Witch Redemption

One moment they're full of loyalty, vowing to annihilate everything, the next they're cowardly faster than anyone else.

Little did this arrogant fellow know that the person standing in front of him was no pushover at all, but a genuine god-level being!

"Ugh, so weak!"

How dare such a weak guy be so arrogant?

Lana only used one percent of her strength, originally intending to leave one alive, which was why she made a probing attack. As a result, this guy couldn't withstand it at all and collapsed to the ground, vomiting blood.

"Hey, what's your name?"

Lana felt that this guy was a tough nut to crack. The many soldiers of the Empire had left a strong impression on her before, and she felt that this guy might be the same.

“Jay...Jackt Snovak, an Argonian...Wait! Wait, wait, wait!”

The dragon-born youth, who had been grinning maliciously just a moment ago, was now crying and pleading, "I surrender! I surrender! Don't kill me! I can pledge my allegiance to you, this powerful being!"

Lana had initially thought she might need to be severely tortured, but to her surprise, the dragon-born creature that had been slammed to the ground actually begged for mercy in an unbelievably humble manner.

"..." Lana was silent for a few seconds, then asked with some doubt, "Is it really okay for you to be so rebellious?"

This guy looks like he's the guardian of this area.

"My lord, isn't that obvious? My identity is that of a guardian of the Holy Land. If I can't stop you and you manage to get through, even if I survive, I'll still die. Since death is the only outcome, wouldn't it be better for me to join you? Besides, my lord, you're quite powerful!"

Despite his severe injuries, the young dragon descendant scrambled to his feet from the wrecked ground and, without a second thought, prostrated himself on the ground, his betrayal appearing entirely justified.

“It seems there’s some truth to that,” Lana muttered to herself. “Never mind all that, I have a few questions for you, so be careful.”

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

Just as Li Lan and the other witches were trapped in the deepest part of the abyss, in the real world, at noon on August 28, 1011 in the new calendar, on the southern border of the Kingdom of Pilar.

Recently, a high-class hotel here welcomed a group of envoys from the Kingdom of Ross in the eastern continent. Apart from one strange man who was completely wrapped in a black robe with a blood-red horn slightly exposed on his head, the rest were all humans with black hair and yellow skin.

These people, whose origins are unknown, may have ordinary appearances, but they all exude an astonishing aura.

At this moment, on the hotel balcony, the strange man, shrouded in a black robe, was gazing in the direction of the abyss chasm, as if he had already foreseen everything that would happen there.

"Time has synchronized, my Lord's arrangements are complete, this illusory dream will continue forever, and next, it's my turn..."

As he muttered to himself, a knock came from behind the strange man. "Come in."

"Master, it's time."

A slightly chubby young man with a smiling face, wearing the pure white religious robes distinctive to the Chaos Cult, entered the room and bowed respectfully.

Little did they know, this plain-looking, black-haired youth was none other than Connie Jo, one of the witches who had once followed Anne Gnath.

Having regained his original body and appearance from Earth, and after many years of trials, he is now the Archbishop of the Chaos Order of the Kingdom of Ross, and Ann Gnath's right-hand man. His personality has undergone a complete transformation.

If the Connie Joel of the past reeked of a hopeless shut-in, he is now completely transformed, exuding unprecedented confidence.

After all, the more one gains, the harder it is to lose. In order to protect everything one has, one must make changes and make determination and effort.

Connie Joel is a case in point. She has her own harem, children, and a status above all others. In order to maintain all of this, she must be loyal to her faction, shoulder her due responsibilities, and demonstrate her due value.

“Bishop Connie, you may begin preparations for the ceremony. Everything shall proceed according to my Lord’s plan!”

"Yes! I wish the Bishop great success in his military campaigns!"

Subconsciously using the unique blessing he had before his transmigration, the slightly chubby young man shook his head and then left the room.

Next, this hotel, which they have completely leased, will be completely sealed by the strongest barrier, and the one who will carry it out is none other than the Archbishop of the Chaos Order, Connie Jo.

As Connie left the room, his memories drifted back to a distant past. He recalled the countless moments he had spent with Helen Kingsley and Ann Gnath, and the foreign witch Roman Hydra whom he had met only once. In the end, he couldn't help but clench his hands tightly.

"Helen, I will no longer run away! I will never forget this hatred, and I will make Roman Hydra pay the price!"

Connie has never regretted his choice. His choice was the right one. It was Ann Gnath and Helen Kingsley who changed him, allowing him to truly step out of the shadows of the past and become a man who could stand on his own.

