Otaku Witch-Chapter 364 What does being a good little sister mean?_2

She managed to block that spear, but the subsequent Deathly Finger still struck her left hand.

If it had been a complete Giant's Body, she would have been immune to the instant death effect of the Undead Magic, but as it were, the already severely injured Flame Giant began to have its flesh eroded by the Power of Death from the eerie green ray.

Fortunately, the body of the Giant was massive enough that its weakened Life Force still withstood the hit, but the price paid was the complete withering of the entire left hand.

The subsequent red serpent was then able to hit the Giant's body without any hindrance.

If this had been normal poison mist, it would have been burnt away by the Cataclysmic Fire emanating from the Giant, but upon encountering the Cataclysmic Fire, the red serpent seemed to have found its relatives, directly merging into the fire.

This made Dorothy frown, as the lifeblood of the Giant's Body, which was already burning continuously, now drained even faster because in addition to the original fire damage, there was an additional layer of Fire Poison damage.

The continuous pioneering blows made Dorothy realize that she was likely losing the fight. So she stopped resisting and completely abandoned her defense, initiating an all-out attack.

"Damn it, this is annoying. Forget it, if I can kill even one, it's worth it. You're all going down with me."

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Dorothy, being constantly mobbed, really started to get angry, her eyes turning red.

In an instant, she grabbed the Little Giant, who was an incarnation of the Clown Illusion, with both hands and then used all her strength.

"Roar...."

Accompanied by a thunderous roar that shook the heavens, the muscles of the Flame Giant's arms, charred and blackened, bulged out, and she performed a gruesome display of tearing apart her own avatar by hand.

Boiling Giant's blood turned into a rain of blood, staining everything around it red.

Bathing in the blood of her own kind, the Sword-Wielding Giant dispersed the Great Sword of Cataclysmic Fire in her hands. With her arms spread wide and another furious roar, she stomped down hard on the earth.

At that moment, the ground under the immense force began to crack and split from the point where she stood, as scorching Cataclysmic Fire sprouted from the ground like surrounding fireworks.

The intense flames forced the harassing Witches to temporarily retreat, and seizing this opportunity, Dorothy Giant leapt into the air and then slammed down hard on Madeline Giant.

Madeline, now bereft of most of her senses due to the agony of the Cataclysmic Fire burning her body, could no longer perform her usual Martial Arts. Consumed by Berserk rage, she met the assault head-on with a punch without dodging.

Even though she was larger and stronger, she still couldn't withstand the power of her opponent's gravity-assisted smash. Overpowered, Madeline Giant's knees buckled, and she fell to one knee.

The almost shattering pain in her arm made the already crazed Madeline Giant even less rational. She wanted to roar, but as she opened her mouth, she was squarely hit by a knee smash.

With that blow, her teeth flying out, Madeline Giant instinctively recoiled and fell to the ground. Dorothy Giant naturally didn't waste the chance and quickly stepped forward, straddling her fallen opponent. Interlocking her fingers into a hammer shape, she began to mercilessly pound her opponent's face.

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Eighty, eighty...

Amid the relentless hammering, blood splattered every which way. The Witches tried to save Madeline, but facing their attacks, Dorothy Giant ignored them completely. She just focused on her frenzied hammering, as diligent as a pile driver on a construction site.

Finally, with a crisp snap, the massive head of Madeline Giant splattered like a watermelon on the beach.

Madeline, dead.

With the obstruction of the two Giants now removed, although she was also severely injured and only had a few seconds left to live, Dorothy still refused to give up.

She hammered down on the ground again, cracking it further, then forcefully flipped it upwards. The scattered debris flew like cannonballs, perfectly controlled in their trajectory and force, accurately hitting the Witches flitting in the air.

Caught off guard, three or four Witches were directly blown apart as if they were mosquitoes shot by bullets.

The remaining Witches who narrowly avoided the attack had no time to breathe a sigh of relief before two scorching rays swept rapidly across them. From the eyes of the Flame Giant, whose head was nearly a skull from the burning Cataclysmic Fire, two beams of Cataclysmic Fire shot out.

Four or five witches were vaporized in the scorching ray.

Yet the giant, her eyes bloodshot in unwillingness to give in, wished to drag down more with her. She manifested the Great Sword of Cataclysmic Fire once again, delivering another wide, sweeping horizontal slash.

The Elemental Empress, who was priming her cannons, couldn't dodge in time and was instantly vaporized; the swordplay flexibly shifted, transforming from a horizontal slash to a vertical chop, reducing the frantically fleeing Uninvolved in Gambling and Prostitution to ashes.

Humph, let's see how you deal with the hundred-meter sword forged from No. 4's wails and fury. Did you think you'd survive just because you ran 99 meters ahead?

Having dispatched two top ten threats, Dorothy pressed on without pause. Less than 5 seconds remained in her life force, and it would be best to take a few more down with her.

Thus, this time, the sword light of Cataclysmic Fire turned towards the command post's Stellar Speaker and Phantom Girl, scaring these two witches, who were not adept at direct combat, out of their wits. They disregarded their image and began to scramble away in a panic, to no avail,

for the Great Sword of Cataclysmic Fire was quickly catching up to them. The heat from the flames had already caused their long hair to curl before the sword even reached them.

Just as the sword was about to claim both their lives in a double kill, suddenly, the Flame Giant Sword came to a halt, and the Dorothy Giant looked down at her own chest.

There, the wound she had forcefully kept closed with muscle control suddenly split open, bleeding profusely.

Dorothy was silent for a moment, then turned her head, grinding her teeth as she spat out a code name.

"Little Bun."

Sure enough, in a corner behind her, she found that small figure wearing a gargoyle mask who had gone largely unnoticed, and at the little witch's feet was a large blood formation.

It was the reward she had personally taught her sister, a Nine-Ring Magic—the Undead Tide.

Oh, what a dear little sister she was, aiming for the most vicious stab in the back.

This magic, developed from their stepmother's talent, The River of Last Words, worked by drawing blood from a certain radius around and forming a Blood Tide. While the tide existed, the owner of the blood would be cursed through Curse Magic, using the blood as a medium. If the curse succeeded, they would turn into an undead being that inherited some of the body's abilities, joining the blood tide in unleashing an Undead Catastrophe.

If it were a normal situation, Dorothy could still contain the wound on her heart, but now with this "dear" little sister using a blood pump, who could withstand that?

In fact, it wasn't just her; how many other witches hadn't been injured in this fight? The blood they'd shed was now converging towards the little witch. At Aili's feet, a lake of fresh blood had already formed.

"Hehe, big Sister Clown, if you're going to die, you can only die by my hand."

The hot blood springing from the giant's heart flowed towards the little witch. Aili caught the drop of her sister's heart blood, brought it to her mouth, and said as much.

Trace of Blood Curse Assassination.

"Pfft..."

Dorothy, already at the end of her rope, could no longer maintain her strength. Under the Curse Assassination Technique from her sister, the massive giant spewed fresh blood and then thunderously collapsed.

I'm done for, how come she never noticed before that this kid had a yandere side? So young and already so poorly influenced—'Ailment of the sister, fault of the elder,' just you wait and see if I don't spank you when I get back.

Dorothy died with resentment. As those two trains of thought returned to the Martial Soul Body, they both gnashed their teeth in anger.

A certain little witch's behind was definitely going to be in for it soon, her word, and nobody could save her.

And from the giant's corpse, a vast array of shimmering light scattered in all directions.

...boss loot drop extravaganza...