Witch Redemption

"Have you ever witnessed the Empire taking action?"

Upon hearing this, his subordinates all shook their heads.

“I have witnessed it. It happened many years ago, but I am currently in Mori City on the border of the Empire. It is said that at that time, the Empire sent troops to wipe out the goblins in the Mori City ruins area. It was a fleet of this kind.”

"To be honest, every superpower has its own powerful abilities, which are not easily revealed to the world. They are all products of the witch's research. It is worth mentioning that the Empire is really special. There is definitely a reason why it has become the strongest in the Eastern Continent."

Magic Crystal Technology is said to have involved far more than just witches as research materials; it also incorporates the technological expertise of an ancient creator.

The United Duchy of Ries did attempt to crack the Empire's technology, but unfortunately, they only managed to develop the most basic magic crystal technology, such as magic crystal lamps and other everyday items. They couldn't learn anything else, such as the more advanced steam locomotives and airships, and were completely at a loss.

Ultimately, it's normal that the orcs of the duchy have always been proficient only in physical advanced technology.

Biler briefly recounted how powerful the giant ship he had witnessed was; with just one round of fire cannon fire, the entire ruins of Mo City were completely razed to the ground, burning everything, from monsters to plants, to astonishing efficiency.

"The Empire has sent a very large number of troops this time, and they have even brought out their trump cards. It should be no problem to deal with that Youji who destroyed the country, not to mention the escaped Roman Hydra, they are all doomed. Now, the number of allied forces from us duchies is not much, and the number of allied forces from us duchies is not much either. Rather than this, it is better not to get involved in this mess."

The orcs of the Orc Duchy are all somewhat lazy, especially those below the level of demigod. Despite their considerable talent and intelligence, their laziness leads them to drift along aimlessly.

Therefore, it is not unreasonable that it has become the weakest of the three major powers in the eastern continent.

“Then we…” Not only this Bel beastman, but all the other beastmen breathed a sigh of relief.

To be honest, they came to provide support with negative intentions from the start, as there was a lack of substantial benefits. The only instructions from above were to help eliminate the death tide, gather information about the alien witch Roman Hydra, and ideally, bring back her corpse. There was no mention of any other rewards.

Many orcs are straightforward like this. If something doesn't involve their national interests, they often think: "Give me enough money, and I'll work for you. If you give me nothing, I don't care if I do it or not."

This "death tide" was initially presented as a guise for moral aid, but now that the orcs have backed out, it's normal for them to just go through the motions.

More importantly, Biller Rean, the leader and most powerful legion commander, instinctively felt that something was wrong with this area after the strange movements in the snow-covered mountains last night. He feared that if he rashly entered, he might really die inside.

There's a saying that "poultry become unusually restless before a super earthquake," and these orcs had a similar intuition. That's why they hesitated for a whole night before finally deciding to ignore Roman Hydra and the Destroyer of the Kingdom and just evacuate.

"Let's go back to China and report back."

At Biller Rean's command, the thousands of orcish allies moved away from the snow-capped mountains without a second thought.

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In the Kingdom of Fenyan, the present-day god "Oz the Trembling Wind" learned of three unexpected pieces of information around 10 a.m.

One piece of intelligence indicates that the British Empire's fleet has officially entered the snow-capped mountain region and is approaching the central area from five directions, relentlessly carpet-bombing it. Every area attacked by the Imperial warships will be transformed into a chaotic, deep crater filled with light elemental particles, completely unsuitable for any undead creatures to remain.

It can be said that the empire came fully prepared and would not leave its opponents any way out.

"It seems the Empire intends to completely destroy the territory within a radius of over a thousand kilometers, ultimately pressuring Vanessa in the central region. At this rate, Vanessa will likely struggle to complete her evolution under such attacks. It seems our country must intervene. But how do we deal with these giant ships? This is clearly an attack aimed at annihilating demigods. Why would the Empire take such an unusual action? Could it be that they have learned of our plans?"

It seems highly unlikely no matter how you look at it.

