Witch Redemption

Years of fighting in the wild, coupled with the special talent skill "Weakness Prediction" brought by the leveling up of her natal magic book, allow Della to see through the biggest weakness of any monster or creature at a glance and then launch a targeted attack.

The monster that is now attacking it clearly falls into the category of "undead creatures". The best attribute to deal with it is light, followed by fire. If you are not good at either of them, then you can only consider "fighting fire with fire" and try to kill it by using a special curse skill.

If we were to rank the seven exiled witches by strength and potential, Lana, the dragonborn, would undoubtedly be number one, and Della Bertie would be number two.

This witch, who mutated into the Fallen Feathered Clan, now wields a combination of holy light and insane darkness, dominating in every aspect.

For example, right now, when she determined that a single Holy Arrow wouldn't be enough to take down the monster, she drew her bow again.

The storm never ceased, and the pure white wind arrow in his hand took shape once more. This time, it was no longer just a simple single-shot technique like "Radiant Arrow."

"Ultimate Divine Arrow!"

The hurricane, which should have been rotating clockwise, suddenly reversed direction. Then, the trembling pure white wind arrow in his hand transformed into a rapidly spinning spiral, exploding with a thunderous roar that shook the heavens and the earth the moment it left his hand!

Before you could even blink, the rampaging spiral arrow struck the massive, dark body once more. This time, the spiral arrow exploded, transforming into a massive barrage of holy light blades that surged in all directions, completely shredding the enormous monster. It then burst into dazzling light in the air, illuminating the entire area as if it were daytime.

"Okay, it's dead."

Watching the monster burn to ashes in the holy light, Della's attention returned to the unusual commotion around her.

She silently put away her professional artifact, glancing only at the natal magic book floating beside her. She noticed more and more red dots appearing on the "Survey" interface. Seemingly used to it, she then took out two Libra Cross Greatswords, one for herself and the other for her deceased best friend, Britney Ward.

"Iron cannot effectively kill undead creatures. It seems that not only do I need a weapon unique to witches, but I also need to use my racial talent and berserker talent for additional enhancement."

The power of light can only affect the Archer class, while the power of darkness is unique to secondary classes.

"While breaking through would be the best option, even necromancers can provide me with a considerable amount of grimoire experience. So tonight, let me... take a short break..."

Let us indulge in the madness of killing for a moment!

She took a deep breath, and then all consciousness in her mind began to blur, as her "killing instinct" began to dominate her body.

Della stood there, wielding two Libra Cross greatswords, but her normally chilling aura had transformed into one of utter madness, like a prehistoric beast about to erupt. She kept her head down, her blood-red eyes unfocused, seemingly driven only by the instinct to kill, and her boiling blood caused her breath to emit even thicker steam.

In an instant, time and space seemed to stand still.

The light snowflakes were thrown off their rhythm by a sudden, chaotic gust of wind, and the irrational Della immediately responded, her ferocious figure transforming into a ruthless killing machine in the deep night.

Even if a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand, or even a hundred thousand undead creatures come, as long as their individual strength cannot exceed the level of a demigod, then Della will be invincible at this moment!

The limits that Britney Wolverine, who was once a berserker and witch, could not reach, have now been inherited by the witch Della Bertie, who has surpassed her!

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

As dawn eventually breaks and the darkness dissipates, only the limbs of countless zombies, chopped into pieces, remain scattered across the empty forest floor.

Only when all hostility had vanished did she gradually awaken from her insane dream.

Is it dawn yet?

Della murmured to herself, then tore off her tattered grey cloak and her completely ruined blackish-grey soft armor. Even though a night of fighting had left her covered in countless charred wounds, Della showed no sign of pain.

She hastily applied some healing potion to promote the wound's healing, and then changed into a brand new set of soft armor and a gray cloak.

She had gradually become accustomed to physical pain, even to the point of feeling numb, though she didn't know when it started.

But one thing she was very clear about was that no matter what her body would become in the future, her heart would never change, and the tenderness within that coldness would always belong to her comrades-in-arms whom she missed.

"You must keep your strength in your own hands. When I am no longer able to help you in the future, please take good care of yourself!"

The words that Karen Elf, the witch who once pulled her out of the abyss of despair, said to her at their parting were words she would never forget.

It was this lifelong care and the light that illuminated the darkness of her life that enabled her to stay true to her original aspirations and reach where she is today. Even after losing Karen Elf's help, she never completely lost control because of the "Berserker" ability unlocked by her secondary profession "Dual Swordsman". In fact, she has now fully mastered this power and can sober up from madness at any time.

She was so determined, and it was precisely because of this determination that she has never experienced any physical mutations.

"The experience gained from the magic book didn't increase as much as I expected, which is a bit of a disappointment."

Twisting her slightly uncomfortable neck and estimating how long it would take to fully recover, Della tossed her natal magic book and the two Libra Cross greatswords into her personal storage space, once again disguising herself as an ordinary legendary adventurer.

