Chapter 349: Son of the Devil
Half an hour ago.
Witch Academy, third-floor study.
A blonde woman stood by the window, quietly looking outside.
Knock... Knock.
At this moment, a knock sounded on the door, and a young witch walked in.
"Headmistress Foxx, the witch squad led by Quentie and Denise has also lost contact. Their last reported location was the northern forest."
Hearing this, Foxx's body trembled slightly, and she gripped the windowsill tightly with her hand.
"I understand," she said in a low voice after a moment. "How is the learning progress of the new witches?"
"Miss Zoe, Queenie, and Jenny are currently teaching them basic defensive witchcraft," the young witch replied.
Foxx sighed, "Have them start with emergency witchcraft. We don't have much time."
"Understood." The young witch quickly left.
After the door closed, a tall woman walked out from the study's side room.
She chuckled lightly, "This is the fourth batch of witches we've lost, isn't it? I recruited so much fresh blood back then, yet you've wasted them all."
"Hmph. Rather than being used as your ascension materials, dying at the hands of the Son of the Devil is somewhat more meaningful," Foxx turned around, looking at the woman smoking a cigarette before her.
"Hey, how can you speak to your mother in that tone," Fiona blew a smoke ring. "I was even preparing to help you teach those little girls."
"If your condition is to restore your magic... then save it," Foxx looked out the window again.
"Even if you used witchcraft to seal my abilities, you are not the Supreme," Fiona frowned. "Right now, that Son of the Devil has already slaughtered the Warlock Academy and used some method to blind the Sorcerer Association's detection."
She forcefully crushed her cigarette on the desk.
"Aren't you afraid that guy will come knocking on our door?! When that happens, the only witches left here will die miserably! Right now, restoring my power is the only way to fight him!"
Foxx turned around, "I have already set up a forbidden protective barrier around the perimeter of the Witch Academy. No human or demon can enter."
"Furthermore, that Witch Marie spoke with me on the phone not long ago. Voodoo was also attacked by that guy, and she is willing to form an alliance with us."
"If you truly intend to do something for the witches to make up for the mistakes you've committed, then you should go downstairs right now and fulfill your duties as a teacher."
Hearing this, Fiona narrowed her eyes.
Subsequently, she took another cigarette from her pocket, lit it, and returned to the side room.
First floor of the academy, conference room.
Over a dozen young witches sat around a long table.
"We cannot control the energy and negative emotions around us for long periods..." Zoe paced around the table.
"Therefore, before unleashing powerful witchcraft, we must first conduct small-scale tests to find the enemy's weakness."
At this point, she paused, a certain someone coming to mind.
"Of course, a safer method is that before we even encounter the enemy, we should establish an escape route in advance and thoroughly gather intelligence on them..."
At this time, Jenny walked out holding a stack of papers.
"To prevent everyone from panicking, you can start by memorizing this code of conduct," she said as she distributed the papers.
The young witches took them curiously and saw written on them:
Before deciding to fight an enemy, the first thing to consider is how to evacuate safely. This is not cowardice, but respect for one's own life...
The more the witches read, the more confused they became. This seemed quite different from the magical world they had imagined.
Seeing this scene, a plump Black woman shook her head.
"I don't even know since when the first lesson witches have to learn isn't spells anymore," Queenie sighed, tearing open another bag of potato chips.
Meanwhile, outside the conference hall.
A dark-skinned woman walked under the corridor eaves.
She wore many ornaments, her clothes printed with vibrant patterns, making her look like a priestess from some tribe.
Marie Laveau, holding a cloth voodoo doll and some black feathers, slowly walked up to the main doors.
Bam!
She slammed the cloth doll onto the ground and scattered the feathers around it.
Immediately after, she pulled out a dagger and viciously stabbed it into the doll's abdomen, muttering some obscure incantation all the while.
After doing this, Marie took out a bottle containing a viscous, bright red liquid.
She poured the blood around the cloth doll and then performed a bizarre dance.
At the same time, a cloud of white smoke suddenly billowed through the corridor, and the protective barrier surrounding the Witch Academy slowly vanished.
Tap... Tap...
Marie suddenly heard a series of footsteps.
She looked up and saw two figures dressed in black appearing at the end of the hall.
One of them was a tall, handsome man with long blond hair cascading over his shoulders, his hands clasped behind his back.
Following behind him was a middle-aged woman with rare black lipstick, her posture somewhat unnatural as she walked.
"You kept your promise, Witch Marie," the blond young man walked up beside her.
Marie lowered her head slightly, avoiding his gaze, "I hope Your Excellency will also keep your end of the bargain."
"Rest assured. When the order of the new world is established, there will be a place for Voodoo," the young man smiled faintly.
"I'll have a word with my father after this is done and renew your talk show for another thirteen episodes. Consider it an advance payment; don't mention it."
Hearing this, Marie's eyes lit up. She quickly stepped aside, her bowed posture lowering even further.
Inside the conference room.
"What you are looking at now is a defensive spell. When activated, only light and healing energy can enter," Queenie sucked on her fingers and stood up.
"The protective barrier outside the academy right now is very similar to it..."
She was interrupted before she could finish.
"Clearly, that is not the case." A blond young man in a black overcoat stood at the staircase.
"Michael Langdon. It's you!" Zoe and Jenny looked utterly incredulous.
The young man before them was actually the Son of the Devil who had slaughtered the Warlock Academy.
"I came here to exact vengeance on the few of you at the Witch Academy," Langdon looked at the group of witches with a smile.
"The weather is quite nice today. Please, go to your deaths peacefully."
Zoe and Jenny exchanged a glance, and the magic around them surged instantly.
The next moment, numerous iron nails flew out from several bottles on the table—props they had prepared for witchcraft practice.
Accompanied by a dense whistling sound piercing the air, the iron nails all shot toward Langdon.
The latter showed no sign of panic. He simply raised a hand gently, and the iron nails froze in mid-air, unable to advance another inch.
The next second, Langdon flicked his finger slightly, and the iron nails immediately reversed course, flying back toward the witches.
The rusty tips pierced through tender white skin, and many bloody blossoms instantly bloomed on the young witches' faces.
They revealed expressions of agonizing pain and slumped powerlessly to the floor.
Two of the iron nails flew toward Jenny and Zoe, reaching them in an instant.
But the next moment, the iron nails stopped mere centimeters from their eyeballs, equally unable to advance another inch.
Only then did Zoe and Jenny react, instinctively squeezing their eyes shut.
Seeing this scene, Langdon frowned.
He turned around, only to see a man in a black trench coat standing at the doorway.
The witches also noticed the newly arrived guest.