Chapter 384 Next Time

"It ended like this..."

Annan looked at the golden witch whose feet turned into a ball of mud with a strange look on his face.

Under the constant stimulation of the golden witch, the originally calm magic professor finally took action cruelly.

Duran tore the golden witch's clone into pieces, pulled out the golden witch's body from the strange coffin, and then shattered it.

Everything was done and over in less than five minutes.

The golden witch seems to be really suppressed by the so-called flames of fate. Even if she faces death, she has no way to use any means to resist. She can only watch herself falling into darkness forever.

Annan, holding a strong flashlight, came to the magic professor who was lying on the ground in the darkness.

After the golden witch died completely, everything special in this strange room disappeared in an instant. The unknown light source disappeared, the originally fresh air stagnated, and the luminous walls dimmed.

"Professor Duran, let's go."

Duran raised his head in amazement, nodded slightly, and then climbed up hard.

He used black magic with some difficulty to call out the golden door to reality.

The Golden Gate, created through the black magic of the Golden Witch, actually exists in reality and is located in Duran's home.

Duran only needs to use gold to refine it, call and connect to the golden door in reality, and then he can manifest it in the other world. He can freely enter and exit the other world, and he can also establish an anchor point anytime and anywhere.

However, black magic is always black magic, and every time it is used, it will cause a certain burden. Dulan may not be aware of it, but the impact has already appeared.

Fortunately, after killing his enemy, Duran should have no reason to continue using this kind of black magic. The Golden Gate can also be destroyed to avoid the continued influence of black magic.

After returning to reality, Annan certainly would not just go home.

He watched his teacher calm down, regain some energy, and go to rest before going home.

The first thing Annan did when he got home was to see if Beatrice in the room had recovered.

Since he had to face the golden witch, of course he once again asked the little girl to give him a strong enough blessing. Just like before, the girl who exhausted her power fell asleep directly.

Sure enough, after only a few hours, Beatrice was not able to wake up so quickly.

Annan didn't care either. Although the blessing on his body was about to disappear, there should be no problem.

"Well, I still have to go. I can't just let it go."

Annan raised his bloody left hand and inserted the middle finger next to the missing index finger into his eyeball.

Click.

The next second, Annan came to the other world and returned to the golden witch's hiding place.

"It hurts me to death."

Annan turned on the flashlight, then bent down and picked up the severed finger at his feet.

The index finger with the dim ring on it is naturally his finger.

Although he has a way to freely enter and exit the other world, he is not able to freely position himself like the Golden Witch's golden door. If he wants to return to a certain place accurately, he can only use this unreliable method.

If Annan had waited much longer to return to the other world, he might not have been able to return to this place accurately, nor would he have been able to recover his severed finger.

This was not a regular method of using black magic organs, and he was not sure whether it could be implemented before trying this. It was his first time doing this, but fortunately the results were pretty good.

Annan opened the medical bag he brought at home, disinfected and cleaned his wounds, and then clumsily began to sew up his severed finger.

The finger that he cut off with his own hands contained his black magic organ, that is, the ring converted from the Lord of the Rings. It cannot be regarded as an ordinary human limb. As long as it is combined with the black magic of the Chaos Furnace, even this kind of wound can Those who can be rejoined can fully recover without even having to see a doctor.

"Phew, it's sewn up. I think it should be fine if I sleep for a few weeks."

Annan, who has a heart for black magic, knows very well what kind of recovery ability he has. His instantaneous recovery may not be strong, but his sustained recovery is quite good. It can last up to half a month, and now his index finger is still a little inflexible. It should be back to normal.

"Then, let's get back to the topic, Golden Witch, are you here?"

There was no response in the darkness.

However, Annan did not think that he had misunderstood.

He packed up his things and came to the golden coffin.

The body of the golden witch in the golden coffin was indeed completely destroyed by the magic professor, but the thing itself was preserved intact.

Annan looked at the coffin with gritted teeth.

The main reason was that the pain from the wound made him a little unable to hold himself tight, and he was not a tough guy.

He doesn't have any utter hatred for the golden witch, and his mood is very calm now. He just feels a little guilty towards the magic professor.

"Golden Witch, stop pretending, or do you really want me to destroy your body?"

After a few seconds, the entire space suddenly returned to light.

The stagnant air became fresher, and the walls in all directions began to light up with lines.

"...How did you find out?"

"You asked the wrong question. You should ask, why couldn't the professor find it?"

Annan couldn't help but shake his head and sigh when he thought about the professor.

Although he cut off his index finger behind the professor's back, the other party never noticed such an obvious thing and did not interfere at all. This shows how poor the professor's mental state was after he had completed his revenge.

If he hadn't rushed back here, as a student and ally, he would have stayed with the professor for one night to avoid any accidents.

"I can't believe it, I really can't believe it. Golden Witch, you have never had a so-called true body. In other words, you don't have a body at all, just a human body."

With a hint of admiration and emotion, Annan gently patted the golden coffin in front of him.

"This thing is you, this coffin, or this cylinder? In short, it is this thing, it is you, the golden witch. Let me think about it, if you want to describe it, should it be, 'life box'?"

"You can see it, but why didn't you tell him or my child before?"

The voice that appeared at this time no longer had any female voice. It was an inorganic, mechanized voice that made it difficult to distinguish between men and women.

"Because the professor's state is very wrong. If he knows the so-called method of finding blood relatives, there is no way to really find your true body. At best, he can only find the clone you created, then the professor will only fall into a worse obsession with revenge. among.”

It was impossible for Annan to know the secret of the golden witch with simple clues or just a few glances, but at this time, his spirituality was beating like crazy, bringing countless inspirations.

Anyway, no matter whether it's right or wrong, just speak up first and say something. If you're right, you'll win.

"If my idea is correct, Golden Witch, you probably have more than one body and phylactery. You can only maintain one clone that you can control when traveling abroad, and it is impossible to have a backup. If you don’t have it, you have to make it from scratch, which is a waste of time, but you have many bodies.”

As Annan said this, he took out the explosives on his body and attached them to the golden coffin in front of him.

"Do you want to prove your idea?"

The golden witch didn't know whether she had no ability to stop it or was letting Annan do what she did. She just asked in a calm voice.

"No, judging from your attitude, my guess should be correct, so even if I destroy one of your life boxes here, there is no way to kill you. I just take away one of your lives. I Well, it’s just revenge.”

Annan had practiced using explosives, so he completed the task at hand in just a few minutes.

He clapped his hands, took a few steps back, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Witch of gold, don't say you have forgotten. I was bombed by you once. As the saying goes, courtesy should be reciprocated, so use one of your lives to compensate."

Annan has many questions about the Golden Witch, and the Golden Witch may also want to communicate with him.

Just, it's not necessary.

At least it's not necessary now.

"Well, goodbye. Then, next time we meet, we are now clear. Let's have a good talk when we meet next time."

Annan retreated to a safe area, waved towards the golden coffin, and then activated the explosives.