The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch - Chapter 241

“It’s over, Eleanor…”

The Duke was about to say something, intending to persuade the other party to stop assisting the poisoner, but at this moment, a silver light flashed.

The silver watch face in Ciel’s head’s pupils rapidly spun backward. Her scattered flesh, body tissues, and even clothing fragments, in an instant, transformed into silver streams of light and flew towards the center of the iron barrel formation in mid-air, moving extremely fast—

Everyone only saw a flash of silver light. The young girl’s figure nimbly landed from mid-air into the center of the iron barrel formation, among the four musicians.

“Good evening.”

Hiss——

Ciel suddenly plunged her hands deep. Her arms, covered in mycelium, stabbed upwards from below, directly piercing through the bodies of two musicians from behind and gripping their hearts.

A large amount of mycelium surged into the bodies of those two musicians. By the time the Captain of the Knights reacted and quickly turned around, the chests of those two musicians were already filled with an enormous amount of mycelium.

Crack crack——

Their bones inside had been crushed by the rapidly metabolizing and proliferating mycelium. Their originally somewhat thin bodies were now swollen like meatballs. Their eyes were wide open and bulging, looking at the Captain of the Knights before them, filled with pain and despair.

Bang——!

A crisp sound of flesh and blood bursting echoed. Their taut skin and muscles were torn. Their bodies exploded like inflating balloons, and along with it, the bloody mycelium inside also splattered in all directions.

The corpse explosion generated a large amount of spattering bloody mycelium, along with skin fragments and flesh, splashing onto all the “Crown Guards.”

Ciel seemed to sense something. She quickly turned around and looked at another musician who was preparing to chant something. She immediately turned and violently flung her arm. A ball of flesh mixed with blood mold smashed into his mouth, directly burrowing into his open mouth.

“Ugh!”

The musician knelt on the ground in pain. He frantically reached out, trying to dig out the ball of flesh from his throat, but he didn’t notice that his eyeballs had already been covered by scarlet mycelium… He was already terminally ill.

The last musician, completely stunned by the rapid reversal that had occurred in a short time, stumbled back a few steps and fell onto the ground, splashing into a puddle of water. As he looked up and met the gaze of the red-haired young girl, his tightly strung nerves finally snapped.

“Ah!!! Ah!!!”

He turned and scrambled away, trying to escape, but he ran headfirst into a piece of armor and fell to the ground again, splashing up a puddle.

He looked up. It turned out that the “Crown Guards” who were supposed to surround him and protect him from attacks were now completely covered in bloody mycelium. Their entire armor was trembling, seemingly resisting some kind of invasion.

“Quick! Melt the armor! Those monsters can’t resist…”

The Captain of the Knights, who reacted the fastest, immediately shouted, wanting the others to melt their iron armor immediately to prevent the blood mold from entering.

But within 15 meters, everything she did was within Ciel’s precognitive sight.

Ciel turned around and directly met the gaze of the Captain of the Knights.

Overlimit.

Nemesis.

The gears in Ciel’s eyes shone with light and began to vibrate and rotate. Behind her, a giant silver shattered watch face seemed to appear, visible only to the Captain of the Knights.

The Captain of the Knights, who had met Ciel’s gaze, was already completely stiff, standing frozen in place, unable to say a single word.

Immense fear echoed in her heart. This fear, combined with the violent whispers in her mind, caused her body to be rapidly devoured and eroded by the potion backlash.

Ciel slowly walked two steps towards her. In front of the Captain of the Knights, she slowly raised her right hand.

The mycelium in Ciel’s hand writhed on her right arm, condensing at her fingertips, as if blooming into a flower. The bloody mycelium continuously spread outwards from Ciel’s fingertips until it touched the female knight’s chest plate.

The mycelium penetrated through the chest plate.

Fortunately, in the previous sacrifice simulations, Ciel had the Grim Worm kill most of the transcendents in the city indiscriminately.

Now, they, especially the “Crown Guards,” were completely unable to resist the gaze of Overlimit Nemesis.

Not until the scarlet mycelium had completely burrowed into the Captain of the Knights’ body did Ciel withdraw her hand. With a casual flick backward, a ball of mycelium had already adhered to the eyes of the last musician, who was still howling. It burrowed into his body through his terrified eyes.

Done…

Ciel raised her hand and slowly waved it. The stiff armor before her lifted its leg, making way for Ciel.

She looked up at the Tier 4 transcendent atop the high tower, a faint smile on her face.

“Long time no see… Your Excellency Duke.”

…

“Long time no see… Your Excellency Duke.”

Charles looked at the young girl below. The moment his eyes met hers, even in his heart, an uncontrollable fear surged…

How is this possible…? What is she, exactly? Who is she?

Can a Tier 3 transcendent truly achieve this level?

That recombination of flesh and blood that seemed like time rewinding, that gaze that was no less oppressive than a creature from the Other Side…

Unless, she wasn’t a Tier 3 at all, nor was she a transcendent…

Charles swallowed with difficulty. He forced himself to calm down. He stared intently into Ciel’s eyes and said, “What is your purpose? What are you trying to achieve!”

“Why Ansu…?”

Charles could make an estimate of how many people would die in Ansu due to this level of pathogen outbreak.

But why Ansu…?

Even if the other party were to choose to perform some kind of reconstitution ritual, no normal, non-mentally disturbed transcendent would choose a city like Ansu to perform a reconstitution ritual.

Even the one from the Society of Merriment who was undergoing a reconstitution ritual had Forte’s tacit permission.

A normal person, to perform such a terrifying reconstitution ritual, would definitely go to the South Continent or the New Continent. There were many indigenous tribes on the New Continent where these madmen could perform reconstitution rituals without attracting retaliation from anyone or any official organization…

Those were areas without jurisdiction. Let alone tens of thousands dying, even if hundreds of thousands died, no one or no organization would interfere, except for a few organizations that would try to help the indigenous people resist to complete their reconstitution rituals.

But why choose Ansu?

This was Duke Charles’s question.

“Why?”

Ciel tilted her head slightly. She seemed to think seriously for a moment, then said, “It’s… closer, and there are more people.”