Miss Witch's Forbidden Book Secret

But Constantine, who was on the front lines, was unaware that Nora was preparing to retreat and abandon him as a pawn.

Five minutes later, the roar of the Fortress echoed through the Cross District. With the arrival of this mobile fortress, Scarlett led the city's defense forces in a fighting retreat.

The Silver Knights, who were supposed to head to Tower Street, were forced to turn back due to Tia's Sun and the ritual, and instead joined the city's defense forces in the Cross District.

Constantine only then received the belated message from the sorcerers: Nara Selassie demanded that he surrender on the spot.

Nora's decision was not without reason.

If we continue to drag this out, the next result will be fighting the Fortress with our bare hands, and then being held back until the Morrol Legion arrives.

Seeing that Fontaine Palace had already been occupied, Constantine, despite his utter helplessness, had no choice but to negotiate and surrender en masse.

at the same time.

Ninety kilometers west of Mistmoon City, Sazdalus, leading six Sequence Four sorcerers, forty-two Sequence Five sorcerers, and over a hundred Sequence Six sorcerers, is harassing Saint Engard's fleet.

Sazdive, with his extraordinary physical strength, managed to hold off Hojir and Bloodwine on the river, but he had already sensed the reversal of the situation from the message sent from Mistmoon City and quickly withdrew from the battle, disappearing without a trace.

On the Suijin River channel.

Just as Nara was preparing to retreat and preserve her strength for the upcoming negotiations, before the ships could even leave Mistmoon City, a red signal flare, trailing a flashing light, illuminated the sky above the Broken Gold River.

Nora quickly climbed onto the deck, pursed her lips, and then all the strength in her body seemed to drain away.

She summoned her adjutant, unable to hide her disappointment and somewhat helpless, and said, "It seems you'll be able to return before March. Send a telegram to the Ministry of the Interior, prepare to negotiate peace... Surrender."

The adjutant immediately stood at attention, placed his hand on his chest, and saluted, saying:

"General! We can still fight. As long as we take Fontaine Palace, the three counties of Frigid Winter..."

"It's impossible now. The Morrol Legion will arrive soon. Nobody wants this farce to escalate into a war to the death. The royalists and republicans don't want it, nor do the Alchemists' Society and the Transformation Hand. Perhaps only the Empires would."

The defeat came suddenly, just like a civil war.

Nora considered it and realized that the key element was the Fortress.

It's understandable that the Cross District couldn't be conquered. It's adjacent to the new bishopric, which already has a large number of church organizations and Silver Knights.

Meanwhile, Anzu's armored knights rushed to the aid of Fontaine Palace and immediately went to the Cross Zone to control the situation.

However, there were no saints on the Fortress, and the Knights of the Golden Forge who were on board had disembarked to reinforce Mistmoon City.

Why didn't Santise stop him?

Furthermore, the sudden appearance of troublemakers at the docks directly delayed their landing. Without these troublemakers hindering the landing—at least they could have controlled the entire city.

Taking control of the Alchemy Society, the Ministry of the Interior, and the City Hall would at least leave room for negotiation.

Finally, there were the artillery units that completely disrupted their retreat plan.

But these are all tactical issues.

What puzzled her most was: "And something I just can't understand—weren't those warlocks supposed to unleash Bloodthorn? Where did Bloodthorn go?!"

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Omar Sera is on Tower Street, witnessing the "fall" of Bloodthorn.

Although it was a bit embarrassing, he wasn't actually as cowardly as Nora thought, or as clever as she thought.

When he discovered on the Grand Observatory that there was no trace of Bloodthorn spreading on Tower Street, but instead a large aura of spirits and signs of battle, his first thought was:

"I need to go over there right away and see what's going on."

He never expected that Bloodthorn would fall.

Regardless of his feelings at the time, when he stepped into the vicinity of the gardens and green spaces of St. Pantheon's College, covered with blood-red thorns, and was shocked to find that the small chapel had been transformed into a temple with a round dome and spires at its four corners, he was included in the temple grounds of Tia.

