The best dreams and the prettiest vows are all empty words if you don't live them.
"If I fail, then kill me, don't let me become that inhuman monster, don't believe in resurrection rituals, they're just living dead with empty shells ..."
Evelea bit down on her lower lip, holding the man whose body was convulsing and bleeding from all seven orifices in silence.
She now realized that the way Witcher took the magic potion was the same as the low ranked Sequencers, without the help of any power, all based on the hard resistance of the body.
Most of the higher order sequence pathways have their own ways of suppressing, or perhaps transferring, the negative effects of magic potions.
It was also the first time she had seen someone use their body to harden themselves against a high level magic potion...
Not knowing how long she had been silently praying, the witch used her last prophecy spell of the year with some trembling.
Broken images were strewn everywhere, because the subject of observation was undergoing the transformation of a high-grade magic drug, his path of destiny became extremely unstable, breaking and continuing at times, making it difficult to piece together a complete picture.
Seeing that the prophecy spell was about to fail, she hastily transferred the spell to herself.
[He survived: they were together for more than ten years, and one snowy winter, with the help of that nasty warlockess, he himself gave birth to a crying little witch in a little red-roofed building.]
[He survived: but his brain was so badly damaged by a mind-magic potion that he lost all his memories, and he drew a sword against himself, and was finally discovered and taken in by the Church, and she and the warlock plotted to join forces to rescue them, but it ended in failure, and he put an end to them with his own hands.]
[He underwent a mutation: he turned into a frost-speaking dragon that mastered the frost and mind sequences, and its appearance alarmed the Church, and the ensuing outbreak of battle froze the entire city below, with millions of living beings ambushed in frost and snow, and himself and the warlock teamed up to assist, but in the end were outmatched, and all three of them were decapitated by the enraged Church.]
[He was possessed by an evil god: he himself fell into his favor, ▓▓amp;*$▓∞▓▓▓▓@#$▓▓-]
[He died: she herself escaped the mad warlock's pursuit by virtue of her rebirth trait, and ended up hiding in an unnamed hamlet, where she soon fell silently with endless remorse because of the loss of the Man of Destiny.]
"Pfft..."
The witch with a line of tears hanging on her face was seemingly crying.
She had figured out what she had to do.
if
in case
He's really close to failing...
Immediately, he himself chanted 'Night of the Witch' to summon the gaze of the evil god.
She would rather fall to the evil god's dependents than accept those miserable fates.
"You've got to hang in there..."
The witch hugged the Man of Destiny in silent tears.
On the first day of taking the magic potion, he had been vomiting blood, and large swathes of blood transformed by transcendental activity colored the entire sea of flowers red.
The next day, his body temperature began to show severe ups and downs, and when it was cold it could freeze the entire cave, only when it was hot did it not have an effect on the surrounding area, but his body was like an oven.
On the afternoon of the third day, his symptoms suddenly began to diminish drastically, and all the omens proved that he had resisted the transformation of the magic potion, and the face of the witch, who had already been reborn several times, blushed with ecstasy.
Finally, waiting until the fourth day, he awoke and slowly opened his eyes, and she saw a pair of vertical pupils that looked like a viper's, and diamond-shaped scales looming on his skin.
It was only after a long time that the characteristics of the dragon species in his body slowly faded...
...
Eleazar's eyes looked upward with a vacant stare.
The pain of having his mental space shattered and rebuilt had left him without the strength to think.
It was a long time before he asked in a hoarse voice, "What time is it?"
The witch, who had been silent, then hugged him with tears of joy.
"It's been a month, and the school has probably expelled us~"
Eleazar's eyes took on some color then, slightly skeptical.
The witch behind him buried her head in his shoulder.
"I want to go many, many places with you~"
Eleazar pulled out her pocket watch with some difficulty and opened the cover, hitting her hard after seeing that the hour hand inside recorded just eight more revolutions.
"You lied to me again!"
The witch squirmed a bit, "You had me so worried..."
Eleazar held her hand back, wordlessly comforting her for a moment, then closed his eyes to feel it silently.
In his own mental space, there was an additional empty island of the mind.
[Magic Potion Residue: 1000/1000]
Empty island means incommunicable, not really there, untouchable.
It's a very powerful isolation of the mind.
By placing his spiritual will on the unreachable empty island, I'm afraid that it would be difficult for any spiritual spells to affect him in the future.
I just don't know if the Evil God's spiritual pollution has spread up there.
Being a high level mind pathway magic potion that also comes with a variety of mind abilities, he is able to forcefully rewrite the opponent's mind through his gaze, such as fear, hypnosis, frenzy, suggestion, and all sorts of mind domination.
At the thought, Eleazar tilted his head and said quickly the moment he met those scarlet eyes:
"You're a puppy!"
Evelea's gaze quickly drifted off for a moment, her cherry-colored lips flicking open with extreme reluctance.
"Woof~"
After a few seconds, she came back to her senses and immediately pouted and whacked him.
"Nasty, you bully me!"
She broke Eleazar's head in anger, her big scarlet eyes looking down.
"You're a pig! You're a pig! You're a pig!"
Apparently, she had also taken the Mind Pathway magic potion, and had the same uncommon ability of mind suggestion.
The powerful force dominating the mind loomed down, and seeing that Eleazar was about to learn how to squeal like a pig, but very quickly opened his clear eyes in the mental island of emptiness, he retorted:
"You're the pig!"
"Wha-"
Seeing that even her mind powers were useless, the witch wailed in anger.
Well, one would never be randomly teased by her seduction again.
Eleazar patted her contentedly, then sat up.
"Well, let's get back, are you hungry, I'll buy you dinner."
Evelea gestured to herself and his body, "Don't you want to wash?"
Eleazar lowered his head, only to realize that there were withered blood scabs clinging to both of them everywhere.
Somewhat sourly lifting off this dead skin like stuff, he asked, "Let's get out before we find a place to clean it."
"No oh, I have it right here~"
After saying that, the witch clapped her hands, and the sea of flowers under her feet slowly parted, revealing a steaming hot spring.
The Witch's Lair is truly magical...
Eleazar glanced at her, but realized that she had been waiting for her to look over, the pupils of her scarlet eyes glowing with a moving light.
This guy is still trying to get himself in the head with charm as before.
Eleazar scoffed at her, "Ha, it doesn't work anymore."
Evelea deflated, looking lost, but her palms surreptitiously broke open a pill bottle behind her back, then suddenly held it out with the help of a pouncing, pampering gesture.
Eleazar watched this with some amusement, and lowered his head to sniff hard after realizing that the bottle was simply an herbal extract.
He didn't react at all.
The witch was frozen in place.
Eleazar laughed darkly, "Are you a fool, I've been through over a decade of toxic trials, I'm immune to all herbal effects as long as I want to be."
"But if you want to die, I can fulfill you."
With that, he shouldered the witch and walked down to the water...
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