Witch Redemption

This world is strange! Everything that makes up this place defies common sense!

"Simply killing this mindless monster won't solve the problem. The more important one is the one with reason. That one is the real entity. Only by killing it can we break this strange, sealed-off area."

But in the blink of an eye, the girl with dark green hair had vanished without a trace, leaving only the murderous true form of the creator in the vast arena.

It must be said that once their true form is revealed, it would be difficult for any god-level being in this world to gain an advantage against the ancient creators. The ancient creators have represented absolute power since ancient times, and their physical strength is naturally also at its peak.

"Is this guy deliberately hiding?"

The giant, raised tail swept across the octopus-headed humanoid monster's body, only to be tightly covered by a "sister-in-arms kill" move.

Webbed claws dug deep into his body, like nails driven in. The next second, an irresistible, terrifying force lifted his massive body high into the air and slammed it down nearly a thousand times, smashing his head and turning more than a third of his body into a bloody pulp, like ripping a rag.

Every tremor of the water flow was like an earthquake, shaking the very soul. Finally, the dark green humanoid monster spun like a windmill, violently flinging its last remaining body parts, and with a loud "boom," its two-thirds serpentine body crashed into dust on the high wall tens of thousands of meters high, like a flying pile of excrement.

The terrifying vortex dissipated once more, and as everything returned to calm, the black sauce slowly rose with the flowing water.

"Absolute physical power, truly worthy of the ancient creator! Just like in ancient times, it inspires awe!"

Suddenly, all the floating bits of meat moved towards the center, and within a second, they were back to their original state.

These are the god-level beings of this world. They are ultimate beings that cannot be killed by the laws of physics. They are immortal and can instantly recover from any injury, no matter how severe. They possess infinite physical strength, infinite magical power, and infinite energy. If demigod-level beings who have awakened their origin cannot withstand attacks on the soul level, then god-level beings are immortal and have the added characteristic of an indestructible soul.

To truly kill a god, it is simply impossible without relying on a "domain"—a power that interferes with cause and effect and creates laws.

"It's a bit of a shame that the gods of this world were originally unable to kill the ancient creator, whether on a physical or spiritual level. However, we are not like those useless gods from the ancient mythological era!"

The long, black, serpentine monster, now restored, remained coiled in place, but this time it was different from before.

For the god of the present world, "Oz the Trembling Wind," the inability to manifest his domain does not mean that he is unable to use the true power that he should possess as a god.

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The world after the Age of Gods was in ruins and needed rebuilding. Although a thousand years had passed, many of the world's major nations were still struggling to emerge from the shadow of the Dark Ages.

On this day, having successfully awakened his origin and advanced to the demigod realm, Oz Beryl was received by the prophet of the ancient kingdom.

“Oz Beryl? Congratulations, your advancement will become a new hope for our country.”

In the central temple, the benevolent old man, who was then the prophet of the desolate ancient kingdom and the only supreme god in the world, who had given everything for the ancient kingdom, was smiling down at him.

He deeply respected this hero who saved the country, and kneeling on the ground, his expression was full of admiration.

"I called you here today to discuss something with you. This matter might cost you your life, I wonder..."

"I do! My Lord Prophet, please speak up!"

For nearly a thousand years, whenever a powerful being awakens their true nature appears in the desolate ancient kingdom, they disappear after a period of time, and no one knows where they go. However, people have discovered that with each disappearance, the protective barrier surrounding the desolate ancient kingdom continuously expands. The expansion of the protective barrier means that the ancient kingdom can isolate itself from more and more powerful demons, giving its people more opportunities to breathe.

Although these powerful figures did not know the reason for the disappearance of the demigod, they firmly believed that whatever the leaders of the ancient kingdom did was for justice, and that everything they did was to save the country and even the world in the future.

The darkness of the mythical era deeply wounded all surviving intelligent beings, causing them to live in fear to this day.

If, in order to dispel the shadows of the past, it is necessary to sacrifice the lives of these demigod-level beings, then any one of them would step forward without hesitation.