The second piece of intelligence suggests that something unexpected may have happened to Vanessa Irish, the "Destroyer of Kingdoms." Last night, she initiated the Death Tide Sacrifice ahead of schedule, triggering an unprecedented undead riot. All the undead creatures are now constantly converging on the central area, intending to facilitate Vanessa's final evolution.

This intelligence should have been terrible news, but after the beautiful young man learned that the Empire's offensive was far too outrageous, it turned into good news. If the death tide sacrifice hadn't been triggered prematurely, the subsequent plans would very likely have failed completely.

"Fine, let's not worry about what happened to Vanessa for now. The most urgent task is to wipe out this coalition. It's time for our army to take action."

Thirdly, the orcish coalition of the United Duchy of Ries ultimately intended to flee the snow-covered mountains. It seems the rumors were true. The so-called "orcs" all possess an instinctive sense of crisis; otherwise, they wouldn't have chosen to retreat in such a panic.

"Once you're in this mess, do you think you can get out?"

With murderous intent arising, the boy's normally beautiful face turned somewhat gloomy. He quickly summoned his subordinates to give orders, then fell into deep thought once again.

The situation may have truly spiraled out of control!

Chapter 26 Divination Magic

The Empire's offensive shattered the tranquility of the early morning, and Helen Kingsley, still stationed on the outskirts of the snow-capped mountains, simply gazed into the distance.

"The Empire on which the sun never sets, the strongest nation on the eastern continent, is feared even by the Ross royal family, which is backed by the Chaos Creator. Today, it seems that it is indeed extraordinary!"

"These weapons of war are probably more powerful than any modern weapon I've ever seen in my previous life. It seems the Empire is planning to carry out carpet bombing to completely destroy this vast area."

The reality presented to Helen Kingsley is very likely to be this absurd, and the Empire's methods this time are perhaps a bit of an overreaction.

"I don't know how many people are in the Imperial Fleet, but the ground forces should number around 20,000. In addition, the Elven Kingdom has more than 100,000 soldiers, which is many times the size of our forces. In comparison, only the Kazan United Kingdom has fewer people, probably around 4,000."

"Yesterday I only had brief contact with them. They called it a discussion, but it was really just a one-sided ultimatum. I don't know what these major powers are really thinking, but..."

Helen Kingsley remembered Ann Gnath's advice to prioritize her own survival no matter what, so after much deliberation, she finally made her decision.

"If we don't want to clash with these major powers, the best way is to keep a certain distance from them and never get involved easily, no matter what happens on their side. The combined forces of the Empire and the three major kingdoms of the Western Continent are too numerous and are all elite. If I provoke them, I will definitely suffer the consequences."

"But if I do that, I won't get the corpses of those two witches... Oh well, given the current situation, I can only consider using underhanded tactics. The Empire's fleet is in other directions, with only a small number of ground troops heading due north, and the allied forces on the western continent are also relatively scattered for the time being... Hmm! That's what we'll do!"

Helen Kingsley was originally a witch of the Night Owl tribe, and her profession was a sharpshooter. So, sneak attacks were a piece of cake for her.

If he really harbors murderous intent towards those around him, then everyone will suffer the consequences.

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Within the isolated area, the soldiers of the desolate ancient kingdom were all fully equipped and ready to go.

Elder McIan Emerson was directing several officers to count the number of troops, and he only spoke slowly after everything was truly ready.

"The order from the Supreme God has come down: at all costs, annihilate the entire allied force. Once the objective is achieved, everyone must commit suicide on the spot. You now have two choices: one is to withdraw now, but you must sign a secrecy pact and immediately return to the ancient kingdom; the other is to follow me, sign your will, and die together."

The scene was completely silent, but judging from the soldiers' resolute expressions, it was clear that they were not afraid of dying today.

After all, everything that happens within the snow-capped mountains must be kept strictly confidential. If word gets out that the ancient barbarians' army is besieging the multinational coalition, it will surely make them enemies of the entire world. Therefore, if they choose to take action today, all soldiers must be prepared to die.

