That's not how you use a witch!

Chapter 37 Level 7 Evil Beast Attacks!

A moment later, the white spherical ball of light slowly landed—its true form, after losing its radiance, was actually a round iron ball.

Before Ronan could give any instructions, Li Yan, Hai Yue, and Scarlett rushed into the room one after another.

Advanced witches are highly sensitive to the magical energy fluctuations of unequaled witches, which is why they can accurately predict when Madel will advance.

However, as Scarlett said, each witch's advancement is unique—judging from their surprised expressions, they obviously did not expect that Madale would become this ball-like when she advanced (literally).

Despite their heartfelt wish that Maddale would succeed, the three of them worked together to move the iron ball to an open area on the outskirts of Thorn Territory, far from its core.

While it may not be as comfortable as a warm and cozy bedroom, it ensures that Thornridge remains unaffected in case of an accident.

Their survival experience taught them that while trusting their companions, they must also prepare for the worst.

"Don't worry, her condition is very stable, and so far her advancement is going smoothly."

Seeing Ronan's anxious expression, Li Yan said in a deep voice, "The time required for a witch's advancement varies from person to person. At the latest, it will be completed by sunrise, but it usually takes less than two hours. We will also keep you updated in real time and will report any developments to you promptly."

Ronan nodded deeply: "Then I'll have to trouble you!"

The three witches placed their hands on the iron ball one after another and closed their eyes to meditate.

Ronan waited silently to the side and gave orders to Bart, who had come upon hearing the news: the militia was placed under martial law at the highest level, and any suspicious persons were to be prevented from approaching Thorn Territory; the patrols were to be spread out to a distance of five miles, and any evil beasts discovered must be eliminated or warned immediately!

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At the same time, Medal opened her eyes.

She found herself in a room that was both strange and familiar.

The environment here was even better than the bedroom Ronan had prepared for her. The room was filled with expensive porcelain and spices, and even the window frames were adorned with exquisite carvings. A kind woman and a benevolent man picked her up…were they her parents?

The two familiar yet unfamiliar faces made Meidel realize that this was a memory from her childhood, when she was a wealthy heiress born with a silver spoon in her mouth.

"Oh my god."

Scarlett, in observer mode, blinked. "So, Little Mel is actually a rich woman?"

Li Yan tapped her: "Don't interrupt! Focus on observing!"

Haiyue silently estimated the value of the room, but after realizing that the calculation was too complicated, she gave up with mixed feelings.

Before Madale could even savor this fleeting moment of beauty, the surrounding scenery rapidly shifted, much like a child's perception of time as being ephemeral.

When her vision cleared again, she found herself in a cramped, dilapidated wooden hut, where a lame man was yelling at her to do chores.

That was her uncle.

When she was six years old, the war between the Blackrock Empire and the Duchy of Highburg forced her to separate from her parents. For safety reasons, her parents sent her to live with her uncle in a distant place in the Blackrock Empire.

Little did they know that the large sum of child support money wasn't spent on her, but instead went into her uncle's gambling funds.

Meidel spent nine dark years like this, every second of which felt incredibly real.

Her difficult childhood made her mature at an early age and shaped her quiet and reserved personality.

The girl couldn't help but wonder: Did she see her past memories during her advancement, or did she have a witch's dream that she has now awakened?

The moment memory and reality overlapped, I turned fifteen.

It was her birthday, and she secretly made a nonsensical wish: she wanted to become as hard as steel so that it wouldn't hurt when her uncle beat her.

While shopping at the market that day, a pile of goods suddenly collapsed, about to hit Mrs. Katie at her bread stall. Without thinking, Madame de Maidel pushed her away, but was hit in the middle arm by the heavy wooden crate.

However, she was completely unharmed and did not even feel any pain.

To her astonishment, she saw that the skin on her arm had the silvery-gray texture unique to steel.

That absurd birthday wish came true in this whimsical way.

When his uncle, who had come from elsewhere to make the purchase, heard the news, in addition to instinctive fear, a greed that went beyond instinct also rose in his eyes...

The next day, Madale was sent to the witch academy under the church.

Not only did the distant uncle receive a fifty-pound reward, but he was also granted the title of a devout believer by the church.

Madale then spent the next three years in the so-called Witch Academy: darker and cramped rooms, harsher reprimands and whippings from the supervisors, and battles against extremely dangerous evil beasts...

Until I started serving, every second felt incredibly long, and every pain was exceptionally clear.

The three witches who were watching remained silent.

"That beastly man!"

Scarlett gritted her teeth in anger.

Pain is the underlying tone of all witches, yet everything that Medallion suffered can be described as tumultuous even among witches.

Maddale finally felt conflicted and fearful. She wanted to wake up quickly, but she was also worried that everything in Thornlands was just a dream.

She couldn't tell the difference; she really couldn't tell the difference.

In the instant that this emotion arose, a figure, both strange and familiar, appeared not far away, gradually becoming clearer amidst the ever-changing scenes.

That figure... was it herself?!

Finally, the Marquis of Dragonfang Territory terminated his contract with her due to her increasingly severe corruption and decided to execute her.

The moment she put on the shackles, the figure finally walked towards her.

"Give yourself a quick death, stop enduring the suffering."

That "Meidel" voice was incredibly seductive.

"Let go of your obsessions and go to another world without suffering..."

"Hey! Don't listen to her!"

Scarlett opened her eyes wide, trying to warn the girl, but her efforts were destined to be in vain.

A moment later, a powerful repulsive force rushed towards me...

In reality, the three witches simultaneously opened their eyes wide and gasped for breath, as if they had been awakened from a nightmare.

"What happened?"

Ronan couldn't help but step forward to ask, but was pulled back by Li Yan, who had a solemn expression.

"The situation is terrible; we've all been kicked out. We probably have to prepare for the worst!"

Li Yan told Ronan that the difficulty of a witch's advancement is linked to the pain she has suffered in her life, because this pain will manifest as inner demons during the advancement process, and if she cannot bear it, she will be devoured.

Not only will they die and their souls perish, but they may also be possessed by their inner demons and degenerate into bloodthirsty and brutal evil beasts.

In the eyes of witches, all witches who successfully advance in rank live relatively good lives. They either encounter relatively enlightened lords, enjoy relatively comfortable treatment during their service, or find an organization after awakening and are not harmed by the wickedness of the church and nobles.

Those witches who wandered and suffered hardships almost all met their end when they advanced in their cultivation, or chose an even more tragic path of depravity.

Li Yan originally thought that Meidel was doing a little better, but after witnessing her experience, she realized that she was not without pain, but had been suppressing and enduring it all along, not wanting the pain to affect the innocent.

Even a string will eventually snap, and for a witch, that moment is often when she advances to a higher level.

Having said that, she summoned flames, completely enveloping the iron ball and turning it into a fireball. In the event of the worst-case scenario, she would instantly raise the temperature of the flames to its maximum.

Ronan instinctively wanted to stop him, but before he could speak, beacon fires suddenly lit up in the distance—these were warning signals for high-risk evil beasts that Ronan had set up.

In less than a minute, a patrol of militiamen on horseback brought urgent military intelligence:

A level 7 evil beast, the "Tyrant Python," has been spotted in the northeast direction. It is rapidly approaching and is expected to arrive in one minute!

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