A witch's feast may sound like a banquet hosted by or attended by a witch, or an intimate dinner between witches. None of the above three statements are wrong, because a real witch's banquet contains the above three points, first, the organizer must be a witch, and preferably a senior witch. Second, the people attending the banquet also need to be witches, and there is no need for them to have any qualifications here, as long as they are born with the blood of witches, they will have an invitation ticket to the table. As for the third, it is true that the banquet belongs only to witches, and those who are not witches have only two possible identities in the banquet, guests and dishes. To put it simply, a witch's feast is a magical ritual in which the life of a "dish" or something else is sacrificed, accompanied by a witch, and the "guests" are entertained.

It is impossible to determine how long this ritual was present in the witches' tradition, and perhaps only the oldest witches can vaguely obtain this part of the memory from their distant memories. But what is certain is that the reason why the witches are vulnerable to the detection and expulsion of the local population is largely related to this feast. Some witch groups obsessed with magic will even fanatically make the feast a ritual that must be held every once in a while, and the more witches who participate in this ritual, the larger the feast will be. It is said that the largest witch gathering in history took place on this occasion, and it is said that these participating witches took advantage of the darkness to sneak into a sleeping city, turning all the men, women and children of the city into dishes, and feasting on the demon lord, known as the source of the plague.

Then since this is the case, the existence of being qualified to be a guest of such a taboo banquet is also clear. Demons and demons are of course frequent guests at banquets, and both of them have always refused to come to witches who will offer sacrifices to please them, and it is even rumored that witches have taken advantage of the banquet to deceive the devil into his services, which is something that is completely unimaginable under other circumstances. The Lost Witch Clan does not rely on these two existences, and while the Great Witch does not prohibit members of the Witch Clan from coming into contact with either of them, the Witch Colony does not touch them in the name of the group. This means that no demon or devil would have a reason to come to Lost Heart Bay at this time, after all, it was a banquet without invitations, especially if it was only hosted by four young witches.

So, it's clear what will be attracted to this banquet. It must be something that has enough power to help witches out of their predicament, and would be interested in this kind of ritual, and is itself near Heartless Bay. To put it simply, the attendees of this banquet are evil beings who are in some ways more dangerous than demons and devils. But now the witches have no choice.

Soon, the deepest part of the room was emptied, and a magic circle painted in white wax oil symbolized the table of the banquet, in which the Lothar and the networm were placed were the dishes. Witch rituals are always very secretive, so to block out possible distractions and curious glances, Hela uses the meat she already has in the kitchen as a barrier. Outside the barrier, Sach, the mountain monsters, and Fioni struggled to resist the toad-like monsters that tried to get closer, while inside the barrier, the witches were stranded in the dim candlelight. Banquets are not just about eating and drinking, witches, as hosts, have an obligation to delight their guests with their bodies. And those deformed seeds born after the frenzied feast can also be used by witches to release forbidden magic.

"I hate this kind of banquet. Peg frowned and covered his body with his arms. Probably somewhat influenced by the spirit of the gray-robed mage and the blue lion, she was now a little unable to accept the frenzied pleasure mentioned by the elders of the witch group when they introduced the banquet ceremony. This is not to say that Peg rejects pleasure, but pleasure should also be moderate, and once pleasure expands uncontrollably, it seems to be no different from pain, both of which are poisons that will make people indulge in it.

Hela patted Peg on the shoulder sympathetically to comfort her, and although she was not as shy as the latter, it was clear from her eyes that the Grave Lady was not happy to perform such a dangerous ceremony. It's just that since this is the Great Witch's instructions, and Qili and Karen have also shown enthusiasm, she has no reason or ability to oppose those two compatriots. As for Lothar and the networm, that's really out of Hela's radar, she's not a man of empathy, at least not for the adults.

Karen stood on the other side of the circle and gestured to the other three to start. The four witches began to move slowly around the circle of wax and oil, at first, they just walked around the circle, and then, the stride of the witches began to change, they began to jump in small steps, and their upper bodies followed suit, as if they were imitating the aquatic plants in the sea. At the same time, the eyes of the four witches gradually lost focus as their bodies moved, and their mouths were open, silently chanting a name that was about to appear here to announce their home.

The sound of the water churning came from the cracks in the tiles beneath the witches' feet, and a dark blue and white viscous substance slowly spilled down the cracks, pushing Lothar and the networms away in both directions. A strange and distorted statue that gradually takes shape in the candlelight. When the witches stopped their frantic dancing and regained their ability to think, they saw a terrifying figure standing in the center of the circle. It was something like a burrowing eel living at the bottom of the seabed, protruding from the floor tiles, its fat, stout cylindrical body almost flush with the top of the room, and from the middle of the body, the bifurcations of varying thickness but at least about the waist of an adult hung softly, and the front of the bifurcation was the head of an ugly eel.

The existence in front of them has exceeded the expectations of witches, and even demons and devils will use a passable appearance when they appear in front of people. But what was in front of him was like a tree made of pure evil thoughts, and it exuded a cold, suffocating despair. If they knew that it was this kind of thing that they were going to feast on, I am afraid that the witches would rather choose to go against the wishes of the great witch. But this is already the case, and it is too late to regret it, Jia Lun, as the most responsible person among the four, swallowed his saliva and plucked up the courage to try to speak.

"Thank you, Excellency, for your willingness to deign to come to our feast. My companions and I are immensely honored to have you here. ”

"Did you hear that? she said she was honored!" a screeching sound came from an eel's head that opened its mouth, revealing two rows of sharp teeth inside.

"She's honored? We don't. An indifferent voice came from the other head.

"We've always been like this! She's the first human we've ever seen without frightening!" another voice said.

"She's not the first, there are three more there. ”......

More and more voices, more and more dense words came from the mouth of the monster's countless heads. They don't seem to have a unified mind, and each head wants to prove itself right, or is simply trying to trouble the other head's point of view. So the quarrel soon began, and the eels were intimidating each other, and even the more grumpy ones had already wrenched with the eels next to them.

"I had a hunch that our banquet was going to be fun. Qili looked at the existence in front of her with interest and said.