Witch Redemption

"It's a bit strange. Logically speaking, we've already slaughtered so many low-level zombies, we should be facing a higher-level wave of death soon."

Rumor has it that many of the undead creatures in this death tide possess intelligence. Anyone with common sense should know just how powerful the enemy is and should send out even stronger ones to intercept them. Fighting soldiers against soldiers and generals against generals is the most foolish choice; the best option is to deploy something stronger to crush the opponent in one fell swoop.

While Li Lan was perusing his natal magic book, the twin witches Bai Ling and Yu Hui beside him also awoke, looking refreshed. The three legendary adventurers, Franklin, Ruda, and Nig, were merely rubbing their eyes wearily, appearing as if they were about to collapse from exhaustion.

Seeing their condition, Li Lan thought for a moment and reminded them, "The weather is too bad today, you might as well rest for a while."

Li Lan and her witches had faced countless life-or-death situations and needed only four or five hours of sleep for years. But these weak, legendary adventurers were different. They were mortals, and having achieved the status of legendary adventurers, they had become somewhat complacent. Because they valued their lives, they dared not gamble with them, so they were finding it difficult to adapt to this grueling long-distance journey in the short term.

Of course, altitude sickness due to old age is also a major reason.

In comparison, the witch's body is truly amazing; in a sense, she is immune to all poisons and never suffers from any illness. Only external injuries can defeat her.

"Thank you." Franklin felt like he was about to close his eyes; the thought of his painful days on the run made him feel like he was dreaming.

At this point, the three unkempt middle-aged men, who hadn't shaved their beards for more than three days, huddled around the campfire and fell into a deep sleep once again.

“White antelope, snow antelope, let’s head in this direction today,” Li Lan said after looking at the map for a while. “If we continue climbing, they won’t be able to keep up, and neither will we.”

Moreover, what Li Lan lacks most right now is time. He has a premonition that if he doesn't get to the center of the snow-capped mountains as soon as possible, the enemies he will face next will probably not only be the "Dead Tide," but also the coalition of various superpowers in the world.

"This is such a headache," Li Lan muttered, patting her head, for the first time in many days, "The intelligence is seriously lacking!"

Information asymmetry and insufficient intelligence have resulted in us running around aimlessly like headless flies.

"Lady Karen, I think I can provide you with information, but may I borrow your head?"

Suddenly, a female voice came from somewhere, which made Li Lan, the Twin Witches and Yu Hui extremely alert, and they grabbed the weapons around them almost at the same time.

"who!"

Li Lan's expression changed drastically. He quickly glanced at the natal magic book beside him out of the corner of his eye, but found nothing on the "Survey" interface.

"It is I. Although I remember you, you probably do not know who I am."

As soon as the words were spoken, a figure about 1.7 meters tall suddenly appeared at the entrance of the empty cave. The figure was wearing a specially made elite armor, and a face with white bones was revealed under the pointed black iron helmet, with two balls of blood-red flame burning in the eye sockets.

The moment they met, Li Lan felt a strange sense of familiarity with the skeletal figure, but for a moment he couldn't remember who it was.

"This guy is connected to Lorina?"

“My head isn’t so easy to take,” Li Lan said, instinctively shielding the Twin Witches and Yu Hui behind her with intense hostility. “Tell me, what is your purpose?”

This guy is strong!

He completely ignored the numerous patrolling guards outside and silently infiltrated this territory without Li Lan and the others noticing. If this guy were to get serious...

Two hours later, around three o'clock in the afternoon, on the mountainside of a snow-covered mountain peak, a menacing skeleton warrior emerged from the cave carrying a blood-soaked silver-haired head.

Outside the cave, the entire mountainside was a dark, oppressive expanse.

This time, it wasn't just the zombies from before that came, but a massive and terrifying army of skeletons, the elite of the death tide!

"The enemy leader has been captured!"

Holding the witch's severed head aloft, displaying it one by one to the surrounding skeleton warriors, the aloof leader strode towards the heart of the snow-capped mountains. With this, the massive undead army began to disperse, unknowingly clearing a safe path to the center of the snow-capped mountains.

Chapter 16 An Encounter Guided by Truth

Franklin, Ruda, and Nig, three legendary adventurers, were suddenly awakened from a nightmare. However, to their surprise, it was already late at night when they opened their eyes. The flickering campfire in the distance illuminated the entire empty cave as if it were another dimension.

"..."

Franklin was silent for a few seconds, his expression changing drastically. He finally realized he had made a grave mistake. "I'm so sorry, so very sorry, I overslept..."

"Sorry, I overslept too. Let's get ready right away..."

Ruda and Nig, the two middle-aged men, hurriedly gathered their weapons, intending to immediately follow the witches on their journey.

