Chapter 184: The Witch’s Feast (Conclusion)

Chapter 184 -180: The Witch’s Feast (Conclusion)

Fifth floor, dance studio.

Jin Meiting and the other six Witches stood before a pitch-black wooden staff.

Evil Crow’s voice echoed from a distance:

“Seriously, trust me!

After you touch that staff, you’ll be able to absolutely crush the Seven People!”

Jin Meiting looked out the window.

Evil Crow had its two wings resting on the edge of the balcony, its body hidden beneath it, its shifty eyes peeking inside.

Little Bear frowned at Evil Crow:

“My sisters said you were strong, but why are you so timid?”

Evil Crow squawked:

“You think I’m timid?

That’s a Curse from the Western Emperor!

In other words, it’s the residual power of the Western Emperor in the Human World!

Even if your Dusk showed up, he might not be able to handle it!”

As soon as it said this, the six Witches, excluding Jin Meiting, glared at Evil Crow with murderous intent.

Evil Crow shrank back and said:

“I… I meant, Dusk can’t be bothered to deal with the Seven People.”

Jin Meiting stared at Evil Crow and said seriously:

“How did you escape from the Seven People?

I always thought you were dead.”

Evil Crow thought of the Human Emperor’s Pardon and fell silent for a moment before speaking:

“I know you suspect me. You suspect I’m part of a conspiracy by the Seven People, or that I’ve even betrayed you.

All I can say is, my loyalty to him is no less than yours.”

Previously, Evil Crow wasn’t exactly loyal to Jiang Chaosheng.

But now it was.

Jin Meiting nodded.

“I understand.”

With that, Jin Meiting grabbed the staff—the remnant of the Spear of Destiny.

Jin Meiting’s brow furrowed instantly.

She was a Succubus, a type of Hell Demon, a target of scorn and purification for the Western Emperor and his followers.

She could feel a terrifying Divine Power within this black staff, an exceptionally holy power of God!

Suddenly, a chill ran down Jin Meiting’s spine.

It was the feeling of being targeted by a supreme natural predator.

Jin Meiting swallowed hard and slowly turned around.

At the doorway stood seven strange figures in black robes, moving step by step into the room.

Jin Meiting’s heart pounded wildly, as if it would burst from her chest!

Every cell in her body was screaming at her: ‘Run!’

‘God has come to purify you!’

The other Witches were not faring any better.

Despair hung over every one of the Witches.

The Succubus’s Evil Mark on their lower abdomens, usually like a small furnace, was now as cold as ice at the bottom of a thousand-foot lake!

Jin Meiting gritted her teeth, her pretty face twisting into a snarl.

“Bitches, get ’em!”

The Witches’ eyes hardened with determination.

“For Dusk!”

They had just taken a step toward the Seven People.

The high heels on their delicate feet made a single ‘TAP’ against the floor.

The sound was like a clarion call, signaling the Witches’ charge against the Seven People.

But the Seven People reached them first.

They surrounded the seven Witches, each extending a hand to rest on a Witch’s shoulder.

Seven raspy voices sounded out:

“Pride…”

“Wrath…”

“Greed…”

“Envy…”

“Gluttony…”

“Lust…”

“Sloth…”

A thick darkness surged from each of the seven robed figures.

It was like a black cat from the void opening its great maw to devour the Witch who possessed the corresponding original sin!

The Witches were enveloped in darkness…

Evil Crow watched this scene excitedly, muttering under its breath:

“Get ’em! Get ’em!”

The Witches were not devoured. Instead, it was the Seven People whose black robes began to tremble violently.

Like a jammed blender.

…

Within the divinely created consciousness of the Seven People, different fragments of memory flickered nonstop.

These fragments were the Witches’ memories.

…..

The woman who bore the original sin of Pride helped a young girl find her confidence.

…

The young girl who bore the original sin of Wrath helped the oppressed fight back against their abusers.

…

The maiden who bore the original sin of Gluttony helped people with anorexia in the Mutual Aid Association return to a normal life, and helped those with depression fall in love with beauty and fine food, rediscovering their hobbies and the joy of living.

…

The woman who bore the original sin of Sloth helped overworked laborers, allowing them to embrace sweet dreams every night.

Beyond that, she also earned money daily through suggestive dancing, using it to fund an orphanage and a school for underprivileged children.

She had sung lullabies to those orphans and left-behind children.

Those poor children had sweet dreams.

They dreamt of their parents taking them to an amusement park, dreamt of living in a candy house.

…

The woman who bore the original sin of Lust used Seduction Art to entice unfaithful men.

Exposing the men’s filth in the end was her favorite kind of drama.

Many unfortunate women recognized the true nature of these scumbags and escaped their sea of suffering early.

The Seductive Demoness would flash a mischievous, frivolous smile.

…

The woman who bore the original sin of Greed infused her own Spiritual Power, or what she collected through Charm Art, into coffee, invigorating the customers who drank it.

Those office workers in the coffee shop were practically her own workhorses, being fed fodder.

Even after pulling an all-nighter, a single cup of her coffee would relieve all their fatigue.

Although the Greedy Witch was very stingy, and the coffee was very expensive.

…

That Succubus, full of envy, had actually founded the Witch Association and the Mutual Aid Association out of jealousy.

The Mutual Aid Association helped those suffering in the Human World, making their lives a little easier.

The Witches he had created gathered together, bringing blessings to countless believers.

…

The bodies of the Seven People trembled more and more violently.

“Using the power of sin… to perform acts of atonement!”