Their deaths were not only sacrifices to the allied forces, but also sacrifices to this land of death.

The desolate ancient kingdom wanted to create a creator of their own to fight against the "Prophecy Day" of the future. To achieve this goal, they were willing to make any sacrifice, let alone the death of a mere soldier.

"very good!"

The old man's expression relaxed, and he took the lead, shouting, "Everyone, let's go! For the motherland!"

"For the motherland!"

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This is by no means just a simple slogan; today's soldiers of this ancient nation will be ready to die for their country and carry out their collective will.

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Divination magic, as one of the oldest and most mysterious forms of magic, is not something that just anyone can use.

If it's just a simple prediction, that's fine. But once it involves accurately predicting the future, the price to pay is absolutely beyond what ordinary people can afford.

Legend has it that the creator of "divination magic" was the "Goddess of Fate" from ancient mythology. This magic was taught by the ancient creator "Turzcha" behind the Goddess of Fate and was used to predict the future course of destiny.

In reality, divination magic is not some lofty, benevolent magic, but rather an evil one. Its most basic prophetic methods are inaccurate, requiring only a certain amount of magical energy. However, when it comes to more profound tasks like tracking individuals and pinpointing specific destinies, the requirements go far beyond the stringent conditions; sacrifices must also be offered to the creator, "Turtzcha."

It is worth mentioning that the offering must have a certain blood relationship with the magician who initiates the "divination magic," and it must also be done on a voluntary basis.

“The Empire and the Western Continent Alliance have already set off, and now only my side remains,” said Esther Belman, the expeditionary leader of the United Kingdom of Kazan. This middle-aged man, who looked somewhat old, gazed triumphantly at the Imperial fleet on the horizon before leading his troops to temporarily set up camp on the plains surrounding the snow-capped mountains. “No need to rush. We must immediately determine the location of Roman Hydra.”

With that in mind, Esther Belluman gave the order, "Hope, come in with me."

Inside the makeshift tent, he set up a soundproof barrier and then gestured for his grandnephew to sit in the chair in the center of the tent.

Hope Belluman, a dejected middle-aged man nearing fifty, is a royal knight from the Belluman family, currently among the elite of the Kazan United Kingdom. Because of his Belluman lineage, and being a descendant of the great sage Esther Belluman, the family's decline has impacted his future, leaving him somewhat melancholic.

In fact, the Belman family had been in decline ever since the death of Hasana Belman, the patriarch of the Belman family, in the United Duchy of Ries in 9770 of the New Calendar. The great sage Esther Belman's subsequent reclusion from the world only exacerbated the family's woes.

Although Hope Belluman is now among the elite of the kingdom's forces, he is actually subjected to much scorn. Furthermore, the founding war of the Kingdom of Rus in 10005 of the New Calendar killed two of his sons, and the subsequent weakness of the United Kingdom of Kazan further exacerbated his discontent, leading him to consider taking retaliatory measures against his own country on several occasions.

"Hope, let's begin."

At this moment, Ether Bellman had already sprinkled the purplish-black blood of various monsters on the ground, outlining an indescribable and strange array, and Hope Bellman, sitting in the very center, was the starting point of the array's route.

"Master, please take good care of Katrin and Tracy."

Hope removed his upper body clothing, revealing his scarred, dark body. Then, with his thick arm, he grabbed a silver dagger and pointed it at his chest.

“I will. Once I find a clue about Celine, I will take them away from the kingdom and away from the political vortex. With me by their side to protect them, you can rest assured.”

Esther Belluman promised that for a moment he felt extreme pain, but this pain was quickly overwhelmed by the anger in his heart. His resentment towards the United Kingdom of Kazan and the United Duchy of Rhys drove him to frantically seek the truth of everything.

If pursuing the truth of the past requires sacrificing all the descendants of the Beiruman family, or even his own life, he would not hesitate.

The pierced heart gushed out a huge amount of blood, but instead of spreading on the ground, the blood floated in the air and began to circulate rapidly along the indescribable patterns on the ground.

