Otaku Witch
Chapter 846 - 846: 544. The Rising Red Sun

"Help, save me..."

"Wee... wee..."

"Damn monster, I'll fight you to the death..."

"Mom, I'm scared..."

.......

Along with the beast's roar, there were numerous human voices—men's angry shouts, women's desperate cries, and the helpless wails of children.

Just hearing these sounds, the witches could already imagine a group of desperate humans fleeing from a terrible Calamity Beast, which made them frown slightly.

How could there be people in the wilderness in these times?

It's known that the Doomsday Era hasn't just started, and the surviving humans are all in various shelters. In such a calamity-ridden environment outside, mortals wouldn't survive for long.

This seems suspicious.

That's what the witches thought.

But everyone was young, and young people are generally kinder. Even young witches of a warrior race are no different at heart from mortals.

So, even knowing it could be a trap, they still wanted to check it out.

"Lord Clown?"

The most just Paladin among them stepped forward. Although this Paladin was actually a Succubus, as the Disciplinary Committee Chairwoman of the Witch Academy, Madeline was indeed a good person.

However, as a Succubus Witch, she also respected rules and order, so she didn't act on her own but sought her superior's opinion first.

"Then let's go take a look. After all, we have nothing better to do,"

Dorothy nodded. As a five-good youth who died for justice in her previous life, she naturally wouldn't oppose such a kind deed.

In fact, she was quite pleased with it. In a world like the Witch World, where everyone is a maniac for war, such kindness is truly precious.

She didn't dislike the witches' admiration for strength, as the pursuit of power is a biological instinct, and falling behind means getting beaten.

But pursuing strength is one thing; abusing it is another.

If the kindness in these young witches' hearts wouldn't fade with age or increased power, it would be even better. The future of the Witch World might be slightly brighter.

After all, although the title of Calamity Race sounds impressive, it's not a positive term.

If possible, Dorothy actually preferred titles like Star of Myriad Realms or Supreme Master of All Realms.

She was somewhat greedy. She wanted both strength and fame.

Of course, such things weren't in the hands of a little witch like herself, but any improvement, however small, was better than nothing. At least around her, she hoped for more kind-hearted people.

As for whether this was a trap...

What if it wasn't? What if they were worrying too much?

She actually hoped they were overthinking it. That way, at least a few more people could be saved.

Unfortunately...

When the witches followed the direction of the voices and finally reached their destination, seeing the scene clearly, all their expressions grew cold.

Sigh, indeed, in this cruel doomsday, there aren't many what-ifs.

Without getting close, the witches could already smell a strong stench.

It was the smell of rotting corpses, and it was far too strong for just one or two bodies.

At that moment, the witches mentally prepared themselves, but the scene that finally appeared still took them by surprise.

It wasn't one or two bodies; it was a whole mountain of corpses.

An entire small valley filled with corpses.

There were at least tens of thousands of bodies, or rather skeletons, which is why they misjudged the number initially.

The terrifying Calamity Beast had eaten so cleanly.

The black, tentacle-like roots slithered through the corpse mountain like snakes, sucking the bones dry. Following these roots, their gaze reached the top of the corpse mountain, where a giant tree with a canopy large enough to cover the valley stood.

All the beast and human sounds came from this tree's canopy.

Noticing that new prey had been lured by its trap, the roots that had been sucking on the bones suddenly halted. They rose like real snakes, and the giant tree's canopy echoed with increasingly frantic and loud voices.

Eventually, the leaves that had covered the canopy one by one revealed the fruits hanging from the branches.

They were freakish fruits, the size of human heads, each with a lifelike face—men, women, old people, children, and even various beasts.

Now, these Human Face Fruits opened their eyes simultaneously, staring blankly at the witches, their mouths still echoing the cries for help the witches had heard earlier. The sound of leaves rubbing together eerily resembled someone laughing.

"City-level Calamity Beast, Human Fruit Tree."

Staring at the grotesque tree, Dorothy remained silent for a long time before speaking its name, or rather, the name of this Calamity Beast.