Chapter 369 The Evil Witch's Invasion - Socially Anxious Witch in the Apocalypse

The scarred middle-aged man was utterly perplexed. Was this witch before him not a newcomer, but an NPC? Su Miao glanced coldly at the scarred man, causing him to instinctively retreat a few steps. This person bore no direct malice, yet wasn't entirely trustworthy. Each time Scarface entered a new instance, he would first familiarize himself with his teammates, assessing who might serve well as cannon fodder, as useful pawns, or who was best not to provoke. But this situation was undoubtedly too peculiar. First was the strange nature of the instance's objectives. The mission details were as follows: Task 1: A lost civilization faces invasion from an evil witch. Assist the gods in finding and killing the witch; otherwise, all will perish. In this task, the world's will is constraining the magical laws of the lost civilization to the utmost, limiting the witch's powers. Seize this opportunity. Task 2: Survive as long as possible. "Witch, you are the witch..." Fear overtook the scarred man's expression. Su Miao elegantly raised her hand, though the anticipated invisible Mage's Hand did not materialize. The scarred man's look was one of shock. For a moment, he felt death approaching, though nothing transpired. He suddenly realized, pointing at Su Miao, "The master deity said that in this lost civilization, all magical laws are maximally restricted. You can't use magic." "Without the master deity's proof, you are the invading evil witch! A witch without magic is nothing." The scarred man became excited. He bravely stepped forward, only to feel the world spinning around him the next second. That headless body, spurting blood—it seemed to be his own... Maximal restriction of magic doesn't mean complete negation; it merely reduces its potency. At least retrieving weapons from her magical space posed no barrier. Su Miao stood, hefting a re-forged silver sword. The other now-alert chosen ones of the master deity looked at Witch Su Miao with horror. Scarface had spoken loudly, sharing all that should and shouldn't be said, making it all perfectly clear to them. They knew too much; survival might be the only escape, and Scarface's analysis had stirred their hearts. Such thoughts, in Su Miao's eyes, were evident malevolence. She advanced gracefully. No one saw how Su Miao swung her sword. Those conscious couldn't even beg for mercy; their lives were snuffed out instantly. As for the unconscious, Su Miao spared them no glance, focusing instead on the train now plunging into chaos. Thanks to the clues from Scarface, Su Miao deduced that several surviving evil gods must have learned of her killing the draconic demon god. Consequently, they banded together, setting a trap on her path, leading her into this so-called [Pantheon Space]. Why wasn't it referred to as the Master Deity Space like in films and animation? The Pantheon? Understandably, it suited a scheme brewed by a group of evil gods—a pantheon seemed fitting. Moreover, was this world she faced called the lost civilization? Maximized magic law restrictions? Without being able to unleash Starlight Bloom, would she fail to slay the evil gods? With a deafening roar, the train derailed, hurtling into the distance. At that moment, Su Miao sliced through the train carriage, stepping outside. At her feet, yin and yang manifested, clouds swirling, supporting her gracefully in the sky. In the distance, the derailed train collided with a minefield, exploding repeatedly, reducing the massive train to rubble; survival for any passengers seemed unlikely. Su Miao drifted gently to the ground, gazing upon a city basked in the last light of twilight. The city's appearance mirrored many ruined parts she had encountered. This must be the true visage of the ruins. Beautiful. As ephemeral as an epiphyllum. As Su Miao turned her gaze to the city, six figures took flight from within. "The witch is here. She's unable to use magic. Kill her!" One brandished a thunderous spear, leading the charge. They were pseudo-god strongmen of the Pantheon Space, long stalled at this level. Earlier, the Pantheon Space had issued them a mission: Invoke their divine protector role, slay the invading witch from the lost civilization, and ascend truly to godhood. In this task, the world's will would maximally constrain the magical laws of the lost civilization, limiting the witch's powers—an opportunity they couldn't ignore. Ascend to godhood! How could they decline such a task? Especially when the