City Of Witches 218

Chapter 218 – #49_Retrospective(2)

#216

One.
A landscape that can easily come to mind when you say the so-called ‘Arctic’.
Amelia stepped out onto the field of snow, where the pure white snowy scene stretched out indistinctly in front and behind her so that her eyes were blinded.

Amelia still couldn’t believe that this hard, endless stretch of land was actually a huge block of ice floating slowly on the sea.

The wind that scratches your skin all day.
The sky deprived of the sun was immersed in twilight for days on end.
Observing the life that sprouts and lives in such barrenness.
It’s her first time experiencing it.

Amelia came to a halt as she walked across the frozen snow, her suitcase in one hand and her killing spout given to her by Keter in the other.

Finding a homunculus hidden in a pocket dimension in a snowfield where the horizon is visible no matter where you look is like finding a needle in a sandy beach.
The location written in the killing book was literally ‘roughly where that homunculus is located’.

Her fingertips trembled.
Her body was telling her she needed to rest.
The spirit body does not need to sleep or eat.
The biting cold can also be counteracted to some extent with magic.
However, it is not like an imaginary infinite power generator.
Without even holding a map in her hand, she continued to pursue the homunculus without a moment’s rest.
It was natural for her body to strain.

“…….”

But Amelia was not afraid.
She wasn’t discouraged or complaining.
Why should she be doing this now that she’s already lost everything? Such questions have long since been abandoned.
Like a machine, it just repeats the given task.

“Cry.”

As Amelia’s lips sprout, waves of her magical power spread throughout the area.
In response to her call, hundreds of millions of very small particles become Amelia’s sense of touch and begin to scatter in all directions around her.
The particles dyeing her ink-like polar night in full color were certainly spectacular, but Amelia just looked at them with her nonchalant eyes.

It is painful to have her doubts, to feel sentimental, to have a heart.
So, she surrenders her heart to the cold wind.
If you freeze her heart and make it necrotic until it turns dark blue purple, you won’t feel any pain or loneliness.

What Amelia is most confident in and what she has been doing for the longest time.
To bury herself without defining her duties and responsibilities and projecting her feelings.
She just repeats it.

The particles that spread around Amelia returned to her surroundings faster than they dispersed.
Its appearance is like a beautiful cluster of stars that follows the laws of the celestial body and keeps its orbit without anyone deciding.
Amelia’s eyes, which had been shining sky blue, suddenly opened.

-Kugung! Koo Goo Goo!

Vibration rang.
A barrier unfolds on the other side, and cracks form on the ice mass of the Arctic Ocean, which has never melted or broken.

Amelia was not taken aback.
Strictly speaking, this task she repeats for several days is not a task to find a homunculus.
It was to inform the existence of the witch to the homunculus who hid in the polar regions and went into dormancy.
It is an invitation to announce that a delicious witch is here.
And the homunculus responded to Amelia’s invitation.

-Kooooo!!!!

A homunculus that appeared with a roar to devour the witch and protect her legacy as imprinted on his instinct.

Its appearance resembles a whale.
Since she went to the present world, Amelia too. When she was walking near the sea, she saw a whale that overturned a white boat and caused splashes.
She also remembers the incredible size and majesty of a creature.

However, the monster that has now appeared before Amelia’s eyes is hard to dismiss with one word, ‘it resembles a whale’.
The streamlined torso and short neck, thick tail almost indistinguishable from the body, pectoral fins extending left and right like wings, and pure white beard extending from the mouth to the chest were no different.

But the size of the body slowly swimming in the air.
In terms of length, would it be 900m or 1000m?
The roar of infrasound emitted from the gigantic body, which seems to move even with a slight twist of the body, becomes a shock wave in itself and launches all the frozen snowflakes into the sky.

It doesn’t end there.
A gigantic whale with twelve pairs of eyeballs flanking its blunt head was carrying the materials of a wrecked warship as if it were being carried on its back.

The first page of the killing department describes this strange being.
A living disaster that sank hundreds of warships and used them as weapons while swimming in the deep sea for 300 years.
King of the abyss, Dagon.

-Kooooo!!!!

The roar of her whale passes through Amelia once more.
Mixed with the fishy smell of the deep sea and the muddy smell of petroleum, it splits and cracks the ice.
Amelia’s expression did not change at all, despite the shock wave that would have exploded her intestines and killed her instantly if it was a normal human being.

This is the first time he has encountered a homunculus.
Even as her battle awaited, which would probably cost her life, Amelia was surprisingly able to find herself thinking nothing of it.

If this life ends because of her lack of ability, that’s it.
Nothing to lose exists in the first place.
The warmth that filled her hands had already been missed twice by mistake.

-Geeeee

It wasn’t until she felt her magical powers entangle and converge, that Amelia shook her thoughts.
Her mana began to be sucked into the hundreds of main guns mounted on Dagon’s body.

