Great! I'm surrounded by villains!-Chapter 401 - 320: Calamity Witch

That afternoon, the wizards aboard the Eco-Ship faced an unprecedented crisis.

Initially, they thought the arrest of a few people was an accident, but as time passed, they discovered a white terror spreading aboard the Eco-Ship.

This awoke a deep fear within them, bringing back memories of the dark days of witch hunts.

The orchestrator of all this was a witch whose name they had never heard before.

The Calamity Witch.

This witch, who had emerged from nowhere, now stood on the same side as their enemies. Under the direction of the Calamity Witch, they had nowhere to hide; no matter where they concealed themselves, her minions would pluck them out of the crowd.

By the time the last batch of Witch Council members were sent to the isolation zone, it was already evening. Earth Wolf Twelve personally completed the escort task. Throughout the operation, he saw the Witch Council’s desperate gamble—the youngest member was only fourteen years old. A little witch disguised herself as a logistic staff member of the Eco-Ship, deceiving many with her innocent smile.

But she ultimately couldn’t deceive the Calamity Witch’s insight.

She saw through the little witch’s disguise at a glance and arrested her in front of everyone, putting handcuffs and shackles on her.

This sudden turn of events caught the Witch Council off guard. The isolation zone was deathly silent, and although they had tried to resist, this time, their enemy was a powerful witch who was more proficient in spells than they were. The Art of Curse Killing they mastered was utterly ineffective against the Calamity Witch.

For the wizards, once spells lost their effectiveness, they became ordinary people at the mercy of others.

Before nightfall, even worse news spread among the crowd.

The Ashen Church fleet had already arrived in the Star Zone.

The Calamity Witch seemed to plan to present them as a welcoming gift to the envoys from the Ashen Church.

What awaited them were the pyres and death.

An uneasy atmosphere spread in the isolation zone, and a sense of unprecedented defeat filled everyone’s hearts. No one could have imagined their long-prepared plan would fail for such a mechanical, divine intervention-like reason.

A witch who appeared out of nowhere had ruined all their efforts.

What was more despairing was that the Calamity Witch’s Inherent Barrier was invincible; any attack or malice directed at the Calamity Witch herself would be reflected back onto themselves.

They had witnessed firsthand the consequences of attacking the Calamity Witch.

During the escort process, suddenly a wizard broke free from his restraints and, loudly chanting a spell, lunged at the Calamity Witch.

But the next moment, the wizard’s neck was pierced by spikes, and steel needles grew from beneath his skin. Before he could finish his spell, he drowned in his own blood.

This left a profoundly intense psychological shadow on all the wizards present.

If they could not break the Calamity Witch’s Inherent Barrier, their fate would be the same as that of the dead wizard.

However, this time, luck did not favor them.

Packing work was about to begin.

The wizards were gathered together like commodities, and among the face-covered, fully armed security personnel, they saw the Calamity Witch.

Fiery red eyes and a wildly mad smile; behind her were nine striking tails, as if just being seen by those pupils could drown one in endless calamity.

The wizards lost the courage to meet the witch’s gaze.

Whenever they saw those red pupils, they remembered their brethren who had died horribly not long ago.

The witch knew them well and was aware of many things about them.

Each security officer responsible for the escort had their faces covered. They wore thick exoskeleton armor and remained silent throughout the escort; even their genders were indistinguishable.

Their security measures were much more in place than those of the church’s hounds.

Even wizards proficient in the Art of Curse Killing couldn’t cast spells on the escorting security personnel under these circumstances. Besides, even if they managed to curse the security officers, it would have been of no use.

The Calamity Witch would kill anyone who dared to resist her.

They were to be transported to a ship that would serve as a gift as it sailed toward the Ashen Church’s fleet.

The only demand the Calamity Witch made was to execute all members of the Witch Council publicly.

She called upon the church to host a barbecue party that night that would light up the night sky.

"Why, why are you doing this?"

As she passed by the Calamity Witch, the young witch mustered all her strength and questioned the Calamity Witch.

The crowd, resembling zombies, stopped, and silence fell upon the group.

This question drained all of the young witch’s courage. When those crimson pupils fell upon her, she fell to the ground from overwhelming fear, unable to hold back her tears any longer.

The following question lacked confidence, with a trace of a tremble in her voice, "Do you, do you not remember what they did to us?"

"What have they done to you?"

The Calamity Witch walked over to the young witch, smiling as she bent down to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes.

But no one present felt any warmth. A chilling fear spread through everyone’s heart, even the security officers clad in exoskeleton armor felt a shiver.

Femme fatale.

This term surfaced in everyone’s minds, perhaps no other phrase suited the smiling Calamity Witch better at that moment.

The young witch seemed petrified, her mouth agape, but unable to make a sound.

The Calamity Witch wiped her tears and spoke in a gentle tone, "Why don’t you speak? I also want to hear the stories you’ve heard from your elders."

The eye contact lasted nearly a minute.

Seeing that the young witch could not utter a word, the smile on the Calamity Witch’s face turned cold and bloodthirsty, "Little mute, since your memory is so poor, let your body remember these things. I’ll make sure you will be the first guest on the pyre tonight . . . Have you experienced the sensation of being drenched in holy oil and set ablaze? You won’t die immediately; the flames will rot every inch of your skin, and you will feel an agony beyond description. Words cannot convey such pain. Only when you experience it yourself will you understand that feeling."

After speaking, the Calamity Witch signaled to the security personnel with a glance, indicating for them to lift the young witch by the shoulders, "You two, escort her to the ship.

The limp young witch quickly vanished from sight.

The scene that just unfolded extinguished the last fantasies in the wizards’ minds.

They had still fantasized that the Calamity Witch might show some sympathy for her kin at the last moment, but reality proved her to be a cruel, maniacal demon.

The wizards moved forward with the crowd, their myriad thoughts eventually converging on one point.

—Who could save them?

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