. Do you want to lie in the corpses and sleep?"
"Throw them all into the magma. At most, they will be smothered by the smoke."
"Smothered? Do you want the whole ruins to become a chimney? "
"Pfft..." The blue-haired witch beside Phyllis could not help but chuckle. "I guess they must be worried that something bad has happened to you, so they put on a posture to scare the negotiation partner."
Somehow, Pasha felt that the voice was very familiar. She looked at the witch carefully, and suddenly a name flashed in her mind.
"You are... Agatha?"
"What?" Celine asked in surprise. "The youngest Senior Witch in history?
That's impossible. Didn't she die with Taquila?
Even if she escaped from the Holy City, it has been more than 400 years. How could she still be the same? "
Many people's minds were ringing. Not only the promoted living in the sarcoma, but also the God's Punishment Witches also gathered around.
"She is indeed the Senior Genius," Phyllis confirmed. "When Agatha was besieged by demons in the Research Tower in the Misty Forest, she completely froze herself with a multi-layered ice coffin and killed all the enemies who were chasing her. It was not until the Witch Union found the ruins of the Stone Tower that they rescued her. "
"I see."
Hearing this, Pasha could not help but feel excited. An exciting idea came from the bottom of her heart. Phyllis was not in trouble, and she quickly revealed her identity to the witches in Graycastle. She also met a promoted Taquila. The purpose of contacting the labyrinth was obvious! Could it be that this Senior Witch was the Chosen One they were looking for?
When she asked this question, Phyllis showed a look of embarrassment and hesitation.
She first glanced at Agatha, and then said in a low voice, "Can you let me talk to them alone? It won't take too much time. "
Agatha nodded. "When you are done, I will inform His Majesty." Then she turned and left the hall.
Then Phyllis took a deep breath and looked at Pasha again. "I did find the Chosen One indicated by the Magic Stone, but he is a little different from the candidate in our plan."
"Wait, him?" Pasha was stunned. Before she had time to ask further, she heard an almost bizarre experience from Phyllis.
The close cooperation between the witches and the mortals.
The powerful army that defeated the church.
The powerful gunpowder weapons with infinite power.
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