There was no other way; they were simply too exhausted. Nearly a month of sleep deprivation, coupled with their relentless travel, had pushed their bodies and minds to their limits, which is why they finally fell into a deep sleep while taking a nap today.

"No rush, we need to stay here for a week, and then we'll take a shortcut to our destination."

The twin sister, Xue Ling, comforted them, adding some firewood to the campfire while taking out some dry food and water from her storage space, letting the three uncles rest and recover their strength.

"Forehead?"

Franklin was a little confused. They were supposed to travel entirely at night? What happened while they were asleep? Why did they suddenly decide to camp here?

"Where is Miss Roman?" Bald Uncle Lu Da quickly noticed that someone was missing. The missing person was the backbone of the group, which made him feel a strange fear, thinking that something terrible had happened.

Indeed, what happened was quite serious, but thankfully it was a happy occasion!

The usually composed Gemini sister, Xue Ling, let out a rare sigh of relief and explained, "He needs to leave for a while. We'll set off in a week to meet him. He asked me to tell you to be prepared, because if things go smoothly, our enemy might not be the Death Tide."

"Not a death tide?" Franklin's heart skipped a beat, and he pressed on, "Have you obtained any further intelligence?"

"This..." Xue Ling hesitated for a few seconds, thinking to herself, "Karen didn't mention whether I should tell them the truth before she left. How should I answer now? Should I hide it or tell them the truth?"

Although she wasn't very old mentally, the twin sister Xue Ling was different from her twin sister Bai Ling; she still had some ulterior motives. So, after Li Lan left, the right to speak fell to the older sister.

In their predicament, the sisters exchanged glances, hesitant to speak. Fortunately, Yu Hui stepped in to help. Since the little one couldn't speak, they used a written agreement to subtly remind Xue Ling, "It's not a secret; you can let them know."

Both sides are now in the same boat, and there's really no need to hide some life-or-death information.

"Ahem," Xue Ling covered up her embarrassment and spoke the truth, "Gentlemen, please don't be too surprised by what I'm about to say. We have now fallen into a huge conspiracy. The area we are standing on is actually an evil altar."

"An altar?" Franklin, Ruda, and Nig exchanged glances, their eyes revealing their confusion.

Xue Ling, with an expression that seemed to say, "Don't ask me too much, I don't know either," added, "To be precise, we are all sacrifices in this altar, beings that should have died soon. In other words, the Desolate Ancient Kingdom doesn't need us to fight against the tide of death, but rather it needs us to become part of the tide of death."

"You mean, this death tide was orchestrated by the Ancient Kingdom of the Wasteland? Their goal is to sacrifice us all?"

absurd!

Franklin's first reaction was disbelief. The ancient kingdom had used all of them, legendary adventurers, as sacrifices? How could this be? What was the ancient kingdom after?

"I don't know the details, but I've heard that this great power wants to create a powerful creator, so it needs to sacrifice more living beings. We alone are not enough; it needs more."

Xue Ling simply summarized the conversation between Li Lan and the uninvited guest not long ago, without going into many details. In short, it was the same thing: "We're doomed, just wait to die."

Looking at the witch's somewhat innocent expression, Franklin felt that further questioning would likely yield no results, so he privately discussed the matter with Ruda and Nig, asking, "What do you think?"

Lu Da touched his bald head. "There's a high probability it's true. Looking back now, we all came here because of a shared goal, only to be treated like prisoners. Perhaps the ancient kingdom never intended for us to leave alive. In other words, our deaths might have truly been inevitable. If we had made the same choice as everyone else back then, our fate would have been..."

Ruda didn't continue the conversation. Their lives were saved by these witches. If they hadn't built a good relationship with these witches from the beginning, they would have followed in the footsteps of other adventurers on the very first night.

Nig, the short, dark-skinned man, pondered for a while. "What I'm really curious about is the ancient kingdom's purpose. Was the blood sacrifice to create gods? Are gods so easy to create?"

Adventurers like Franklin, who possessed considerable strength and status, must have known some of the rumors about the Creator.

The legendary "Creator," also known as the "Extraterrestrial Demon God," is an evil being whose power surpasses that of the ancient gods. In ancient times, it brought darkness and fear to the world. After being defeated or sealed by the gods, it left behind the world-destroying declaration of the "Prophecy Day."

Of course, this is all history from 10,000 years ago, and the truth may have been distorted to a great extent, so it cannot be taken entirely seriously.

However, in that dark period of divine history, all legends related to the creator contain numerous tales of "blood sacrifice." The creator of that time brought not only fear and despair to the world, but also countless rebellions and sins, giving rise to a large number of evil believers.

These evil believers, in their quest for power bestowed by the Creator, engage in rampant blood sacrifices, trading the lives of their closest and dearest loved ones for the Creator's descent. Even more horrifying, there are rumors of large-scale evil sacrifices that have destroyed entire cities or even nations, the level of carnage being utterly appalling.