Little did she know that just twenty minutes after she continued heading towards the center of the snow-capped mountains, a middle-aged man from the ape tribe stepped onto this "mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood" with a look of terror on his face.

Starting yesterday evening, he followed closely behind "Peerless Sword Saint Adele" using his special tracking method, just like before, with the distance between them actually only about two kilometers.

His original intention was to confirm whether this legendary adventurer possessed the identity of a witch, but he did not expect that he would actually encounter an extremely terrifying hunter last night. The hunter completely controlled his body the moment it appeared, making him despair and believe that he would die here.

As a result, the peerless swordsman Adele made her move. Vokov still clearly remembered the two incredibly powerful arrows of light. The first arrow pierced through the undead monster, and the second arrow completely annihilated it.

Then, the huge commotion attracted the rumored terrible death tide, which almost killed Vokov once again at this location.

But who would have thought that, faced with this deadly tide that most people would avoid at all costs, that terrifying guy actually stood still and fought from nightfall to dawn, leaving behind so many zombie remains.

"This girl is really a witch!"

Looking at these countless horrifying wrecks, this mad witch might be more terrifying and frightening to Volkov than facing 100,000 serial killers!

How could an ordinary witch possibly withstand such an enormous tide of death and still survive?

While feeling a chill run down his spine, a strong will to survive compelled Volkov to continue tracking the mysterious woman. He began to realize that the series of attacks last night had likely killed countless legendary adventurers behind him, and if he truly wanted to survive, this woman seemed to be his only remaining protector.

"No, even if she is a witch, I must find a way to get her help!"

Such is the pragmatism of adventurers. Right now, Vokov has only one thought: to gain the witch's trust. If he can survive until the organization's reinforcements arrive, then...

Chapter 13 Decision

After fleeing all night, breaking through the encirclement of numerous zombies, the zombie army, which should have been like a surging tide, finally retreated at dawn, and no one knew where they had gone.

"Huh...huh..."

Panting, Li Lan put down the Libra Cross Greatsword in her hand and looked around at the zombie corpses and severed limbs scattered on the ground. It was as if she had had a nightmare related to "Resident Evil"—absurd and terrifying.

"Are you all alright?" Li Lan asked.

The twin witches, White Antelope and Snow Antelope, though disheveled, displayed formidable combined strength, showing no injuries, only slight fatigue. Yu Hui, who had always complemented Li Lan's teamwork, only suffered minor wounds and was otherwise unharmed. The most unfortunate were the three human adventurers. While initially extremely powerful, they lacked stamina, and had it not been for the witches' intervention, they would likely have perished in this area.

"I think we need to rest for a while; I can barely walk anymore."

Franklin hung his head dejectedly, grimacing as he endured the pain from his wounds and the corrosive effects of the corpse poison. Perhaps the mental blow was far greater than the physical pain. From their initial high spirits to their current dejection and frustration, these legendary adventurers, who had once dominated many small kingdoms, felt utterly powerless for the first time.

“This place isn’t a good place to stay,” Li Lan said, flipping through her natal magic book and confirming the location using the “survey” map. “We were in a monster-infested area before. The nearest temple ruins aren’t far away. We can go there to rest.”

Li Lan summoned three followers, who then grabbed the three limp, legendary adventurer uncles and lifted them up. Then, Li Lan beckoned to the Twin Witches and Yu Hui to start walking.

Last night, after killing the black monster that looked like the Grim Reaper, Li Lan and his companions were besieged by a "tide of death".

To put it simply, the "dead tide" is a large army composed of a large number of undead creatures, and it is divided into several levels.

The first tier consists of low-level zombies with no intelligence, who only chase their prey on instinct. The second tier consists of undead skeletons and the undead with basic intelligence and tactical combat skills. Starting from the third tier, the "Death Tide," the composition of these zombies changes to high-level undead creatures such as liches and ancient warriors, and their attack methods undergo a radical transformation.

In other words, only those from the third tier, the "death tide," qualify as an army of the undead, while those before the third tier can only be called scouts or "minor foes." Fortunately, the attackers were from the lowest tier, consisting entirely of zombies, and, barring any unforeseen circumstances, their composition was likely the native inhabitants of the various small countries in the region.

Li Lan couldn't count the exact number, but he estimated that they were at the level of diamond-level adventurers.

Their physical strength and power were all top-notch. Compared to the zombie movies in his past life, the zombies he encountered last night were practically zombie kings.

"Fortunately, they are not intelligent, otherwise, our fate might have been unimaginable."

Even the lowest-level death tide had already forced them to flee in terror, so a higher-level death tide wouldn't just easily take their lives.

While they were deep in thought, the group had been walking for about twenty minutes and entered a dilapidated temple ruin. The surroundings were eerily quiet.

