In the Pacific Ocean, far from the border with China, a ship on standby is guarding the sea.

Suddenly, on its deck, a flash of white light!

Five figures staggered out of it!

"Ah!!h

Siltan's pupils widened in pain, he clenched his teeth tightly, and fell to his knees, but in the end he couldn't help but shout!

Junkai roared that the A-class night weapon was thrown down by him, and his left hand pressed his right shoulder.

There was not a trace of flesh and blood in the severed arm, it was full of completely charred residue!

Seeing this miserable scene, all four people around Siertan shivered in unison!

They used space jumping, the most advanced means of leaping developed in the association.

Just need to activate the crystal, and they can get out of the battlefield in an instant, but....

Even so, Siltan lost his right hand!

"How terrifying is the energy in that ring!?"

Celal swallowed hard in her heart, she clearly saw that the last electric laser of the other party could not even be regarded as a side hit, at most it had been hit from a particularly close place in Sirtan ...

completely annihilated one of the arms of a B-class powerhouse!

Who the hell is that person? With such power, why has he never heard of it in the Night War World!?

I remembered the scene where the other party took control of the storm just now and casually created a giant tornado.

All four of them were cold.

Compared to Siltan, who is holding an A-class night weapon,

That person was more like a natural disaster.

Siltan was still struggling in agony, his pupils full of unforgettable hatred and a crazy desire for revenge!

"That guy, that guy, I'm going to kill him, I'm going to kill him...."

"Kill his friends, kill his women, kill his parents, kill everyone around him..."

It's not the roar that I heard before, but a murmur that borders on obsession!

The burly Mogg couldn't help but feel cold when he looked at Siltan's appearance at this moment.

All five of them are B-ranked, but it is not for nothing that Siltan has the highest status.

Not to mention his long time in association, just with his madness and paranoia, as well as his ruthlessness and decisiveness, countless people are afraid to avoid him!

Marauder - Siltan.

This title is not only due to his ability to take a part of the power of others, but also to show his notoriety for acting resolutely and ignoring ethics!

Mogg looked at Siltan, who was fierce and resolute even if his right hand was broken, and muttered to himself that he must kill that person,

This was considered by many decades ago to be a bloody madman in the world of night warfare.

Thinking about it, this may be that his strength is far inferior to that of his bureaucrats, but compared to the other executive officers of the association, Siertan is far more wary and disgusted than them.

It is not even ruled out that some people are deliberately low-key, and many A-level midnight watchmen and Zero Riders of the Nightless Palace are not as well-known as Siltan in the night battle world.

"Lord Sirtan has failed, our plan has failed, it is best to leave as soon as possible, and the possibility of the A-level superior chasing after us cannot be ruled out."

Jean said to Siltan, his face trembling a little as he remembered the electric laser that had brightened the night in the dark rainstorm just now.

Fiercely glanced at Jean, Siltan's face was gloomy, and the deep killing intent was frantically converging under his eyes, he had already thought of several methods, starting from the person next to that person, making him exhausted step by step, and finally giving him a fatal blow!

"Okay, tell me to go down, return ......"

But in the end, Siltan decided to retreat, return to the Society, and accept whatever punishment he had.

But his mouth opened wide, and the sentence was stuck halfway, and Siltan felt that he could no longer move his mouth.

Because he couldn't move.

At the same time, the other four people also discovered the horror facts that made them almost horrified.

They can't move.

Then in the corner of their field of vision, their eyes trembled to find......

The dark-toned clown with an eerie smile mask didn't know when he was standing there.

In the center of the five, the teleportation magic array of the Black Rose appeared out of thin air.

The black cloth cloak draped diagonally over one shoulder was raised in the night breeze and melted into the night, the classical black long dress, the knots tied on the snow-white shoulders on the other side exposed to the air.

It is as beautiful as a figure coming out of an ancient parchment.

Siltan's pupils froze, and tonight, he saw it for the second time.

Witch.

He wanted to speak, but found that he couldn't even move his tongue!

Everyone else also felt cold all over their bodies, and their bodies gradually lost their temperature.

They couldn't speak, they couldn't move, they felt like they couldn't do anything right now but breathe and blink!

A thought flashed through my heart in horror.

- Mind control.

In the world of night warfare, there are countless ways to immobilize a person's body, but the most common is nothing more than the mind control that almost everyone on the mysterious side can do.

