Witch Redemption

"It's alright, I don't need it!"

Enraged, Helen Kingsley forced a laugh, suppressing her rage. Ultimately, she didn't choose to unleash her most powerful trump card, as she had begun to lose confidence. It was bad enough that her two prized domain techniques hadn't performed as expected, but if even her strongest "Original Technique" failed, it would be an immense blow.

"For a sharpshooter, the best way to attack is to ambush. It's not only about ensuring the opponent is within range, but also about ensuring that my attack is effective. The reason why my two domain techniques didn't perform well earlier is because this guy is like a monkey running around. Our attacks seemed powerful, but the energy bursts were basically concentrated in the impact of the shooting techniques, canceling each other out, so the effect was naturally not ideal."

Forcing herself to accept the defeat and giving herself a way out, Helen Kingsley gradually came to terms with it.

Indeed, it is precisely because we are both "sharpshooters" that we understand the limitations and greatest weaknesses of sharpshooters. Sharpshooters are the most outrageous class in terms of ranged attacks. To maximize the power of a sharpshooter, one should not attack openly and honestly, but rather act like an assassin, carrying out assassinations in stealth.

Once a marksman's location is exposed, his attacks become unpredictable, and the distance of tens of thousands of meters gives the opponent ample time to react. Moreover, an exposed marksman faces a significant crisis: the enemy will rush directly to his position, negating his prized range advantage.

When she calmed down a bit, Helen Kingsley broke out in a cold sweat.

"It seems I was careless when I found out this guy was also a sharpshooter. I shouldn't have been so eager to prove myself. Or rather, I don't need to prove myself at all. I am the strongest! The strongest is someone who will stop at nothing to kill their opponent!"

It's not too late to change course now.

"Although this guy can use all his professional skills at once, judging from the current situation, he can't break through the limitations of those skills. In other words, he must be running out of stamina, which is why he's charging towards my location under these circumstances."

Sharpshooters are not adept at close combat. Even though every sharpshooter-type witch is strong and powerful, they certainly wouldn't last long in close combat against a warrior-type witch. Clearly, this unfamiliar witch is also a Witch Devourer and possesses dual spellbook abilities. The main reason she chose to engage in close combat is that she knows the weakness of sharpshooter-type witches!

"Hmph, does this guy think she's the only one who knows the sharpshooter's weakness?"

Thinking this through, Helen Kingsley felt relieved. She thought to herself, "This guy demonstrated such a powerful slash without using any warrior-type artifacts, which means she doesn't actually have a warrior-type magic book class. The reason she was able to cut through my attack was because of her immense brute strength. After all, the way she acted earlier suggests she's from the Divine Feather Clan!"

The Divine Feather Clan is a rare witch race second only to the Dragonborn, and even rarer than the Demon Clan.

As a type of orc race, the Night Owls are actually not as rare as the Feathered Clan. However, Helen Kingsley was a little puzzled because although this guy was suspected to be a Feathered Clan member, his current demeanor was completely unrelated to the Feathered Clan.

The shattered angelic halo and the fleeting pure white energy feathers vaguely hinted at this creature's race, but her current crimson form lacked any of the divine aura unique to the Feathered Race. Judging from her frantically charging, agile figure, this creature was more like a mad dog than a god.

Mad dog! Yes! This guy is a red mad dog! In short, Red Dog!

Helen Kingsley clicked her tongue. If this guy belonged to a rare race known for its strength, then his desire to engage in close combat at this moment was definitely an attempt to utilize his unique strength advantage.

They're really not human anymore!

"Sharpshooters aren't good at close combat, which is both my and your weakness. However, you probably don't know that even without a melee-type magic book class, my physical body is still invincible in close combat. In that case, why don't I have a go at it with you?"

Thinking this, Helen Kingsley stared intently at the charging red dog and said to the elven woman beside her, who was almost losing her balance, "Miss Sharon, arrange for all the allied forces to take self-defense measures. Do everything you can to trap those three demigods and Roman Hydra. Leave the rest to me!"