They spoke haltingly, like malfunctioning robots, with each of the seven contributing a word or two to complete the sentence.

After the Holy Son died, his resentment attached itself to the shaft of the Spear of Destiny.

The Western Emperor used the Holy Son’s resentment as a foundation to create the ‘Seven People’ to punish humans who possessed the seven original sins.

But who doesn’t possess one of the seven original sins?

Therefore, the Seven People were a Curse, a malicious Curse that judged the people of the world arbitrarily.

Do those who possess sin deserve to die?

But this ‘sin’ was defined by that lofty Deity on high!

He defined sin based on his own whims.

He passed grave judgment on the lives and fates of others, yet never once concerned himself with the suffering in the Human World.

Many innocent people wailed, ‘I am sinful! Please forgive a sinner like me!’

To carry out slaughter in the name of judgment—this was the true nature of the Seven People.

But the seven Witches were different.

They were the exact opposite, using the power of sin to perform great acts of kindness!

Their so-called demonic nature had defeated the so-called divine nature, completely shattering its lofty arrogance!

The darkness enveloping the seven Witches was withdrawn by the Seven People.

The Seven People turned and staggered away, walking crookedly like broken dolls.

After their hollow glory was shattered, all that was left was likely embarrassment and awkwardness.

They were actually trying to flee, not even caring about their main bodies!

Jin Meiting shouted sharply:

“Sisters! Strip their clothes off!”

The Witches rushed forward.

The once-arrogant Seven People were actually unable to resist.

They let these shameless vixens, who knew nothing of modesty, rip at their black robes.

All they could do was clutch their black robes tightly, not wanting to have their final shred of dignity torn away.

In the end, the Seven People failed. Their black robes were snatched away by the seven Witches.

The moment the black robes were in their hands, they became their new masters.

With a single thought, the black robes automatically draped themselves over their bodies.

The beauties were full of charm, dressed sensually, each an unrestrained vixen.

The black robes, however, were solemn, dignified, and filled with divinity.

The combination of the two made them look like missionaries from a mysterious sect.

The moment the black robes settled on them, a powerful and profound power descended upon them!

The Witches furrowed their lovely brows, collapsing to the ground in pain.

The Succubus’s Evil Mark on their lower abdomens felt like it was burning, scorching hot.

The essential power of the Succubus’s Evil Mark is Charm, but the power it produces differs according to the user’s personality.

This personality was, in effect, their original sin.

The black robes were bestowing upon them the Extraordinary Original Sin Power.

The Succubus’s Evil Mark on their abdomens grew hotter, and the aura around their bodies grew stronger.

The powers of Hell and Heaven intertwined, and their Extraordinary Level was rising!

Witch, originally just a title.

Now, Witch was a brand-new species of Extraordinary Creature!

An unprecedented type of Extraordinary Creature that possessed the powers of both Hell and Heaven simultaneously!

That power was called the Power of Original Sin!

This was especially true for Jin Meiting.

Her Extraordinary Level was already far beyond that of ordinary people, and as a Succubus herself, her level was now rising once again!

Evil Crow muttered excitedly from under the balcony:

“They already had the power of Demons, and now they’ve directly seized the divinity of the Western Emperor. Tsk tsk tsk, should I call them Demons or Angels now?”

Suddenly, Evil Crow sensed something was wrong.

‘Why are the Seven People still here?’

Without their black robes, the Seven People were seven masses of tangible darkness.

They had no solid form, expanding and contracting in the air without any pattern, like water.

The seven masses of tangible darkness began to intertwine…

The Spear of Destiny trembled violently and suddenly shot toward the seven masses of darkness!

Evil Crow’s eye twitched.

“Hiss! The Seven People are a Curse created by the Western Emperor using the Holy Son’s resentment.

So, the black robes are the Divine Power of the Western Emperor.

The things beneath the robes are the resentment of the Holy Son!”

Evil Crow flapped its wings violently, screeching at the top of its lungs:

“You all! Get out! Run!

You’ve dealt with the Western Emperor’s power, but the Holy Son’s resentment is still here!”

The Witches were currently undergoing a baptism of the Western Emperor’s power, no different from butterflies about to emerge from their cocoons.

They couldn’t be disturbed at this time. One wrong move could lead to their tragic demise.

Jin Meiting looked at Evil Crow with a plaintive expression.

“We can’t move, what do we do? You should go.”

The other beauties’ faces were filled with anguish, their lovely brows knitted tightly.

They looked utterly pitiful and helpless.

Divinity and demonic nature combining, two diametrically opposed forces merging—this method of raising one’s biological level was simply a nightmare-level torture!

The looks in these beauties’ eyes made Evil Crow’s… heart break.

“Dammit, if Master Hei finds his Hiding Device, I could casually obliterate the Holy Son’s resentment, you know!”

Evil Crow muttered to itself in frustration.

It had truly made up its mind to find its Hiding Device and reclaim its true power.

It had been too lazy to search before because it wasn’t sure if Jiang Chaosheng was worth risking its life for.

Now it was certain: Jiang Chaosheng was the reincarnation of that personage!

‘For His Majesty, I must be loyal, even if it means being ground to dust!’

At that moment, the seven streams of ultimate darkness had already merged with the Spear of Destiny and were gradually taking on a human form.

Evil Crow stared at the human figure suffused with pitch-black power, its pupils contracting sharply!

It was an old man dressed in a black robe, wearing a wide hood, his eyes tightly shut.

Black hair, black beard.

His face was one of compassion, lamenting the state of the universe and pitying the fate of mankind.

“This… this image… the Western Emperor?!”