dark witches rise

Chapter 62 I Curse You!

You can't escape, you can't fight, if you want to survive, you can only...

"It's all a conspiracy by that damned Leif!" Brand argued, "It's that bastard who bewitched me!"

"Brand, it's too ugly." Roja sighed.

"... Leff is dead, we can use him as a medicine primer to refine a potion that can increase magic resistance, and we can work together to pass the wizard's trial."

"If I knew today, why was it in the first place?"

"Do you have to kill me? Do you have to do it so terribly?"

"Brand, do you know how I was ambushed by you just now, and when you learned that you were going to use me as a medicine to refine the potion, what did you think?"

Roja looked up at the sky, white clouds drifting across the blue sky.

After being silent for a while, Roja said softly: "I don't have any special feelings. Isn't it natural to sacrifice others for the sake of strength and success?"

"I've already planned to be surrounded by enemies, I've already prepared to be stabbed in the back, I've already..."

"Ready to face death."

Roja stood up and looked directly at Brand, "In order to become stronger, you are going to kill me. I am not as skilled as others and died. I will never hate you."

"But if I am stronger than you and have the strength to fight back, I will definitely not show mercy!"

Roja held the sword and walked towards Brand step by step.

Every time Roja took a step forward, Brand took a step back.

After Brand leaned against a boulder and could no longer retreat.

He looked at Roja who was approaching constantly, and suddenly laughed with distorted expression, "Since a guy like you can do it, then I can definitely do it too!"

After finishing speaking, Brand roared.

"Uh-"

All the muscles in Brand's body were swollen and twisted, and blood vessels were swimming under the skin like earthworms.

puff!puff!puff! ——

As Brand kept roaring and exerting force, the muscles on his body cracked like dry bark, and the blood vessels burst like bursting water pipes.

In an instant, Brand was soaked in blood, but he was laughing loudly.

"Is this magic power?" Brand clenched his fists tightly. "Haha, in front of this power, the big knight is as weak as a mouse!"

Brand's face was contorted in pain, and his whole body made the sound of burning flames.

Brand actually inspired the blood!
Even Roja can only dare to do so with the assistance of the certificate of twin souls to stimulate the bloodline to guide the magic power.

Brand?
If Roja took water carefully through the broken faucet that sprayed water, then Brand smashed the water pipe directly.

The price is definitely not as simple as getting wet.

Sure enough, Brand failed to attack even once, and collapsed to the ground, howling in pain.

Roasted by the magic power of Rampage, Brand's body continued to dry out and scorched black.

"No, it's impossible——"

"How could I die? How could I fail?"

Memories of the past came to Brand's mind.

It was a sea of ​​fire!
His beloved, his relatives, his children, the most important people in his life were struggling painfully under the scorching flames.

And he could only watch all this with tears in his eyes.

"I can't die yet!"

"I want to become stronger! I want revenge!"

"Hey ah ah-"

Driven by hatred, Brand, who had already fallen to the ground waiting to die because of the magic power, actually stood up staggeringly.

"Relying on the will to suppress the blood and control the magic power of the runaway? Can the power of will really be so strong?" Roja stepped forward and pierced Brand's chest with a sword.

"Ok!"

Brand stared at Roja with hatred.

He felt just a little bit off.

He has suppressed the blood of the rampage, and he has been able to control the frenzied magic power.

Just give him a little more time, and he will be able to gain a powerful force beyond the Grand Knight.

Roja...

He stared at Roja with blood and tears, "I hate! I hate you! I curse you!..."

Until he died, Brand still stared at Roja tightly with bloody and tearful pupils, his eyes filled with negative emotions such as unwillingness, anger and hatred.

Those with terrifying eyes and a little weak willpower may be haunted by nightmares for the rest of their lives.

But Roja... smiled.

"Hey, do you have the right to hate me?"

"Thinking that you have a miserable life and a painful past, the world must give in to you? Others must understand you and sympathize with you?"

"Obviously felt the pain of being abused by the strong because of the weak, but after becoming strong, he bullied the weak without mercy."

"Those maids who were tortured to death by you, when they wailed and begged you to spare their lives, did you feel a little unbearable?"

"Just a scum like you still curse me?"

In Governor Craigie's mansion, the violent and inhuman Brand tortured and killed seven or eight maids serving him.

Such a scumbag attacked him first, but he killed him in the end.

Still hate him?
And curse him?

Ha ha!

Roja sneered and injected vitality into the holy sword.

Under the effect of the power of oscillation, explosions like firecrackers resounded from all over Brand's body.

When Roja's holy sword returned to its sheath, Brand's body had already turned into dust.

Until this time, Roja, who was disgusted by Brand, felt a little better.

……

Go back to Governor Craigie's mansion.

Looking at Roja who came back, Ron was a little surprised.

"I didn't expect you to be the one who came back alive." Ron looked a little happy when he said that.

Roja carefully looked at Ron, the man who came two months earlier than him.

On the first day he came to Governor Craigie's mansion, he met Ron.

At that time, Ron was full of malice towards him, and muttered to him, "Here comes another guy who wants to die."

He always felt that he would one day become enemies with Ron.

Thinking about it now, he was superficial.

"You know?" Roja asked.

"Hey, only you are kept in the dark." Ron replied.

"How did they know that the people who participated in the Green Grass Trial were used as medicine to refine potions?"

"When you ask this question, you already have the answer in your heart."

"...That's it."

Roja already knew that Governor Craigie didn't like him, but he didn't expect to be so disliked to this extent.

Among the four of them who participated in the Green Grass Trial, they actually chose him as a sacrifice?

It can only be said that it is not unreasonable that Governor Craigie has not even trained a wizard apprentice for so many years.

Governor Craigie's vision is too bad!
Roja guessed Governor Craigie's selection criteria - crazy, no bottom line, unscrupulous.

In the view of Governor Craigie, the more such a person is, the higher the probability of becoming a wizard.

So he took a fancy to Brand, who was immersed in revenge and had gone crazy and lost his humanity.

I chose Leif who used all the people and things around him and had no bottom line.

Such a person may really be more likely to become a wizard.

But Governor Craigie, who pays too much attention to appearances, completely ignores one of the most important factors—strength!
You don't have to be crazy to be a wizard.

It's because wizards have the power to do whatever they want, so they are qualified to be crazy!
It's not that he can become a wizard because he has no humanity, but because a wizard is too powerful, so powerful that he is a different species from ordinary people, so he loses his humanity.

Governor Craigie has causality completely wrong.

"You actually ignored me, who is the strongest and most determined, and chose two clowns?"

Roja felt deeply speechless towards Governor Craigie.

He looked at Ron in front of him.

Looking at Ron, whose body was covered with green and black toxin bruises, he asked, "Don't you want to pass the grass test? Why didn't you participate in the siege of me?"

Ron laughed, "The reason why the trial is a trial is to temper the strong and weed out the weak. It's better to die as soon as possible for the trash who takes shortcuts even in the mere grass trial."

Seeing Ron's leaving back, Roja felt for the first time—this man could be with him.

(End of this chapter)