"Remove her clothes!"

The Prophet pointed at Amanda and said, then she glanced at Betty, "You too." ”

Soon, two figures, one black and one white, lay on the stone platform.

The one-armed woman opened a stone block on the wall, took out a clay pot from it, and took the lid from it, and a fishy smell came to her face.

Inserted his only intact arm into the jar, and there was a hissing sound inside, as if something was wriggling inside.

The one-armed woman's face showed a hint of pain, her body shook violently, she clenched her teeth, and it took a full minute for her arm to be withdrawn.

Three holes as thick as chopsticks appeared in the middle of her palms, and a wriggling snake tail could be faintly seen around the holes, and blood dripped into the jar with a sizzling sound.

There were three small holes in the palm of her hand, and something unknown seemed to be wriggling in her forearm, but the one-armed woman still gritted her teeth and came to the Prophet with the jar in her arms.

"Ready!"

The Prophet nodded and came to Amanda with the jar.

"If your puppet is still alive, we will have a much better chance of performing this ritual."

"Puppet?"

Betty was slightly stunned, "Didn't you say ...... before"

The movement of the prophet's hand paused slightly.

"You're a good boy, but sometimes you're a little too weak."

"This girl was carefully selected by me for you, you have a harmonious fate, like the sun and the moon, and she is the missing part of you."

"When I sent you to Baytown, I told you that you could treat him as a friend, but you have to be clear that you are the future of the tribe."

"And she will eventually be guided by you into the arms of the gods."

The Prophet sighed.

"But you're just too soft-hearted, and your connection has become closer and closer after a few years of getting along, but you really regard her as a friend."

"In order not to make you sad, I can only choose other ways to help you become a witch."

Betty listened quietly, as if caught up in a memory.

At that time, she didn't know what the so-called fate connection meant, but she simply felt that Amanda was very suitable for her temper and became friends with her.

But who knows, so many years of getting along is a subtle influence, and the connection between the two people has deepened and become inseparable unconsciously.

"Your spirit is still a little weaker, which is very dangerous when you are promoted, so you need someone to help you share this mental pressure."

"And that's what this girl is all about."

As he spoke, the Prophet dipped his fingers into the liquid from the clay pot, and the black liquid drew symbol after symbol on Amanda's body.

Amanda kept her eyes closed the whole time.

"It's a pity that you don't want to hurt her, so I can only take another way, through the Dryad Reincarnation Technique, let the newborn Dryad become your slave, and then help you bear it when you are promoted."

She sighed.

"It's a pity that it was all ruined by that shameful thief."

After the last symbol was drawn, the Prophet bowed his head and recited a few words, and the black liquid on Amanda's body seeped into the surface of her skin as if it were alive, leaving only a few dry marks.

The Prophet walked up to Betty.

"We've angered the Hunters' Guild, so we'll have to get out of here, but as long as you live, there's hope for the tribe."

"As a leader, I hope that in the future you can understand this, don't just do one plan for everything, sometimes do more, and you can have more choices when something unexpected happens."

"If it weren't for the fact that I had arranged these in advance, I'm afraid your promotion would have failed."

The Prophet took out the liquid and traced it on Betty's body, and strangely, the black liquid was smeared on Betty's body and turned pale like bones.

The two opposing colors, black and white, echo Amanda on the side.

"Establish a connection first, and then I will cultivate her into your zombie puppet, and when the time comes, with a little more preparation, you will hopefully be promoted to a real witch."

The prophet's voice was soft, and Betty's spirit seemed to relax, her eyes closing little by little, as if she might fall asleep at any moment.

The last bit of coolness came from the soles of her feet, Betty knew that the runes had been outlined, and the prophet whispered the incantation, and the originally cool liquid on the surface of her body instantly became hot, and then penetrated into her skin and penetrated into her body.

The last image Betty saw before falling asleep was a hint of frenzy on the Prophet's face...... and greed!

She faintly sensed something, but the next second the tide of darkness hit, and she completely lost control of her body.

"Miss, you've finally succeeded!"

The one-armed woman said excitedly.

The Prophet straightened up, the muscles of his cheeks twitching, "It's just a little, it's really just a little!" ”

"I almost ruined my good deeds by that kid!"

"When I succeed, I'll peel off his skin and imprison his soul in an animal, well......"

"Let me think about it, what kind of animal should I choose this time?"

"Or choose a dog, the one with a longer tongue looks more attractive."

The one-armed woman next to her said.

After saying that, the two looked at each other and laughed, and the laughter echoed in the room, like a terrible evil spirit.

"Prepare the other items, we're going to start the ritual."

The Prophet commanded.

She looked at Betty lying on the stone platform.

"Poor little Betty, I'm sorry I deceived you, you're just a special girl who can't be a witch at all."

"But you and your little friend are not useless, if you can help me recover from my injuries, your death will become worthwhile."

She reached out and stroked Betty's hair, "Beautiful girls are always attractive, but unfortunately, I originally wanted to keep you by my side forever." ”

"If it weren't for that kid, the core of the dryad should have started to nurture in your abdomen, and it would suck your essence and blood dry......"

"Look at what a perfect plan, a living puppet born of a sacrificer without a womb, in which your soul will be trapped and will be with me forever."

"And your body, you can heal me with this girl."

"What a genius I'm in!"

The expression on the Prophet's face gradually became hideous, "Slut! It's all that slut! ”

She cursed loudly.

"Voodoo Queen?"

"That should have belonged to me!"

"Come on, give me a little more time, and when I recover from my injuries, I can return to Bordeaux and regain everything I have lost!"

At this moment, the one-armed woman walked quickly to her side, "Miss, everything is ready!" ”

"Let's get started."

An expectant smile appeared on the Prophet's lips.

At the same time, the three Rogers, who followed the clues all the way, also came to the depths of the swamp.