Witch Redemption

The witch's face was calm, showing no anger or resentment, but her tone was definitely not that of a close friend reminiscing.

"Indeed, it's been twenty-nine years, although the time between us is shorter."

The last time Ann Grenas met the witch Karen Elf was at the border of the Ruen tribe in the United Duchy of Ries. At that time, Ann Grenas was just one step away from sending this girl to meet God.

And just as the two sides were exchanging greetings, all the undead creatures summoned by Lolina bypassed the abyssal god who had regained her witch form and continued to charge into the territory of the Kingdom of Ross from two other directions.

Even now, Ann Grenas no longer uses his innate magic book skills to clear these obstacles for the Kingdom of Ross.

Just as the two sides were about to engage in further communication, a deafening explosion suddenly erupted in the distance, triggering a terrifying superstorm.

Amidst this devastating storm, the three witches and the sole abyssal god stood tall, completely unaffected by the raging winds.

After the tremors of the earth subsided, the depths of the darkness were filled not only with the sounds of countless undead creatures charging, but also with a series of strange footsteps. The owner of those footsteps exuded an aura of power.

Both sides remained silent, seemingly having already guessed the arrival of someone.

Both sides were waiting; they weren't reminiscing, but rather waiting for the right time.

Ann Gnath attempts to wipe out his former enemies and settle a grudge that has lasted for so many years, while witches like Karen Elf are waiting for the return of another trump card.

Now, it is indeed time.

The tall, dragon-blooded witch gradually revealed her blood-soaked figure in the darkness, slowly approaching the witch Karen Elf.

Very peaceful.

The returning witch was equally calm, passing Ann Gnath without making a sound, and finally stood around the three witches.

The moment the two sides had assembled, the weather suddenly changed, and everything around them began to distort abnormally, a distortion that lasted for several seconds.

When everyone came to their senses again, the darkness had dissipated, replaced by an endless expanse of overcast sky.

Under a sky filled with dark clouds, countless modern buildings stood tall, making it feel as if we had returned to Earth before the time travel.

Moreover, the area where Li Lan and the others were standing was quite dramatic, being an incredibly large stadium.

Looking at the countless nest-like steel pillars around them, they seemed to be reminded of a top-level sports stadium, and for a moment they felt that this guy named "Ann Gnas" had quite good taste.

"Welcome to my domain!"

Ann Gnath spread his hands. "Before I kill you, I think we might need to have a good talk and clear up our doubts."

"really."

Li Lan didn't rush to make a move. From the beginning, Hei Fa Yu Hui had already revealed that Ann Gnath had probably reached the level of an ancient creator's avatar, and the domains of the two god-level beings might not be able to suppress him.

Now it seems that this was indeed the case.

But it doesn't matter. No matter what tricks Ann Gnath plays, he must die here today.

Before killing him, Li Lan did have many questions that she wanted to answer by talking to this guy.

Chapter 61 Grudges and Love

At this moment, in this vast and silent land, Ann Grenas stands facing Kallen Elf, Lorina Euphemia, Lana Sivir, and Della Bertie.

Just like twenty-nine years ago, the only difference is that there are three fewer witches present now.

The three witches were named Peggy, Sherry Nancy, and Matilda. They all met their demise in the Elf Kingdom due to Ann Gnath's subsequent machinations.

"My first question is, now that things have come to this point, why are you still coming to us?"

The two were only a hundred meters apart, yet Ann Gnath's voice was crystal clear.

"The reason is simple: revenge."

Li Lan's response was straightforward. At this moment of meeting again, he felt as if he had returned to the time when he lived in the British Empire 29 years ago, and thought of his many close friends.

He recalled the witch Lancy, the witch Olivia, and the witch Emma, ​​who had been killed by Ann Gnath. They had once stood on the side of Li Lan and the other wandering witches, but were later unfortunately devoured by Ann Gnath.

Then I thought of Peggy, who had finally escaped the British Empire but was unfortunately betrayed by Ann Gnath, and Sherry and Matilda, who were subsequently driven to their doom.

The deep-seated hatred and blood feuds have long since reached a point where reconciliation is impossible.

It could be said that if Li Lan hadn't chosen to fight to the death when she met An Gren again at the border of the United Duchy of Ries in the Rune tribe, things might still be different today.

The problem is that Li Lan cannot forget all the hatred he once felt; it is etched into his very being. Ann Gnath also considers him his greatest nemesis in this life, someone who must die.

"It's been twenty-nine years, and your hatred still hasn't subsided at all?"

Ann Gnath asked, while also finding it somewhat incomprehensible, were these witches just idiots?

Knowing that the Kingdom of Ross is under the control of the Chaos Creator, and knowing that this world will face its end in the future, instead of trying to survive, they actually want to bring about their own destruction.

"There is only one way to quell my hatred: the destruction of this world and your death."

Li Lan moved the open natal magic book in front of her, making her meaning clear: in this battle, there was no room for maneuver for either side.

Twenty-nine years ago it was a fight to the death, and twenty-nine years later it is the same.