The so-called mind control, naturally, is not to use spells or anything to control you, if that's the case, as long as you put in enough magic/physical energy, you can break free, but now, whether it is Celal or Mog, they have invested thousands of energy points, and the body still has no reaction, which already says it all.

Don't use your ability, simply use your mental power far beyond you to forcibly cover your brain nerves, and use a method similar to deception to tell your whole body through your brain,

Don't move.

That's mind control.

This is the simplest and most brutal way to do it, although few people can do it.

"I didn't expect us to meet again so soon."

The witch took off her black cloth hood and chuckled as she looked at Stein, her long dark hair as if it were part of the night.

Even in this case, Mogg and Jean also found strangely that when they heard the witch's slightly hoarse voice, they were subconsciously fascinated in their hearts!

The half-blood bewitching face, mysterious and classical, is exactly the same as in the legend, and there seems to be some kind of madness in the depths of the seemingly calm black eyes that cannot be changed.

He said this, but no one answered.

Only then did the witch remember that they had been ordered not to speak.

But she chuckled, and did not care, and walked over and looked down at Siltan, her eyes glowing with a hot and obviously smiling but cold look, and she smiled softly, so that he could hear it alone:

"You scared my doll, so..."

The witch smiled mysteriously and charmingly, not caring at all about the last time this man took her heart, and her voice sounded in a bewitching whisper, like a sympathetic whisper.

"Die."

Siltan's pupils widened, and he watched as his hands moved on their own.

Swiftly grabbed his neck.

"Click... Yes... You...."

The dying spat out a few muffled words, and Siltan stared at the witch tightly.

And then even at the end of his life, he did not see the Lord whom he had always believed in, nor did he utter a complete word.

Even he couldn't see a bit of hatred in the witch's eyes that would make him feel happy.

I only saw madness and paranoia far beyond my own, and I don't know how much time I had precipitated.

Click!

A cracking sound rang out in Sirtan's neck, and he could no longer carry out his series of vicious revenge against Fang Ran.

Because the witch strangled everything that threatened her puppet in the cradle.

The notoriety of the Marauder-Siltan is gone forever.

The other four people who were frozen by the mind control watched this scene in horror, this time it was different from the plan called 'Witch Hunt' they had heard last time, they were unprepared to encounter the witch, and all that awaited them was death.

After all, this witch who has lived for an unknown amount of time is at the top of the list even in the camp of the Wanderer's Song!

But seizing the moment of Siltan's death, Mogg suddenly roared, and the wolf's fur spread on his body!

He roared, then broke free from his mind control by relying on his complete beast consciousness, grabbed the end of the sea and roared, hugged Jean and rushed towards the sea!

The witch straightened up, tilted her head and looked at this scene with some surprise, and the clown with a strange smile mask, greed, silently blocked in front of the two of them.

But unexpectedly, Mogg, whose eyes were red, looked at the greed in front of him with a knife in his hand, and threw Jean out directly!

Let the greed that was magnified in front of the eyes of Mogg, who was horrified and disbelievable, and the terrifying little mask that was thrown out of him, instantly transformed into the same fear!

Greed tilted his head to look at Jean who flew over, and raised the knife in his hand that looked like a dinner knife.

Then Jean watched himself gradually be dismembered by it.

And taking advantage of this moment, Mogg held the real target, the silent man who condensed the wall of air, and jumped out of the side of the ship.

"Ahh

The witch was finally surprised, then chuckled and raised her hand, a black light shooting out from her fingertips.

Pierced through the bodies of the two Moggs, but still seemed to have them falling into the sea.

The sea water was stained red with blood, and the witch took a look, and didn't seem to care that she had let go of the two, nor did she care about the A-class night weapon.

She turned to look at Greed, with intestines and stumps hanging from the knife, and an indescribable Jean on the ground, but quickly lost interest and turned to look at Seral.

Celal watched this scene in horror, she watched Siltan strangled by her own hands, watched Mog run away with the man and the night, watched Jean be dismembered by that monster in an instant, and understood despair and fear.

and the fact that he was abandoned.

The witch looked at Celal, who couldn't move, caressed her face with her hand, and said with a chuckle:

"It's really pretty...."

The witch stroked the delicate and beautiful face of Celal dressed for the ball, and continued:

"It just so happens that I need more medium to wake them up."

At the last second of losing herself, Sellar felt unbelievable that what she saw in the witch's eyes was a fiery and bright, but paranoid and almost crazy love......