Witch Redemption

Although the surroundings were very dark and the general scene was not clear, the tremors that had occurred not long ago, like dumplings being dropped into a pot, and the dense sounds of bones breaking, still allowed them to vaguely guess what had happened in this abyssal rift.

If it weren't for the runaway witch Karen Elf pulling them back at the last moment, they would probably be among the corpses on the ground by now.

This was one of them. Another thing that made them uneasy was that before they fell, the ominous black figure that was rapidly approaching Karen Elf raised a giant, blood-red scythe, like a death god looking down from above, about to reap the life of this senior.

Fortunately, tragedy did not unfold as they had imagined. A fiery red light suddenly appeared in the darkness, followed by a storm. Before they knew what had happened, a terrifying explosion rang out, and the black, ominous figure that had been thrown into the air exploded in the distance with a chilling sound of flesh shattering.

Who is it?

Who on earth possesses such terrifying power and oppressive force?

All the bewildered witches were seriously injured, but they couldn't worry about that for the time being. They quickly gathered in the direction of the figure. In their anxiety, they felt even more sorrow, because in order to save them, all the summoned creatures that had withstood the entire impact had perished, without exception.

With their rapid pace, the true form of the "flame" that had been ignited in the darkness was finally fully revealed before them.

witch.

She was an extremely tall witch, with long, wavy golden hair flowing along with her old and tattered adventurer's clothes. The black "antler-like" non-human structure on her head, the Libra Cross greatsword she carried on her back, and the dragon-patterned natal magic book floating beside her all seemed to reveal the witch's identity.

Dragonborn, Dragon Witch, Lana Sivir!

This witch exuded a chilling killing intent from head to toe. Her anger had reached its peak, and her aura was almost unparalleled!

Neither the demon witch Rosa, the deer-like orc witch Miranda, nor the dwarf witch Hera, nor any other witches or human adventurer Lily Williams, had ever seen such a powerful being.

This witch was just standing there, yet they felt as if they were seeing an ancient, ferocious beast, so enormous and terrifying that even a fleeting glimpse of her instilled a sense of awe in them.

This fear is not just about overwhelming strength, but more like a dimensional gap between races!

"Is this person really a witch?"

Are there really witches that terrifying? This must be a joke, right?

The Dragonborn Witch didn't turn around. Instead, she walked around the witch Kallen Elf, who had already been smashed to pieces, and, suppressing her emotions that were about to spiral out of control, said in a cold voice, "Stay here. Don't leave. This is my territory!"

Lana Sivir, the strongest of the rogue witches, is about to reveal her true power again after being missing for many years.

After giving these words of advice, he slowly started walking, his tall figure gradually receding into the distance, yet becoming increasingly imposing, giving people a sense of security in terms of absolute martial prowess.

"A necromancer? Indeed, not easy to kill, but... you've angered me!"

The open grimoire of destiny emitted a soft, pure white light in the darkness.

"Domain Skill: Dragon Rider's Attire!"

At that moment, Lana's entire body bulged with muscles symbolizing power, and countless jet-black dragon scales surged forth, rapidly transforming into an impenetrable suit of armor. The armor's structure, patterns, and overall appearance all pointed to a legendary artifact: the Berserker Armor!

No, it only looks like a berserker's armor in appearance. In reality, Lana is not transformed into a berserker at this moment, but more like a true dragon.

He was very clear-headed, but the intense killing intent made him slightly lose himself.

At this moment, the strongest defense, the strongest power, and the supreme aura that crushes everything are all available.

Lana Sivir, the one who once instilled fear in the shadows of the entire Abyss Rift, is about to unleash her own carnage, conquering all with the power befitting a dragonborn.

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Witch codename 002, Lana Sivir, her natal magic book is level 48.

Although they possess the same number of spellbook skills as the witches of these empires, the racial disparity widens to an unimaginable degree in terms of level. Let alone a five-level difference, even at the same level, the distinction between dragonborn and normal races creates a vast chasm.

Domain Skill: Dragon Rider's Attire. This is Lana's strongest trump card after reaching level 40 in the Magic Book. This trump card can fuse a series of status skills and talent skills such as "Dragon Power", "Dragon Transformation Secret Technique", and "Wind Control Secret Technique" to fully awaken the "bloodline" that a Dragonborn Witch should have, and gain true demigod power in one fell swoop, lasting for one hour.

Lana is undoubtedly a genius in combat. The initial use of this trump card would indeed cause her to lose all reason and transform into an ugly and enormous "dragon creature." Lana relied on her own will and her constantly accumulated experience to perfect this magic book skill that would cause her to lose her reason, transforming it into an armor-like form through her imagination.

Uncontrolled power never instills fear in an enemy, but the power of reason always will.

With a sudden stomp of her foot, Lana's ferocious figure, like a cannonball, traversed an immeasurable distance, unleashing a violent storm.

"Die!"

The raised Libra cross greatsword cut through the air with a sharp, long sound.

"Forehead--"

The newly resurrected witch Hope could clearly sense the danger coming from ahead, but she remained remarkably calm and quickly raised her blood-red "Death Scythe".

"No matter who it is, as long as my curse, Soul Severing and Decapitation, is still active, I have a chance of winning!"

"Moreover, judging from the attack just now, this guy doesn't have the power to counter my light-based abilities, so I don't need to worry too much."

Immortality is a talent not everyone possesses. Witch Hope could foresee that the person who attacked her was also a witch. But among witches, it's impossible for all of them to be immortal like the witch Kallen Elf, right?

