The giant bent his knees and leaped toward the witch who was riding a broom low in the air.
He stretched out his right hand, trying to grab the broom the witch used to fly.
The naughty witch conjured up some small black cubes out of thin air and smashed them on the giant's head.
"Try the dark chocolate without the milk, sweetie."
The witch lightly flicked her fingers, and the dark chocolate hit the giant man who was in mid-air and had no leverage.
These dark chocolates were like bricks filled with lead, skillfully pressing the giant's limbs to the ground.
The giant was completely unable to move under the suppression of the dark chocolate bar. The witch then conjured up some powder and sprinkled it on the giant's body.
The giant's body slowly became transparent as the powder took effect. The witch shook her legs and said with a smile,
"Turn into gummi candy."
The giant's ugly dwarf-like face was now constantly distorted. He struggled hard, but his limbs were weak and powerless.
As the transparency continued, the giant's internal organs became visible to the naked eye.
His internal organs were disappearing in an incomprehensible way, and his entire body was slowly shrinking. His voice was slowly becoming cute, like the voice of a three or four-year-old girl.
"Ah, hey, hey! Ah, hey, hey!"
It seemed as if he could not utter any other words except the catchphrase "Oh my, oh my".
The image of the giant man eventually turned into a palm-sized, very cute gummy bear.
The witch stretched out her hands, and the gummy bear flew into her hands, and she put it under her nose and smelled it.
"Hmm, a foul fishy smell. Lost it, lost it."
Then he casually threw the gummy bear into the air, and it turned into a stream of light and flew into the depths of space.
The witch glanced at the children trapped in the caramel syrup. The children did not show any fear of the beautiful big sister who saved their lives. Instead, some of them licked the outer shell of the caramel syrup out of curiosity.
The witch floated over to the children on her broom, bent her index finger and tapped lightly on the hard caramel syrup.
The protective shield solidified by syrup shattered and broke into small pieces that fell evenly into the children's hands.
The witch smiled sweetly, and then said to the children,
"Here's a small gift for you. Remember to eat it while it's hot."
An egg and some flour were taken out from the bag hanging on one end of the broom, and the caramel fragments in the children's hands were suspended in the air. The ingredients spun in the air, and after a burst of strong light, a plate of sweet cupcakes appeared.
The children looked expectantly at the plate of cupcakes in the witch's hand, but the witch frowned, as if she was thinking about something.
"It seems like something is missing."
The witch thought.
Then he conjured up some chocolate chips and fruits and put them on the cupcake as decoration, then smiled with satisfaction.
"Come on, one each."
The children exclaimed, "Wow, this is amazing. It smells so good!"
The children took small bites of this colorful, sweet and delicious cupcake.
The witch smiled sweetly and said,
"No matter what happens, always face it with a smile."
The next second, the witch flew away on her broom.
This dreamy sweetness is deeply engraved in the children's hearts, making them forget the unhappy things.
The girl wearing the shell hat spent her entire life studying how to make equally delicious cupcakes. Although she was unable to reproduce the magical taste, she became the owner of a dessert shop.
This beautiful witch is none other than Mrs. Michelle.
She was originally planning to head towards the concert hall, but she smelled the stench of the Deep One on the way, and then she took advantage of the situation to deal with this threat from the Deep One's servant.
Humming a little tune, Mrs. Michelle rushed to the concert hall.
Outside the concert hall, one could already feel the strong murderous and evil atmosphere in the concert hall.
Realizing that the front door was blocked, Mrs. Michelle immediately rushed to the back door, which saved much time and effort than spending energy cleaning up the debris outside the door.
Entering the concert hall through the back door, Mrs. Michelle saw a scene that made her angry.
Effie was being strangled by the black shadow that split from Evelin!
Even though my good granddaughter is naughty and I often beat and scold her, it is not the turn of outsiders to bully her!
The fire of anger burned fiercely in Mrs. Michelle's heart, and after a quick analysis, she had already thought of a countermeasure.
This filthy dark energy body has no life, but is controlled by the summoner's command.
The manipulator present was obviously Evelin, who had gone berserk.
To ensure Irene's safety, there is no need to use overly violent means to break up this mass of energy.
So Mrs. Michelle pulled a bottle of potion from her bag and threw it at the dark shadow that was strangling Effie's neck.