witch seemingly couldn't even utilize magic—an opportunity not to be squandered, knowing not when it might arise again. Pseudo-gods naturally needed a grand entrance, forgoing this would render their debut a failure without spectators. Su Miao glanced at these individuals. One wielded lightning, forming a spear to strike. One froze space, intending to completely immobilize heaven and earth. One rose in the void, conjuring a lightning-tornado to wreak havoc. One manipulated the void, opening a spatial turmoil passage, aiming to exile Su Miao to a rift, where chaos would claim her. One transformed into a massive Kunpeng, soaring upward before diving with lethal intent. Wherever a person passed, vegetation withered, an enigma of toxic potency. Such toxicity left one questioning their survival. Su Miao recalled Sun Collector at Yang Mountain, whose body had transformed entirely into poison, thriving vibrantly and causing chaos daily. Their attacks reduced the city to dust in their residual impact. Six pseudo-gods, terrifying indeed! From appearances, these were individuals forged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Yet compared to the dreaded shadows of evil gods, these were nothing. … "Everyone, leave the witch to me; I'll greatly assist in your next godhood opportunity." "Next time? Is it in thousands or even tens of thousands of years? Can we await the chance?" "Who would resist the allure of god-slaying?" "What's the bickering about? If you want the witch, prove your strength." "If you won't relent, don't blame me for being ruthless—I'll kill you all." "For years I've waited, how many I've endured for a chance at godhood—ha! Who dares stand in my way?!" Though six pseudo-gods voiced threats, none ceased their assault, each resolved to slay the witch immediately and seize their divine ascent. What's a god's greatest power? Laws. When laws are wholly constrained, even the mightiest god becomes but a lamb to the slaughter, easily felled. Moreover, they hovered on the brink of godhood themselves. This rare opportunity couldn't be forsaken! Malice, sheer malice. Su Miao faced the oncoming malevolent tide, silver sword at hand, Tai Chi flowing, footfall forming yin-yang, dissolving their oppressive momentum entirely. With a swift gesture, clouds coalesced above as a massive Tai Chi emblem, enveloping the sky and land. Su Miao gracefully leapt into the nine heavens. Before her, clouds condensed into a colossal thousand-meter sword, locking onto her six adversaries. They found their bodies suppressed by the heavenly realm itself, significantly sapping their unleashed attacks. "What's happening? Wasn't the witch's law supposed to be constrained?" "If constrained, how can she still be this strong?" "This can't be a terrestrial immortal!" "Terrestrial immortal? I've seen them, none wielded such power!" "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! The mission said she's a new god—a new god..." "Why panic?! The witch isn't using magic, indicating her magical laws are indeed limited. It's the prime god-slaying chance, attack!" No time for further speculation! The massive cloud sword descended, and the six pseudo-gods surged forward instead of retreating. Just as one last voice mentioned, they wouldn't believe a witch devoid of magical laws could muster much might, even if newly godly. Boom! The void erupted massively. The lightning-wielding pseudo-god watched as his lightning was devoured by the clouds, strengthening the descending sword's might. The tornado conjuring pseudo-god discovered his storm uncontrollable, enhancing the sword's magnitude. Caught by the sword's lock, the Kunpeng-transforming pseudo-god found himself immobile, casting doubt on the authenticity of the Kunpeng powers bestowed by the gods. The space-freezing pseudo-god hit by the sword grimaced as his void shattered. The pseudo-god who attempted to open a spatial rift and unleash space turbulence against Su Miao found himself propelled into the chaotic void of his own making in a desperate bid to escape. Meanwhile, the poison-laden pseudo-god let out a furious bellow, channeling everything he had into one final assault. His body, a vessel of poison, was impervious to harm. As long as the poison's effect overtook the witch first, he was assured she would perish. With a single strike, the six pseudo-gods were severely injured. The poison pseudo-god staggered, relieved just to have survived. As long as he lived, everything would be fine—and now injured, the poison would surely spread with his