"Keep your mouth shut, help the yin and yang order, and bless the world's peace..."

In the next second, the three ghost faces ghostly occupied the eyes of the two of them: "These high-sounding reasons are nothing but brainwashing words of the royal family to make you sacrifice!"

"So, who else is going to save me?"

"Who else is here to save you?"

While talking, the two ghost faces on the left and the right have opened their big mouths...

"Crack...Crack..."

The heads of the two who were entangled in the black vine were swallowed whole!

"Hehehehe...hehehehehe..."

With layers of triple laughter, the ghost-faced Shou Chending seemed to be unable to see the "Fate Sacrifice", his figure flickered and disappeared into the black woods outside.

"Didn't you say it, fate has already predestined everything."

Without even looking at the two headless priests who were spewing blood from their necks, black vines dancing frantically, and pacing in place, the "Fate Sacrifice" stepped forward again...

The majestic black giant tree in the white mist became clearer in her eyes.

On the surface of the thick bark, the deep holes spewed out strong resentment.

The curved wood grains vaguely formed a weeping face, as if countless spiritual bodies were imprisoned in it.

"Resent, spirits, spirit removers, ghosts...even, ghosts and gods..."

Looking at the canopy above the head that "buries" various things like a tomb, the heart of "Fate Sacrifice" has already changed from surprise to numbness.

"This black tree, which can imprison so many extraordinary beings, is definitely not a thing in the human world. Where did it come from?"

Beneath the giant tree, a "megalith" about four meters high entered her line of sight amid the entwined sturdy roots.

"Finally... Twenty-three years... Finally, I found you..."

Looking through the gap between the roots, I could vaguely see a giant wolf stone sculpture with fluff like a blade, muscles like carvings, and a curled body.

"No, it's not like this now."

"Fate Sacrifice" trembled, and the hurried footsteps suddenly twisted like a girl, and took out a delicate foundation box from his arms.

The black hood was lifted, and the small mirror in the foundation box reflected a female face with mixed Eurasian features.

The indiscernible fine lines on the corners of her eyes and nose can't hide her delicate and elegant beauty that has gone through the years, on the contrary, it adds a bit of maturity.

If Mochizuki Ayano is here, she will definitely recognize that this middle-aged foreign woman is Natasha, the special divination consultant of Lesson 9 and the proprietress of the "Witch's Love Divination Cafe".

"Wait for me, honey, it'll be right away..."

At this moment, standing under the chilling black giant tree covered with countless corpses of grudges, Natasha actually made up her make-up earnestly.

But no matter what kind of skill she uses to touch up her makeup, the silent tears will always wash away the white foundation in the next second, just like the beach at low tide, and it is difficult to cover up the memories buried under it.

…

Fifty-three years ago, Russia, Murmansk Oblast.

On the Kola Peninsula, which borders Russia and Finland and is on the Barents Sea and the White Sea, there is the village of Teriberka, which is called "Aurora Village" and "End of the World".

In the first half of the 17th century, it used to be a port town in the center of European fishing, but with the advent of super-large fishing boats, it gradually decayed and fell into disrepair, and became a "ship graveyard" with sparsely populated and wrecked and abandoned ships.

Under the full moon and the aurora, the snow as thick as goose feathers fell without stopping, dyeing this small village in the extreme north a dead white.

"over there!"

"Don't hesitate, just shoot and kill him!"

"Bang bang bang bang!"

At this moment, the hot torches, the noise of the crowd, and the chaotic gunshots are resounding in the small deserted village on the snowy night.

"Ouch..."

In the long howl of the wolf in the night sky, a burly figure nearly four meters high, at a high speed that does not match its size, shuttles through the village like a ghost.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

"No, Mithril bullets are ineffective against the target, is that guy wearing armor?"

"Where's holy water?! What about exorcism?!"

"The target moves too fast, it's too late... uh!"

"No, you evil werewolf...the devil...the Lord will surely punish you!"

"Roar!!"

As time went by, the sound of gunfire and the noise of the crowd gradually turned into mournful wailing, until complete silence.

Blood-colored "flowers" bloomed from broken limbs and bones, all over the snow-white gravel road.

At the end of the road paved with flesh and blood, a burly and upright "giant" stood quietly in front of an ancient church with a high roof cross.

Under the blood-stained gray mane, there are bloodshot red pupils...

Inside the long and narrow protruding mouth, rows of criss-crossing sharp teeth can be seen...

The ends of the slender and sturdy animal limbs stretch out the long claws that reflect the snow light...

This is a giant beast who can't be more aptly described by the word "Wolfman" in any sense!

"crunch..."

Roughly pushing open the church door, the werewolf twitched his nose and glanced around with cold eyes.

"found it."

Stopping at the corner of the church, he stomped his feet suddenly...

"Boom!"

Under the broken floor tiles, there was a staircase leading to nowhere.

Below the stairs is a dark, stench-ridden basement.

"Father, is that you?"

In the darkness, a childish and cowardly inquiry sounded.

"Natasha, I have been listening to you and repenting of my 'original sin'..."

Appearing in the werewolf's day-like sight was a girl who was kneeling on a pile of straw, barely clothed, with a yellow face and thin skin.

"it's me."

Answering in a hoarse voice that didn't resemble a human, the huge werewolf walked up to the girl and squatted down.

"But, Father, why are your ears so long?"

It seems that she has lived in the dark for a long time and her eyesight has deteriorated. The girl stretched out her hand like a blind man and stroked the giant head of the werewolf in front of her.

Her slender hands and feet with scars were locked to the wall by thick and thick chains.

"That's to hear your voice better."

"But, Father, why are your eyes so big?"

"That's to find you in the endless darkness."

"But, Father, why are your nails so sharp?"

"That's to disembowel these self-proclaimed righteous 'lambs'."

"But, Father, why is your mouth so big?"

"That's to swallow all those idiots who judged you as a 'Witch of Destiny'."

In the face of the girl's almost offensive behavior, the werewolf kept on one knee, allowing the other person to touch, answering word by word.