The potion bottle cracked on the black shadow's body, and some blue liquid exploded.
The liquid adhered to the black shadow's body and formed a thin layer of frost.
Under the freezing effect of the frost, the black shadow's movements became extremely slow, and the force on Effie's neck was also much smaller.
Mrs. Michelle jumped down from the broom and cried out,
“Clean up!”
The broom swept towards the position of the black shadow, and the black shadow was like a painting on white paper that was erased from this world bit by bit by an eraser.
Mrs. Michelle stepped forward to catch Effie's staggering body and poured a bottle of potion into Effie's mouth.
As she swallowed the medicine, Effie's face regained its rosy complexion and her breathing returned to normal.
Effie opened her big eyes with long eyelashes and looked at the stunningly beautiful woman in front of her. This woman made her feel very kind and warm.
"It's obviously our first meeting, but why does she feel so familiar?"
Effie thought to herself.
When Mrs. Michelle saw Effie wake up, her anger calmed down a lot, and then she said to Effie softly,
"Watch carefully how witches fight. It may be useful to you in the future."
Then he stepped on the broom and flew downwards.
At the same time, before flying away, he did not forget to add a layer of caramel protection around Effie to prevent Effie from being attacked again.
Ketchev was at a disadvantage in the battle with Evelyn, and the blow on the back made Ketchev's already exhausted body feel even worse.
The moment the power that Effie bestowed on him disappeared, Ketchlov sensed something bad.
Switching from the offensive side to the defensive side, the giant arm in his right hand can block many attacks from the front for Ketchev, but the most fatal thing is that his physical strength has gradually been unable to keep up with the use of this giant arm for blocking.
Ketchev had more and more flaws and suffered many injuries of varying sizes. The wounds on his body were covered in blood and flesh, and one could even see the white bones inside his body through the wounds.
"Hey, boy, need a hand? Just some lovely gold marks?"
Mrs. Michelle flew above Ketchlov on a broom and spoke to him mischievously.
Hearing this familiar tone, Ketchev realized that the beauty in front of him must be Mrs. Michelle. There must be no other woman in the world who is as obsessed with money as her.
"Then I'll trouble you, grandma."
Ketchlov gasped.
"Haha, young man, Effie will be in your hands from now on."
Mrs. Michel whispered in Ketchlov's ear.
She took out a bottle of potion and threw it to Ketchlov, who swallowed the potion without thinking.
This bottle of medicine is used to quickly heal physical injuries, and it is made with a lot of precious medicinal materials.
It feels spicy and fiery when it enters the mouth, and after entering the throat, it seems that a lot of the medicine has been digested before it reaches the stomach.
Ketchev could clearly feel an itchy sensation on the wounds on his body, and then a lot of small granulations grew out and sutured the wounds themselves to stop the bleeding.
Mrs. Michelle threw four or five bottles of potions of different colors at Evelyn at the same time. Of course, these were not recovery potions, but damage potions with various effects.
"I put the pharmacy encyclopedia under Effie's pillow. Remember to ask her to study it carefully when we get back."
Mrs. Michel raised her voice and spoke to Ketchlov who was recovering behind her.
Ketchlov frowned. Not only did Mrs. Michelle's appearance change drastically today, but what she said sounded like she was making arrangements for her funeral arrangements.
This posed a mystery to Ketchlov, but the current situation did not allow Ketchlov to think too much, so he concentrated on recovering from his injuries.
Those colorful potions were intercepted and shattered in mid-air by the roots under Evelyn's body, and the colorful potions inside splashed all over Evelyn's body.
Among them are liquids that can self-ignite, liquid medicines with frost effects, corrosive acids, and compound potions with the power of holy light.
These potions instantly took effect on Evelyn's body, creating a ball of colorful light.
The attack of the combined potion caused great damage to the roots under Evelyn's body. Compared with Ketchilov's previous physical attack, it seems that these elemental attacks are more effective.
Evelyn screamed, and slapped the ground with both hands, propping herself up from the ground.
After leaving the ground, the roots gather together and are twisted into two strands like a braided rope.
When Evelin stood up completely, the two roots seemed to have turned into Evelin's previous legs.
Evelyn's expression could not be seen on her blank face, but she kept making painful and annoying cries.
She struck a ballet pose and leapt high into the air.
