The Witch of the Cyberpunk Era

If it doesn't break, it won't stand, if it doesn't stop, it won't flow.

The environment is so harsh that ghosts have to suffer even in the underworld, so they become more anxious and angry.

The appearance of the Black Mountain Crusade Group seemed to break a dam, and a mighty tide of ghosts rushed to the end of the Styx.

"At least a few million ghosts..." Wei Shiyue flew high in the sky.

"I've never seen anything like this before." Falosa walked forward, and the ghosts consciously avoided the breath of the living. She was like a rock in the torrent, and ghosts like water rowed past her.

These ghosts are as solid as ice, and every time Farosa touches them, she feels chills through her bones, but this is exactly what she is after. She wants to read memories and emotions from the translucent foggy shells of ghosts.

Ghosts are really strange. The emotions and psychology that they tried their best to cover up during their lifetime are now clearly revealed, and they are transparent to each other, and there is no way to hide them.

Of the tens of millions of ghosts, only half died of natural causes, and more died of fighting, murder, disease and starvation.

"There are so many dead people. They are boundless. If they all return to the human world, it must be a grand event." Insta said naively.

"It's not good at all. The more dead people are, the more people are afraid of death, the stronger Pomorty's power will be." Yao Guang knew part of the principle of the mystic. Even though she had seen all kinds of strange things, she felt unprecedented Fear, if Pomorty shows up, it will be a hard fight.

At the end of the journey of the ghosts, Pomorty, the giant **** of the underworld, waits ruthlessly. After years of management, his power may be particularly strong.

"You're afraid of Pomorty, but the ghosts aren't," said the cyber goblin.

"Why? Pomorty is the mystic who rules the ghosts. The ghosts have no power to fight back. Once Pomorty shows up, no matter how many ghosts there are, they will be taken away." Yao Guang didn't care.

The ghosts beside him didn't show any wavering when they heard Yao Guang's words, what appeared more contempt and fearlessness from their glazed hearts.

"Look at these ghosts, they are not afraid of death, because they have experienced death; they are not afraid of pain, because they have suffered pain; they are not afraid of power, because they have walked on the road against power." explain.

"...Unbelievable..." Yao Guang couldn't understand. But she felt she was becoming part of something greater.

Yao Guang originally worked for the Company Alliance, as a special commissioner to fight against the ancient mystic, like a needle, constantly stabbing the enemy's weak point. And now she feels like a drop of water in the torrent, not only can she personally listen to the sound of the mighty waves, but she can also follow the waters to hit the iron wall!

The ghosts are approaching, and the Styx River is surging around them. As long as the ghosts walk along the Styx River, they can find the vortex gate for reincarnation and rebirth.

Faroza wandered in the afterlife, and thought it was funny. I used to hate the sun for being too hot, the winter wind for being too cold, the wind for being too strong, and the rainstorm for being too noisy... Now, in this pale and cold hell, I miss every minute and every second of the human world. .

She touches the ghosts with her hands and reads their life experience. Her thoughts fly so fast. Compared with Falosa's spiritual consciousness, a person's life is really condensed into a few lines of sentences, which can be read in the blink of an eye. Some people died of accidents when they were weak, some committed suicide when they had nowhere to go, some died of a terminal illness, and some died of middle-class families...

"Not a single witch." Faroza said suddenly.

"The souls of witches are not governed by the world after death, or even by the rules of this planet. After they die, they may return to the starry sky." Said the cyber ghost.

"The witches fell into the delivery rooms of mothers like meteors, and now I understand—witches have indeed seized the opportunity of human civilization to multiply. Every time a baby is 'occupied' by a witch, there will be one less ghost here. And the witches They cannot reproduce, if there are more and more witches, the ghosts can only look at each other in this afterlife world, with nowhere to go." Faroza said.

"The witches are really 'foreign, invasive' species." Wei Shiyue said.

Her words were probably not malicious, but Faroza was extremely offended.

Yes, there is no doubt that witches came to this planet from the land of stars, but over the years, witches have interacted and blended with human civilization, fought and cooperated, competed for competition space, tolerated unity, and let go of prejudice. In Wei Shiyue's mouth, there were only a few words left: Alien, invasive species!

Farosha is very satisfied, and now she will consciously think about things from the overall height of the witch. She can't lose her temper to accuse Wei Shiyue, and she shouldn't reply on a personal basis, she has to make it clear.

"There is no need to make a clear distinction. The witches did not come here voluntarily. We can only find a way to find out the greatest common interests between us. Everyone has to admit today: If this civilization does not have witches, it will be Very boring." Faroza chuckled.

Wei Shiyue didn't dare to face Falosa, but she said in her heart that she just didn't want to waste her words, so she fluttered forward, went over the ghosts to the maze, scouted, and then returned again.

"There is a fog ahead!" Wei Shiyue announced.

"Fog?" Faroza asked curiously.

"Thick fog, I saw many shadows in the fog, maybe harmless." Wei Shiyue said.

"There is no other way but to move forward now!" Hosoda Yoshiyuki shouted, "I also know that there is a fog in this place, I have seen hundreds of corpses in it, it's just frightening, it won't really hurt our!"

The wave of ghosts is more than a million people, boundless, they have been waiting for the right opportunity to attack, even if Yoshiyuki Hosoda yells to stop here, they are impossible to stop.

Fog looms ahead.

The misty miasma was indeed as Wei Shiyue said, extremely vast, but all the ghosts formed a boundless wave, plunged into the mist, as if two seas merged.

For victory and redemption.

"Let's go." Faroza walked into the mist calmly, and nothing could scare her.

Not long after entering the mist, the blood people who had been destroyed by the Law of Slaughter appeared from the mist.

So many people.