Some things, some hatreds, will be etched in your heart for a lifetime.

I will never be able to let go of this feeling until the very last moment of my life.

This is Li Lan's journey, and also Lana's shared emotional journey.

Having traversed a life fraught with thorns, what awaits them at the end is not happiness, but darkness, and revenge that they will fight tooth and nail to achieve.

Now, destroying the Kingdom of Ross is just the first step. They will use their own methods to destroy the last glimmer of hope in this world!

"Aren't you afraid of death? Don't you know that this world will face destruction in the future?"

Ann Gnath looked at them like they were a bunch of lunatics. Thinking about it carefully, he realized that back in the British Empire, he had never been able to understand the actions of these witches, their recklessness, or their fearlessness.

As long as a person is alive, they will definitely have the will to survive.

In this desperate, dark world, as long as one can survive, one can betray everything and abide by the law of the jungle, where the strong prey on the weak.

However, these witches do not seem to be like that.

Ann Gnath just found them annoying and felt that they were always getting in his way.

Back in the British Empire, these witches looked down on him, ostracized him, and refused to become stepping stones for his growth. Now, after so many years, they remain the same, trying to hinder him once again.

These damned guys have come knocking again, trying to destroy Ann Grenas's hope of living once more.

Ann Gnath couldn't understand why, when the world was on the verge of destruction, they couldn't sit down and have a proper talk.

Perhaps we can cooperate, and once we get through this damn apocalypse and kill those damned ancient creators, then whatever grudges we have can be settled later.

Why bring about your own destruction like this? What are you trying to achieve? Just for your own personal pleasure?

"It doesn't matter. Perhaps death would be a relief for us."

At that moment, Li Lan seemed to be making her own declaration, "Ann Gnath, only one of us can leave alive today. Try to kill us, we'll give you a chance."

"Incomprehensible! I've found you all an eyesore ever since I was twenty-nine years ago. What exactly are you pursuing? Just to live?"

Ann Gnath also opened his own natal magic book, which was already in a mutated state, with a blood-red twist and a ferocious eye, making his magic book look more like a corrupted seal.

"Live standing up."

Li Lan and the others longed to live standing up, and they also longed to die standing up; that was all.

"What difference does it make whether you stand or kneel? You're still alive! As long as you can survive, what does it matter if you betray everyone, if you use your own family and compatriots as stepping stones?"

Ann Gnath continued to question, seemingly trying to clarify the doubts that had accumulated in her heart over the past twenty-nine years.

"Twenty-nine years ago, didn't you experience the same despair?"

In that situation, if Ann Gnath hadn't become the Witch Eater and the Abyss God, what chance would he have had to survive?

How could he know that the witch Kallen Elf might have a way to escape, and if not?

Not everyone can easily trust others, and not everyone wants to rely on others or place their hopes on them.

From Ann Gnath's position, his choice has always been the optimal one. He chose himself and the most appropriate way to escape the cage of the Empire.

He did nothing wrong!

In this desperate and dark world, what could he do but go along with the corrupt?

The idea that the innocent are innocent is a romantic notion held by idealists, and has never been a source of hope for realists.

How can an innocent person survive in that situation?

"Tell me, what other choice do I have besides this? How do you plan to escape from that situation?"

Ann Gnath couldn't understand, and had never understood, how these witches managed to escape the British Empire. What abilities did they possess that allowed them to escape that hellish inferno?

For countless years, every time Ann Gnath recalls the former imperial prison, a strong tremor runs through his heart.

The more you learn about the world, the more you understand how terrifying these superpowers are, and the more you can comprehend the kind of crisis you faced when you were part of the British Empire.

One wrong step and the only outcome will be destruction!

Ann Gnath was like that, and so were the witches opposite him; they were all the same, facing the same despair and the same dead end.

In such a dead end, what could these witches possibly do?

To live standing up?

How can you live standing up?!

Even kneeling makes it hard to survive, so what can standing change?

Ann Gnath considers himself a rotten person, a rotten person who has to change himself and abandon all morality because of the world, but did he really do something wrong?

He did nothing wrong!

No matter if we do it ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times, or ten thousand times!

If he were given a second chance, Ann Gnath would absolutely become a Witch Devourer, a member of the Abyss God race, even if it meant killing all the witches of his generation to survive.

Since we are all going to die eventually, why can't we grant his wish?

Faced with Ann Gnath's questioning, Li Lan remained silent for a long time before finally speaking slowly, "I have to admit, Ann Gnath, your choice was not wrong."

Li Lan had always known that in this damned world, there was no right or wrong from the very beginning, only positions!

From Ann Gnath's perspective, in order to survive, given the lack of information, his only choice was to abandon everything and give up all illusions.

Li Lan understood from the beginning that he was standing on the shoulders of all his predecessors. He was a romantic and always adhered to his own strong principles. He would never abandon or betray his comrades, nor would he sacrifice them to survive.

But he also understood that if it weren't for so many predecessors, passing on the torch from generation to generation, Li Lan would have died in the British Empire twenty-nine years ago.

Lana, Lolina, Della, they will be the same.