Chapter 609 - v3c374 Requiem(24) (2/2)

“Romaine, deal with the man on the left first,” White Mist calmly ordered her like a machine. She had no ability to fight, therefore she transformed into a bow tie and tied herself around the neck of the merchant girl. Even though she turned into a bow tie, she could still observe the surroundings as a contract spirit.

The merchant girl took out a small cage and pointed it at the evil cultist who stopped her. “Bird in the cage, who gave you wings of freedom?”

A light flashed, and the cultist who intended to stop her disappeared. Everyone could now see the unlucky guy’s figure in the girl’s cage.

“Witch!” someone immediately screamed.

“Be careful, she’s a witch!” The evil cultists finally reacted, but it was too late. Romaine had already stepped past where the unfortunate cultist had been. Since the others were not prepared for the attack at all, the merchant girl pa.s.sed through their defense easily and quickly.

“Romaine, the n.o.ble next to the statue.”

The evil cultists finally turned back and chased her, but the merchant girl had raised her head and took out a small wax figure.

“Castling Translocation!”

The next moment, she teleported to where the n.o.ble was, while the n.o.ble swapped positions with her. Right then, the evil cultists rushed forward and immediately mobbed the fat, screaming n.o.ble beneath them.

The merchant girl was already close to the t.i.tan Statue, and then, she saw the ladder. The bad guy she knew, Marquis Yoakam, was climbing up the ladder quickly.

Romaine immediately lifted up her skirt and chased him.

“Too slow, use your magic!” White Mist stared over calmly while calculating the distance between the two.

“I don’t have any spells anymore, White Mist,” the merchant girl replied, somewhat exasperated. She chased after Yoakam, who was in front of her. The cultists behind her had stood back up and began to chase her again. The three circled up the ladder, and soon, they approached the t.i.tan Statue’s chest.

At this time, Lysemeka and the Tauren Lord finally arrived at the foot of the t.i.tan Statue.

“Sketa, go up!” Lysemeka shouted.

The Tauren Lord, Sketa gave a loud roar and thumped his chest. With a sprint forward, he jumped onto the ledge, and with yet another leap, he landed right in front of Romaine and White Mist.

“Be careful above,” White Mist reminded calmly.

“Ah, what should I do?” Romaine saw Sketa descend before her. She was startled, as if she never thought that the enemies would catch up to her.

“Use the Embrittlement Potion.”

“But we will fall too.”

“We can’t think of them anymore.”

The Tauren Lord landed on the scaffold in front with a crash, and the whole ladder shook. Romaine quickly held on to the t.i.tan Statue. At the same time, she drew out a bottle from the bag and dropped it on the planks

After the bottle broke, the liquid immediately flowed out and quickly merged into the planks along with the rain. The plank turned white and gray. Unfortunately, the naturally unintelligent Tauren Lord did not notice this detail at all. He stretched out his big hand and tried to grab the merchant lady, but all of a sudden, he fell right through the planks and tumbled down.

The potion’s effect was extremely powerful. The entire ladder shook in a blink of an eye, as if it would collapse the next moment.

“Romaine, use the Magic Rope!”

The merchant girl wobbled in mid-air as she took out the rope used to bind Sir Benninger from her bag. With a mighty swing, she threw it up in the air, and the rope came to life like a snake. It tied itself around the neck of the t.i.tan Statue.

At the same time, the ladder collapsed all of a sudden. Romaine was left grabbing the rope while suspended in mid-air.

“Rope! Rope! Become shorter! Hurry!” she shouted.

The shortened rope pulled her closer to the neck of the t.i.tan Statue, but at the same moment, Marquis Yoakam, who was at the front, was already climbing into the ears of the t.i.tan Statue from the top of the ladder. Before he went inside, he looked down mockingly at Romaine.

He probably recognized who the merchant girl was.

Medusa Lysemeka watched, none too pleased, as Sketa fell from the sky. She had no time to check on her companion as she quickly took her longbow from her back and shot at the rope in Romaine’s hand. She was planning to break the rope, but did not expect for the rope to remain intact after an arrow was shot at it. She instantly realized that the rope might be an unusual item. Immediately, she s.h.i.+fted her target and aimed for Romaine.

This arrow was aimed at Romaine’s heart, but unexpectedly, the merchant girl nearly slipped off the rope due to a loosened grip, causing the arrow to pierce her shoulder instead.

“Ah! It hurts…”

Tears began to build up in the corner of her eyes due to the pain. Her grip slackened, and she nearly fell right off the rope. Fortunately, White Mist turned into a ribbon and tied her hand and the rope together, just barely saving this young lady from tumbling down.

“Be careful,” White Mist scolded.

Lysemeka frowned. As she raised her bow to shoot again, the t.i.tan Statue seemingly activated and morphed into a bolt of blue light, which streaked across the sky. Medusa was merely stunned for a moment, and then she darted her eyes around in search of the t.i.tan Statue and the little witch.

She froze for a brief moment, before she sighed and lowered her bow.

“Are you alright, Sketa?”

She turned back to look at the Tauren Lord lying on the ground. Sketa shook his head quickly. This creature was alright due to his thick hide and fleshy body. However, he crushed several cultists when he fell.

This guy is such an idiot. I hope the cult will not come kicking up a fuss.

Suddenly, she felt exhausted, as though she was tired of living. She could help but shake her head and sigh once again.

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