Witch Redemption

Li Lan knew this, but he was too lazy to argue at this moment. He knew immediately that it must be Ann Gnath who had framed him.

"I see. In that case, it's a good deal for Ann Gnath."

The witch devourer, Li Lan and the other witches of the same generation, had a profound understanding of Ann Grenas. Those dead witches were Ann Grenas's best food.

However, since these Abyss Gods were not the same as before, and their numbers didn't match, Li Lan could guess what was going on with Ann Gnath.

After all, we're all time travelers, so we can understand each other's thoughts to some extent.

To survive and rise above others in this world, going it alone is definitely not an option; everyone needs power, a vast and powerful force of their own. Therefore, Ann Grenas has likely amassed a large following of loyal followers, including many transmigrators from the same world.

Indeed, compared to suffering alongside Li Lan, it's much more enjoyable to live a life of luxury with Ann Gnath.

"So, was your arrival in this godforsaken place to deal with us also on the orders of Ann Gnath?" Li Lan asked again.

"Because you killed Helen, my dearest friend! Do you know how much I hate you for this? We're all transmigrators from the same world, why were you so evil? So utterly immoral? Why did you have the heart to kill her like that? Why?"

This hysterical surge of emotion made it impossible for Li Lan to reconcile him with the cowardly Naga witch she once was.

So, hatred really can change a person?

"Why? From the moment you followed Ann Gnath, you were supposed to be prepared to be my enemy. Would you show mercy to your enemy? Your best friend Helen Kingsley was once so powerful that she almost killed me and two of my best friends. You expect me to show mercy?"

Li Lan laughed in anger, saying that reasoning was pointless and that there was no point in trying to reason with her.

If Helen Kingsley, out of consideration for their past relationship, chose to go easy on them and keep her distance, then why shouldn't Li Lan turn a blind eye? He would consider giving her face at any time.

This is the magnanimity of a time traveler from the Celestial Empire.

But no, Helen Kingsley wanted to kill them from the very beginning. Why would Li Lan show mercy to such a ruthless person? Was he just being nosy?

Moreover, Helen Kingsley nearly overwhelmed the three witches back then; she showed them no mercy.

"You're not going to show any mercy, yet you expect Helen to?"

The voice of this thought gradually became sharper, directly leading the topic into the vicious cycle of "which came first, the chicken or the egg?"

Li Lan was too lazy to explain to this guy. "I have no interest in showing mercy. All I know is that you're dead, and that Ann Grenas you said you were following is also dead! I'll send him to his death along with you soon, and I mean it!"

"You wicked witch!"

"Heh, you're right, that doesn't change the fact that you're going to die soon."

After catching up briefly, Li Lan decided not to waste any more words with this guy and directly pressed Abhos's body against her, causing him to let out a painful howl and die instantly.

Whether they are natives or time travelers, as long as they stand on the opposite side, their only fate is death; there's no need to think too much about it.

Li Lan had long since come to terms with it and had become numb to the situation.

"Once we leave this place and deal with the slime, we need to think about how to stop the witch's summoning. We can't let it go on like this."

The thought crossed my mind again, but unfortunately I had no clue how to resolve it.

Li Lan shook her head, turned around, and led her many compatriots away.

He is no longer alone; all that remains is to wait, to wait for the day the Dragon God is resurrected.

Chapter 47 The Dragon God About to Be Resurrected

Suddenly awakened, the Argonian male in the world of flesh and blood opened his eyes.

This man was indeed the dragonborn who had previously appeared deep within the Abyss Rift, Jaket Snovak. However, unlike the young man in the Abyss Rift, this Jaket, dressed in a black robe, now appeared to be a middle-aged man, less unrestrained and more weathered by time.

"Did it fail?"

In that almost eternal dream, he returned to the past and even saw his former adoptive father.

"According to my lord's plan, as long as the timeline of the Dragon Clan Holy Land is synchronized, my consciousness can be transmitted there and possess my young skeletal puppet. Then, I can use the relevant rituals to send eleven Abyss Gods into it. After that, I will only have one task: to kill the two contingency plans left behind by the Dragon Gods."

His goal was never to prevent the resurrection of the two dragon gods. Since the time of Ragnarok ten thousand years ago, the creator of chaos had mentioned that these dead gods would be resurrected in various forms in the future, even if they were possessed.

