Becoming a god by raising witches

"Your Excellency Bronya, I didn't do anything. You didn't think that holding hands would make me pregnant, did you?"

Locke looked completely innocent and denied that he had done it.

"Your Excellency Bronya, I will keep this a secret for you. I promise I won't tell anyone."

Bronya Peters felt her body growing heavier and heavier, and her speed and strength were diminishing.

But she is a witch, how could she be defeated by the pain of childbirth? She was born to feed on pain.

She also knew that, apart from the man in front of her, she had never been in contact with any other men.

So, his mother's child is Rock Bemon's!

“Rock Bemon, I’m going to kill you.”

Bronya Peters' red hair cascaded down like a waterfall, floating up against the laws of physics, like a blazing flame.

A dazzling fireball appeared in her hand, which she hurled towards Locke.

Bronya Peters, the Flame Witch, is one of the six elemental witches. Like the Forest Witch, her power replicates that of the ancient witches, but she is far from reaching the level of a demigod.

But it's more than enough to deal with Locke.

The next second, Locke's body was wrapped in a ball of rattan.

A large tree rose from the ground and sent the rattan ball flying.

This answers Bronya Peters' question: Why did Locke go to Jeff Forest?

Because Eileen is right here, waiting for him to attract the right witch.

The most important thing today is to catch a witch.

Rather than searching through databases for those low-level witches with limited abilities who struggle to survive hidden under the various religious forces, the witches around the Queen are much more appealing.

Besides, you started it, so you can't blame me for defending myself, right?

"So you really took the Witch's Heart of the Forest Witch? But how can you use this power?"

Bronya Peters' eyes were filled with confusion.

The pain caused her forehead to be covered in sweat, and her body began to tremble.

She drew her knight's sword from her waist, and flames immediately burst forth from its silver-white blade, transforming it into a giant flaming sword.

The flaming sword slashed down, turning the great tree to ashes.

"If you think you can use the power of the Forest Witch against me, you are sorely mistaken. The Forest Witch has never been a match for the Flame Witch."

Bronya Peters didn't care that Locke knew her true identity, because in her eyes, he was already dead.

However, the next second.

A beautiful figure appeared behind her.

She turned around warily.

Before me stood a stunningly beautiful young woman.

With red lips and white teeth, fair skin, delicate features, and sapphire-like eyes that sparkled with a cunning light.

She wore a black fitted long dress, her long silver hair cascading down like a waterfall, and every gesture she made exuded a noble air that set her apart from those around her.

She looks to be only about sixteen years old and bears a 90% resemblance to Katerina.

She is Erin Mostia.

"Eileen Mostia, you're not dead? How is that possible?"

Bronya Peters' eyes were filled with disbelief.

On the ground, thick vines, as thick as trees, rose up and instantly formed a cage that blocked out the sky, cutting off all paths to the outside world.

Eileen said calmly,

"The Forest Witch can never defeat the flames; it all depends on who possesses that power."

Before Bronya Peters could even be surprised, a giant python made of vines and trees burst from the ground where she was standing, biting her horse in two, and blood stained her knight's armor.

The python's next target is Bronya Peters.

Bronya Peters slashed at the Forest Serpent with her Flaming Sword just in time, and the Forest Serpent burst into flames, transforming into a fire serpent tens of meters long.

However, she suddenly found that her body was somewhat immobile.

Her shadow was frozen in place; this was the power of the Shadow Witch.

"How is this possible? Renis betrayed us?"

Bronya Peters questioned.

Hiding in the shadows, Locke decided to implement a remote control system, leaving the close-quarters combat to Eileen.

Even if I'm mistaken for Rhaenys, it doesn't matter, because this power definitely comes from Rhaenys.

Bronya Peters was frozen for only a second, but in that very second, Eileen appeared before her, a pink mist surrounding her.

Bronya Peters was stunned. She knew clearly that this was the power of the desire witch Sheria, but this kind of power was the hardest to resist.

Especially when she was unable to move, was in unbearable abdominal pain, and was about to give birth.

Bronya Peters' eyes became glazed over, her body aching and weak, her will to fight being replaced by desire.

She knew she couldn't linger any longer and had to go back.

You must go back and tell Her Majesty the Queen about this.

Bronya Peters tried to escape, her body burning into a ball of flame. In her full flame state, she was invincible and could even fight against a demigod.

The premise is that it is a demigod who cannot restrain her elemental power.

A dark cloud suddenly appeared in the sky.

A sudden downpour hit the entire Kosork region.

Katerina Palace and an area within a 1-kilometer radius became the hardest-hit areas.

The torrential rain fell like a disaster, and the clear sky instantly turned into a black curtain. Under such extreme weather conditions, no flame could maintain its original shape.

Bronya Peters' body returned to human form as she watched the weather witch Antonia Madeline Megadalena slowly descend.

She wore a tattered black dress and a crown. Her skin was deathly pale, yet still plump and elastic, like an undyed doll.

Bronya Peters was in despair; she could smell death.

"Her Majesty's worries have indeed come true."

Bronya Peters gave a wry smile.

She raised the flaming sword, determined to defend her last shred of dignity by committing suicide.

At the same time, it is also a way to make the most of her last bit of value.

She carries a strange object that allows her to enter a state of true invincibility for fifteen minutes after death.

She intends to use this state to defeat the weather witches Antonia Madeline Megdalena and Erin Mostia.

Even if they can't win, they definitely have the ability to escape, so they can pass the information to Her Majesty the Queen.

Eileen knew her intentions, but she did not stop her from committing suicide.

Because Locke was with her.

"My great Queen, I am willing to give my life for you, just so that you may have your wish."

Bronya Peters looked towards Katrina Castle to the west and committed suicide, for her faith and love.

Locke slowly emerged from the forest, sighing.

"This is going to be difficult."

Bronya Peters looked at Locke, a smile playing on her lips.

'Rock Bemon, don't be too happy yet, you will eventually die by my hand.'

Locke heard her heartfelt words and watched her slowly fall into a pool of blood, like a resolute warrior.

Only after she completely lost her breath and her heart stopped beating did the strange object on her body begin to take effect.

Despite the long gash on her neck, Bronya Peters was able to stand up again.

Bronya Peters still had some consciousness left. She wanted to eliminate all the rebels in front of her and then return to Her Majesty Queen Katerina to say her final goodbye.

However, when she opened her eyes and saw Locke again, her legs involuntarily buckled and she knelt on the ground.

If Locke's attraction to her was only 30% when she was alive, then after her death, that attraction became 300%.

She had never seen anything so dazzling, like the only warm sun in a cold world, the only light in the darkness, the only oasis in the desert.

It made her forget her loyalty to Katerina, forget her former identity, and forget her superficial love.

She only wanted to follow this man, whether he succeeded or failed, and walk with him to the ends of the earth.

Why did this happen? I was trying to kill him, why?

There was still a rebellious emotion in his mind, a stubborn thought before death.

'But I can't do it. I can't rebel against him; to rebel against him is to rebel against my own soul.'