"It should be safe here for now. You should all rest for a bit, and we can discuss things again once we've all recovered our strength."

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

At noon, Li Lan opened his eyes on time and saw many followers patrolling and guarding the outside, and all the backup plans he had laid out yesterday had returned.

To gather intelligence on the area, Li Lan left behind several well-known, stealthy followers in various locations to monitor any events that might have occurred the previous night. His primary targets were the eerie town and the area near the isolation barrier.

"I see, I understand now."

After hearing the relevant intelligence report, Li Lan's expression turned somber.

First, he knew where those "death-like" things came from—they all originated from those strange flesh and blood rooms. The bits of flesh, bones, and organs in those rooms would all solidify at night, giving birth to a terrifying monster that would then go out to hunt living creatures.

Preliminary confirmation indicates that these creatures generate a corresponding number based on the number of people in the area, typically in units of ten, with one "hunter" corresponding to every ten adventurers.

Their strength can probably be identified as demigod level. When they attacked together, none of the more than two thousand legendary adventurers could resist the attack. They all mysteriously lost their ability to fight back and became puppets of these monsters.

Secondly, there's the question of where these legendary adventurers ended up, which is another extremely gruesome piece of information. According to the returning followers, these legendary adventurers were all taken to their respective rooms by these "Grim Reapers," where they were hung up neatly like pigs waiting to be slaughtered. Then, these "Grim Reapers" disemboweled them one by one, cutting them into countless pieces, and filling their own bodies with the flesh and blood.

Another point to note is that when these legendary adventurers die, they all generate an extremely large amount of black mist, which is then absorbed by the ground.

"Could it be an evil ritual?" Just hearing about it sends chills down my spine.

Finally, there is one more point that Li Lan needs to pay attention to: this desolate ancient kingdom probably knows exactly what happened here.

Just an hour after these legendary adventurers were taken away and all died, the soldiers of the desolate ancient kingdom stationed in the fortress came out to clear the area. All the items left behind by the legendary adventurers were taken away, restoring the entire place to the state it was in when Li Lan and his group were first brought in.

Sure enough, the purpose of letting a bunch of legendary adventurers in wasn't to let them fight against the tide of death at all; on the contrary, it was probably to let them die here and become part of the tide of death!

"Now that we've survived, if every night goes smoothly from now on, will those guys from the Desolate Ancient Kingdom intervene directly?"

The mere death tide is already difficult to deal with; if the soldiers of the desolate ancient kingdom were to enter the battlefield again, the consequences would only be more severe.

An unsolvable dilemma.

Upon closer reflection, ever since their identities were exposed by the present-day gods of the desolate ancient kingdom, it had become an unsolvable predicament.

"What should we do? What should we do?"

Li Lan gritted her teeth, racking her brains for a solution. If Hei Fa Yu Hui and the others were still around, Li Lan might have shouted, "Quickly use your invincible wisdom as creators to think of a way!" But now it was hopeless; they could only rely on themselves.

While they were deep in thought, the twin witches, White Antelope and Snow Antelope, had also woken up. "Karen, what do we do next?"

Having been by Li Lan's side for more than half a year, and having such an elder to rely on, these rather naive girls are more inclined to follow Li Lan's instructions.

Upon hearing this, Li Lan gestured for them to open their natal magic books and gave them specific coordinates.

“Take a look at the map. We are currently in roughly this location, and the location of the Destroyer of Kingdoms should be around this location.” According to Li Lan’s estimate, the entire area is probably half the size of the Celestial Empire. In addition, the entire area is mountainous, and there are a large number of undead creatures blocking the way. It probably won’t be easy to go forward. “We can’t turn back now. We can only go in this direction, and we may need to avoid the areas of all the small countries to avoid any accidents.”

Last night, those undead creatures resembling "death gods" were mostly found in towns, lying dormant during the day and appearing at night. To verify whether staying a certain distance away from these towns would prevent attacks, Li Lan planned to take secluded roads tonight.

I don't know how long it will take, so I'll just take it one step at a time.

First, they need to locate the location of the woman who destroyed the kingdom. If it really is Luo Lina, Li Lan believes that as long as they can rescue her, there is hope of breaking the deadlock.

Another thing that puzzled Li Lan was that he had a persistent feeling that the tide of death here wasn't being controlled by Lolina herself. Furthermore, the attack last night by that "Grim Reaper"-like undead creature was quite suspicious; why did those threads that directly attacked the soul have no effect on these witches?

It seems that the threads weren't incapable of attacking their souls, but rather contained some special intent that rendered the attack ineffective.

Of course, there is also something to be thankful for: Li Lan and his group have methods to restrain undead creatures. Otherwise, even without those strange threads, they would have surely perished here.

“Okay, then we’ll only travel at night from now on.” The twin witches immediately understood.

"Staying put is not an option. If necessary, we may have to take turns resting and travel the entire way."