The two legs transformed from the roots swept towards the woman with a mysterious aura. The two pillar-like root legs carried a foul-smelling wind.
When Mrs. Michelle saw that things were not going well, she immediately raised her body and flew into the air to avoid the sweep.
Evelyn jumped up and made the same movement as the swans in Swan Lake spreading their wings and flying.
The distance between the two sides was closing rapidly, and Mrs. Michelle suddenly smiled.
"A pretty standard dance. Would you like some pumpkin pie?"
Suddenly, several pumpkins appeared under Michelle. These pumpkins had evil smiling faces that people carved for Halloween, and the pumpkins could giggle by themselves.
The pumpkin suddenly exploded after it came into contact with Evelyn's body, and Evelyn's left arm was blown to a section of the theater by the power of the pumpkin bomb.
Evelin opened her mouth and roared loudly, seeming to hate the woman who came to hinder her.
Taking this opportunity, Ketchlov, who had almost recovered, stepped forward quickly and slapped Evelyn's weird face with one claw.
After Evelyn was hit, there was a sound of bones breaking in her neck, but she bit Ketchlov's giant claw before being knocked away.
Ketchlov's arm was torn off by Evelyn's bite, and several tentacles connecting his right arm to his torso also fell off.
Ketchlov screamed in pain, but the separation of his right hand reduced his degree of alienation a lot.
The existence of this giant arm has been conveying evil and weird messages in Ketchev's mind, like a subconscious brainwashing.
Previously, Ketchev had been relying on his own reason and self-hypnosis to maintain his actions, otherwise he would have turned into a monster like Evelyn in front of him.
Mrs. Michelle had not expected that Ketchev would be injured. She did not bring any medicine that could restore limb growth with her this time. At this time, she could only deal with the violent Evelyn in front of her before considering follow-up medical treatment.
Ketchlov looked up at Mrs. Michel, only to find that her face was aging rapidly.
Mrs. Michelle herself doesn't care about these changes in appearance. She is just an old woman in her daily life.
Evelyn used her scarred right arm to support her body with difficulty. She opened the palm of her right hand, where was her own eyeball.
He slapped his heart hard with the palm of his right hand, shattering his heart.
A red light appeared in his eyeballs, and sucked in all of Evelyn's remaining body.
Finally, this eyeball turned into a stream of light, broke through the mural on the ceiling and flew into the air.
Mrs. Michelle breathed a sigh of relief when she saw this and landed on the ground.
Seeing this, Ketchev was about to step forward to help her, but Mrs. Michelle had already fallen to the ground with a thud.
Ketchlov was so frightened that he hurried forward to help Mrs. Michel up and asked anxiously,
"Mrs. Michelle, are you okay?"
At this moment, Ketchev felt that Mrs. Michelle in his arms was as light as thin paper, and he could hardly feel her weight.
Mrs. Michel shook her head and said weakly,
“I’m old and my body is not as good as it used to be.
He didn't have many years to live anyway, and his only concern was this silly Effie, who had been using secret techniques to suppress his illness.
After the battle, the pain could no longer be suppressed, and the person naturally passed away."
After saying this, Mrs. Michelle coughed up a mouthful of black blood. The black spots behind her gradually spread to her face, making her look so haggard.
“I may be the last person in the world to die from the Black Death, but that’s okay.
Old things that do not belong to this era will eventually be abandoned by the world.
The rest of the world will be handed over to you young people."
Ketchlov did not interrupt Mrs. Michel because he knew that she was already giving her last words.
There was a gleam in Michelle's eyes, and she seemed to become more energetic.
She coughed twice, stretched out her right hand and covered Ketchlov's alienated right eye, and said softly,
"Clean up."
The alienated tissues in Ketchlov's eyes were taken away by a gentle force, and it was as if a drop of cool eye drops were suddenly dripped into his burning eyes.
After Mrs. Michel put down her hand, Ketchev's right eye had returned to normal.
“Remember to tell Effie.
A witch's power comes from her inner imagination. There is only a fine line between beauty or ugliness, light or darkness.
You have to treat her well.
My dear granddaughter, I leave her to you."
After saying this, Mrs. Michelle's face was completely covered with black stripes and she closed her eyes forever.
Before Ketchlov had time to cry, Mrs. Michel's body turned into ashes and drifted away with the breeze.