blood. Determined to end the witch, he gambled everything, intensifying his toxicity beyond previous limits. The poison pseudo-god held an unshakeable belief: anyone touched by his venom would surely meet doom. Yet, in the next moment, his gaze dropped to his chest in disbelief. Somehow, unbeknownst to him, a sword had pierced through him. Around the punctured area, it seemed as though space itself had been cleaved, and a fearsome, annihilative energy spread from the wound throughout his body. Then he remembered. Amidst fending off the cloud sword, the witch had unleashed a slash from her silver sword aimed at him. Given the shattered remnants of the cloud sword's energy everywhere, he hadn't noticed it at all. The poison pseudo-god desperately attempted to channel his energy to seal this breach. For a pseudo-god, a mere bodily puncture should be inconsequential. But no matter how he tried, he couldn't mend it. More horrifyingly, he realized with a jolt that the energy radiating from the wound was not only ravaging his flesh but also obliterating his very soul. “How is this possible?” “Isn’t she supposed to be a witch? Didn't they claim her magical laws were restricted?" In panic, the poison pseudo-god's attempts to heal the breach unveiled a grim revelation. Because he saw the true gods, beckoning him onward, calling him to them. The poison pseudo-god resisted, for these were true gods slain by the witch's very sword, but his body could no longer remain. He held on for a second longer before his body detonated, unleashing his poison-laden blood and extinguishing his soul. Elsewhere, the pseudo-god who had fled into space turbulence inexplicably found himself expelled by Su Miao's sword energy, his body battered and bloodied, a ghastly sight. Gazing upon the poison pseudo-god's demise, horror filled his eyes, and the poison's residue splattered toward him. Grievously injured and freshly emerged from chaotic space, he had no chance to evade and was drenched. "Aaaah!" He shrieked in unparalleled agony. In the blink of an eye, his head dissolved from the virulence, dying on the spot. Su Miao hovered calmly above, her pink hair swirling naturally, indifferent to the successive demises of the pseudo-gods. Her cold gaze settled on the pseudo-god skilled in Kunpeng transformations. Among the remaining pseudo-gods, his injuries were the gravest. Before he could recover, Su Miao elegantly swung her sword. The sword energy shattered the void, striking the Kunpeng pseudo-god. In desperation, he summoned a defensive artifact to shield himself. Yet, in an instant, he watched in horror as the artifact was cleaved in two, and his body followed suit, life and soul extinguished. The final three pseudo-gods had no hesitation, turning to flee. The so-called witch with her restricted magical laws? What a deception about a "new god." Trapping them, it turns out, was far more insidious than they suspected. Recollections of the ancient tales from the Pantheon Space surfaced; tales warning that ascended pseudo-gods would soon become fodder for the gods. This endeavor in the lost civilization to surround and kill the witch was clearly a conspiracy to harvest pseudo-gods. But it was too late to escape. The pseudo-god manipulating thunder blinked across several kilometers, only to find the witch's sword energy sweeping toward him. Reacting swiftly, he transformed into lightning, narrowly evading the strike. However, the residual force of the sword’s energy injured him, halting his retreat. "Witch, you can’t kill us!" "This is all a misunderstanding; it's a conspiracy. The evil god manipulating the Pantheon Space plans to use your power to harvest us, turning us into nourishment." "Absorbing six pseudo-gods at once would exponentially bolster the evil god's power." "And then he’ll come for you..." Before he finished, his head flew from his neck. Only in death did he realize that the witch Su Miao he saw was merely an afterimage—her true form had long been beside him, gracefully striking with her sword. His bisected body plunged from the void, explosively disintegrating without a trace of flesh or blood. Su Miao turned her attention toward the last two fleeing pseudo-gods. Such intense malice deserved no mercy. Hmm? Unexpectedly, Su Miao noticed their sources of malice had disappeared. She blinked once, her gaze settled stone-cold on the horizon. At that moment, a more terrifying source of malice surfaced, spreading a malevolent aura immensely. Was the evil god preparing to personally enter the fray? (End of Chapter)