Witch Redemption

Even two incredibly powerful demigods felt a deep sense of dread about the beings in that region. Just who were these god-level beings?

"Hmm? There..."

Lost in thought, at the end of a street in the north, a figure dressed in a pure white robe slowly approached, and with her slow steps, the faint wails of vengeful spirits could be heard in the wind.

Upon closer inspection, countless dark forces behind this creature were writhing and twisting wildly. A large number of vengeful spirits were torn to pieces in that indescribable twisting, which then formed an even larger number of tentacles. These massive tentacles transformed into her shadow, revealing countless blood-red beast eyes and ferocious maws in the chaotic dance, accompanied by a nauseating stench.

“Leander, the Night will be the domain of that ancient being, and this guy is a devout follower of that ancient being. The area we are in has become an independent death space. Although this guy can only use an avatar of that being, he should not be underestimated. If the timing is not right, we must retreat immediately if you do not want to become food for the Night.”

Faced with his master's instructions, the vengeful giant thought for a moment, but ultimately did not object and nodded.

Soon, the numerous figures that reappeared in the distance made Leragin frown again. "Won't tonight be a bit too lively? Aren't those the Blue-Eyed Flame Demons under the command of the Fifth Apostle, Bloodstained Gurea?"

Blue-eyed Flame Demons originate from the Howling Rift, a primal predator in the desolate northern continent. Rare in number, they are terrifying abyssal monsters from the moment of their birth. Their greatest strengths lie in mental and fire attacks; aside from their insufficient defense, their offensive power is comparable to any demigod in the mortal realm.

At present, five blue-eyed flame demons disguised as humans are slowly strolling from the northeast region. The ice-flame one-eyed demon, hidden under a black cloak, merely glanced indifferently at the various forces before continuing forward, focusing on the terrifying presence in the center of the region.

Their target is not any intelligent life in the vicinity; their only mission is to use their own lives as a price to completely annihilate this terrifying entity in the center of the region.

"Lord Lelagin, and that woman..."

The giant Leander gave another warning, just as a beautiful woman in a black and green military uniform slowly approached from the west. In terms of strength, she seemed to be the weakest among them. However, the aura she exuded inexplicably instilled fear in everyone, causing them to instinctively want to avoid her and dare not confront her.

"Were they sent from the Empire?"

For a fleeting moment, the memory of her plans being ruined by the three heretical judges flashed through her mind, causing her beautiful face to contort into a grimace. However, this anger was quickly suppressed, for even if she were to regain her full strength in the future, she would absolutely not provoke the Empire.

"Don't provoke her. She has some incredible trump cards up her sleeve. Besides, the Empire is far beyond our current capabilities to contend with."

The giant had only recently arrived on the Eastern Continent and didn't know much about it. Seeing his master so cowardly in the face of the British Empire, he was somewhat unconvinced. "If we unite with the other two great powers and the subordinates of the Fifth Apostle, we still wouldn't be a match for the Empire?"

"Yes, the current empire is probably the strongest human empire in the world, powerful enough to stand up to the Apostles head-on. The Ross royal family once interfered with the witch's summoning, thus creating a grudge with the empire. Guess what happened next?"

"..." The giant Leander hesitated, knowing only that the Ross royal family had a history of nearly collapsing.

"Nearly 90% of the Ross royal family was completely destroyed, and of the hundreds of demigods, only one survived. The empire was so powerful thousands of years ago, and it is now immeasurable. Tonight, if this envoy from the empire wants to intervene in this struggle, not only our Ross royal family, but other forces will certainly give her face."

As the two were exchanging whispers, the first person to approach within a hundred meters of the central building, the woman in the pure white robe, spoke a loud voice that could only be heard by all the powerful individuals present who intended to participate in the siege.

"Gentlemen, according to the oracle of the Goddess of Darkness, the Dark Order is only interested in the death of this god-like being tonight. We only want her dead; as for her body, you can decide for yourselves."

As soon as he finished speaking, the five blue-eyed flame demons who had arrived responded in kind, "We have the same goal. We only need her death. We won't ask about anything else. To show our sincerity, we will act as your vanguard."

In the past month, in order to kill this god-level powerhouse who was so powerful that he inspired despair, as many as four figures of abyssal monsters and even super-abyssal monsters have died. Even the five apostles who fought together suffered considerable injuries.

Therefore, it is clear that these five abyssal monsters have come with the same belief that they are doomed to die.

"Same idea!"

Lerakin's smile gradually turned ferocious. As she responded, the giant Leander leaped into the air, his massive 2.5-meter-tall body expanding tenfold again. All his clothes were torn to shreds, and he transformed into a 25-meter-tall super giant, his skin turning into a dark gray, rock-like substance.

Then, the giant respectfully raised his broad palm, and Leragin leaped onto it.