What's infuriating is that during the Northern Death Tide incident, the witch Roman Hydra, whom Connie Jo had met once and even developed feelings for, killed his best friend Helen Kingsley, thus creating a blood feud that could never be reconciled.

He had always known that in this world where the strong rule, there was never a distinction between right and wrong, justice and evil, or any so-called global laws or morality.

Repay kindness with kindness, and avenge wrongs with revenge. This world only needs to be this simple.

That's why Helen Kingsley's death caused Connie Joel so much pain, and why he felt he could never forgive Roman Hydra for murdering his best friend, and could not tolerate this guy continuing to go unpunished.

For three years, Connie Jo frequently dreamed of her close friend Helen Kingsley, dreaming of her tragic death, which fueled an even more uncontrollable hatred.

He simply couldn't understand why, since they were all witches, even if they were on opposite sides, they couldn't leave each other a way out? Why not wipe them all out?

Hatred tormented Connie Joel, driving him to the brink of madness.

He knew very well that it was only because he had once been a nerdy, sentimental person that he was now faithfully carrying out Ann Gnath's orders to send a high-ranking official of the Kingdom of Ross to the Kingdom of Pilar, located at the junction of the four continents, in an attempt to end this long-standing grudge.

Connie Jo will remember the kindness of these two dear friends for the rest of her life, so she absolutely cannot run away from it!

"According to the Chaos Creator's plan, I only need to send this person in charge to the vicinity of the Abyss Rift and seal him with 'Chaos Isolation'. After that, he will soon be able to create an opportunity for us to kill Roman Hydra."

Connie Jo has been patient ever since she learned of Roman Hydra's whereabouts more than two years ago. Having waited so long, she wouldn't mind waiting a few more days or even months.

"Just wait for me, Roman! We'll meet again soon, and I'll see just how hypocritical you can be!"

Chapter 36: Abundant Intelligence

As the emerald green halos above all the witches' heads quietly dissipated, Li Lan's trump card for collective survival came to an end.

"No, this skill has too many limitations!"

The Domain Skill - Life Chant is very powerful. During its duration, anyone affected by this skill is absolutely immortal and will take a certain amount of time to recover, depending on the severity of their injury.

However, its weakness is equally significant, not just in its inability to buff Li Lan himself. Rather, once used, he is forced to remain in a praying posture, unable to withstand any fatal injury, otherwise the buff will be immediately interrupted.

In other words, in this state, he is a sitting duck. For example, this time, once he uses this trump card, he can only rely on his teammates.

"Well, although we don't know where we've ended up, but..."

Looking down, I saw that the human adventurer Lily Williams and the strange dragon-born witch had fully recovered and survived.

While Lana was interrogating a strange dragonborn youth, Li Lan quietly approached the unfamiliar dragonborn witch, intending to ask her for some information.

First, Li Lan helped up Lily Williams, who was still shaken, and comforted her, "Lily, are you alright?"

"It's nothing...it's just...my legs are a little weak..."

Although she was successfully resurrected, the weakest human woman felt a mix of gratitude and fear when she recalled the pain she suffered before her death.

"You'll get used to it, haha."

At this point, Hera, Rosa, Miranda, and the other three approached, supporting Lily while keeping a watchful eye on their surroundings.

Their descent seemed to attract a lot of attention, and it's believed that a large number of dragonborn creatures will soon arrive, potentially leading to some kind of conflict.

Afterwards, Li Lan helped the awakened, unfamiliar dragon-descended witch to her feet. For some reason, the unfamiliar dragon-descended witch seemed to be broken, her expression filled with fear, extreme fear.

"you......"

No, there is no possibility of any dialogue with this unfamiliar dragon-descended witch.

"Revelation!"

"courage!"

Noticing this, Li Lan chose to calm the pitiful witch down first. Once her expression had barely returned to normal, she softly asked, "What's your name?"

“Edith Ivanka…”

"Do you know me?" Li Lan asked, realizing that this witch was from the British Empire.

"It's... the runaway witch, Karen Elf..."

The dragon-born witch was timid, her head bowed and her body trembling slightly. It was unclear what she had been through to be so terrified.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you. You just need to answer my questions truthfully."

Not only will it not harm her, but Li Lan and the others might even have to go to great lengths to protect this guy.

"Yes, I'll tell you everything, I'll tell you everything... Please... please don't kill me..."