"It couldn't possibly be the kind of blood sacrifice from history, could it? As a reclusive superpower, the Desolate Ancient Kingdom shouldn't be pursuing such an evil power." He said this, but Nig was completely unsure in his heart.

“Who knows, we didn’t experience that era,” Franklin sighed, then asked the witch by the campfire, “Did Miss Roman specify who our enemies were before she left? It wasn’t just the Desolate Ancient Kingdom?”

“Yes,” the twin sister, Xue Ling, also had a headache. “There are many enemies. Their goal is not only to solve the dead tide here, but their target is very likely us.”

The British Empire, Li Lan's greatest enemy is about to strike again, with the goal of destroying him and "the Queen of the Nation".

The elites of the Elf Kingdom and Naga Kingdom in the Western Continent probably have no interest in the tide of death. Their only goal is likely to be "the foreign witch Roman Hydra must die" and "the Twin Witches must be retrieved at all costs." Moreover, the people who came this time are just a preliminary probe, and something even more powerful is yet to come.

In addition, there are some strange adventurers who have infiltrated the snow-capped mountains and survived to this day; they must also have come with some ulterior motives.

"We'll see how things go after we regroup. In short, we're safe for now, as long as we stay here for a while longer."

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

In a remote part of the eastern region of the snow-covered mountains, a stench permeated the land littered with corpses.

"Tsk, these useless people can't even buy themselves a little time!"

Zombie Eileen spat out several mouthfuls of black saliva, her other hand tightly clutching her chest, which looked as if it had been sliced ​​off. "Damn it! My body!"

As a top-tier zombie, her physical strength was already at its peak. She never expected to be injured by these two demigod-level banshees, which naturally enraged her. She didn't know when her severed nipples would regenerate and heal, and even after they did, she didn't know if they would be able to maintain symmetry.

Indeed, this powerful zombie is a weirdo with a morbid obsession with "symmetry," even his hairstyle is parted in the middle.

"Stop complaining. Dispose of their bodies immediately. Do you think someone who can become a demigod would die so easily?"

Zombie Bellin was also badly injured. She dragged the still-warm corpse, plunged a claw into the chest of the tall banshee, and began to frantically suck the blood from the guy's body. The whole process lasted for ten minutes until the guy was completely dried up.

"Wow! This is so nutritious!"

Zombie Bellin grinned, revealing jet-black fangs, his expression suggesting he was about to ascend to heaven.

Having also drained the life out of another short banshee, Eileen contentedly withdrew her right claw, smoothly twisting off the seaweed-headed creature's head before slowly taking a step forward. "Indeed a great tonic. I'll return to report to the King and convey the High God's message."

"By the way, give me your head too. It feels uncomfortable to have my other hand empty."

"No way! This is my spoils!"

"you......"

Shortly after the two zombie women, who seemed to have a strained relationship, left, the snowstorm on the peak seemed to intensify. Before anyone knew it, a large amount of snow had buried the remains of the low-level zombies scattered on the ground, along with the dried corpses of the two banshees.

It wasn't until night fell again that a rustling sound suddenly arose from beneath the thick snow.

Immediately afterwards, two dark gray iron claws suddenly emerged, and two naked banshees, one tall and one short, struggled to crawl out of the snow, panting heavily.

"My God, if it weren't for the Lord's protection, I would be dead here today!"

The short banshee, with a mournful face, muttered to herself, her head darting left and right, as if worried about being guarded by a corpse.

"Praise be to the great Creator!"

The tall banshee's face was no better; she was still completely bewildered until this moment.

They had only gone to the nearest adventurers' guild in the Kingdom of Fenyan to gather information and continue tracking the foreign witches, when inexplicably a ruthless person appeared and, without explanation, sent them to this damned place. That wasn't all; what were these two demigod-level undead creatures that arrived during the day? They actually humiliated them like dirt?

Unlike their deaths in the Elf Kingdom, after dying in this hellish place, a mysterious force from the depths of the earth relentlessly dragged their bodies and souls away. If it weren't for the Creator's "healing blessing," they might have truly perished.

In reality, two banshees who had ascended to demigod level and could be considered immortal shouldn't have been defeated so quickly. Unfortunately, the two top-tier zombies who attacked them were not so simple; the power they wielded was simply the power possessed by god-level beings.

That is the "domain".

The banshee "Ako" still clearly remembers that in that instant, the entire world changed. They were completely immersed in a pitch-black space filled with tens of thousands of vengeful spirits, who launched a frenzied attack on them. They only had time to put up a preliminary resistance before all their magic power was drained, and they died in less than a minute.

“Those two guys must have been at the same level as us when they were alive. Also, this field is not simple. It was originally going to completely assimilate us.”

Arno, the tall, harbinger of death, trembled slightly, clearly feeling a lingering fear.