..................

Lying flat on the old bed was a girl with her upper body bare. She had long, messy, pure white hair and skin as pale as someone who was seriously ill. Her delicate, doll-like face was expressionless and showed no emotion.

Even though her upper body was covered with numerous black wounds, including two of the most fatal ones that had penetrated five centimeters into her body, she remained silent and showed no signs of pain.

"Master, hang in there a little longer! Everything will be alright!"

A werewolf-like creature emitted a rapid and sorrowful female voice as it clumsily used its silver claws to grasp a damp, special towel and carefully cleaned its master's wounds.

It had already heard the various strange noises coming from outside, but at this moment it was powerless and could only watch helplessly as its master gradually walked towards death.

"Fenrir, I have a task for you."

The girl's face remained blank, like a robot, and she spoke in a cold voice. Tens of thousands of years had passed since this werewolf monster met her, and she had always been like this.

Without emotions or pain, it's like a walking corpse, clinging to life according to some ancient covenant until now.

Her real name is "Kalamiti", the sixth apostle known as the "Plague Demon King", a traitor who once turned against the evil gods from beyond the realm in the ancient mythological era.

No one could have imagined that such a lofty and ancient being would now be abandoned by all and on the verge of death.

The details of this incident remain unknown, but one thing is certain: she foresaw her own death from the very beginning and allowed things to escalate to the worst possible outcome.

"Fenrir, continue fleeing northwards, across the Land of Dawn, across the Wilderness, to the end of the Undying Black Dead Sea, where I have built a paradise for you."

"The world will one day be destroyed. I have no way to save you, but at least I can leave you with a happy memory."

Fenrir, the Icefield Dire Wolf, seemed to have its tail stepped on, letting out a sharp hissing sound, "I don't want to!"

"We, the Icefield Demon Wolves, have dedicated our entire lives to our master. Whether it is a hundred years, a thousand years, or ten thousand years, our loyalty belongs to our master alone. To die for our master is our greatest happiness!"

"It's not too late. Even if only Fenrir is left, Fenrir will fight its way out for its master! It will definitely ensure that its master survives!"

Stubbornly refusing all the demands, the obstinate werewolf continued to clean the wounds on the girl's upper body. Those wounds were beyond healing, and black corrosion was slowly spreading, devouring the apostle's flesh and soul, about to drag her into the abyss of death.

The girl didn't insist any further; she was supposed to be devoid of emotion anyway, and just murmured to herself.

"It's all a farce. Ancient gods, apostles, humans... they're all pawns arranged on this stage by fate. From the moment the intelligent life in this world began to pursue the power of the gods, there was no turning back."

Despairing, he exhausted all his strength to resist it all, only to be trapped in an eternal vow from which there was no turning back, personally destroying the true hope of this world.

Looking back now, was interfering in the Elf Kingdom really the right thing to do?

The Sixth Apostle, considered a vicious and wicked villain, slowly closed her eyes. Perhaps only at this moment could she feel that she was still alive and that she was not a puppet of fate.

When she opened her eyes again, a powerful magical force called "decay" spread out, and a terrifying killing intent descended at the same time!

...... ...... ......

"explode?"

A series of explosions rang out from the northwest, and the abnormal tremors from the ground caused Li Lan, who was on alert, to slightly change her expression.

This situation is absolutely extraordinary. "Could it be contrary to Viscount Ivan's claim? Could the Crimson Night Flood also affect small countries?"

With this in mind, and sensing that the unusual commotion outside seemed to be getting closer, Li Lan's curiosity and vigilance grew stronger. "No, I have to see what's going on with my own eyes and prepare in advance!"

In any case, he has never truly seen what Kobe City is like after nightfall. As the saying goes, "knowledge gained from books is never enough." If he really wants to understand this border city of the Viana Theocracy, he might have to do something crazy.

Overwhelmed with unease, Li Lan finally stood up and slightly opened the sturdy door.

In an instant, a nauseatingly strong stench hit us, like the stench of a rat that had been dead for who knows how long.

As the door was slightly ajar, a chorus of malicious wails erupted from outside, and countless dark ghostly figures surged forward as if they had found an outlet.

What the hell!

Horrifying! Intensely terrifying!

Even with the boost of "courage," Li Lan's hair still stood on end. After taking two steps back in fear, her raised right hand instinctively clenched.

"Holy Light!"

A pure white sphere of light, the size of a ping-pong ball, instantly illuminated the empty room, thus keeping the massive, whistling black ghostly figures outside the door.

For some unknown reason, Li Lan's holy light was blocked inside the door, and not a single ray of light could penetrate it.

"It seems that with this door as the boundary, the inside and outside will probably be two different worlds. Right now, I can open this door to observe, but I absolutely cannot step out rashly!"