Because they all knew the truth about this world: those despicable creators would inevitably destroy it again in the future. Faced with these powerful enemies, merely awakening one's origin and becoming a demigod was insufficient to contend with them. All they could do was pave the way for the "prophesied day" within their own capabilities, at any cost.

"Excellent! You truly are a citizen of this ancient kingdom. Your loyalty and awareness fill me with immense pride!"

But he also felt pain because of this; the thought of possibly losing such a loyal subject in the future filled the old man with immense heartache. At this point, the old man no longer concealed his intentions and simply asked, "Now there is an opportunity to gain greater power, but to seize this power, failure could cost you your life forever. Are you willing?"

The answer was obvious, and he nodded devoutly.

Human life is but a hundred years, and even if they awaken their true nature and become "immortals," their responsibilities as humans will only be greater.

Oz Beryl loved this country. Living in this dark world, he was able to survive to this day only because he was protected by many of his ancestors. His character and his soul would not allow him to continue running away, which meant that he could never repay this country in his lifetime.

"Very good. Prepare yourself and stabilize your current realm. Three months later, I will send you to the Heavenly Domain. At that time, you will need to possess the body of the Storm Goddess. I will tell you the specific method then, and your predecessors will also teach you how to do it."

Before that, nearly a thousand demigods had died during the possession process, each leaving behind crucial information about the possession at the moment of their death. Regardless, with this wealth of inherited information, the ancient kingdom absolutely could not give up halfway and let all the efforts of its predecessors go to waste.

After a brief explanation, Oz Beryl suddenly realized that he had originally thought the disappearance of these demigods might be a sacrifice to strengthen the protective barrier, but he never expected that they were going to possess the corpses of ancient gods? This was a bit too absurd.

"Humanity has its limits, Oz. I am older than any of you. I have lived through the age of mythology, through the darkness after the fall of the gods, and the more I understand the powerlessness of humanity. Although I am currently the only living god of the ancient kingdom, I will not be the only one in the future. You will follow the same path as me, replacing all the gods of the past. Oz, I believe in you, you can do it! Not only me, but you will also be the hope for this country, this world, and the future!"

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The memories from thousands of years ago are still as clear as if they happened yesterday. "Oz the Trembling Wind" is the name he inherited after that time, which also indicates that he possessed the body of the "Goddess of Storms".

In the ancient age of gods, each ancient god possessed a corresponding power: the goddess of dawn possessed the "power of light," the goddess of the underworld possessed the "power of death," and the goddess of space, Chronos, possessed the "power of dimensions," among others. Furthermore, while many ancient gods shared similar origins of power, the nature of their powers differed significantly.

For example, the "power of death" of the goddess of the underworld and the "power of death" of the goddess of death, the former tends to control the soul, while the latter is the annihilation of the soul.

The present-day god "Oz the Trembling Wind" inherited the "Storm Power" of the "Storm Goddess". Now, under the unsolvable crushing force of the Creator's powerful physical attacks, he finally wants to officially unleash this power.

With a long howl to the sky, the piercing shriek unique to snakes transformed into ear-piercing sound waves that spread in all directions.

Suddenly, all the wind elements, imbued with a great deal of magic, swirled wildly around, creating an even more turbulent whirlpool in the water.

The wind, which should have been invisible, had now woven into pale blue threads, swirling rapidly and densely, like a giant, impenetrable net, completely surrounding him, as if it had formed an absolute defense.

This was the first step. The second step was that the long, black, serpentine monster that had been protecting itself began to launch a positional attack!

He remained coiled in place, but his enormous head, raised high, opened its massive maw full of fangs and spewed out a large amount of "wind cannonballs." The nature of this attack was clearly the same terrifying attack that had recently annihilated the Imperial warship!

Each "wind cannonball" is imbued with pure magic and contains the most violent wind elemental energy. Rather than a cannonball, it is more like a "blood droplet" woven from hundreds of millions of wind blades. Once it comes into contact with anything, no matter what kind of creature it is, it will be instantly torn to shreds.

"Being unable to unleash my domain does not mean I cannot use other methods to unleash the true power of a domain!"