Helen Kingsley drew the Libra Cross Greatsword after a long absence and leaped down from the towering mountain. The wind howled past her ears, and her incredibly strong body exploded with the speed of a cannonball.

The man's powerful physique as a member of the "Abyss God Clan" allowed him to ignore the overwhelming attacks and charge into the ruined battlefield without any protection.

Meanwhile, Crimson Witch Della, who was constantly sprinting forward, was also calculating the approximate distance. If it weren't for the fact that the marksman class couldn't determine the outcome of the battle, she wouldn't have wanted to use her strongest melee trump card.

In any case, the Sharpshooter is not a magic book class that can stand in the open, but rather an assassin class.

Therefore, when two sharpshooters face off, the advantage of assassination vanishes instantly, which is the most important reason why she was forced to engage in a "mid-range sniping duel".

But things are different now. She has opened up the situation and temporarily suppressed the opponent with "firepower". So she can take a gamble now!

At a speed of over 100 meters per second, that's over 1,000 meters in ten seconds. Finally, after about 30 seconds, the black-haired man who was also sprinting appeared in sight.

Two witches, both skilled archers, surprisingly abandoned all ranged attacks and opted for melee attacks instead!

However, little did Helen Kingsley know that the strange witch he was facing was not just a mad dog, but a killing machine! A close-combat killing machine!

Just as Helen Kingsley grinned and raised her Libra Cross Greatsword, Della, who had already entered the attack range, also grinned and swung her twin swords.

"Zheng—"

The crisp sound of metal colliding spread instantly, sparks flew everywhere, and the figures colliding together unleashed an incomparably powerful force.

"As expected, my Abyss God Clan is the strongest! Experience the terror that this power brings!"

One force can overcome ten techniques; what use are all sword skills in the face of absolute invincible power?

In their first encounter, Helen Kingsley, using the ultimate power of her mutated "Abyss God" form, cleaved Della away with a single sword strike.

Her hands, gripping the two Libra Cross greatswords tightly, split open at the base of her thumbs, blood gushing out and floating around Della, but not spilling onto the ground.

The intense pain made Della's smile even more manic, her bloodshot, beastly eyes unable to contain the overflowing negativity. "Hehe... Hahaha! This is amazing! This pain! This feeling of being alive!"

It broke! It broke instantly!

As if a strange switch had been flipped, Della's smile became illogical and twisted to the point of being frightening, like that of a mental patient. The next second, Della, who had been thrown into the air, twisted her body in an unbelievable way, stabilizing herself like a falling cat, and then burst out with unprecedented speed and power, her limbs, which should have been slender, bulged with muscles.

With that powerful kick, Della's crimson figure transformed into a bolt of lightning!

Once upon a time, a certain abyssal god named Ann Gnath experienced the fear of death through Della.

Today, five years later, this berserker, now vastly different from before, brings to these Abyss Gods a far more profound fear than just death.

Helen Kingsley, the second Abyss God, will experience true despair here!

Just like Ann Gnath before!

From this moment on, Della, now completely out of her mind, will let this guy who walked right into her trap know that she will not fall until he has bled to death!

Chapter 44 The True Power!

Her reason vanished suddenly, and the instinct to kill completely took over her body. Like a broken woman, Della frantically wielded the two Libra Cross greatswords in her hands.

Her speed and strength are constantly increasing as her injuries worsen, with no upper limit.

Even though it was just random, chaotic sword swings without any specific moves, her attacks were incredibly deadly.

It was as if every swing of her sword was solely for the purpose of killing the enemy before her, and she was willing to pay any price, even her own life, for it. And each exchange of wounds seemed to be for the pleasure of enjoying the pain; the more fatal the injury, the more it stimulated the deepest fighting desire in her brain.

"Die! Die! Die!"

With this frenzied roar from the depths of her soul, Della, as if throwing her boats to the wind, completely disregarded her life and abandoned all defense to attack! This was the "Berserk" state unique to berserkers!

