boyutpedia Chapter 242 The Painted Rainbow Bridge
Chapter 242 The Painted Rainbow Bridge
Chapter 242 The Painted Rainbow Bridge
The Great Witch Anna put down the communicator, her face so gloomy it was almost dripping with water.
Several high-ranking members of the Valpurgis Nights beside her lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at her. Only another great witch was able to maintain a natural expression.
"What, did that mysterious patron not give you the answer you wanted?" The Great Witch Paris smiled faintly, her fingers unconsciously playing with her long golden hair.
"I told you long ago that humans are not trustworthy, and cooperating with them is no different than cooperating with a venomous snake."
"Shut up, Paris. It's none of your business what I do."
Anna remained expressionless and ordered her subordinates, "Prepare a submersible pod for me. I'm going to infiltrate the Ring Realm."
Her subordinates didn't offer any opinions, silently turned around, and prepared to do as she said.
Just then, Paris looked up, his gaze shooting out from under the wide brim of the witch's hat, and called out to her, "Wait! At this critical juncture, the Ring Committee will definitely increase its surveillance of the Ring. Aren't you afraid of being discovered if you sneak in now?"
The Night of Valpughis was not entirely ignorant of the Ring.
They also valued that virtual world highly and believed that the opportunity for the resurrection of the primordial witch lay there, even though this information came from some vague so-called divine revelation.
"We don't have the key, so we can only infiltrate the Ring to try and awaken them," Anna explained. "According to the divine revelation I had in my dream, one of those witches is the key to our god's resurrection."
"We must make them aware of their identity and fulfill the long-held wish of the Valpugis Night."
Ignoring the advice of Paris, who was also a great witch, she insisted on leading a group to infiltrate the Ring Realm. During this time, she temporarily entrusted the organization to Paris.
Watching the infiltration pod slowly close, Paris sighed and muttered, "Honestly, how old are we? Still so reckless. What if the Ring Committee comes knocking on our door?"
Even if I and the others combined, we wouldn't be a match for them.
Despite her complaints, she didn't try to seize power as soon as Anna left; instead, she obediently followed Anna's wishes.
The two had supported each other in the slums since childhood. Although they often bickered, they actually trusted each other completely. Otherwise, Anna would not have entrusted the organization to Paris.
The sound of the waves reached her ears, and the swaying beneath her jolted her awake. She opened her eyes and found herself on a ship.
Fragments of last night's lingering dream flooded her mind, and she instinctively felt dizzy and lightheaded. She covered her head and leaned against the wall, taking a while to process the information.
I died again, killed by the Witch Enforcers. Why do they hunt us down when we're all witches?
She gritted her teeth, and some vague memories surfaced in her mind. She vaguely remembered that this had something to do with her.
But no matter what, she couldn't recall any more details, so she had to give up, close her eyes to relax her mind, but her companion happened to approach her at that moment.
"Aishie, I have bad news, you...."
Before the witch Violet could finish speaking, she was interrupted, "If you get lost, just head in the direction the sun sets. It won't be long before we find an island to stay on."
"We can find fresh water and food on the island. We can stay there for a day. After a day, a group of pursuers will come. We must find a way to collect supplies from them."
After speaking at length, Aisha closed her eyes again and leaned wearily against the wall.
Vera wasn't surprised; instead, she exclaimed, "Thank goodness for your prophetic abilities, otherwise we don't know how much longer we'd have to drift... But what's this about the pursuers you mentioned?"
"A group of witches, probably in cahoots with the warden."
Ashe recalled fragments of information and managed to recall a few characteristics of the pursuers.
"Their abilities... let me think... fire control, the power of words, and painting?"
She could only describe the superficial characteristics of their abilities; the true nature of those abilities was beyond her knowledge.
"Fire control, Word of Power..." Vera frowned deeply. "There are eight of us in total, but only three have combat abilities. The remaining five all have support abilities. Can we defeat them?"
Aisha said, "Perhaps we don't need to fight them. Based on the fragments I saw, those three witches don't seem to want to kill us."
"You mean, they're also dissatisfied with the orders they're given?"
Violet's eyes lit up; this way, her abilities would finally have a purpose.
Her ability is called "charm," which greatly enhances her persuasiveness and makes others believe her, provided that the listener already agrees with her to some extent.
If she encounters someone determined to kill her, or a mindless killing machine, this ability becomes useless. "We need to think things through... Let's change course first. We must eat. I can't think straight without replenishing my nutrition."
Violet listened to her and immediately ordered a change of course.