Falosa killed about 6,000+ medieval conscripts, robbers and mercenaries 1,000 years ago, 4,000 street gangsters in Aizu City, and over 12,000 Xisheng soldiers during the Nisto War, other times Miscellaneous killed more than 8,000 people...

Falosa counted her past achievements and felt that her efficiency in destroying human beings was quite low.

Over the years, only 30,000 people have been killed! Faroza secretly thought.

How can I improve my record and kill more dead?

She looked coldly at the **** people and pieces of flesh that kept popping up around her. They were the dead who were repeatedly cut and broken by Falosa with the Law of Slaughter. Many of them were killed by Falosa before they realized what happened. The law was cut.

There were so many of them that before the previous one had time to intimidate or angrily reprimand Falosa, the next phantom phantom pounced angrily, almost killing Falosa, threatening to completely destroy Falosa.

"You are like mud." Faroza said contemptuously. She was not trapped by the blood tide around her, but she was a little hard to tell the direction.

After the death of "Liar" Meka, the split soul became a weak god, the white cat Kari, who guarded the fog of death, looked at Falosa with a cautious attitude, and dared not touch the god-killing weapon. Touch the majesty of Falosa.

Falosa looked around, and the others seemed to see the dead in their own lives, most of them were meaningful to them. Ghosts can see many dead friends here, and before they go to the maelstrom to reincarnate, they can talk to these traces of the dead again and make up for the last regret.

Wei Shiyue saw her dead fans; Yao Guang saw the special operators of the company alliance who used to work with her; Yin Shita screamed, as if seeing something she shouldn't see.

Faroza walked through the **** ghosts and approached Yinsta, and the phantom of the mold lake was continuously generated from her side, as if pieces of women who were slaughtered and burned, more like witches. Witches do not leave traces in the afterlife, and Faroza believes that this is the recurrence of Insta's past fears.

"Who are they?" Faroza put her arms around Insta, something she never thought she would do, but Insta was visibly terrified.

"She—they..." Insta burst into tears.

She kept weeping, and Faroza kept wiping the tears from Insta's face, feeling bouts of boredom at the same time. This is Yinsta, the world's most hated and weird witch queen.

But in the process of stroking Yin Shita, she suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of responsibility, as if she wanted to raise and protect Yin Shita.

"Do you know these dead people?" Faroza asked.

"They, they live with me." Yinsta was terrified, and Farosha could clearly feel that Yinsta was trying to piece together and restore the truth from the past memory fragments.

The brain will protect people. When encountering the most terrible things, the brain will wisely erase the details of those terrible things, making people's memories hazy and avoiding secondary harm. Faroza pursed her lips and hugged Yinsta patiently. She found that she was slightly taller than Yinsta.

"It's all over," Faroza murmured.

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

Faroza looked at the hazy situation around her. It was in an unknown wasteland. Many women were caught, dragged out of hiding places, and then gathered to be beheaded, dismembered and burned. Even as Farosa gazed at the atrocity with the utmost restraint, she could feel a pain deepening on the knife's edge, as if the abuse against them was being repeated in Faroza.

This is what happened in the past, what happened 150 years ago, Faroza suddenly understood.

Yin Shita was the fish that slipped through the net in the massacre of witches back then!

The poor Witch Queen Insta was just a poor girl who watched her own race being slaughtered by humans 150 years ago. Their magic power was denied by the reality manipulator Yinfu Anak. How should I say it? Insta has been insane for 150 years because of the cruelty and violence she witnessed.

"It's over. Insta, it's over." Faroza moved her lips close to Insta's forehead and kissed gently. She felt a burst of sadness, "It would be great if you were my sister."

Insta sobbed softly.

"You...do you have a sister?" Insta asked.

Farosha sat down in the mist with Yinsta in her arms. She saw the figure of her mother appearing in the mist. Mrs. Madusa was standing in the mist. She was covered in blood, but she looked quite calm and was using She looked at Faroza and Insta with calm and patient eyes.

Falosa remembered that in her "memory", her mother and she lived a good life, but in reality, why did her mother look so miserable when she died in the mist? She thought dimly, and she couldn't tell the difference between fantasy and reality. UU Reading www. uukanshu.com

Insta cuddles against Faroza while the dead and corpses around them scream at them.

"We'll never get out." Insta closed her eyes.

"Lean in my arms, someone will rescue us. My heart is stronger than yours, so I will take care of you in the future." Faroza said softly.

"Hmm..." Insta hid in Farosha's arms.

Faroza turned her head and stared at the phantom of her mother's death. Mother, my dearest mother...I will never feel your arms again, but I am holding others in your arms now.

Insta breathed evenly, her eyes looked at the blood-stained Madame Madusa in the distance, and she also felt like a dream.

"Thank you..." Insta leaned all her weight weakly on Faroza.

Just lean on me, after all, you are so light. Faroza thought to herself.

Even if she knew that Yin Shita could never be her sister, the two could not be related by blood. But in Farosha's field of vision, Yin Shita's appearance gradually overlapped with the younger sister in his memory.

...You don't have to work so hard in the future, Yin Shita.

After an unknown amount of time, a figure emerged from the surrounding blood, and the cyber goblin reached out to rescue Farosha and Insta, who were exhausted from the misty phantom.

"It's time to get out of this boundless fog," it said. Mechs are never haunted by dreams.

Yes, yes, I cannot be bound by the mist. Farosha got up, hugged Yin Shita by the waist, and followed the cyber demon step by step to go out. With the guidance of cyber goblins, no amount of fog can stop them.

Then, my lord, I will come to see you again when I have a chance. Faroza turned her head to look at the fog of death, and bowed deeply.

Madame Madusa's blood-stained figure smiled slightly and watched them go away.