Silent and without a sound, the previous character was still two meters away from Charles Carter, but in the next instant, that delicate face had already appeared before the wary eyes of Charles Carter, causing Charles Carter's pupils to contract sharply, his right hand gripping the sword tightening instinctively.

Sword light flashed, the sharp blade burning with the glow of battle energy, brushing past the witch’s suddenly outstretched right hand...

Crash!

With a piercing explosive sound, sparks flew from the friction between the longsword and the clawed fingers. Those five fingers, almost like sharp talons, suddenly clenched, the longsword humming, but could only be firmly seized in her palm, unable to move in the slightest. Facing Charles Carter, that delicate face broke into a gentle smile.

Then, it suddenly split open!!!

"You dare interrupt my lord's ritual!"

A mouth filled with shark-like fangs roared at Charles Carter. With a sweep of her claw, the witcher felt a tremendous force surge forth, his hand almost unable to hold onto his witch-hunting firearm. The fired mercury bullet grazed the witch’s cheek, leaving a streak of scorched yellow.

"Even in death, you cannot be redeemed! Sinner!!!"

With a roar, the talon that had struck Charles Carter's left hand suddenly swept forward!

Squelch...

With the sound of flesh being pierced, Charles Carter's body shuddered violently, his coat behind him quickly soaked through with blood, thin streams of fresh blood dripping onto the floor, blooming into crimson flowers.

"Ah... what a pity, I thought your blood would glow too..."

A gentle, friendly voice sounded by his ear, carrying a girlish laziness and curiosity, as if the earlier roar and madness were just Charles Carter's illusion.

At the same time, the five sharp fingers gripping Charles Carter's right wrist tightened further, blade-like nails embedding themselves into Charles Carter's wrist. With a crack, the knight’s sword let out a mournful cry and fell lightly to the ground, still humming in unwillingness.

Her mouth closed, and on the witch’s once again delicate face was a gentle smile. Her eyes gazed intoxicatedly at the blood trickling from Charles Carter's lips and the veins bulging at his temple from the intense pain.

"Pain, regret... how wonderful, knight..."

Crash!

The five fingers closed together and suddenly withdrew from Charles Carter's abdomen. The witch stuck out her tongue and gently licked the scalding blood, the crimson splattering across her pale face like flowers blooming in hell, carrying a demonic and ghostly allure.

"How empty is human life? Happiness? Beauty? Those memories make humans rot! Only memories of pain and torment, in the pleasure of suffering, by abandoning the flesh, can memories be eternal!"

"My lord is merciful..."

Charles Carter's left fist swung up, coated in a thin layer of silver light, striking the witch’s chest with precision. Wisps of black smoke rose, but she only smiled.

"What a feeble punch, knight..."

"You have already lost your strength! How pathetic... human..."

As if all hope was lost, the knight’s fist loosened weakly, his five fingers slightly spread. But at that moment, the loosened fingers suddenly clenched, then thrust forward. A blinding silver light flared from the bracer, then shot out like a venomous snake!

Rip—

With a soft sound, the silver sleeve blade flashed like lightning through the cursed hole Charles Carter had just burned open with his punch, easily piercing the blasphemous core at the witch’s heart. The smile on the witch’s face instantly froze.

"Got you, Miss Witch..."

Blood continued to flow from the corner of Charles Carter's mouth, but on that usually expressionless face was a look of burning madness.

Leaning in, the bloodied witcher whispered softly in the witch’s ear.

"Thirty seconds left... Miss Witch, are you ready?..."

Around them, ten yellow talismans slowly burned...

Just as Charles Carter and the witch, now revealing her true form, faced off in a desperate standoff.

On the street...

"Everyone, I am a priest of the Church!! There are traces of a witch here! It’s extremely dangerous, please evacuate immediately..."

"Everyone, I repeat! I am a priest of the Church!! There are traces of a witch here! It’s extremely dangerous, please evacuate immediately..."

Holding a loudspeaker, Charlie Carter shouted loudly, quickly drawing the attention of a group of people. With no time to explain, Charlie Carter, barely managing to calm the surrounding residents as the sheriff, took a deep breath and said:

"Don’t waste time, get moving!"

Just then, a little girl seemed to stumble, almost falling. The sheriff reached out to steady her, but in the next instant, his body stiffened slightly—

On the ground, the stones were trembling slightly!

"An earthquake?!"

"What’s going on? Is it shaking?"

"Mama..."

Boom!

A sudden explosion instantly cut off everyone’s voices. Almost all eyes were drawn to the source of the sound—

The inn behind them, on the second floor...

The second room!

Charlie Carter's pupils contracted sharply. With a crack, the window was shattered by a surging blast of air, the current sweeping up the broken windowsill, shooting into the sky like a furious dragon. Within the dragon, the longsword roared, and the blazing talismans sparkled like stars.

"I shall... eradicate evil!!!"