Chapter 1939: 1937: Witch Conference

Chapter 1939: Chapter 1937: Witch Conference

Faced with the sudden emergence of black hair from the marsh, Han Dong froze for a moment, initially thinking he had been discovered.

After checking, the Void Dimension and Real Demon Eye were operating in collaboration.

“It should be a ‘scout’ from the marsh, right? Regularly emerging from the water to inspect various areas, it shouldn’t have discovered me… Maybe my excessive venting just now let a slight mad laugh penetrate the Barrier, causing some commotion in the external world.”

Indeed.

As the black hair floated to the surface, a rather exquisite female face followed, gazing at the small cabin where Han Dong had just been.

Immediately,

an entire perfect body surfaced.

Black hair hung on both sides, just enough to cover slightly bulging parts of the body,

worn-out bark shorts covering the lower body, almost negligible.

With a light leap, she reached the treehouse where Han Dong had just been, the interior completely cleaned with no traces left.

Having found nothing, the woman leapt back into the marsh in the same way, quickly sinking into it.

However, what she didn’t know was, at the moment she stepped into the cabin, a certain parasitic reaction had quietly occurred on her…

First, a mark from The Eye emerged on the back of her head,

then a very secretive pea-sized eye grew within the dense black hair, perfectly sealing the ‘eye seam’ when closed, making it unnoticed.

“Just in time~ with someone to lead the way, I can reach the Witch Conference faster.

Oh… The witch I’m tracking seems quite special, able to move quickly through the swamp. Having such a regular Moving Speed for an Ancestor Body is not bad.

But I really can’t accept this appearance, it’s too disgusting.”

What Han Dong saw was not some young girl.

Instead, a Dreamlands demon stuffed with mini skeletons within its skin, the entire body creaking.

Similar to the ‘outer’ effect of Miss Helen,

these small skull groups hidden within the skin can provide correct visual feedback to the ‘observer’, delivering the best visual image.

(Dare I ask audience members, if this kind of thing shows no hostility towards you and wants to be close, what would you think? No matter how you look, the visual is your best aesthetic, but touching it would feel quite strange)

“Although there was cooperation and collaborative combat before… all I saw was Miss Helen’s ‘outer’ form, and never her true essence, which is the most dangerous, defining her elemental identity as the ‘inner’.

This time, perhaps I will have a chance to see it.”

The pursuit of knowledge made Han Dong very curious about Miss Helen’s internal structure,

ranked as the ‘second’ thing he wanted during this visit to Dreamlands.

The witch in the marsh marked by Han Dong didn’t return to the conference immediately, instead, she was doing something else.

“Besides the scout work, she also seems to be collecting something? Do trees filled with skulls have such uses?”

Han Dong could observe everything happening through the eye parasitically attached to the back of her head.

On her way back to the conference, she would pause before the bountiful swamp trees for a series of bizarre ‘honey gathering’ operations.

Crack!

Directly moving the whole head down as a container.

Then using a needle-like tongue to poke specific spots on the trees,

The stimulated trees secrete a refined liquid from the most densely clustered skull parts, collecting it in the skull for ‘preservation’.

Analyzed by the Demon Eye, this essence is at least a mid-to-high level supplement.

However, this stuff is considered poison to most demons.

“Hmm… It seems many marsh witches are collecting this tree sap essence, is there a special use?”

As she grew closer to the conference, other witches began to appear, each with a similar structure, all engaged in this ‘honey gathering’ work.

Curious, Han Dong quickened his pace to follow them.

Indeed, the marsh between Dreamlands is quite vast.

Han Dong walked inside for a full two hours before vaguely seeing the outline of the conference, or the so-called Witch’s House.

It’s not a single building.

But a special village situated within the marsh, enveloped in a pale yellow mist… Han Dong’s Demon Eye could only perceive the general condition of the village.

The most special part was the Gothic castle in the center of the village.

“The concept of ‘witch’ surely originates from demons.

The witches from Earth’s northern European region might also have encountered such Dreamlands demons, leading to certain mental degradation, resulting in the introduction of the witch concept to humans.

I do miss it~ During my studies in the Holy City, I often went to the swamp area with Mia.

Mia should have reached the level of an elite knight.”

Suddenly,

A sense of being watched made Han Dong quickly abandon past memories, focusing on disguise, avoiding detection.

“The closer you are to the village, the more intense the surveillance becomes.

Come on, it’s just perfect for me to test how far I can disguise since becoming a King, and whether I can penetrate directly into the core area of this conference.”

Han Dong instantly became interested.

Becoming a King requires various adaptations to the body.

If combating the corpse of Dagan was honing combat skills, then secretly infiltrating the Witch Conference is adaptive to concealment and imitating ability.

Swish!

In total, eight grey-spotted tentacles grew from the back of the head, retracting reversely, wrapping the entire head thoroughly.

Under Han Dong’s subjective manipulation, the tentacles converged on the face, forming a whirlpool-shaped grey Mask.

“Exclusive Domain. Myriad Phase Law Suit”

Han Dong used his unique mode of domain release.

Not fully expanding his King Domain World, just expressing grey-based Special Traits domain,

while handling domain entity processing…

The final result was:

A grey robe entity formed through domain draping over Han Dong, capable of providing optimal disguise responses to all external situations.

Feeling the grey cover, Han Dong revealed a contented smile under the Mask.

“This is what places King Level above the Mythic Body… The effect of domain entity processing is very genuine.”

Upon stepping into the village,

immediately feeling the ‘gaze’ from various directions.

Quite a few floating skeleton heads growing eye structures along the way… However, even if the skulls brushed past Han Dong, with eye balls sticking on him, they couldn’t ascertain his existence.

“Hmm? Most people in the village are engaged in the ‘honey gathering’ work, and all are delivered to the Gothic castle at the village center. Are they conducting a ritual?

I recall the last visit with Green, through ideological approach, there didn’t seem to be this honey gathering behavior.”

The internal scenes in the village were even more bizarre.

The witches were not busy refining Magic Potion or practicing Dark Arts, but living a relatively simple home life here.

Or companionably sitting in filthy swamp quagmire, dismantling their body parts while chatting,

or going to the market in pairs, using the ‘mini-skull’ within the body as currency for various transactions,

some even directly on the street, helping each other clean their bodies, inserting tongues into the skull for licking,

from certain closed rooms, sounds of imagination-inspiring cries and bone friction could be heard.

Han Dong originally wanted to stroll around the market area,

But his body already sensed the homology from the castle, the Dead Spirit Remnants were beckoning him, prompting him to quicken his steps toward the center.