"Hiss!" Clutching their painful backs, the black Knights hunched their bodies, looking up with grim faces, wanting to see what it was.

What is that?

Amidst the sounds of killing and cries echoing through Rapids City, there was a moment of eerie silence at the North City Gate.

People raised their heads, staring blankly at Catherine, supported by vines seven or eight meters above the ground.

For once, all the vampire vines did not avoid their mistress; instead, they clung onto Catherine's wrists and ankles along the armor.

In everyone's sight, the vampire vines with scarred leaves wrapped around Catherine like water snakes, their sharp thorns piercing her skin.

These finger-thick vampire vines suddenly shrank for a moment, but in the next second, they seemed to swell to the thickness of an arm.

Mitney could see clearly, Catherine's wrists, face, and calves were covered with scars from the vampire vines' crawling; the blood of the Witch was dripping into the vampire vines from the thorns.

Terrifying veins protruded from Catherine's face and arms, and when she opened her eyes again, her pupils were completely black.

This is the sign of a Witch on the verge of losing control.

At this moment, the Witch's magic power will reach an unprecedented peak.

Everyone seemed to hear the vampire vines cheering and roaring.

Almost simultaneously, there was a tremor underfoot, the gloomy sky seemed to tremble along.

"Boom—"

Screams of fear preceded the rise of thick black shadows into the sky, they shattered the ground tiles, pulled down houses, infinitely winding towards the sky.

Bricks and flying stones shot out randomly, bouncing on the ground, leaves scraped against the earth, countless arm-thick vines rose one after another.

Knights who were charging towards civilians did not even have time to dismount before they were swept up, along with their horses, high into the sky, before falling to the ground again.

Everywhere the heavy objects hit the ground with a thud, and the sound of blood splattering was heard.

And the civilians running away or hiding, either screamed while lying on the ground, or desperately jumped into wells or even small rivers.

Only when the dust settled, and shadows loomed over them, did they dare to cautiously raise their heads and crawl out from under trees or from ditches.

But they did not run away immediately; instead, they stared blankly at the bizarre scene before them.

"What, what is that?"

Amidst the smoke and dust from the collapse of buildings and tiles, amidst the whinnies of horses and the wails of Knights, a wall suddenly appeared in the shadows before them.

It was a wall densely woven with purple-red vines, standing guard on all the paths leading to the North City Gate like a sentinel.

The vines danced wildly, enclosing the entire block near the North City Gate, forming a semicircular safe zone.

Some bold civilians poked the vines with sticks, but before they could touch them, the wall of sinister vines opened a gentle passage.

The civilians ventured through timidly, unharmed, as the branches and leaves of the vampire vines swept past their backs, as if urging them.

The refugees who ducked through the opening raised their heads, forgetting to flee, only watching Catherine lifted by the vines to seven or eight meters in the air.

The Catherine who would sit on the flower cart and throw coins toward them every year, smiling like a little girl.

"Go, flee! As many as can escape, escape..."

Catherine's murmured words reached everyone's ears, but were gradually swallowed by the entwining vampire vines at the end.

"Survive, live well, survive!"

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