The ship sailed westward, cutting through the waves, and before long they could see the outline of an island in the distance.
But the weather seemed to be deliberately working against them; dark clouds rolled across the sky, and streaks of lightning slithered through the darkness, occasionally letting out loud roars.
The sea, which had been calm, suddenly became turbulent, with strong winds stirring up waves that crashed against the ship, nearly causing everyone on board to lose their footing.
"Be careful, the weather's acting strange, it looks like a storm is coming," Aisha warned, a hint of confusion in her eyes.
Before their last journey back in time, their ship had not encountered any storms and had reached the island smoothly, but this time was very different.
She suspects this is related to her regression, perhaps she caused some kind of butterfly effect...
"Wait, what's the butterfly effect? Why did that term come to mind?"
Ash shook her head. Although she had learned a lot about human society from books, she remembered that she had never encountered this word before.
"No, this isn't the time to think about that." She took a deep breath, the salty sea breeze hitting her face...
The liquid poured into her nasal cavity made her feel much more refreshed.
She began to command the other witches, instructing them to use their powers to reinforce the ships and withstand the storms.
Another clap of thunder boomed, and a torrential downpour began, but fortunately they were already close to their target island.
"Let's just leave the boat here and make sure it doesn't drift away," Ash said.
Damage to the ship was their least worry, because one of them was a witch with the ability to "restore," and she could restore it to its original state as long as it wasn't broken into only half.
The group disembarked and walked on the waves, soon reaching the beach.
Not far from the beach was a dense forest, exuding a wild and ancient atmosphere, from which the faint roars of beasts could be heard, as if wild animals were lurking in the forest.
"Aishie, could there be some danger lurking on this island?" a witch asked nervously. "My powers are warning me not to venture too far into this island."
Her ability is called "Seeking Good Fortune and Avoiding Misfortune," and it is a passive ability.
Aisha slowly shook her head and said in a deep voice, "The prophetic dream last time didn't tell me much. I only know that there is fresh water in some places on the outskirts of the island."
Before the last time travel, she did not venture deep into the island. She had only been on the island for a short time when she was caught up by pursuers. A battle broke out between the two sides, and then they were all wiped out.
"Our top priority is to replenish our food and water supplies, otherwise we won't have the strength to fight when we encounter pursuers later."
As she spoke, she walked toward a certain direction on the island.
The search for food and fresh water didn't take long. The group lit a fire in a cave by the beach and enjoyed the hard-won peace.
Looking at the dim sky outside the cave, Aisha remained silent, her eyes filled with worry.
The downpour lasted for so long that she began to have a bad feeling, and her heart started racing for no apparent reason.
With each heartbeat, she could clearly hear its sound. Based on what she had learned from books, she was almost certain that the hearts of normal people and most witches could not beat that fast.
My body seems to be different from other people's.
For some reason, she had this idea, and at the same time, she had a kind of illusion that she could vaguely control the flow of blood.
Before she could investigate further, a witch who was resting against the rock wall sat up abruptly, her face ashen, muttering, "They're here, the pursuers are here."
Her words sent chills down everyone's spines, and they quickly stepped out of the cave and looked outside.
Outside, it was still dark and gloomy, and the wind and rain hit their faces, bringing a chill.
Everyone remained cautiously on guard, when they heard Ashe murmur, "Too fast, the pursuers are coming too quickly this time, it doesn't match my dream..."
"Look at the sky!" someone exclaimed.
Upon hearing this, Aisha looked up and saw a rainbow streak across the distant sea, ignoring the torrential rain and towering waves, heading straight for them.
In the blink of an eye, a rainbow tore through the rain and descended upon the island's beach.
Seeing this, Ash thought of a book she had once read that mentioned something similar.
"Rainbow Bridge." She couldn't help but utter its name, which aroused the curiosity of her companions.
"What rainbow bridge?" Vera asked.
"This is the one right in front of us. I remember it being mentioned in the book 'Norse Mythology'."
Norse mythology?
Violet tilted her head. She didn't know anything about this, since the warden didn't allow them to read books. So where did Ashe find out?
However, now is not the time to ask for details, because the pursuers have already arrived.
Three figures slid down from the rainbow and landed steadily on the beach.
Despite there being only three people on the other side, the pressure they exerted on Ashe's team was extremely intense.
"Hehe, isn't my rainbow bridge pretty good?" One of the three girls, a white-haired girl with pigtails, chuckled. Rainbow paint smudged on her hair, making it display seven colors.
Xia An sighed, looking at the paint on her clothes with disdain. "It would be even better if your paintings didn't fade so easily."