All he needed to do was to completely derail the spacetime turbulence at the center of the abyss, so that the witches who were enemies of the Chaos Creator would be trapped there forever, and so that these witches could become sacrifices for the resurrection of the Dragon God.

Jack is very strong, but after possessing that skeletal puppet, his strength is only at the demigod level, which is why he needs many abyssal gods as helpers.

Unfortunately, not only has the skeletal puppet he possessed been completely destroyed, but all the other Abyss Gods have also perished.

"These witches are no ordinary beings, especially that dragon-born witch; her strength has already reached a true god-level. If we continue to let her run rampant..."

I can't understand it, I absolutely can't understand it.

The Creator of Chaos, the most powerful being of ancient times, was almost flawless in his calculations, single-handedly changing the world and even annihilating all the ancient gods. Logically, this supreme true god should not make any mistakes, and all His countless plans should surely come to fruition.

However, what Jackt faces today is a series of failures.

It wasn't just a simple matter of misjudging the strength of these witches; rather, there was a persistent misconception that the Chaos Creator had sent these Abyss Gods there to their deaths.

Jackt held absolute loyalty to the Creator of Chaos, so although he was puzzled about the reason for the failure of the plan, he did not blame it all on the Creator of Chaos. After some contemplation, he attributed it to his own lack of effort.

Just minutes after Jackt awoke, and as the sealed-off hotel returned to normal, the ancient powerhouses in the territory of the Kingdom of Ross also sensed something amiss...

The capital of the Kingdom of Ross, the temple belonging to the Chaos Order, is located atop an elegant aerial pavilion.

In a woman's lavish boudoir, a petite figure sat before a dressing table, staring at a large oval mirror. The mirror reflected everything that had happened not long ago in the depths of the abyss.

These scenes were entirely presented from the perspective of the victim, Connie Jo, revealing her despair and resentment before her death.

This girl, devoid of any facial features, was none other than the Creator of Chaos. As she stretched out her slender right hand and caressed the mirror, she uttered a hoarse, gurgling sound, "Good! Absolutely good! Such an expression!"

On her forehead, a tuft of white hair, known as a "cowlick," was swaying merrily, while along the black and white strands, some of the wriggling black hair began to form a sinister grin on her face.

His happiness lies in the suffering of others.

This powerful creator is a born daredevil; he feels uncomfortable if he doesn't cause trouble every day, and he doesn't like to be in an endless slumber like other beings with long lifespans.

Even the best dreams can't compare to the fun of playing with intelligent beings; it's something you could play with for ten thousand years without getting tired of it.

Little did they know that these witches, who had become members of the Abyss Gods, were all puppets of the Chaos Creator. He could take them into the perspective of any Abyss God at any time, observing everything they did, every choice they made, or their many emotions before their death.

This is Him, the voyeur, the creator of chaos, or rather, Nyarlathotep.

The name itself is not important; what matters is the process and the spiritual enjoyment it brings.

He appreciated Connie Jo's awareness, her resentment, and her final unwillingness. However, He only granted her a certain amount of power and did not like to get involved in the fighting of these lowly creatures, thus detaching Himself from vulgar interests.

Even if Connie Jo were to die at the hands of those witches, to this Chaos Creator, it would be nothing more than losing a good pet while fighting crickets—it wouldn't hurt or matter.

"What a pity! I really want those two pets, Kallen Elf the Witch and Lana Sivir the Witch!"

There's no way around it; what you can't have is always the best.

After witnessing Connie Jo's final news of death, at His will, the image in the dressing mirror began to shift to another servant, a middle-aged Argonian named "Jackt Snovak," who was also one of the most loyal servants of the Chaos Creator at that time.

The servant was praying to Him, reporting everything that had happened in the deep chasm.

There was no inevitability from the very beginning; it was all built up by countless "coincidences." Ann Gnath happened to accompany the pillar god Lerakin to the Rune tribe, and happened to bring back two new Abyss Gods. Then, these two Abyss Gods happened to form a feud with the witch Karen Elf, and were then happened to be killed... To put it bluntly, it was all a matter of probability and luck. Even the mighty creator of chaos doesn't like to interfere too much.

No, perhaps He had already intervened, but His intervention was not to harm anyone, but rather to add fuel to the fire.

The time of destruction is fast approaching, the stage is about to close, but the actors on stage are still not up to the top level of this grand play. What should be done?

