Superman Termination Manual-Chapter 619 - 290: Major Family Events III: Night of the Witch (Part 5)_4

Chapter 619: Chapter 290: Major Family Events III: Night of the Witch (Part 5)_4

As soon as the words were spoken, twenty Magic Girls raised their magic power-infused blades neatly, pressing them against their pallid necks.

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Ash’s mouth opened slightly, but before she could utter a word, the blades before her eyes swung down like guillotine blades.

Amidst the flickering firelight, blood was spurting wildly from the severed necks of the twenty.

In her eyes, the heads of the girls gracefully fell to the ground, like apricots tumbling one after another from the tree in early autumn, making thudding sounds.

The girl in the Gothic dress froze on the spot, her vision completely engulfed by the ferocious crimson. Blood flowed like a river, flooding the yellowed altar.

“Do you know why they died?” the demon before her asked.

“…Why?”

Her lips quivered slightly.

“Because of you, these innocent souls died so innocently, such a pity, such a pity.”

The Lost Witch, while speaking, licked the blood splashed on her face, then turned her face to look behind, “This is just the prelude, oh, like testing the water before swimming. It seems your reaction isn’t significant; after all, they’re just strangers, their deaths don’t matter.”

She paused, her tone mocking: “Then, what about these two? Can they elicit any reaction from you?”

As the voice fell, footsteps once again emanated from the dark entrance to the statue space.

Subsequently, a red and a yellow figure slowly walked into the candlelight, weakly kneeling on the blood-soaked ground above.

The girl on the crucifix was taken aback for a moment, catching sight of Huanjing’s Magic Girl Feng and Magical Girl Hong, both with hollow, lifeless eyes.

The Lost Witch turned back and asked softly, “They’re your friends, aren’t they?”

Ash was stunned for a moment, shaking her head uncontrollably, “No, not, I don’t know them—”

“It must be so delightful to see your good friends, so wonderful… friends should be together, reunited after a long separation, lovingly close.”

The Lost Witch interrupted her, speaking gently, then raised her finger and drew a circle in the air, and the two Magic Girls behind her woke up.

Feng and Rainbow were kneeling in a pool of blood, their pale legs, the skirts splayed on the floor soaked in blood.

They opened their eyes hazily, seeing Ash on the altar.

“Ash… senior?”

They murmured in unison, their expressions distant, as though they were dolls.

“Tell me, who among them do you want to die first?” asked the Lost Witch slowly, her tone friendly.

“I, I don’t know them…” said Ash.

The Lost Witch propped her chin with her hand, asking curiously, “They’re calling you a senior. Don’t you really recognize these two adorable juniors?”

Magical Girl Ash clenched her teeth, shouting hoarsely, “I told you, I don’t know them—let them go—!”

Her words came to an abrupt halt, her pupils constricting like wheat awns.

In those constricting pupils, she saw the Lost Witch’s fingernails lightly lifted.

As her nails traced through the air, the heads of the two Magic Girls soared and fell onto the bloodstained ground with a “plop.”

The two familiar heads rolled slowly twice, coming to a stop at Ash’s feet.

Their faces were so close, their expressions as familiar as ever, yet no longer making any sound, just quietly soaking in the pool of blood, forming a bloody ripple behind their heads.

After a moment of silence, the rest of their bodies, following inertia, slowly fell into the pool of blood, splashing a crimson wave, splattering across Ash’s pale cheeks.

On the crucifix, the girl in the Gothic dress trembled in every corner of her body, her pale lips lightly pursed, her right eye stained with blood twitching with anger.

“Since you’re not answering, then let them die together.”

The Lost Witch said gently, looking down at the heads of the two, their faces still wearing confused expressions.

She raised her head, looking at the Gothic-dressed girl who was silent and trembling, her eyes void, filled with deep rage, “So what… does that matter?”

“So it is, these two dying is still not enough to drive you completely insane, then how about this person?”

The Lost Witch spoke slowly, gently raising both hands, smiling as she clapped.

With a crisp “clap” of her palms, a vacant figure with golden hair, blue eyes, wearing a red hat and a Christmas dress slowly walked from behind the massive gate of the entrance.

The moment she saw this figure, Magical Girl Ash’s blood-stained face twitched violently, her pupils shrinking to their limits as she involuntarily growled out the name.

“Xiaohongmao—!”