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Chapter 91 The So-Called Rebirth of the [Calamity Spirit]

Chapter 92 The So-Called Rebirth of the [Calamity Spirit]

"Isadora! Stop! You can't do this!"

"Can't what?" Isadora's eyes turned icy.

Just one glance.

Cecilia was rendered immobile by her terrifying aura.

Even breathing was extremely difficult, and his abdomen felt like it was being crushed by a boulder, causing him to suffocate.

"Let her fall into the demonic seed and become a member of our glory. If we fail to achieve that, then so be it. She'll just die and become one of those monsters."

"But, hahaha~" she laughed, "even if she turned into a monster, her mother would still go crazy searching for her remains and take her back, right?"

"Cecilia, this is what a witch should do, this is the true method!"

"The so-called gentleness only brings about a painless disaster, and the weakness that will ultimately lead to being killed by the enemy."

She lifted Clara up as if squeezing a balloon, a wicked grin spreading across her face: "Look, the girl writhing in pain, shaking her leg wildly, her nerves are so damaged she's incontinent, urinating, and naturally, she'll die in this world."

"It seems she won't have the chance to become a witch."

With a mere flick of his wrist, Clara was tossed against the wall like a lump of minced meat, her body beginning to contort and grow increasingly bizarre—

"In that case, her mother, who will feel the pain of her death, will be even more enraged and launch a full-scale attack, right?" Her eyes flashed red.

A villain, a truly wicked person.

It is also a demonic species that Cecilia hates—a monster that is truly despised in this world.

"That's the real method — Cecilia."

"I'll be my last resort in tomorrow's siege of the Duke's mansion, so go ahead and slaughter them all!"

"I remember you had a human you really liked? Is he there?"

"————" Cecilia bit her lip, her expression becoming increasingly terrifying.

Her aura turned violent, and as she watched Clara transform into a monster before her eyes—her heart was in unimaginable turmoil.

It is self-blame, anger at still not having enough strength, and hatred for the ignorant.

"Looks like he really is there? Don't worry, I won't touch him. Witches, after all, have their own preferences. We're partners, you know."

"Partners should help each other, of course."

Isadora walked over to Cecilia and patted her on the shoulder. "I—I was just teaching you how to hunt humans."

"Don't blame me, otherwise, if you are killed by humans in the future, all the witches will be sad—after all, you are our future."

"So, you want to restore my power to that of an Eternal Sage?"

Merrick seemed to have heard the biggest joke, and a smirk of pleasure crept across his face.

At this moment, Rhodes and Lilith sat in front of the sofa, and Professor Merrick was sitting opposite them.

"Well, given the current situation, we believe that if you were the most powerful being, no enemy would pose a threat," Rhodes said earnestly, still with a respectful tone.

The Eternal Sage, before those forbidden beings appeared, was undoubtedly the power standing at the pinnacle of the world.

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She is also a terrifying being capable of wiping out everything. At least, whether it is a hero who has been promoted five times or a saint who has been promoted six times, they are all ants in her eyes.

"That's true, but my problems are not something you juniors can solve." Merrick shook his head. "Give up."

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"We have to give it a try. At least tell us what caused your strength to drop, otherwise I won't give up."

"Tsk—troublesome fellow." Merrick's face darkened slightly. She was quite displeased that someone would voluntarily reveal their weaknesses, even though they were her own student.

But she also knew what kind of habits her student had—

She rested her chin on her hand and began lecturing to her student with dissatisfaction: "A simple explanation."

In this world, everyone's power is a unique technique belonging to their own consciousness.

Each person's technique is like a math problem, which can be solved with a perfect answer.

The problem is that my surgical technique is different.

Decades ago, it reached a dead end—in other words, an endless, unbreakable cycle of death.

Therefore, I have lost less than one-tenth of my strength, and the chance of breaking through is even more impossible.

Even though I prepared countless materials for repair, in the end no one could help me solve this problem.

It's a very simple reason: because I'm too strong, and also too unpredictable.

As a follower of the spirit god of wisdom and vitality, the power I wield is that of slaughter and corpses.

Therefore, beings of the same divine race cannot comprehend my question, and those of other divine races have even less opportunity to glean it.

Merrick spoke these words at length, as if instructing Rhodes in a classroom.

The purpose was not to make Rhodes actually listen, but simply to make him understand that restoring her power was absolutely impossible.

"I understand." Rhodes nodded.

Of course I understand. To put it bluntly, Merrick was just trying to figure out his own logic, which resulted in him making a mess of things.

This kind of question might be unrealistic for the average scholar, but—

"Lilith, can we give it a try?"

"I don't know." Lilith shook her head. "If it's something familiar, I can solve it, but if it's an elven god, it will indeed be very troublesome."

"After all, my power has only been upgraded four times, so it's quite difficult to unravel the mystery by mobilizing a large amount of energy."

"But—it's worth a try."

Lilith's calm voice faded as she held the teacup in her hands and took a small sip.

But these words sounded incredibly harsh to Merrick.

Her gaze was coldly fixed on Lilith—

From the moment she first met this guy at the academy, she knew that this so-called Lilith was no ordinary being.

That's why she warned Rod to "stay away from this woman."

She narrowed her eyes: "How presumptuous! To deduce someone else's techniques as if you've lived their entire life. Girl, how many years have you lived, and how many years have I lived?"

"—About the same size," Lilith replied after a moment's thought.

Merrick stared at Lilith.

"A human, about my age? Ascended four times?"

"Just the power we have now."

"Hehe, I see, how interesting—"

At that moment, Merrick was certain that the woman before her was almost identical to her—a being who, due to special circumstances, had fallen from her peak strength to this state.

"Although I don't know exactly what level you are at your peak, since you are so confident, it won't hurt to let you experience it."

Merrick gave a mocking smile, stood up, and beckoned with his finger as if toying with a dog;

"Come with me to the treasure vault, and try everything you can with the materials I've prepared."

"If you are truly capable of repairing my spell, then Rhodes, I will reward you with a prize that will absolutely tempt you."

"As for you, Lilith, feel free to take whatever you like from my treasure vault."

An exciting reward?

Rhodes' eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of curiosity suddenly appearing in them.