The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch - Chapter 259

Forte fiercely opened his eyes, but what met his eyes were twisted buildings and spaces. Layers of thick mist covered the sky and the earth. A pure white armor was sitting before him.

Before the armor, there was also a large pile of gear parts. A dying, terrifying left hand was placed to the side. A tumor-like blood clot was crawling on its body, continuously supplying nourishment to the incomplete, terrifying left hand.

Sensing the figure that had fallen out of the reality portal, the pure white knight slowly raised its head. Large amounts of white steam spewed from the cracks in its armor.

“Uh… (Pharosian) Hello? (Devo Federation language) Hello? (Ansu language) Hello…”

The moment he heard the Ansu language, phantom piano keys appeared before Forte. He questioned loudly, “Who are you?! Where is this?!”

“It’s you.”

The pure white knight raised its hand. A giant mechanical device descended with a roar from above, fiercely smashing down on Forte below—compared to that giant heavy hammer, Forte was as small as a bacterium.

The heavy hammer landed without making any sound, but Forte below had already turned into a pile of blood and mud.

The moment the heavy hammer landed, silver light appeared before Forte’s eyes, then quickly transformed into a bloody red light that enveloped him. The spiritual alarm in his mind sounded again.

He opened his eyes. Not far before him was a pure white armor.

“You are…”

Forte said in a hoarse voice.

“Tsk… So hard to kill… Let me see…”

The pure white knight raised its hand and pressed it against Forte’s brain. Like holding a watermelon, it squeezed with a little force, directly twisting it into an explosion.

Pop——

Brain matter splattered. A silver-white chain appeared in the pure white knight’s hand, but then instantly disappeared.

The moment it touched the chain, the pure white knight’s hand recoiled as if it had been electrocuted. It quickly took several steps back, looked at the white-haired man before it, and exited the reality portal again.

Did I… did I kill the right one?

This… this… this aura is…

The pure white armor picked up a necklace hanging around its neck and began praying to it.

And before it, the white-haired man spoke again.

“You are… This is…”

“Ah… wait a moment.”

The pure white armor raised its hand. White cast iron cages broke through the ground and directly locked the white-haired man inside.

It looked at the silver sculpture in its hand, which was emitting red light, and seemed to be listening to something. It nodded repeatedly.

“Okay, mm… Okay, okay, no problem.”

The moment the red light on the sculpture disappeared, the pure white knight raised its head and looked at the white-haired human before it again.

“That’s good…”

The pure white armor’s hand slightly clenched. The cast iron cages restraining the other party quickly contracted, directly crushing his entire body before he could even scream.

The next moment, from within the reality portal, the white-haired man entered again.

His entire body had terrifying wounds. His right arm was even attached by only a little skin and flesh.

His mind had been driven to the brink of madness by the pollution from the Other Side. The silver chain in his mind also showed a hint of cracking.

Boom——

An iron fist struck. Its speed was so fast that it was impossible to dodge.

Boom——

Forte’s brain was completely shattered. And that silver Serpent Chain finally began to show a hint of cracks.

Forte’s mind was completely filled with delirious whispers and murmurs. At this moment, he felt as if he had entered a unique space of consciousness. Before him, a giant Serpent Chain, coiled head to tail, floated silently…

Besides the Serpent Chain, a massive amount of memory fragments from the cracks in the Serpent Chain were furiously pouring into his mind.

Along with those massive amounts of information were the truths about his death in these simulations, being humiliated and tortured to death…

That terrifying figure with red hair, like a nightmare, was etched in his mind.

He fiercely reached out, wanting to shatter the phantom red-haired figure before him with a single punch, but found that after his punch was thrown, his hand gradually turned into ashes and dissipated.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!”

In the eyes of the pure white knight, the white-haired human, after entering its space, began to crouch on the ground, clutching his head, and crying out and weeping frantically.

It was already used to this scene. This was the expression a lower creature should have when facing it.

The pure white knight swung its giant heavy hammer, mechanically smashing the ground before it in a specific rhythm.

Boom boom boom boom boom boom!!!

Almost every single time that human appeared, he died under the heavy hammer. The pure white armor sighed while efficiently killing.

Almost every time that human appeared, the pure white armor could feel his mind rapidly collapsing, and the potion frantically consuming his body and mind.

After swinging the hammer who knew how many times, the “person” who entered the Other Side again was no longer a “person.”

It was an empty shell without a heart or brain. That empty shell turned into ashes the moment it entered, then it was brought in again, the cycle repeating, continuously repeating the process of “death.”

Until the very end, after the last particle of eye disappeared, what was thrown in again was only a silver-white Serpent Chain, floating in mid-air.

After waiting for a while, no more corpses were sent in.

The pure white knight lay on the ground, sighed, and steam spewed from its entire body.

It slowly took out the sculpture chain it was wearing. After the sculpture emitted a faint red light, it said:

“It’s done, Lord Ciel.”