As the screenwriter, He naturally had to put in a lot of effort to "train" all the actors.

This is His purpose: He wants all the superpowers in this world to possess the power to annihilate the Creator's avatar; He wants most of the ancient gods who died in ancient times to be resurrected and join this epic drama; He also wants this group of heretical witches who intend to overthrow everything to have the ability to fight against all forces...

What He desires is a world of absolute chaos, a world where He can observe humanity, despair, and fear! He desires a world where the stage is exciting enough to alleviate the boredom of a long lifespan!

Toying with these low-level intelligent beings?

That's not enough! He also wants to toy with all the Creators, dragging down their incarnations one by one, and then humiliating them to his heart's content!

This is His true thought, the one called "Creator of Chaos," which is why He initiated this "Game of the True God," deceiving the creator "Turzcha" into creating the paradise we see today, and striving to make this game enjoyable.

"I know everything, Jack, my best subordinate. You've completed your mission, come back now."

"Mission failed? Ha, isn't that great? They gave away a bunch of arrogant pawns and gained the allegiance of two supreme experts. Isn't that a huge win for the Kingdom of Ross?"

Seeing the troubled expression on the middle-aged dragonborn's face in the mirror, the faceless girl's tone grew increasingly cruel, "Jack, your wish was that you would never regret destroying the dragon kingdom. What do you think it would take to fulfill your wish?"

There is no medicine for regret in this world; one cannot avoid regretting the mistakes one has made.

The former Jaket Snovak betrayed the Dragon Kingdom due to his immaturity and stubbornness, ultimately destroying the entire Dragon Kingdom. This is his eternal pain and an irreparable regret.

The Creator of Chaos saw this, which is why he said with pleasure, "There is only one answer, and that is to return everything to the past, to undo everything that was destroyed, and to restore everything to the state it was in before your betrayal."

In other words, the Dragon Kingdom is about to be reborn, and this time it will be under the command of the Chaos Creator.

It was almost like a prank; the expression created by the faceless girl with her black hair looked particularly ferocious.

After giving the general instructions, the scene in the dressing mirror shifted again, showing a black-haired man making love with a woman with flaxen curly hair; the scene was extremely stimulating.

"This guy..."

Most of the time, when you enter Ann Gnath's perspective, it's either about picking up women or on his way to picking up women. It's still broad daylight, how can he have so much energy?

Moreover, the woman who was forcibly taken by Ann Gnath was once the wife of Helen Kingsley, a member of the Abyss God Clan. Now that Helen Kingsley's son is left hanging at the door, it's quite impressive that she dares to be so blatant.

As for the creator of chaos, He may not understand the morality and ethics that humans possess, but He is certain that what lies before Him is not as simple as the collapse of morality and ethics.

"Tsk tsk..."

A complete villain, ambitious, ruthless, and, most importantly, talented!

Forget it, let this guy have his fun first, and we'll figure out how to inform him later. His other confidante, Connie Jo, has also fallen. If he likes taking over so much, let him take over as much as he wants.

Connie Jo's favorite woman was also someone Ann Gnath had his eye on—how could the Chaos Creator not know this? He was happy to see this drama unfold, because Ann Gnath was utterly wicked! Just what He wanted!

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ended.

After forcefully eliminating eleven Abyss Gods, Li Lan and his group were temporarily safe, and the entire Dragon Clan Holy Land gradually became noisy.

If Li Lan hadn't used the Holy Light, what would have appeared before them was a thriving dragon kingdom, a place of great prosperity. The only concern was the temporary loss of the Dragon King and his temple, which caused the dragon descendants living there to feel uneasy.

However, if they used the holy light, what Li Lan and the others saw was a bizarre supernatural world. All the creatures walking on the street were randomly pieced together from skeletons, and there was no sign of them being alive.

Amidst their panic, Li Lan and the others also felt a sense of relief.

That is, although the world is full of traces of time, the water is still quite clear. The "holy hot spring" I soaked in that day was not some indescribable thing. It was normal, and I can soak in it whenever I want in the future.

So, while everyone was trapped here and couldn't find a way out, Li Lan and Lana started to wander around, searching for treasures in the holy land.

For example, they went to a place that resembled temple ruins and sneaked in under the cover of night.

"Lana, this door is very sturdy; it looks like it will be difficult to open."

"Open the egg, smash it!"