The so-called "Berserk" state brings two special effects: "Life Berserk" and "Consciousness Berserk." Life Berserk prevents Della from collapsing no matter what injuries she suffers; all her blood floats around her, forming a unique blood aura field. Consciousness Berserk, on the other hand, makes her forget all fear, allowing her to be completely dominated by her killing instincts.

It's fair to say that Della was completely out of control at this point. She was a veritable mad dog, either biting the other to death or being bitten to death by the other; there was no third way!

"No! No! Has this guy gone mad?"

Helen Kingsley's initial idea was to use the powerful physical abilities unique to the "Abyssal Gods" to confront this unfamiliar witch, who was also a "sharpshooter," head-on and kill her through close combat.

And it was later proven that Helen Kingsley's strength was indeed superior to that of the strange witch. He repeatedly cleaved the strange witch away with a single sword strike, and even left as many as seventeen gruesome wounds on her body.

However, just when Helen Kingsley thought the scales of victory had tipped in her favor, things started to go wrong.

The speed and strength of this strange witch seemed to be linked to her injuries; the more severe her injuries, the stronger she became. Initially, this witch was far weaker than him, and he was cutting her down step by step. But now, this witch had actually caught up with him in speed and strength, and there was even a strange situation where she seemed to be slightly ahead of him, which made him feel a strange chill.

That's one point. Another thing Helen Kingsley couldn't understand was that this witch was genuinely fighting him head-on, without using any warrior-type skills. All her attacks were instinctive, defensive strikes, as if she were risking her life for his. This kind of attack, where she would take Helen Kingsley down with her even in death, was what truly terrified him.

Helen Kingsley, before transmigrating, was an elite member of Area 11 on Earth, pampered since childhood and never having experienced hardship. After transmigrating to this world, many countries were undergoing witch reforms, and she and Violet, among other witches, were hailed as "saviors." Having never experienced true despair or deadly battles, she naturally wouldn't fight to the death at this time.

Although his purpose in coming here was to comply with Ann Gnath's arrangements and he was also prepared to devour the witch Roman Hydra and the destroyer of the kingdom, his confidence was based on his invincible power. What would he do if all his confidence were taken away?

Not long ago, this strange witch had taught him what the firepower of a "sharpshooter" should be, making him vaguely feel that his sharpshooter skills were inferior to hers. He had finally managed to regain his confidence in melee combat, but this girl had once again defied expectations?

Helen Kingsley had never seen such a ruthless person before. Even the natives of this world have a certain degree of fear of death, and it is impossible for them to commit such a suicide to exchange their lives for each other. It's too damn outrageous!

Can you imagine that this damned witch was stabbed through the heart and acted like nothing happened? And this guy was stabbed several times, how could he still fight back while being stabbed?

"This...this monster!"

Furious, Helen Kingsley swung her Libra Cross Greatsword again, but this time she failed to force the man back. Instead, the man blocked the blow with his left-hand Libra Cross Greatsword.

"Zheng—"

The crisp sound of metal colliding was accompanied by countless sparks.

The grinning, strange witch swiftly raised her other greatsword, the Libra Cross, in her right hand, aiming straight for his head.

Helen Kingsley, hastily retreating to defend, unleashed a furious slash, leaving another 20-centimeter-long wound on the man, gushing blood. However, the man himself was also hit, with a terrifying 5-centimeter-deep gash slashed open below his neck, the exaggerated blood instantly staining his pure white religious robes crimson.

"Forehead!"

Pain! Intense, excruciating pain!

Helen Kingsley was in so much pain that she questioned her existence. She kept thinking, "Is this guy really fearless? Is she a monster who feels no pain?"

"No, I can't keep going like this with her! This girl isn't afraid of pain, and none of her injuries seem like they'll heal in a short time. But I'm different. I can't stand pain at all, and if my injuries get too severe, I might lose control and transform into something else."

Like Ann Gnath, Helen Kingsley was a member of the Abyss God race who had received divine status. However, neither Helen Kingsley nor another former witch, Connie Jo, possessed the strong will that Ann Gnath had.

