The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch - Chapter 239

Thump——

Suddenly, a loud thud echoed before her. A tall figure directly landed in front of her, immediately drew a sword, and slashed at the terrifying grotesque figures before them.

Hiss——

Sizzle sizzle sizzle——

The several grotesque figures at the front were directly cut in half by one sword strike. But the terrifying humanoid monsters behind them still rushed towards the two, vying with each other.

The black greatsword emitted a fiery red light. The figure slowly brought the greatsword to their waist. The burning blade emitted an orange glow. It looked as if molten iron was constantly dripping from the blade.

White steam emanated from the black armored figure’s entire body. The rain was completely evaporated before it landed on their armor. Even the standing water on the ground seemed to be boiling.

Buzz——

The black-armored figure quickly drew their sword, an attack with immense force upward. The greatsword in their hand seemed to melt like iron, turning into countless sharp, glowing iron spikes that flew forward, nearly filling the entire alley.

Splatter——

The barrage of spikes, traveling at terrifying speed, tore up the stone bricks on the ground. A large number of spikes easily pierced through the terrifying monsters. The high temperature melted the mycelium and bones on their bodies. The powerful momentum swept almost all of them out of the alley.

For a brief moment, the alley was left with only steaming mist and blood mist, and a few severed limbs and bones. Not even a single drop of rain could fall into this space.

“Your Highness Princess, are you alright?”

Oppold retracted his sword, turned around, and looked at the Princess lying on the ground. He immediately knelt down halfway and extended his right hand.

“Please come with me. This place is very dangerous.”

Vitalis looked at the black-armored knight before her, her pupils slightly contracted. She instinctively supported herself with her hands and shuffled back a few steps, completely disregarding the sewage on the ground.

“Princess, what’s wrong?”

Oppold was panting, his voice a little hoarse. It seemed he had already fought several battles before encountering the Princess.

“Please leave, Your Excellency Oppold…”

Vitalis’s tone was almost pleading. She used all her strength just to move a step further away from the knight before her.

This was not the scene of a knight saving a princess that Princess Vitalis had expected—at the very least, scarlet, writhing mycelium should not be emerging from the cracks in the armor on this knight’s face.

“It’s me, Princess… cough cough cough… Oppold… Don’t you recognize me?”

Oppold’s voice was hoarse. He raised his hand and removed his iron helmet.

Scarlet mycelium had almost completely adhered the armor to his face. As he removed the iron helmet, the connecting mycelium and flesh were torn apart, pulling out long, thin scarlet threads.

A large amount of blood and skin tissue dripped from his horrifying, unrecognizable face to the ground, staining the standing water red.

“Cough cough…”

Oppold’s coughing became increasingly violent. He knelt on the ground, reached inside his armor and fumbled for a red cigarette. He tremblingly brought it to his mouth. The armor at the tip of his left finger turned into molten iron, lighting the end of the cigarette.

“Hiss… Ha…”

He greedily took a puff. It seemed to stop his coughing. When he looked up again, Vitalis was already supporting herself against the wall, walking step by step away from him.

Oppold raised his hand, about to say something, but the originally dry mycelium inside the cigarette he was holding began to writhe when it was soaked with the contaminated blood.

The scarlet mycelium continuously burrowed into his mouth, incessantly eroding his flesh and blood, piercing through the cracks in his skull, and embedding itself in his brain.

Oppold froze in place. Blood threads continuously emerged from the cracks of his armor, writhing in the gloomy alley…

Finally, his sanity was overcome. The scarlet mycelium, like external muscles, attached itself to his armor, completely connecting the armor to his flesh and blood—a thirst for flesh and blood dominated his mind.

Parasitism, consumption—these were the only two things he could think about.

Princess Vitalis, stumbling forward, turned her head to look towards the alley entrance.

Following the light filtering in from the alley entrance, she saw Oppold slowly standing up. The terrifying humanoid monsters that had rushed in behind him, as if they had found a perfect host, all clung onto that armor, continuously piling up.

The flesh and blood continuously merged together, making Oppold’s figure look as if he was burdened with a huge tumor of flesh…

What is this, exactly!

The fear that penetrated her bones almost caused Vitalis to faint, but at this moment, a voice that she usually strongly disliked, but which now sounded like a savior, echoed in her ears.

“A novel infection…”

Forte, holding a black umbrella, leaped down from the rooftop, landing nimbly beside Vitalis.

He looked at Oppold before him, his face showing an expression of unprecedented solemnity.

Forte was aware of the rampant spread of this red cigarette… He was still investigating the source of this strange thing.

However, since this thing had no significant connection to the church merger and the Keyman, Forte hadn’t put much effort into it. What he was more concerned about was who was putting pressure on the Church of the Savior Goddess, the Church of the God of Order, and the Pharos Medical Association.

Even if Forte wanted these three organizations to help him with certain things, he would have to pay a considerable price.

But that mysterious person or organization, right under Forte’s nose, had established a connection with these organizations, and this connection seemed even stronger than the relationships he had built over so many years…

Both Lafayette and the Pope of the Church of the God of Order refused to reveal to Forte who the other party was.

Thump——

A Tier 3 “Crown Guard” leaped down from the rooftop. A heavy slash, using the great hammer in their hand, struck the “Oppold” on the ground, causing a large spray of blood from the fungal tumor on his back.

Then, the “Crown Guard” quickly retreated, seemingly consciously avoiding getting contaminated blood on themselves.

More people from the Queen’s Sword and the Royal Orchestra surged in from outside, constantly slaughtering the monsters outside the alley.

Forte’s troops, the ones who had not yet been infected by the red cigarette, were quickly assembling.

Watching the bloody and terrifying battle before him, Forte’s eyes narrowed slightly. He looked at Vitalis beside his feet and slowly said, “After you left the Royal Theatre… what did you see?”

“I conducted an echo scan when the anomaly occurred… But the things you are seeing just now, if they are Tier 4, they are being interfered with by the people of the Goddess’s Church… When I recalled it a second time, the people had already disappeared.”

“You were there at that time… What did you see?”