Faced with this powerful "elemental cannonball attack," the true form of the ancient creator "Cthulhu" merely raised its webbed claw in an attempt to block it. However, the successive bursts of wind elemental power exploded on its claw, utterly shattering its entire arm!

"We can't kill this creator this way; we need to use other methods!"

The tail of the serpentine monster began to sprout countless bone spikes, lying in wait for the right moment.

This is the trump card of the desolate ancient kingdom against the ancient creator. If one really wants to kill an ancient creator, the quickest way is to use the same creator's power.

"Oz the Trembling Wind" did more than simply possess the corpse of the "Storm Goddess"; he also seized a portion of the Creator's corpse, fusing it into his tail to form the unique "God-Slaying Thorn." To obtain such a trump card, he endured the madness and mental pollution inflicted upon him by the Creator's corpse for thousands of years, and now it could finally be put to use.

"Even if we can't kill this fatso, we can still restrain him for a short time using these methods. The most important thing is the other guy!"

Intuition, a strong intuition, that as long as the "brain" is killed, everything will be solved.

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"Dun dun dun—"

After letting out a burp, Kelp, who was watching from the sidelines, suddenly became restless, feeling an unprecedented and intense sense of crisis.

For the most advanced beings in the universe, they all possess a special "crisis perception," but when faced with this "crisis perception," creators of different personalities make different choices.

Those who crave thrills will bravely face challenges, even if it means "dying," since their main body is immortal and their clones can die as many times as they want. Take, for example, Shub Nicholas, the "Black Goat of the Forest," a master of self-destruction; or Nyarlathotep, the "Faceless God," a top-tier con artist among self-destructive types—both fall into this category.

Another type is the coward who doesn't actively seek excitement. They're always afraid of trouble and will avoid it if they can. For example, Abhoth, the "source of the unclean," is the ultimate coward among cowards, suffering from agoraphobia and never showing himself in public; or Cthulhu, the "god of the weak ship," is the ultimate coward among shut-ins, thinking, "If I can't afford to mess with him, I'll just avoid him."

In other words, when faced with "crisis perception," the first thought of this evil god named "Cthulhu" is to hide. If he can't hide, he doesn't want to face it directly like this. Instead, he will nip the source in the bud and will never give his opponent any chance.

"This world is too exaggerated. To this day, I still don't know what exactly happened ten thousand years ago. In that era of gods, not only did a large number of toys made by the creators die in this world, but even the ancient creators' avatars died by tens of thousands."

The avatars of the ancient creator are different from the original body; they are not invincible. However, logically speaking, as long as the avatars of the ancient creator do not commit suicide, the gods of this world should not be able to kill them so easily.

Many times, she suspected that the murderer who killed so many of the creator's avatars in that sealed history ten thousand years ago was probably not just the natives of this world and the toy gods, but more likely the same creator!

It's unclear whether these creators got carried away or what, but the death of the creator's avatar gave the natives of this world the opportunity to study the creator's power, which is why she suffered countless setbacks after transmigrating to this world.

"Based on my observation, this guy downstairs does indeed have a way to threaten me, and that way should be..."

Her intuition told her that it should be at the tail of this creature; she had a strong feeling that the tail contained a special aura of the creator.

"Strike first, strike hard!"

She quickly tossed the surrounding collectibles back into her storage space, and after sitting for a while, before she could even get comfortable, she stood up again in frustration.

Frustrating! It's only been a short time, and it's already so hard to even watch a good show?

“It is impossible to kill a demigod in this world by ordinary means, let alone a god. Demigods are immortal, but can be targeted at the soul level. Killing their soul is equivalent to killing their body. Gods and above are not only immortal, but their souls are also indestructible. Their only weakness is destroying the ‘divine essence’ that maintains the balance of their body.”

The ancient creator is a god, and can be said to be without any weaknesses. Of course, this only applies to the creator's main body. If it is an avatar, then it will indeed have certain "weaknesses." This weakness is that attacks from other avatars of the creator will be extremely deadly, whether physical or spiritual. Once damage is caused, it will cause "contamination." This "contamination" will cause the avatar of the creator to completely collapse, or even die completely.