Tia's sanctuary projection is not actually invulnerable. If it is destroyed from the outside, as long as it can bypass that group of spirits, a Sequence 3 or an enhanced artillery regiment can cause considerable damage, causing the sanctuary to sink into the deep sea.

Unfortunately, Omar is neither a Sequence 3 nor does he have an artillery regiment.

After being incorporated into the sanctuary, Omar saw a tall red deer, chewing on a large piece of blood-red thorn vine, gracefully trotting past him.

Then a whale made of clouds swooped down, skimming over the blood-red vines on the ground, instantly turning the vines pale.

There were also crows perched on the thorns of the vines, white-gold in color, forged from flames, pecking ash-covered holes in the vines as they bent down.

Immediately, the crow picked up the broken vine, and a dining table appeared out of nowhere in the distance.

The vines fell onto the dining table, where many cakes and fruits were laid out.

The scene was by no means bloody or eerie.

It's a dream.

For a moment, Omar even thought he had fallen into a fantasy kingdom or magical wonderland that only existed in fairy tales.

The only slightly unsettling thing was the broken flesh container of the Bloodthorn inside the temple, the pig brain—which was being held in the hands of a black-haired girl wearing a knee-length white linen blouse and a belt with metal buckles around her waist.

Inside the temple were many alchemists, who were immediately embarrassed when they saw Omar arrive.

They are responsible for removing the Bloodthorns' bindings.

Well... for now, it can be considered resolved.

Omar hesitated, pausing for a long time before finally saying, "Father of all things... being of great and hidden wisdom, could you offer me some enlightenment?"

“I am Tia Sulph.”

Omar was taken aback.

Tia smiled and said, "You came in using the Trinity? Rexar didn't even come... Considering the Alchemy Society, I don't want to touch you either. But I don't want to expose the Sanctuary yet, so the memories of the Sanctuary will disappear after you leave."

Erasing memories is not difficult; it simply involves manipulating the brain's memory system.

Erasing history is the difficult part, and Tia can't do that either, so she has to settle for second best.

Tia was a little puzzled:

"You summoned Bloodthorn because you wanted to use His divine kingdom, didn't you?"

Seeing this, Omar could only nod and smile wryly, "That's true. I just never expected you to ruin it..."

"Uh," Tia scratched her head and said, "but it seems like you can't succeed without me!"

"what?"

"Because when you set up the ceremony, Bloodthorn didn't have a sanctuary at all."

Tia kindly explained, "It seems that his sanctuary in the deep sea has been forcibly subjected to a ritual inheritance while the gods are bound to the material world. Didn't you know that?"

Chapter 431 Post-War Arrangements

Tia was quite interested in the Bloodthorn Sanctuary.

Although the Bloodthorns themselves were enough for her spirit gods, who could be considered as eighteen warlords under her command, who wouldn't like the Sanctuary!

However, Tia took it all in stride and didn't dwell on it. After altering all the sorcerers' memories in the temple, she kicked them all out and prepared to shut down the Upside-Down Temple's servers.

Little Red cried out reluctantly outside the door, but it was no use.

These animal friends are spending too much. If the projection continues for another three or four days, Tia estimates that the temple will sink to tens or even hundreds of thousands of meters deep, and will be sitting at the same table as the deep-sea serpent and Silver Door.

On the east side of the St. Pantheon University, the sun, still shining brightly, had not yet extinguished, and the sanctuary covering the chapel returned to its original state after Tia ended her projection.

Does, cloud whales, toads, crows, giants, aluminum cans, plastic bags—numerous spirits dissolved in the brilliance of the golden fire and sank into the deep sea.

Tia's sun effect is still there.

This has nothing to do with the sanctuary; it's caused by the backflow of seawater, the dissipation of spiritual energy, and the fact that the golden fire hasn't been extinguished. However, it's too conspicuous, and it's not convenient for Tia to leave.

The statue of the Virgin Mary in the church had been damaged by the Bloodthorn and shattered into pieces, leaving the altar empty. The young girl, quite unrefined, plopped down on the altar, rested for another twenty minutes, and then sank into the deep sea to check on the temple's condition.

As soon as she fell into the deep sea, Tia choked and tears welled up in her eyes.