On the verge of emotional collapse, this unfamiliar dragon-blooded witch, even with the blessing of "courage," knelt on the ground, not daring to raise her head, stirring up the deepest compassion in the hearts of all the witches present.

Afterwards, Li Lan spent two hours comforting and questioning her, and finally managed to extract a lot of valuable information.

First of all, this witch's identity is not registered with the Empire's witch cult, but directly with the current god "Michel Greer," belonging to one of the current god's harem groups. To put it nicely, it's a harem group; to put it bluntly, it's a group of firearms, specifically used to please this false god, and its status is even lower than that of ordinary witches.

It is precisely because of this that this witch's current spellbook level is only level 20, which is ridiculously weak.

The present-day god "Michel Groler" is known as the "leader of the ten strongest people" in the empire, and is called the "immovable giant god". He is said to be a powerful god-level being with unparalleled strength and who is good at positional warfare.

Edith, the witch, had never witnessed this god-like being in action. She only knew that this guy was indeed incredibly energetic and could torment them for a whole day and night when he was with them. He was truly a super pervert.

In fact, Edith had five other teammates, but unfortunately, all five were dead. They had followed the god of the mortal world, Michael Geller, to the Kingdom of Pilar, located at the intersection of the four continents, more than two years ago. They had set off after their informants provided clues about the "rebel witch."

Unfortunately, when they arrived in the Kingdom of Pilar, the traitorous witch Karen Elf had already killed a large number of witches and disappeared completely into the Abyss Rift. No one knows what happened afterward.

So the six witches Edith and her companions settled in the southern border of the Kingdom of Pilar with the god of the mortal world, Mitchell Geller, and waited for the day when witch Karen Elf and witch Lana Sivir would escape from the Abyss Rift, living a shameless and painful life every day.

This wait lasted for more than two years.

Although the six witches Edith were practically slaves, they shared a bed, and this living goddess would occasionally reveal some information to lighten the mood.

A significant amount of this intelligence was extremely important to Li Lan.

Intelligence 1: Following the Great Explosion in the North, Ann Grenas, a divine envoy from the Chaos Order of the Kingdom of Ross, officially stepped into the limelight and established diplomatic relations with many of the world's major powers. Ann Grenas's identity is not merely that of an Abyss God; she was also a witch who once defected from the Empire.

Edith didn't know exactly what information Ann Gnath had given the Empire, but one thing was certainly astonishing.

Ann Gnath conveyed three prophecies from the Chaos Creator to the Empire. One of the prophecies was that the witch Kallen Elf would cause the prophesied day to arrive ahead of time. From the beginning, his stance was on the side of the ancient creators Shub-Niggurath, Abhoth, and Cthulhu, with the aim of destroying the world.

The second prophecy states that if the Empire wishes to nip this threat in the bud, it can arrange for the witch Karen Elf to appear on the border of the Kingdom of Pilar before March 13th, 10009 (Gregorian calendar). It's worth noting that the Empire has no way to kill this witch, but it could consider sending her to the Kingdom of Ross, where the divine messenger Ann Grenas could destroy her completely.

The Empire did not initially take the prophecy to heart, but was alert in advance, so it transferred many witches to the vicinity of the Abyss Rift for training, including the Empire's two strongest witches, the merman Wild Hunt and the crocodile-man Eris, as well as another socialite witch, Hope Smith.

Although all these witches were put to use later, the result was quite regrettable.

The timely arrival of the witch Kallen Elf has made the Empire take seriously the third prophecy of the Chaos Creator: "On August 23, 10011 of the New Calendar, the witch Kallen Elf will leave the Abyss Rift alive. If the Empire really wants to nip this threat in the bud, it must act before that day."

That is why the god of the present world, Michael Greer, led six witches into the abyss to block the escaped witches' last chance of survival.

Over the course of these two hours, Li Lan felt increasingly uneasy. He had already heard about the identity of the Chaos Creator from Black-haired Yu Hui and Leviathan; he was an incredibly powerful and invincible god, an unbeatable figure who could take on a hundred enemies single-handedly in ancient times.

No matter how he thought about it, he couldn't understand why he would be remembered by this creator. He didn't seem to have offended the other party.

In short, it's very strange. Does the Creator know even the exact time and location? Is it prophetic?

Li Lan had long assumed that the large number of witches gathered in this area were searching for the lost dragon kingdom and the legendary dragon treasure. However, she never imagined the truth was so far more complex.