Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook
Chapter 1535

Chapter 1535:

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The witches, caught up in their boss's charismatic charm, obediently echoed their words like puppets in a macabre puppet show.

Nicole, witnessing the fervent devotion of the assembled witches, was horrified by their blind loyalty.

Shrouded in a haze of illusion, they clung to the promise of immortality and eternal life, giving themselves over completely to the whims of their supposed boss. What a bunch of ignorant fools!

As the chief approached the altar, torch in hand, ready to light the flames, Nicole took advantage of the opportune moment to intervene.

With quick precision, he sneaked up behind Emerie, brandishing his knife and giving an order. “Stop right there!”

The frenzied crowd, shaken from their trance-like state, fell silent, their eyes wide in shock at the sight of Nicole holding their revered Emerie hostage.

The boss, faced with the unexpected turn of events, stopped in his tracks, turning to face Nicole with a mixture of disdain and amusement, confident in her ability to quickly quell any resistance.

“You dare take our holy witch hostage?” the chief hissed, his voice cracking with contempt and disdain, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

“Holy witch?” Nicole's laughter cut through the tense atmosphere like a taste of icy wind. “What a joke! “She’s nothing more than an ordinary young girl pretending to be a so-called holy witch.”

The boss's expression instantly cooled, betraying a flash of unease as she realized that Nicole had overheard her secret exchange with Roscoe.

Trying to maintain her facade of authority, the chief replied, "You must be sick with delusions to spout such nonsense. Release the holy witch immediately and perhaps she will grant you clemency.

Otherwise, the wrath of the Spirit will descend upon you, turning your existence into a living torment.

Nicole couldn't help but smile at the boss's feeble attempt to intimidate her. "If I'm really delusional, why don't you let your vaunted Spirit judge me now?" she replied mockingly.

The provocative challenge sparked a fervent uproar among the witches, some of whom began to question the chief's claims.

“Yes, why waste words on this intruder? Let the Spirit put out His justice and tear this woman limb from limb,” they cried in agreement.

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