A strong force grabbed her ankle, as if swinging her around in mid-air, making her dizzy and lightheaded, and her stomach churning.

She didn't know how long this feeling lasted before the temple's gentle power supported her, slightly relieving her discomfort.

First, look at the depth of the water.

No wonder!

This is estimated to be 70,000 meters underwater!

Tia called Freya and Branna over. The two elves were in the laurel grove and prepared to dive down when they felt the call.

It would have been better if she hadn't left the Laurel Grove. But once she was freed from its protection, she was pulled down by the power of the temple. As soon as Branna descended to the temple, she let out a groan, covered her mouth, and vomited out her internal organs.

However, there are only spirits in the deep sea, so it doesn't matter.

Freya was clearly weak and fainted.

So the girl took pity on him and slapped him twice, but the poor child still didn't wake up.

Tia scratched her head, summoned a translucent white rope, bit her lip and licked it twice, then inserted it directly into Freya's mouth.

The holy blood dissolved in Freya's mouth and flowed into her throat, and Freya slowly woke up.

The light, after undergoing extraordinary transformation, has a powerful healing and purifying effect on the blood.

Even Tia doesn't need to be bled out; her saliva, sweat, and other bodily fluids have some effect, but blood is even more effective.

Brenna glanced at her enviously.

Tia's holy elixir is indeed a good thing. Spirits all love it.

Tia said, "I'm quite conspicuous in the material world right now, so it's not convenient for me to show my face. Branna, could you contact Scarlett for me? Freya, could you contact Anne at Golden Moon Bay and ask how things are going there?"

Tia was very confident in her plan.

With Bloodthorn dealt with and Sazdal's absence, the artillery force should be able to block Nora's Legion's retreat. Now it all depends on when the Fortress arrives and how much trouble Scarlett will face.

She is not well-suited to continue frontline combat.

Tia had already sensed some pressure on her soul, making it difficult to perform the ritual. This was partly related to the depth of the temple, but more so to the excessive distance she had to descend in a short period and the violent deep-sea currents.

It's like she manually created deep-sea turbulence, and then it impacted her.

He needs at least half a month to recover.

Brenna bowed her head respectfully. "I'm about to surface."

Freya said, looking aggrieved, "My lord! You could have just had Raven give us this kind of thing..."

Yes, that's possible.

Tia, however, has no morals.

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The battle in Mistmoon City ended faster than Tia had imagined.

Most importantly, Nora surrendered very decisively and without any hesitation.

The only controversial issue is the handling of the border defense corps.

Nara Selassie demanded the disbandment of the Border Guard and their return to the Three Counties of Winter, but the Ministry of the Interior believed that the turbulent period was not over yet, and that disbanding them now was too dangerous and would further consolidate the Selassie family's prestige in the Three Counties. It was also inconvenient to deal with the defecting current Border Guard commander, "Alfred Selassie".

The various groups argued back and forth, and Scarlett couldn't stand the noise anymore, so she simply passed the matter on to old Minister Kamas, who was still in his hospital bed.

We'll discuss it again when Kamas is able to take charge.

Next came dealing with the warlock who had the Hand of Transformation and preparing for negotiations with the North.

Scarlett the sorcerer handled the situation with ease; the masterminds either fled or died, and Rexar was simply beyond the reach of the Empire to be judged.

The rest is easy to handle. Those deeply involved in the Mistmoon City rebellion can be sent to court as political prisoners. Those who deserve punishment can be sentenced, and those who deserve pardon can be pardoned.

There aren't many death sentences. Alchemists of Sequence Six and Sequence Five are very useful, so it's better to send them to atone for their crimes.

As for the other warlocks, kick them all out within a week of supervision; don't waste the town hall's resources.

—And the mystical visions of the St. Pantheon University.

The sun, like a miraculous illusion, illuminated Mistmoon City as if it were daytime at dusk. Many people were already discussing that it was a miracle sent down by the Father of All Things, who could not bear to see the horrors of the civil war.

The citizens are never short of imagination and adventurous spirit; some are even preparing to make a pilgrimage to the Tower District.

The alchemists studied it and said it was golden fire.

He was immediately subjected to a severe scolding by the great sorcerers and scholars of the school.