Even for a necromancer like him, resurrection is subject to significant limitations.

"Basic Necromancer Summoning!"

Necromancers have their own fighting style; if they can't win in a one-on-one fight, they'll gang up on the enemy!

"Lich Summoning!"

A continuous stream of undead skeletons appeared around the witch Hope, while the lich, even more powerful than the undead skeletons, once again revealed itself, intending to resist the figure charging from the darkness.

"Necromancer!"

The raised, blood-red "dying" giant scythe circled once before crashing heavily into the ground. The next moment, the witch Hope used yet another trump card.

"Lord of Death! Descend!"

All the surging undead creatures were burning fiercely, and the pitch-black flames eventually rose and converged into one, giving birth to the largest undead creature at present. This creature was composed entirely of soul matter, was not affected by any physical means, and could absorb the life force of any living thing within a hundred-meter radius.

"Come on! I still have an undying trump card, let's have a showdown!"

"Spiritualization!"

Spiritification allows Hope, a necromancer, to ignore most physical attacks; only attacks on the soul level can harm her.

Just as he unleashed a barrage of professional skills, preparing to unleash an even more devastating attack, the oncoming storm temporarily interrupted his thoughts.

"Osiris!"

"Cuckoo-"

The Libra Cross Greatsword, ignited by the fiery red soul fire, unleashed an intense pure yang fire, radiating a brilliance like the sun in the darkness.

"wrong!"

The witch Hope swiftly raised her blood-red, "dying" giant scythe.

At that moment, the unstoppable Libra Cross Greatsword swept through the area as if it were empty, slaying all the low-level undead skeletons within range. The black figure that hovered like a windmill broke through the misty "Lord of Death" that was unaffected by physical attacks!

The collision between the Libra Cross Greatsword and the professional artifact "Death's End" sparked brilliant fireworks. The unstoppable force caused the witch Hope's hands to twist instantly, and she was thrown into the air again while coughing up blood.

"hateful!"

Absolute power! This is beyond the reach of humankind!

Hope the witch died once again in their second encounter. The despairing gap made him realize for the first time that his trump card of "immortality" might not be enough.

Just as Lana was about to give chase, another familiar figure stepped out from the darkness, naked, with long, silver-white hair flowing slightly.

"Lana, it's me..."

"thorns!"

"Death Shuttle!"

"Fuck you! Do you think I'm blind?"

The "Thorns" red spear shot out with a supersonic blast, like a bolt from the blue, stirring up an even more terrifying tornado, instantly breaking through the long distance and delivering a devastating impact to the two guys.

The bond with the seven exiled witches is deeply etched in my soul, and will never die.

No one can interfere with this bond, absolutely no one! Lana couldn't possibly fail to discern who her true friends are!

If it were the real Karen Elf, she would never have shamelessly run around naked like this, nor would she have stood leisurely watching from a distance while he was actively killing enemies.

Chapter 23 All-Out Battle

"No! This guy is too strong!"

The newly resurrected witch Hope's gaze quickly fell upon the storm red spear that had grazed William Elliott and was hurtling towards him. He only had time to raise the "Death Scythe" in his hand, but he was completely unable to block the extremely powerful force and died for the third time in an instant.

Directly in front of him, William Elliott had originally intended to try and fool the dragonborn witch Lana Sivir, but she wasn't buying it at all.

This is not surprising. Even though he looks exactly like the rogue witch Karen Elf, their personalities are completely different. Their different life experiences lead to different styles of doing things, so it is naturally difficult for him to deceive this dragonborn witch.

In any case, Lana Sivir and Karen Elf were originally close friends who had been through thick and thin together for so long. For an outsider like him who knew nothing about them to try to fool them was simply a pipe dream.

"Fine!"

Having thus avoided this potentially fatal blow, William Elliott felt relieved.

"Four years! I've waited four years!"

Just like four years ago, at this moment of reunion, William Elliott felt the same trembling and despair as ever.

However, history has changed!

Today, he has gained even greater power, a power that surpasses even that of the Dragonborn Witch Lana Sivir!

Today is the day of his revenge!

Without a word, William Elliott, filled with rage and murderous intent, swiftly moved his open natal magic book in front of him. With flashes of light, all his humanoid followers appeared in this vast territory, protecting him while forming a charging formation.

"Revelation!"

"Grandma Kree!"

The golden sun burst forth in the sky, and the aura of all the humanoid followers instantly soared to its peak. The terrifying pressure plunged the entire dark area into a scorching heat, and the killing intent was almost tangible.

“Indeed, Karen Elf, that witch is even stronger! With that power, I can definitely win!”

Confidence, intense confidence, caused this false "Karen Elf" to grin with a sinister smile, a smile filled with a thirst for revenge and resentment towards the witch Lana Sivir.

He quickly opened the exclusive interface of his natal magic book, where his second true trump card was about to be revealed.

However, the witch on the other side was unlike any witch he had ever encountered before. How could she possibly just stand by and watch him unleash all his ultimate moves one after another?

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Lana knew for certain that the person who had arrived was not the real Kallen Elf, but all the skills he used afterward were exactly the same as those of the real Kallen Elf, whether it was the large number of humanoid creations or the golden sun that had once shocked him.

To be honest, Lana never imagined that one day she would turn against her "best friend" in this way, and that this "best friend" would most likely be her biggest obstacle at present.

"With such a massive number, if we let this continue, even I would probably be defeated in this relentless battle!"

Damn it, he really unleashed his ultimate move the moment they met? And it seems like this guy has more than one ultimate move.