Suddenly, the entire space was filled with countless crimson lights, and time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Esther Belluman felt half of his magic power suddenly disappear, and then the surrounding crimson scene began to twist and writhe, eventually turning into an overwhelming pure white light.

After the bright light, a hazy scene appeared before my eyes.

In the mist, Esther Bellman saw a skeleton that resembled a witch resting by a campfire, and beside it was another black-haired girl wrapped up tightly. Judging from the grimoire and the Libra Cross Greatsword beside her, she was clearly also a witch.

Immediately afterwards, his vision began to rise into the air, constantly moving away from the location of the two witches, rapidly expanding to the entire area of ​​the snow-covered mountains.

What appeared before him was yet another terrifying sight: in the very center of the snow-capped mountains was a gigantic, pitch-black pit, seemingly overflowing with a black, sludge-like liquid that surged and boiled continuously. Meanwhile, the undead creatures that had been rushing in from all directions were melting into this pit one after another, giving off an extremely ominous feeling.

Starting from the central position, proceeding approximately 300 kilometers due east would lead to the location of the two witches. Moving another 800 kilometers or so would bring you to the allied forces of the three kingdoms in the western continent. Furthermore, he could see the outer borders of other areas, where the imperial fleet was wreaking havoc, seemingly intending to completely raze the entire region to the ground.

All the illusions came to an abrupt end here, dissipating like clouds and mist.

But when Esther Belluman awoke from reality, he was drenched in cold sweat. The entire tent had transformed into a bloody, otherworldly realm, with countless blood-red eyes embedded in all directions, including the ground.

Hope Belluman, the sacrifice, had bled to death, her body sinking deeper and deeper until she merged with the mentally corrupted ground. Only then did the horrific scene around her distort and transform back into the normal world, as if nothing had ever happened.

"call--"

Esther Belluman was panting heavily. He had only used the "divination magic" twice so far, and each time he felt an overwhelming and intense fear.

The first time, he spent a fortune to purchase the necessary ritual from the president of the Magic Association of the United Kingdom of Kazan, and subsequently deduced that the "Aja Red Stone" had once passed through the hands of Roman Hydra. The second time was this time, when he used divination magic to pinpoint Roman Hydra's exact location and estimate the distance between them.

In fact, there are two strict conditions for the "divination magic" to be used successfully. One is that the object must have a causal connection with the user, and the other is that the user must not have strong hostility towards the object of divination. Once these two conditions are met, the creator "Turtzcha" will respond.

For some reason, all users who have personally performed the complete "divination magic" have a misconception that the moment they emerge from the illusion, what they see is the reality of this world. Is the so-called creator "Turtzcha" the world itself?

"Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. Anyway, I've already located Roman Hydra, and I have to get there before anyone else and meet up with her."

His grand-nephew Hope Belluman, along with the indescribable array, had been completely swallowed by the earth. As a result, Esther Belluman could only suppress his inner pain, quickly walk out of the tent, and issue the latest orders to the surrounding kingdom's allied forces.

"Everyone, prepare to depart, heading due north. Remember, avoid conflict with other forces for the time being!"

In a way, Esther Belluman had already foreseen the entire future. At his current speed, he would only need about five days to reach the location of the witch Roman Hydra. At that time, if he wanted to achieve his goals, not only would the allied forces of other factions have to die, but the group he had brought with him absolutely could not be spared either.

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Li Lan had an incredibly long nightmare. He dreamt that he was sleeping on the body of a twisted monster covered in lifeless eyes, seemingly in an eternal slumber, occasionally uttering a few incoherent murmurs.

Although he couldn't understand the meaning of the babbling, and felt like his head was about to explode every time he heard it, he could probably interpret it as a strange sleep-talking that was similar to "It's delicious, I want more," without much malice, and seemed quite peaceful.

Li Lan didn't know how long the dream lasted. He only knew that when he woke up, his teeth were chattering and his skeletal body felt like it was trapped in an ice cave.