In other words, it is "desire". Ann Gnath is willing to pay any price to realize his ambition. His will is so strong that it is unimaginable. Therefore, when he enters the "divine" state, Ann Gnath can completely control his body and power and even feel great enjoyment.

However, Helen Kingsley and another former witch were in a somewhat awkward position; they were at most "semi-deified" and could not achieve complete "deification" because they could not withstand the mental pollution that would result from complete "deification."

Even so, the "Abyss Gods" have made their strength reach the level of true demigods. In terms of power and speed, they are definitely what only demigods can possess. Moreover, Helen Kingsley does not only have the witch profession of "Sharpshooter," but she also has two other witch professions: "Wind Mage" and "Earth Mage."

Helen Kingsley had been following Ann Gnath's instructions to specialize in ranged attacks. If it weren't for the fact that the two witch classes she acquired could only be used after she reached "demigodhood," Helen Kingsley would have considered trying them out several minutes earlier.

"Shall we proceed to demigodhood?"

Not long ago, due to her arrogance, Helen Kingsley did not use her powerful trump card as a sharpshooter, her original skill. Now, she is in trouble in close combat and is still hesitating.

He had been hiding his strength from the very beginning. After all, the "Abyss Gods" were, strictly speaking, enemies of many great powers. Ann Gnath had warned him more than once not to reveal his identity as a "Abyss God" unless absolutely necessary, so as not to invite any trouble.

"No, no need. I am a demigod! A being whose strength has reached the demigod level! How could I possibly lose to this guy?"

"Calm down! I need to calm down. The Abyss Gods are immortal! Trading my life for this guy's is a huge win for me! I can't possibly lose!"

Yes, the Abyss Gods are indeed immortal; Ann Gnath proved this with his own body.

However, Helen Kingsley never truly died, so how could she possibly believe that she was truly immortal?

Clenching her teeth and swallowing her fear, Helen Kingsley continued to swing her Libra Cross Greatsword, blocking most of the witch's attacks, intending to continue to utilize the physical abilities unique to the Abyss Gods.

However, this witch named "Della Bertie" has accumulated enough injuries to reach a certain extent.

Little did anyone know that the reason Helen Kingsley gradually lost her mind in the battle with Della was not only because of Della's sudden burst of powerful melee strength, but also because of the Berserker's two most powerful status skills, "Killing Intent Wave" and "Tremor".

"Killing Aura Wave": The Berserker possesses the most powerful killing aura, which can cause any intelligent creature within a certain range to lose its reason. No matter how calm it is, it will subconsciously want to engage in the most primal form of combat. This state does not provide any attack bonus, but it can be understood as a certain degree of "mind-reducing aura." Once affected by this "mind-reducing aura," one will only want to engage in the most primal form of mutual hacking and slashing with the opponent.

"Tremors" – Berserkers instill an instinctive fear of death in all their adversaries, becoming more pronounced the closer they are. To put it simply, imagine someone walking down the street and seeing a madman wielding a cleaver, eyes bloodshot. What would a normal person do? Della's "Tremors" is this kind of "aura of fear," and because "witches" lack magical power, this aura is extremely difficult to resist with external force, unless it's a unique "ground-stabbing healer" skill called "Courage."

It's also worth mentioning that these two special "halo-type" status skills have effects that don't differentiate between friend and foe.

Helen Kingsley was calm, courageous, and shrewd, but he had no idea that the crazy witch in front of him was a "Berserker," and he never imagined that he was now being affected by her "aura of reduced intelligence" and "aura of fear."

He still thought he was intimidated by the other party's methods, and he thought he had to reflect on his current thoughts. So he had fallen into the trap. He gradually came to believe that he had to face this guy and beat him to a pulp, otherwise he would not be able to get rid of his current anxiety and fear.

Helen Kingsley is slowly losing her mind!

I'm going to kill you!

Helen Kingsley could no longer contain her suppressed emotions and roared!

However, when he swung his greatsword once more, and again in a life-for-life exchange, sacrificing all defense to strike Della's neck...