Chapter 137: Execution of the "Witch's Head"

On the "Crow Mountain" in the outside world, shrouded in gray fog, motes of light emerged from the air, condensing into Colin's figure.

And at the very first second of his appearance.

The gray fog spread outward, forming a "safe zone" of about thirty meters.

After coming out, Colin glanced back at his rear, where a "basin" surrounded by mountains lay.

Inside the basin, it was covered by a bizarre and ominous pale mist.

The gray fog and the pale mist seemed to mind their own business, never crossing paths.

"After the underground tunnel passes through Crow Mountain, this is where it enters—the so-called 'underground area'."

Colin didn't think too much about it. Holding a hurricanelamp, he looked at the "safe zone" with a radius of more than thirty meters around him, as if realizing something.

"This is the 'safe zone' carved out by light. After all, rare blood can only illuminate a fifteen-meter radius...

"It can be confirmed that 'light' is the second thing, besides the tainted dim blood, that can cause the gray fog to recede..."

Even if he discarded the hurricanelamp, Colin could walk through the gray fog at this moment, but he didn't do so.

Compared to the light on his body that might extinguish at any moment, the flame of the hurricanelamp was much more stable. Otherwise, if he accidentally found himself stranded in the fog, he would instantly drop dead.

The stronger he grew, the more he felt... awe toward the gray fog.

Speaking of which, Colin couldn't quite understand why the gray fog had no effect on aborigines like aberrant entities, only impacting "outsiders" like them.

"Things that cannot be understood will be ignored for now."

Colin shook his head, stretched out his right hand forward, and opened his palm.

That speck of light flew rapidly into the air once again.

Moreover, all the gray fog dissolved before it, just like darkness being pierced by illumination.

Dozens of seconds later, the speck of light flew thousands of meters high into the sky, and then burst forth with a scorching radiance like the sun.

At this moment, the entire island was illuminated as if it were daytime, and not a trace of haze could be seen.

The gray fog had vanished...

Looking at this dead world, which had been concealed by the gray fog for who knows how many years, Colin's gaze froze slightly.

Right now, it was exceptionally quiet here. All the aberrant entities had been affected by the night and had launched attacks against them, resulting in an unprecedented cleanliness in the vicinity.

At the edge of his vision, Colin saw the boundless sea.

Then, he sensed slightly, confirming the exact locations of a few aberrant entities.

"Let's start with the most troublesome one."

Without much hesitation after making his decision, Colin walked toward the area with the largest blurred zone.

The next second, on "Silver Moon Bay," motes of light emerged from the air, and Colin's figure stepped out from within the radiance.

There weren't many waves by the sea; it was very calm.

Scanning the area, he soon spotted the ancient sailing ship grounded on the reefs along the coastline amidst the rocks.

Right at that moment, an unusual wind suddenly blew from the direction of the sunken ship. Wherever the wind passed, the seawater froze, and the ground frosted over.

The wind, laden with chill and frost, swept rapidly toward this spot.

However, just as it was about to approach within ten meters of Colin, this freezing cold lost its effect.

Yet everything outside this ten-meter radius seemed to enter a bitter, freezing winter in an instant.

At this time, Colin's expression shifted slightly as a piercing pain shot through the soles of his feet.

Almost simultaneously, small mounds swelled up in the surrounding gravel, as if something was about to emerge from beneath the ground.

Soon, Colin saw that they were strands of black hair, writhing and filled with terrifying resentment.

They were densely packed everywhere within a ten-meter radius under Colin's feet.

"Are these hairs?"

Colin muttered in astonishment, watching the hair strands that constantly wriggled out from beneath the sandy ground and crept toward him.

A certain resentment emanating from them seemed to distort and compress the light around Colin.

Colin could feel some of the writhing hairs piercing the soles of his feet, attempting to directly parasitize his body.

He didn't panic. Calmly lifting his foot, he snapped the strands of hair that had pierced his soles.

Then he stomped down.

As a massive burst of light erupted, everything was purified and vaporized.

Without lingering further, Colin strode toward the sunken ship, his entire body turning into a streak of light as he entered the dilapidated wreck.

Guided by his intuition and prompts, he appeared directly inside a special room completely covered in black iron.

Here, a circular mirror was suspended in mid-air by iron chains, bound in an "X" shape with the "Thorns of Misery."

Inside the mirror was a rotting female skull...

The skull's face was severely decayed, its eyes turbid and white, with no nose—only two flat holes—and its facial skin had rotted away, exposing the teeth directly...

At this moment, it half protruded from the mirror surface, as if trying to escape from it, but was tightly restricted within.

"Aberrant Entity—The Witch's Skull."

Had it not been for the "Distorted Soul," Colin could never have imagined connecting this ugly, disgusting, and nauseating monster to the witch he had seen in his hazy dream—one possessing a graceful figure, a hazy aesthetic, and a warm, kind heart.

This only further strengthened Colin's determination to overthrow the "Church of Misery."

Right now, although the skull's "main body" hadn't escaped, the exceptionally dense and foul-smelling hair upon its head kept writhing out of the mirror surface, burying itself into the surrounding environment.

Less than a second after Colin entered the room, he immediately felt a bone-chilling cold, and within the dilapidated sunken cabin, he saw writhing strands of hair emerging continuously from the gaps between the wooden boards and the black iron...

Above his head, beneath his feet, in all directions—in this room of barely a dozen square meters, the creaking sounds of wood bearing unbearable weight echoed everywhere.

Amidst a strongly distorted resentment, this room seemed to have transformed into another world.

Colin looked calmly at the scene before him and said, "Let there be light."

As his words fell, a pure, extremely scorching, and exclusionary radiance suddenly erupted within the room, and the entire chamber seemed to vibrate.

Those tainted and fallen hairs were instantly vaporized...

The "expression" of the "Witch's Skull" froze, as if preparing to retreat backward and blend into the mirror surface to avoid Colin's attack.

However, at this moment, a glowing hand reached into the mirror and grabbed its head—which wasn't particularly large—like a basketball.

Colin grasped the edge of the circular mirror with his left hand, using his right hand to forcefully drag it out of the mirror bit by bit.

It felt like pulling someone out of a swamp; Colin felt a powerful resistance...

Some hairs, as tough as steel wire, coiled and wrapped around his arm, causing the light on his hand to scatter slightly and shed numerous debris.

"Among the Lord-class aberrant entities I have encountered and fought so far, I am willing to call you the strongest."

Colin inwardly complained to himself. It was now evident that this witch, during her lifetime, possessed a strength level of at least the third-tier special personnel and upward...

She might even have reached the fourth tier!

Then, triggering a miracle and turning into a Lord-class aberrant entity after death, her strength had undergone an explosive growth...

It could be said that she was currently the strongest Lord-class aberrant entity Colin had ever fought.

At this moment, Colin tightened his grip on the fingers holding the witch's skull, his index finger piercing like a spike straight into the brain of the "Witch's Skull."

Just as he touched its disgusting brain matter...

Colin's gaze flashed, and he directly triggered "Mental Pierce," feeling the skull in his hand stiffen momentarily.

"I've come to take you home."

As the words fell, radiance surged through his fingers into the opponent's brain, and in an instant, the room fell into complete silence.

A moment later, a heavily decayed female skull tumbled out from the mirror surface, hit the ground, and rolled a few times.