The overwhelming magic power output and reflected light from the huge fuselage wake up the dark arctic night.
The sky became bright as if the sun had risen, and the main guns of overwhelming thickness were unleashed, aiming at Amelia.

-Kwagwagwagwagwang!!!

Even if it was the main gun of a warship, it would be useless to witches of a certain rank or higher.
However, she attaches the battleship she sunk to her body, and it is no different than a part of Dagon.
It is a menacing attack that poses a threat to witches and has a record of actually killing three witches.

A huge explosion overturned Amelia’s small body.
The intense bombardment, which was concentrated and compressed and could not be stopped by any technology in the world, did not stop there, but smashed the huge glacier like a cookie.

Water vapor, which has changed from solid to gas due to the overwhelming amount of heat, freezes in the cryogenic climate.
A bluish light flows from the artificially created diamond dust.
There was Amelia, unscathed of her wounds.
The place she stood on had changed to the extent that her image had changed, but Amelia’s collar wasn’t disturbed.

Beyond the level of the 15th level, where the magic and instincts of the brand are unified, and the level of the 20th level great witch who twists even the laws and laws.
23 ranks with less than 10 throughout history.
A witch who has risen to that level overwhelms everything under her feet with her presence, even if she has no combat experience.

-Kuuuuu!!!

Dagon twisted again.
This is the first time in 300 years of existence that a witch has exposed herself so calmly after receiving this attack.
However, if she repeats it, she will be able to pour and pour bombardments until she can no longer block it.
The beast swimming in the sky once again gathers mana and reveals a volley of artillery fire.

In the bombardment of horse artillery rushing toward Amelia like a meteor.
In a storm of destruction that is not short of a natural disaster.

“Cry.”

Amelia just mumbles.
White breath rose from her mouth.

Silence arose.
Hundreds and thousands of strands of abrasion stop as if time has stopped.

Amelia’s ‘particles’ that fill up all the ranges that come into view are meaningless to count.
Her magnetic magic, which transcended her limits by killing Ea Sadal Melik, allowed her to take control of all magical powers in all directions in her own hands.
The abrasive cloth suspended in the air gradually loses its cohesive force and is immediately scattered into the air.
The dissipated mana was again replaced by Amelia’s particles and became her strength.

-Kuuuuu!!!!

The giant whale, embarrassed by the mysterious phenomenon, let out a strange cry.
But the beast has no way to understand how this happened.
He just tries to make a last-ditch effort by shooting a horse cannon in succession.

And.
-Shuwoong Shuwoong Shuwoong

Something doesn’t fit right
Even if each shot pours out an abrasion comparable to a bunker buster, if it stops in the middle and disappears and fails to reach its target, it is a meaningless attack.

Amelia snapped her fingertips.
A huge whale, which was swimming leisurely in the air, lost its buoyancy and fell, accompanied by the thick scent of flowers.
Amelia’s particles had begun to burrow into every nook and cranny of Dagon’s body.

-Koo-goo-gu-gung!!!

Dagon, who had crashed without any help, broke the glacier in half.
The roaring sound that resonates with the earth and the hazy scattered snowflakes make one believe that an island flying in the sky has fallen.

Amelia took her steps.
Wildflowers that do not bloom in polar regions bloom with each step she moves.
But a bunch of flowers had no color.
As if all her colors had been taken away by a curse, the flower path woven only in achromatic colors stretched along Amelia’s heels like a carpet.

After taking a few steps, she arrives at Dagon’s bedside.
If a body with that much weight fell freely from hundreds of meters in the air, that alone would already be fatal.
Perhaps because of that, black blood like petroleum flowed from his open mouth.

-Koo…Koo…

It was too late to try to make a final struggle now.
Amelia penetrated her gaping mouth and skin without Dagon noticing.
As long as the homunculus moves with magical power, it is no different from having inhaled a lot of colorless and odorless poison gas.

“…….”

Amelia rolled her eyes.
Gleaming eyes, each much larger than her body, roll their eyes at Amelia.

Soon it will take its life.
If the particles spread enough over the body, they will bloom and disappear.

There was no excitement whatsoever.
If Amelia hadn’t killed, she would have been killed.
She would have been herself lying down like this.
There is no guilt about the fact itself.

Amelia suddenly remembered the dead in a fairy tale that Master had read to her a long time ago.
A pitiful soul wandering the nine heavens with a rotting body, losing the meaning and reason for living.
Okay.
This life is no different.

It was undeniable that the figure of a beast, wounded and waiting for the moment to die, overlapped with himself.
Amelia reached her hand over her whale’s large snout.

“…You are just like me.”

The wave of magical power that spreads from her hand blooms particles that have penetrated here and there in Dagon’s body.
The flowers that started to open like waves from snout to tail certainly took away life.
Broken body.
Leaving behind the scattered achromatic petals, Amelia turned to the next page of her killing book.