Furthermore, the false gods of this world possess the weakness of a "divine essence." This so-called "divine essence" is both their source of power and the "dark blood" flowing within them that cannot be fixed in one place. Directly destroying the "divine essence" is completely impossible unless special physical means are used to bring the dark blood within their bodies to one place in the shortest possible time.

Kroos had previously heard Black-haired Yu Hui mention that in the ancient mythological era, many ancient creators intervened in this world, and each possessed special methods to kill the gods of this world. Unfortunately, neither she nor "Abhos," now known as "Leviathan," had been deeply involved, so she didn't understand this aspect.

Even the black-haired Yu Hui, the ancient creator "Shub Nicholas," merely went through the motions in response to her toys. Leviathan, however, was a bit ruthless. At that time, she sensed that the area below was too dangerous, and sending her avatars down would be tantamount to sending them to their deaths. So she simply fell asleep in the void, and slept for tens of thousands of years.

"To be honest, the nature of my power is incompatible with this world. It is mainly inclined towards the physical system. Unless I return to my original body and let my original body recreate this clone, I really can't do anything more."

It wasn't that she didn't want to kill the false gods of this world, but that it was too difficult. Earth was a world without magic or mystery. To hide in that world, one had to abandon the power of the mystical side. This meant that the "Cthulhu clone" could only use rudimentary elemental magic and this extremely powerful physical attack.

It can be said that the recent battle has already demonstrated that, on a physical level, she can easily crush the false gods of this world, but killing them is still too difficult, and she must approach it from other angles.

"What should I do? Should I use self-sacrifice to see if I can connect with my main body and get it to help? No, that would kill my clone too. I absolutely cannot use it unless it's a last resort. Besides, could those two bastards be trying to trick me? If I were to sacrifice myself for them... cough, I need to kill this guy with the least possible cost!"

Even a wise creator has a few ulterior motives and engages in some kind of scheming and intrigue.

"The lowest possible cost... Oh!"

Suddenly, remembering a valuable item in her storage space, the high-foreheaded girl with long dark green hair began to smile mischievously as she eagerly took it out.

This strange weapon, which was two meters long, was less a spear and more a spine-like object forcibly twisted together by countless blood-red steel wires. It had the unique outline of a biological spine and countless forked barbs, making its overall appearance ferocious and shocking.

Indeed, this weapon is the very thing she once commanded two of her subordinates to seize during a time of chaos in the Elf Kingdom; it is called the "Spear of Longinus."

Although she was a little curious about the connection between the name and Earth, as an avatar of the Creator, she was well aware of the weapon's power. This was no ordinary spear; it was the spine of an ancient avatar of the Creator, containing an endless destructive force.

This weapon was originally intended to deal with the Creator's clone, but it ended up in her hands by chance, making her even more powerful.

"I choose you!"

In an instant, the girl standing at the very top of the building raised the special blood-red spear high. As the muscles in her hands swelled, a large amount of magic power was frantically flowing into the spear, radiating a dazzling blood-red light and causing wave after wave of intense spatial fluctuations.

"Tsk, that's a bit too much noise!"

However, she was now in this guy's blind spot. After all, she and the behemoth below shared the five senses, so she could naturally use this mountain-like giant to cover her tracks and hide in the shadows at all times.

The most powerful attack, brewing for almost a second, erupted with a thunderous explosion as it was thrown with extreme violence, seemingly intent on killing both itself and its clone.

Although the Creators do not like to enhance their intelligence and become "robots," they are not fools. In fact, they are absolutely first-rate when it comes to scheming.

Just as the "Spear of Longinus" in his hand transformed into red lightning, the massive upper body of the ancient creator "Cthulhu's" avatar was also dismembered by this mortal god's terrifying "wind cannonball." That guy was still brewing a continuous barrage of attacks and opened his mouth full of dense fangs.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, before he could react, "Oz the Trembling Wind" only witnessed a flash of crimson light that shattered all his magical attacks and penetrated deep into his throat, unleashing an unimaginable energy attack.

There was no pain; it was as if the entire massive body had become numb and thus lost control.

"Ugh—ah—"