Just like that Rabbit Hole anomaly, what's the use of brute force?
Burn to ashes!
Even a second of such close-range flame impact would strip a layer of skin, even if it didn't kill him.
However…
His laughter abruptly stopped.
In the flames, that figure… didn't twist, didn't scream, didn't even pause for a moment!
She… was striding forward, step by step, treading on the burning scorched earth, braving the violent scorching wind, passing through the rolling inferno as if taking a leisurely stroll, steadily walking towards him!
The flames crackled, burning her old leather jacket, causing it to quickly peel away, but her silver short hair exposed to the flames and her cold, jade-like skin didn't even have a trace of charring!
The rising air current swept aside her too-long bangs, revealing her amber eyes, which, illuminated by the fire, stared at him with utter disdain, as if looking at an eyesore of trash.
"No… impossible…" Kuroda Toshio's sinister grin completely froze, a chill surging madly up his spine!
Flames had no effect on her?!
"These small flames…" Serie, bathed in fire, scoffed, "Are you trying to give me a cold?"
Flames of this temperature were utterly insufficient in front of her; instead, they were helping her heal her injuries.
The old scars on her skin slowly healed, and the calluses on her fingertips likewise disappeared.
After a round of burning, her skin became as tender and white as a newborn baby's, completely unlike that of a veteran who had seen much battle.
However, unlike other women, Zoya didn't seem to care about the hideous scars on her body, and thus she wasn't entranced by the flames' healing.
And more importantly… she was fireproof, but her clothes weren't.
The snatched leather jacket was burned beyond recognition; if it burned for a little longer, Serie would probably have to run naked again.
This wouldn't do!
Without giving Kuroda Toshio another chance to waste fuel, Serie raised her arm and clenched her fist; those seemingly violent flames, like docile streams, madly converged into a vortex in her palm, ultimately being completely absorbed by Serie.
Immediately, her entire arm instantly lit up with a layer of flowing, scorching red light.
Her silver short hair, as if ignited, rapidly dyed into a burning fiery red from the roots!
This scene directly scared Kuroda Toshio back several steps, his face filled with terror.
No… what kind of monster was this?!
This was too cheap!
"Damn it!!!" He let out a terrifying shriek that wasn't human.
As if seeing a ghost, he immediately turned and ran, the power armor engine erupting in an unprecedented screech!
Run! Must run!
He no longer cared about merit or promotion; his massive steel body abruptly made a clumsy sharp turn, his heavy feet plowing deep grooves in the scorched earth, and he fled madly towards the outside of the blockade without looking back!
As he ran, he incoherently roared into the communication channel, "Need reinforcements! B-class! No… A-class anomaly! Immediately! Bring guns! This thing isn't afraid of fire! Hurry!!!"
The tables had turned!
The hunter who had been happily chasing Little Carrot and burning him earlier was now the prey, being chased by even more terrifying flames.
Serie hadn't even exerted much effort, yet she had scared Kuroda Toshio to this extent.
It was fortunate that he hadn't witnessed the Wildfire Witch's battle in the border forest; otherwise, he might have been scared into wetting himself.
At that time, the Wildfire Witch had the full blessing of War Frenzy, and facing the task force that severely countered her, she had to go all out, fighting with her life, burning with flames all over, as if she had turned into a humanoid mini-sun, fully revealing the truly inhuman terror of a Witch.
The bulky power armor restricted Kuroda Toshio's speed; his desperate running looked exactly like a fat penguin flapping about on land.
Every step carried a heavy metallic groan and a desperate, comical sense.
Serie followed unhurriedly, like a snow leopard toying with its prey.
She flicked her fingertips casually, and wisps of scorching white flames, like precise whips,
"Crack! Crack!" smacked the bulky rear of the power armor!
"Ow—! Hot! I'm burning to death!!"
Although the power armor was equipped with flamethrowers and had some degree of heat insulation designed to resist flames and high temperatures, the instantaneous high temperature and impact force still made the internal pilot feel as if they were in an oven.
It burned him so much that he let out a pig-like, shrill scream, and his movements became even more distorted.
Just then, dense footsteps came from afar!
The searchlight beams of the reinforcements pierced through the smoke and dust, quickly sweeping in!
"They're here! They're finally here!" Kuroda Toshio clutched at it like a life raft, a glimmer of wild joy erupting from his despair.
Seeing that reinforcements were about to arrive, Serie no longer wasted time with him and directly activated Flying Fire Meteor: "No time to play with you."
Kuroda Toshio turned his head back in terror at the sound—
No one behind him?!
"Dis… disappeared?" His breathing beneath the mask was heavy and chaotic; the absurd feeling of surviving a disaster had just surged into his heart…
But a dazzling firelight suddenly lit up above his mask, and when he looked up, his pupils instantly constricted.
Not disappeared! It's above!
!!!
Reflected in his mask was a scene of doomsday, as if the sky itself was being incinerated!
In mid-air, a scorching white meteor, over three meters in diameter, composed purely of highly compressed flames, was emitting a deafening shriek; it trailed a tail of distorted light, carrying absolute pressure, like the wrath of a god hurled down, smashing directly onto his head!
Nowhere to hide! Nowhere to escape!
"No—!!!" Kuroda Toshio's shriek was drowned out by the terrifying roar of the meteor's descent!
Boom—!
Time seemed to stretch.
An extreme, all-consuming, scorching white light instantly erupted, completely engulfing Kuroda Toshio and the area within a dozen meters around him!
A deafening explosion and a powerful shockwave spread out madly in a sphere!
The newly arrived Soldiers, before they could even understand what had happened, were staggered by the heatwave.
Moments later, they looked up, and Kuroda Toshio was long gone.
Only a charred, deep pit remained in his place, with dark red molten metal flowing along its edges.
At the center of the pit's bottom, a small lump of metal polymer, melted into an unrecognizable mass by the high temperature, remained.
[Witch Mission: The Price of Arrogance] Completed!
Serie's figure slowly coalesced in the flames at the edge of the explosion.
Her fiery red short hair, wildly dancing in the heatwave, rapidly cooled as the flames receded, returning to its snowy silver-white color.
She coldly glanced at the miniature meteorite crater at her feet and the group of Control Bureau Soldiers in the distance who had no time to react.
Her amber pupils showed no ripple.
When those Soldiers finally awoke and aimed their dark muzzles at Serie, Kuchiha had already arrived, holding Little Carrot, who had returned to his original state after being revived.
The two Witches exchanged glances; no words were needed.
They were both Serie; there was no need for communication, their thoughts were already completely synchronized.
Serie chose not to prolong the fight; she withdrew her gaze, directly clasped Kuchiha's slender waist, and ran towards the Rabbit Hole inside the teaching building's door.
One tall and one short, one in front and one behind…
And a small charred furball.
Whoosh.
The figures entering the Rabbit Hole instantly vanished as if by magic.
Leaving only a mess on the ground.
A burning deep pit, and a squad of Soldiers who seemed to have lost their souls.
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