I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch-Chapter 255 - 233. Miss Evil

According to military regulations, anyone infected by the Artifact Disaster needed to enter the Spiritualization Pool for purification.

As a spiritual virus, the Artifact Disaster affected the rationality of infected Spirit Masters to varying degrees, gradually turning them violent and bloodthirsty.

At the same time, the Spiritual Artifacts could develop autonomous consciousness and might not be under the control of their owners.

If someone knowingly failed to report and chose not to purify, though it wouldn't result in a death sentence, they would be stripped of their military ranks and imprisoned for several years.

After all, history had proved that most people infected by the Artifact Disaster couldn't control their inner violence and murderous intent, eventually becoming a killing machine; they might even be dominated by the mutated Spiritual Artifacts.

Of course, the reason it was most people was that there were a few whose willpower was truly strong, or those whose Spiritual Artifacts had special abilities, allowing them to suppress the Artifact Disaster and even use it to enhance their combat capabilities further.

Therefore, some people, tempted by immense benefits, believed themselves to have the strong will necessary to be among the few who could suppress the Artifact Disaster.

"Boom boom—"

Lava boiled, and the blond centaur stood quietly in the center of the volcano,

Hooves beneath him spread flaring flames in rings, the air's temperature gradually climbed, steaming out large quantities of gray mist.

This mist was highly concentrated Evil Power, circling around the centaur's crimson waist and sculpted body, flowing over the Shining Gold Armor-covered perfect mountains, along the pale collarbones, condensing into a dark orb-shaped rune on the stunning face's brow.

[Miss Evil Centaur]

This was Xize Walker's Spiritual Artifact, which had evolved to possess very powerful abilities post-infection by the Artifact Disaster, much to Pang Xize's annoyance.

This ability made the concentration of Evil Power around Miss Evil's body terrifyingly high; as her master, he couldn't even get close, let alone use her.

"Bernard, how much longer until the Advanced Evil Spirit Pearl is successfully created?" Pang Xize, his large nose supporting small glasses and mechanical prosthetic black right hand holding a cigar, flicked the ash gently.

"Sir, please grant me one more week."

The tall, slim man stood behind him, hands behind his back, his voice respectful yet solemn, "The sentient A-grade Spirit Paper has been captured, the laboratory is a bit short on staff now."

An Advanced Evil Spirit Pearl could effectively deal with the problem of Evil Power around Miss Evil Centaur, but creating one wasn't easy.

"Five days, you have no more than five days left," Pang Xize said coldly.

"Yes." The slim man dared not argue.

Pang Xize turned his head towards the always respectful phantom of Han Ying standing nearby: "What is it?"

"Reporting to the Walker, sir." Han Ying swallowed, then reported that the fire seed had entered the Star Wheel at the Burning Heaven Temple and was stolen by two mysterious men and women.

"Waste!"

"!" Han Ying's breath hitched, he bowed his head, too frightened to speak.

Suppressing his surging anger, Pang Xize's expression darkened, recent events really hadn't been going smoothly,

the mess in the Garden was still unresolved, the framing of Wei Shutong and his son who had escaped, and the fire seed, crucial for opening the Fourth Divine Treasure, was intercepted by mysterious people...

But fortunately, the completion of the Advanced Evil Spirit Pearl was imminent; once he could control Miss Evil Centaur, his combat strength would greatly increase, getting ready to contend for the Fourth Divine Treasure.

"Han Ying, continue chasing Xia Feng."

Pang Xize waved his hand, "Bernard, quickly absorb the knowledge from that A-grade Spirit Paper. Create the High-level Evil Spirit Pearl."

"Alright, you may all leave."

"Yes!"

The two subordinates saluted, their ethereal figures flashing and vanishing.

*

Eternal Flow Sea, the Capsule Ship sailed silently.

Xia Feng lay in the cabin, enduring the heavy burden, feeling increasingly stifled.

He twisted his neck and muttered in a muffled voice, "Miss Mu, I'm going to suffocate sooner or later if you keep this up; can't you move a little?"

Mu Qingtong slightly lowered her beautiful eyes, glanced at the man's face in her arms, and said without expression, "Mr. Xia, I'm doing this for better control of the Capsule Ship's direction to prevent it from tilting."

Then Mu Qingtong explained the operating principle of the Capsule Ship to Xia Feng.

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Originally, the Capsule Ship was meant for a single pilot and was very easy to operate. Various sensing components on the cabin walls completely covered the pilot's body, sensitively detecting the pilot's movements, thereby enabling the Capsule Ship to perform maneuvers such as turning, accelerating, and even drifting.

But now with two pilots, the sensing components on the cabin walls could not fully cover both bodies, requiring Mu Qingtong and Xia Feng's bodies to cooperate and fit together.

It was like a bicycle, where Xia Feng's neck and head were like the center post on the front wheel, requiring handlebars for steering control.

Mu Qingtong pressing down on his head was precisely to control the direction.

After hearing Mu Qingtong's explanation, Xia Feng felt somewhat astonished. "Ah, so that's the case. Miss Mu, I actually thought you were taking advantage of me~"

"...Oh? So, do you really dislike me pressing down on you?" Mu Qingtong lowered her gaze, quietly staring at him.

"Of course!" Xia Feng protested with feigned righteousness.

Mu Qingtong, already accustomed to Xia Feng's shamelessness, pondered for a moment, then smiled slightly, "Mr. Xia, but just now when you were lewd towards Yue Hongli, didn't you seem to enjoy it?"

"You—don't talk nonsense! Be careful, I might sue you for defamation!"

"Also, I said, it's not lewdness! It's strategic deterrence!"

"Mr. Xia, you really don't need to lie. After all, this is an innate behavior driven by mammalian genes' natural attachment to motherhood. I won't disdain you for it."

"...."

Hearing Mu Qingtong's explanation, Xia Feng nodded thoughtfully. "I must say, Miss Mu, you've got a point. This... isn't perverted, but a result controlled by my genes!"

Xia Feng felt an epiphany. Initially, he'd felt somewhat embarrassed, but now, what was wrong with an attachment to motherhood?

That's right!

"Good, as long as you understand," Mu Qingtong patted his head and spoke indifferently, "Now, don't rub against me; it's very ticklish and can also affect my condition."

"...."

"I get it, I get it, can you not pat my head, please."

Mu Qingtong kept her gaze calm, no longer paying attention to him, and focused on driving while looking at the screen ahead.

Xia Feng glanced up at the black-dressed woman's delicate collarbone and fair jawline, showing no signs of blushing or shyness.

He had observed her for several days, and this woman seemed to have no sense of shame at all.

This gave Xia Feng a strangely deflated feeling. He was being made to blush and turn red, yet this witch seemed just fine as if nothing had happened...

"Mr. Xia, I'm going to accelerate."

At that moment, a quiet voice came from above. Before Xia Feng could react, the black-dressed woman already grabbed his wrists and a strong pushing sensation hit him.

"Entering full-speed mode—" along with the mechanical female voice,

Xia Feng felt the cabin walls suddenly contract tightly around him, leaving no gap, making it difficult to breathe, and causing a delay in the generation of Spiritual Pressure.

"Wait—wait a second! Not so fast!"

Hearing Xia Feng's slightly panicked tone, Mu Qingtong pursed her lips, glanced back, and instead of slowing down, her lips curled up as she directly pressed the red button that represented maximum speed.

Whoosh—

In the brilliant blue sea, fiery light glowed around the Capsule Ship, speeding rapidly, leaving countless afterimages, and disappearing into the pitch-black end of the sea stream.