Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 1046 - 615 "Beautiful" Ghost Witches_2

Chapter 1046: Chapter 615 "Beautiful" Ghost Witches_2

When he returned to his original form, although his life force wouldn’t be restored as it had this time, any wounds he had suffered in the process would heal. After all, it was a process of physical remolding. Furthermore, the consumed life force would first offset the difference between the two states before deducing from the life force of his original form. This once again confirmed Gaven’s theory that the flesh was merely an armored vessel, and it was the soul consciousness that constituted the true essence. The relationship between this armored vessel and the soul consciousness was extremely intimate; if it were destroyed, the person would die.

The life force of his Flying Dragon Transformation far exceeded that of Gaven’s original form. What were serious injuries in the original state became minor in the original form and would heal in seconds. As the owner of the largest collection of Regeneration Gems, how could Gaven not wear a Regeneration Ring?

Not only did he wear one, but he also wore the best one, with ten points of regenerative ability, comparable to a troll.

After resuming his original form, Gaven immediately took out the Fine Gold Hammer and smashed it down onto the still-forming Abyssal brand on the demon’s head, shattering it and cutting off the demon’s path back to the Abyss. He handled this task with ease, as simple as drinking cool boiled water.

He ignored the Soul of Demon’s wails of anguish, sending it directly back to Weizemay Manor, where others would deal with it. Gaven’s main focus was on the demon’s shattered flesh, and he quickly found what he was looking for.

A ring and a pendant.

He cast an Identify spell on the ring, and, as expected, it was an advanced Invisibility Ring that allowed the wearer to remain invisible indefinitely until they chose to reveal themselves. Even initiating an attack would not break the invisibility, and not even a See Invisibility spell could expose it; only True Sight could penetrate such invisibility.

The ring was unquestionably powerful, an exceptional treasure for assassins and thieves. It could easily fetch over a hundred thousand Gold Coins, the kind that would sell instantly. With such an item at one’s side, an enemy would die without even knowing how, not to mention its uses for scouting—as long as one wasn’t attacked, there was no reason for someone to cast True Sight, a Fifth Circle spell, on themselves and not everyone could cast it.

The Frollo Demon was just unlucky to have encountered Gaven, who wore the Sub-artifact Insight Gemstone and was its fatal nemesis.

Gaven casually slipped the ring onto his finger and then turned his attention to the pendant. This time, he didn’t cast Identify because he recognized the item—the Eye of Ghost Witch.

The Eye looked like a jet-black eyeball set within amber, strung with a filthy, long thread. The eyeball was alive, glancing around as if surveying its surroundings. Within its dark reflection, Gaven seemed to see images of three extremely ugly old women with an aura of filth and evil.

With this item, it was certain that the Frollo Demon was a spy sent out by the three Ghost Witches of Far Sea Marsh.

As previously mentioned, the Ghost Witch Assembly was not just a name; it was a magical group with magical effects. When they came together, they would unlock the ability to share spellcasting, gaining a multitude of spell slots and powerful spells far beyond their own level. A Legendary Witch Gathering meant they could cast Legendary Spells. Whether they acquired such spells was unknown, as it required research, but Nine Rings spells and below were automatically provided by the Magic Network as a type of magic.

Besides, one of the special abilities of the Ghost Witch Assembly was to create the object before him, the Eye of the Ghost Witch.

It was said that this kind of eye was created by the witch conducting a mysterious ritual together, channeling the essence of life from a large humanoid creature into one of its eyes. The creature, in its dying moments, would gouge out its eye and present it to them, becoming their seeing tool. From then on, the Ghost Witches would establish a mysterious connection with the eye. As long as they were on the same plane, no matter where the eye was or what it saw, the witches could see it if they wished.

Gaven tossed the Eye of the Ghost Witch onto a rock and swung the Fine Gold Hammer down with force. It wasn’t very hard and burst like a crushed grape, juice spilling everywhere. Whether it was an illusion or not, he thought he heard a horrific, piercing scream.

"My eye, my eye, ahhh... my eye..."

"The damned bastard, daring to damage our Eye of the Ghost Witch, I’ll flay and dismember this cur..."

"Before we flay this bast...d and dismember him, we must deface him; his appearance is just too revolting. We should show him what true beauty is..."

Wretched screams emanated from a small boat less than ten kilometers from the Bridge of Human God on the Wild Border River—if it could be called a boat.

The boat was bizarre and difficult to accept. It was made from a salvaged shipwreck, so waterlogged and rotted it was impossible to determine its original color; it was pitch black, covered in patchworks, not of ordinary wood but of stark skeletal remains, twisted in horror—it was a miracle the thing floated at all.