As Ivan Hank said, going into darkness under such circumstances would most likely result in death.

Fortunately, his holy light worked, keeping the menacing vengeful spirits at bay in the terrifying world outside. Only then did he feel at ease and quietly observe the situation outside through the crack in the door.

On the long street, the enormous number of ghostly figures in the dark world were densely packed and constantly restless.

Looking up at the sky, one sees a blood-red moon ring that has transformed into a "black hole," just like the crimson torrents of the past. A large amount of pitch-black matter is radiating into the world through that "black hole," emitting a dense shriek.

Of course, this commonplace phenomenon was not enough to attract Li Lan's attention. What truly frightened him was the silhouette of a giant beast in the distance.

That terrifying giant wolf beast was hundreds of meters tall, and its blue crystal fur, which rolled like waves, emanated a bone-chilling cold. Affected by that cold, huge amounts of snowflakes began to float in the sky, turning into a super blizzard that was difficult to get close to.

"Who is this wolf fighting, and what about its fur...?"

In an instant, Li Lan recalled the real culprit who might have killed the two witch seniors, number 93 and 94. He never imagined that the one who killed those two witch seniors would be such a terrifying monster. Such a powerful monster was beyond the reach of the monsters in the abyss.

Li Lan watched helplessly as the enormous, outrageously large monster wreaked havoc and roared, plunging everything in sight into destruction.

At that moment, for the first time, he was grateful that the door truly separated two worlds. His holy light could not affect the world outside the door, and the terrifying cold and destructive power outside the door did not affect him.

Am I dreaming?

A profound sense of existential unease began to creep in, and it was impossible to stop.

On this terrifying night, Li Lan, a weakling at the "mortal" level, witnessed for the first time a battle that was almost beyond the reach of demigods, and he was only one step away from destruction!

Chapter 20 Ruthless Destruction of Flowers

The sky collapsed and the earth cracked; raging winds and snow, rushing white lightning, and overwhelming blue flames intertwined to create a terrifying apocalyptic scene.

Through the crack in the door, what appeared in Li Lan's trembling vision was a battle beyond the reach of ordinary people.

There were boundless, towering tentacles that eclipsed the heavens and earth. Amidst the chaotic dance of demons, those pitch-black tentacles opened countless enormous mouths, frantically tearing at the exhausted giant wolf.

Weaving through the countless tentacles were giants over twenty meters tall, moving like swift shadows. Each step they took caused the air to tremble and unleashed a thunderous sound as they tore through the air. Every powerful punch they threw stirred up a visible storm, tearing an unhealable hole in the ice-blue giant wolf's body.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

The giant ice wolf, fleeing madly and on the verge of death, let out a deafening roar. Terrifying magic froze the entire space. As its enormous head, covered in blackish-purple blood, tilted back, a huge ball of light, radiating blue brilliance, rapidly condensed, causing the surrounding air temperature to drop to absolute zero once again.

It was about to explode at any moment, like a nuclear bomb exploding. The magical light of the explosion swept in all directions, and wherever it went, everything was completely solidified and shattered into tiny dust particles.

How terrifying was the attack that erupted before it exhausted its strength? It caused the five one-eyed abyssal monsters that were burning with blue flames to instantly vaporize, and more than half of the huge number of black tentacles that had been tightly surrounding it melted away and turned into dust.

The giant Leander, who was over twenty meters tall, managed to withstand the terrifying burst of cold air, but the skin on his front was in constant necrosis, and he lost his fighting ability for a short time.

Seeing the enormous demonic wolf's aura suddenly drop, the two women who had been lying in wait attacked simultaneously.

"Successful!"

The fourteenth of the seventy-two pillars of gods, Lord Lerakin the Demon, makes his official appearance.

The dreamlike black hair behind her began to writhe rapidly, transforming into eighteen slender black arms, nine of which transformed into massive, imposing, jet-black crossbows.

The moment the bow was drawn, an explosive burst of magical power erupted, and the invisible, terrifying suction instantly calmed the chaotic scene, like the calm before a storm.

Immediately, the terrifying silver magic arrows that shot into the sky transformed into a dense rain of arrows that blotted out the sun, unleashing an even more intense storm of death!

While using a rain of magical arrows to restrain the enormous abyssal monster, Lerakin's dreamlike long hair merged again, transforming into two giant hands that drew an exaggeratedly ferocious crossbow, continuously gathering highly concentrated magic power that gradually transformed into giant, sharp magical arrows...

"I'll die! If I take this guy's attack head-on, I'll die instantly!"

For a deep-sea monster that has existed for tens of thousands of years, Fenrir is not afraid of death; at this moment, its only concern is for the master who has entrusted himself to it.

The opened magic shield transformed into a rapidly swirling blizzard, barely managing to withstand the torrential downpour of silver-white magic arrows.