Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 851 - 164: Thousand-faced Witch (2)

Even though these freaks have different ways of rampaging, there is one method to quiet them down — at that time, the prison guards would bring reserved prisoners before them.

Some of these prisoners would be devoured alive, some dismantled into components, and others toyed with until their spirits broke.

"So that's how you see me."

The chilling female voice from behind the mask said, "I'm heartbroken, as compensation..."

The man in the black cloak shuddered violently, never expecting that the opponent would dare to disregard the Prison Warden and strike at him. He made no defensive move, causing the interrogator's raised right hand to pierce straight through his chest. He watched helplessly as the opponent completed a pulling motion, soon after his still beating heart was forcibly torn from his body.

Yet he was still alive, not even feeling any pain.

"I'll keep this heart here for now, and return it to you when I'm no longer angry."

"You witch—"

The Eldest Prince was about to scold but was forcefully cut off by a gesture from the man in the black cloak, who gritted his teeth and said, "Please accept it."

The puppet under someone's control ignored the man in the black cloak, raising its hand, it lightly swept, tossing the "trash" blocking the Eldest Prince into the corner of the room. Then the puppet flickered in front of the Eldest Prince, both their eyes meet, through the mask, reflected were a pair of pupil-less, entirely blood-red eyes.

"Continue."

The woman asked, "What about me as a woman?"

"No, nothing..."

At this moment, suffocating fear overshadowed all the Eldest Prince's anger, diminishing his voice further.

"Is that so?"

The deep voice echoed in the Eldest Prince's ear for a long time. Just as he thought it was all over, what followed was the sound of bones breaking, the sudden fright made the Eldest Prince cry out, his legs gave way, and he fell sitting on the cold floor, and the puppet he was staring at a moment ago had its head torn off by a massive force.

Blood spurted; the Eldest Prince felt his face covered in sticky liquid, and the severed head rolled to his feet.

"I was thinking of giving you some advice."

All the masks detached from their hosts simultaneously; uncontrolled puppets dropped to the ground, eyes rolling up, losing consciousness.

The still-beating heart of the man in the black cloak was slammed into a jar, finally embedded into the wall, disappearing from sight.

Until the room returned to dead silence, after repeatedly confirming that all the masks had disappeared, the Eldest Prince tremblingly asked, "Just now, what on earth was that?"

"Thousand-faced Witch."

After treating the wound simply, the man in the black cloak sat on the ground, "A monitor of this tier."

The group of unconscious interrogators couldn't be counted on for the time being; the man in the black cloak staggered back to the wall, finally relaxing after leaning against it.

"Antina Baroque, that's her real name."

"Baroque?"

The Eldest Prince pondered for a long time, unable to recall which aristocratic family this surname belonged to.

"It's normal you wouldn't know. They were a noble family living during the time of Henry III; Antina Baroque was an outlier," the man in the black cloak said. "Henry III bestowed the 'spark' upon the Baroque family; her brother should have been the best candidate for 'spark' integration. However, on the night of the ritual, out of jealousy, Antina Baroque took advantage of her brother's unguarded moment and stabbed his chest with an Obsidian dagger to seize the 'spark.'"

"...Seize?"

The Eldest Prince grew more puzzled, unable to imagine how something as abstract as the 'spark' could be seized.

"Antina swallowed her brother's heart."

The man in the black cloak recounted a story he once read, even he felt obvious discomfort reading those words, "The fusion failed, and she was executed by the clan members who rushed in upon hearing the news, but she, who was supposed to be dead, revived three days later. Perhaps influenced by the 'spark,' her appearance...changed."

After a brief pause, he said, "Antina Baroque's charge was the murder of her brother and the massacre of her clansmen."

An insane woman driven mad by jealousy.

Some believed she was bewitched by some sorcery.

The title of the "Thousand-faced Witch" appeared at that time as well.

"Your Highness, I should have warned you earlier, the situation in this prison is quite special. Whereas the Thousand-faced Witch won't harm your life, if you provoke her, the subsequent situation could become pretty dire... So I suggest you leave here for now, leave this matter to me."

"I want to stay."

Recalling his own humiliating state just moments ago made the Eldest Prince clench his fists tightly. The mention that the Thousand-faced Witch wouldn't dare harm his life gave him some reassurance, "Moreover, when Cedric Thorn returns, I want to meet the Prison Warden!"

The man in the black cloak hesitated to speak, finally sighing helplessly.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the fifth floor.

All the prison guards gathered in the hall, with an atmosphere so oppressive that no one dared make a sound.

They all felt the overseer was in a foul mood.

"Go, bring some prisoners here."

Finally, the woman wearing a mask on the steps spoke.

The prison guards finally breathed a sigh of relief, this signified they were temporarily safe, as for what fate awaited those prisoners brought here, it wasn't something they could concern themselves with anymore.

Not long after, several prisoners begging for mercy were pressed down by the prison guards and escorted into the hall. However, upon seeing the figure on the steps, all voices disappeared. They all knelt in unison before the masked figure, humbly placing their heads against the ground, not daring to meet her gaze.

Except for a two-meter-tall burly man, after being released by the prison guards, he flexed his wrists a few times.

"You guys, really, come if you must, but why push?"

This man was insane!

The prison guards were also dumbfounded by the burly man's actions.

They only saw the woman on the steps walk straight up to the prisoners; underneath the mask, those pupil-less blood-red eyes gazed down at the prisoners prostrating before her.

"Raise your head."

Before the prisoners could respond, an invisible force forcibly lifted their heads; even though it caused their bodies to twist and their faces to contort with pain, they didn't dare utter a complaint before the woman.

"Tell me, am I beautiful?"

"Beautiful, you're the most beautiful person I've ever seen—"

The prisoner's voice abruptly halted; before he finished speaking, his neck was snapped, followed by the lifeless prisoner falling limp to the ground, lifeless.

"Lies."

The woman said coldly; she then moved to the second prisoner, asking the same question, "Tell me, am I beautiful?"

This prisoner, learning from the previous poor soul, didn't answer immediately, but examined that masked face for a long time, as if deep in contemplation. By the time he finally prepared himself to speak, another bone-cracking sound rang out.

"Why hesitate for so long?"

Next was the third person.

Seeing the previous two had their necks twisted into pretzels, his mind went blank. Facing the woman's question, he seemed almost catatonic, with no response.

Before he was to end up with his neck twisted like the previous two prisoners, the burly man spoke, "You've got a problem here, how are we supposed to give an unbiased opinion if you don't remove the mask?"

This man was insane!

He had no idea what he was even saying!

You should know the overseer possesses Mind Reading, no lie could deceive her eyes!

This sentence successfully caught the woman's attention, she skipped the remaining prisoners and approached the burly man.

"You're curious about what's beneath this mask?"

The burly man said, "I can't lie, I can only speak the truth."

"As you wish."

At the moment the mask was removed, all the prison guards simultaneously closed their eyes.

They knew well, any offensive notions would be caught by the overseer, which would render them like the prisoners with broken necks.

The hall was silent to the extreme, just as they awaited yet another sound of a neck being twisted, the burly man involuntarily shouted.

"Beautiful, absolutely beautiful!

Celestial Father above!"

The burly man's gaze was fixed, unable to move his eyes away from the woman's face. "V'cu... shaa...'thee!, This is true art!"