Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva-Chapter 817 - 31 Madness_2

When it comes to the concentration of people and the flow of customers, the Central Star Domain and Four-leaf Crystal are completely different, she contemplated with a slight sense of wonder.

Even the most bustling commercial street of South First District in Four-leaf Crystal would not witness such a thronging crowd; the streets are exceptionally spacious, and it seems impossible to fill them to the brim.

In the lofty night sky, a large carp-shaped airship slowly changed its direction. At the top, where the covering is, tiny red dots plunged downward at high speed, tracing inconspicuous paths in the night sky towards a corner of the commercial district.

What is this? Tilan looked at the scene with a hint of surprise.

Although most people did not notice, with her ability to see and perceive, she could clearly identify what these small dots concealed by the night were.

They were all armed Autonomous Units, and the shape of the gun barrels hanging on their sides was definitely unique, designed specifically to use Enchanted Bullets.

Could there be an unexpected incident in the commercial district? But these Autonomous Units did not seem like police forces. After reviewing the internal material at school, she had a clear understanding of the Federation's military and police structures.

Ordinarily, the Riot Control Units and Auxiliary Autonomous Units used by the police must make an announcement when carrying out tasks, and they wouldn't be equipped with such high-powered bullets prone to collateral damage.

Perhaps it was a maneuver by some official organization. It was hard to imagine that in a place like the Central Star Domain where security levels are so high, illegal organizations would be active and carry such highly lethal weapons.

The girl rationalized, but her curiosity was also piqued: what exactly were these guys up to?

Placing her heels lightly on the ground and tapping twice, a large spider covered in frost-fine velvet appeared beside Tilan's feet.

"Go take a look, and be careful to hide well," the girl instructed the spider, which had grown to a size of one meter long, quite a bit larger than before.

"Hiss hiss~" The large spider made an acknowledging sound and then quickly leapt into the shadows, disappearing from sight.

Although the giant spider was not particularly strong in combat, its abilities in concealment were top-notch as a Withering Sequence entity with the skill to traverse through space. Whether phasing its body or slipping into spatial crevices to become invisible, it could avoid all kinds of detection.

Half a minute later, following the diving Autonomous Units overhead, the spider quickly scurried through the shadows until it arrived at a deserted alleyway.

This was likely the residential area for cheap apartments, set up for those working in the big city, surrounded by a small number of simple shops and entertainment venues.

In the night sky, these Autonomous Units entered a silent gliding state, then consecutively descended and moved quickly in the dark corners, hopping and climbing, converging toward a certain location.

The spider hidden on the side wall of the apartment building watched this scene and then followed suit.

Although it did not understand human society much, it had seen quite a few of these Autonomous Machines and roughly understood that someone was controlling and directing them.

Soon, as it barged into a certain area, it was as if it had penetrated a 'membrane,' and within the silently dark alley, fierce combat ensued.

The arriving Autonomous Units quickly took positions and then leapt up in a flash, clinging to the walls on either side of the alley to open fire, bullets raining down at an angle.

The intense gunfire startled the giant spider so much it hid for a while before daring to peek out again. Although it was a Sequence 5, it could not withstand the concentrated fire of Enchanted Bullets.

The battle then entered a strange phase; the shattered human bodies began to coalesce, and the sight of dark red flesh and twisted figures was discomforting, while the subsequent Resurrection and growth of flesh were even more astonishing to the giant spider, which had never seen such a bizarre scene before.

Nobody had taught it, but instinct told the creature that one cannot survive a shattered head, yet the 'unknown monster' before it defied this common sense.

In the later stages of the fight, although the ash-grey man managed to suppress the opponent for a time with Holy Flame, as the Magic Power was depleted, his vitality started to weaken steadily.

Seeing the flesh monster devour two corpses it had killed, the giant spider got the impression that the outcome of this battle was becoming uncertain; if it waited any longer, the man on the other side would certainly die.

Even if it didn't care about the life and death of strangers, instinct told it that this blood-flesh monster was highly abnormal, and given Tilan's personality, it would most likely intervene.

Better to return and report back; it wouldn't stand a chance in a fight anyway.

Leaping off the wall, the huge spider silently vanished into the night, and the parties engrossed in battle in the distance didn't notice the evidence of another presence sneaking away.

Half a minute later, the blood-flesh tentacles were raised high, restraining the man with black hair and ash attire, and gradually corroding and assimilating him.

Struggling to resist and prepared to go down together, a pale flame reignited on the ash-clad man's body, continuously burning the blood-flesh entwined around him, while his consciousness grew fainter, and hallucinations began appearing before his eyes. Among them were familiar faces, those who should have perished in memory, as well as others he had never encountered.

Some of those figures walked past him, some spoke to him, and others, although they were speaking, he couldn't understand a single word.

He had underestimated the opponent; had he known, he would have waited a while longer for 'Black Crow' to arrive and assist. Together, they wouldn't have ended up in such a predicament.

'Joker' always appeared and vanished unpredictably, even their organization had put in great efforts to track him down, uncertain of when he might disappear again. Hence, the operation had to be hastily launched.

"Black Crow? It seems you've got accomplices, heh heh."

The blood-flesh monster holding the ash-clad man aloft spoke again, and at this time, its shape became more human-like, growing a mouth capable of speech. However, the sight of its shifting large eyeballs on its visage still evoked a horrifying feeling.

No wonder the opponent always wore a purple bodysuit to cover the whole body, even the face hidden behind a Joker mask. It turns out he wasn't human from the start.

Despite his mind being cloudy and various hallucinations appearing before his eyes, the man in ash still barely noticed the changes in the monster below.

"Ugh—" A wave of intense nausea surged up, as if a fist plunged into his lungs, pushing up the gastric juices in his stomach, the severe pain and discomfort helping to restore a fraction of the man's consciousness.

"Hehe, your will is indeed strong, to not have fainted by now." The opponent slowly lowered the man he held aloft and swept his arm across, once again shattering and sweeping away the approaching Autonomous Units.

"You didn't expect to fall into my hands this time."

"I wanted to kill you at first, but after learning you're a member of that organization, I suddenly changed my mind." A dark purple-red potion bottle slowly appeared above the man's head.

"What will happen if I make you drink this experimental potion?"

"You surely won't die, but you might turn into a madman later. Since you've made significant contributions to the organization, they surely won't abandon you."

"Imagine, a former hero now turned into a destructive and mentally twisted freak. How delightful and exciting that would be."

As he spoke, the potion bottle opened, several tentacles pried the man's mouth open, and forcefully poured the thick purple-red liquid into his mouth.

"But then again, if that's the game we're playing, it might be somewhat lacking in thrill. You just called me a gene-modified monster, didn't you? The potion I'm injecting you with now will indeed gradually change the genes in your cells, slowly infiltrating and replacing them."

"In that case, what will you become? Whether by the Federation's law or your own organization's rules, such a monster surely can't be allowed to live."

"This is really interesting. I really want to see what expression your comrades will have when they see you again—whether it's relief, disgust, or despair, hahahahaha—" His cruel and maniacal laughter echoed through the alley.

The man who had been force-fed the potion convulsed on the ground, his body twisting unnaturally, and low growls intermittently emerged from his mouth, indicating extreme pain and suppression.

At that moment, on one side of the alley's wall, a black-haired figure silently descended, the agile eyes shifting, overlooking the unfolding scene below.