Witch Monastery

He closed his eyes and muttered silently in his heart.

It doesn't matter. With our current speed of development, in four or five years, or six or seven years at most, we should be able to force the Amazon Kingdom to change their customs and traditions.

If something unexpected happens in the deep sea before this, such as awakening an Old One, causing the entire kingdom to fall into a catastrophe, etc.... then this matter may have to be brought forward even further!

However, the premise of all this is that you must have strength!

Whether it's the power you have when facing extraordinary high-level combat power, or the strength your subordinates have when facing conventional troops, you must have it!

He clenched his fists slightly, knowing that he had to speed up his upgrade.

Hmm... Let the shipyard build a large ship to test the goods first, and learn the magic power invocation "Magic Slash" by yourself, and then wait for the next Witch Night to come...

Let’s take the nuns with us and purify all the undead souls on the garbage island!

Although the Death Knight was extremely powerful, he was at best on par with Monbot, and his challenge was only twenty-one.

In the Witch's Night, with unlimited mana supply, it may not be impossible to kill him!

Chapter 614 Guinevere Hawthorne

Monastery, at the entrance of the infirmary.

“Ugh—Ugh—!”

"Come on, it's almost out, try harder!"

"Ugh—!"

There were painful groans coming from the room, as well as the encouraging voices of Heidi, Die and others. Outside the room, Hawthorne was squatting, frowning, with anxiety and uneasiness written all over his face.

In his arms, little Lisa sat on his lap, her chubby little face also full of worry: "Father, will mom be okay?"

Hawthorne gave a forced smile and comforted her, "Don't worry, with Heidi, Die and Celine here, she will be safe."

But having said that, in reality, he couldn't help but be nervous.

The one who was giving birth in the room at the moment was, of course, Malena. Under the divine power of Sulfaro, the baby in her belly grew at an extremely unreasonable speed: it was only five months at most, but the baby in her belly had grown to the age where she could give birth.

Fortunately, in this fantasy world, humans did not evolve naturally, but were created by the gods and are the product of divine power - otherwise Hawthorne would really worry about whether such premature children would have congenital defects.

Soon after he finished speaking, the painful groans in the room stopped, replaced by the cry of a baby. Hawthorne quickly put little Lisa down, stood up, turned around and looked at the door of the infirmary. After waiting for several seconds, the door of the room inside opened, and Die, with a tired face, poked her head out: "It's a daughter, both mother and daughter are safe."

Hawthorne let out a sigh, and little Lisa had already rushed in: "Mom!"

She rushed to the side of the bed. At this time, Malena's face was a little pale, and a blanket was covered on her body again.

Seeing her daughter coming over, she smiled weakly, reached out her hand, and tickled her little nose: "Congratulations, Lisa, you're a sister now."

Little Lisa hugged her arms, her face full of relief and worry.

Hawthorne followed in, ignoring the crying next to him, holding Marlena's hand and whispering, "Thank you for your hard work, dear."

Marlena smiled and looked at him with a gentle gaze: "I'm fine. Look at your daughter. She's a beautiful little girl."

Meanwhile, Heidi was preparing warm water and carefully washing the newborn baby.

With the help of magic, she was very efficient and moved quickly. In a few moments, she had wiped the little girl clean.

Shilin took out the swaddling clothes that had been prepared long ago, wrapped the little girl, and sent her to Hawthorne. Only then did he and Marlena have time to take a look.

Little Lisa also stood on tiptoe and tried her best

I looked up angrily and saw an ugly big round face. Fortunately, the baby was no longer crying, breathing evenly and seemed to be asleep.

She couldn't help but tilt her head, then leaned close to Marlena's ear and asked, "Mom, was I like this when I was born?"

Malena smiled gently, touched her head, and didn't answer.

"Hawthorne." Suddenly, she said softly, "Give her a name. It's your responsibility."

The other nuns also looked over, waiting for his response. Hawthorne did not answer immediately. He looked down at the baby and felt his heart pounding.

Once again, he felt the powerful blood connection, as if his power could connect to this child.

Not only that, he also felt that this baby was not only connected to himself, but also to Malena next to him, and even indirectly to all the dark angels...

Through this connection, he seemed to be able to do anything to her...

Taking a deep breath, Hawthorne forced himself to suppress the restless thoughts in his heart, tried to abandon the desire for power that "parents can arbitrarily decide the future of their children's lives", and focused on the current affairs.

"Guinevere," he said suddenly, "Guinevere Hawthorne, let's give this girl this name."

Everyone nodded, having no objection to the name. Marlena smiled, tilted her head slightly, and admired his face: "It's a good name, dear."

Hawthorne let out a breath, fearing that his actions might hurt the little girl, so he carefully returned her to Heidi's hands and whispered, "Take good care of her."

Next to her, little Lisa suddenly raised her hand, with golden light shining from her fingertips: "Me, me, me! Father, I know magic, and I can take good care of my sister!"

Hawthorne smiled softly, reached out and touched her golden hair, and said softly: "I believe you, Lisa, so you should also help Sister Heidi and take good care of Guinevere."

Having said this, he looked at Marlena and said, "I'll go find your ancestors."

Marlena nodded solemnly, knowing that he was going to do serious things, so she did not stop him. Hawthorne turned around and strode away, his heart full of anxiety, there were some things that needed to be figured out urgently.

Was the throbbing feeling of blood connection just now unique to the descendants of him and Malena, or was it a common phenomenon in this world?

Hawthorne didn't understand this kind of blood connection, but he had seen similar situations.

Initially, when he faced Sulfaro, he had intended to kill her outright - however, when he severely injured her, all the dark angels, including Malena, showed signs of great pain.

This is obviously not a coincidence. There must be a similar blood connection between Sulfaro and these girls.

She must know something.

So now, he couldn't wait any longer. He had to find Sulfaro immediately and ask him about everything!

After locking Sulfaro into the little world he created, he never cared about her again.

But he was not worried, because he knew that even if an angel fell, he would not suffocate to death in such a world.

At the same time, there was no magical energy there, so she had no way to recover and naturally had no way to escape. As long as she didn't commit suicide, there would be no problem.

Hawthorne didn't think that her mind was so fragile that she would commit suicide after holding it in for a few days. She was capable of betrayal and overstepping the authority of the gods, and her ambition was so huge, which meant that her will could not be so fragile.

To deal with her, Hawthorne's plan was to leave her alone first.

Let her stay in that absolutely empty and lonely world for a while, until she drives herself crazy, numb, and in unbearable pain, and can no longer endure even a little bit of it, then I will go over and destroy her psychological defenses step by step!

And now, it’s time to reap the rewards!

Chapter 615: Created by God? Born by Mom!

At this time, in the small world, Sulfaro sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, as if he was sleeping.

At this time, the wounds on her chest and abdomen had disappeared, and she looked very healthy. However, her clothes were still torn, revealing a large area of ​​her smooth and white skin.

Those were all broken apart by Huo Sang's magic explosion, and were not repaired. After all, she had little remaining strength, and it was not easy to treat her injuries and poisons and not die on the spot.

And now, she has spent an unknown amount of time in this place. This small world has no black and white, day or night, and her keen five senses cannot detect any passage of time.

Time seemed to have lost its meaning here. Only she still had strong energy and active thinking, and she felt endless loneliness every minute and every second.

This was the worst part. If she was weak and listless, time might not be so difficult to kill. Unfortunately, she was an angel. After recovering from her injuries and toxins, her abundant energy had nowhere to vent and would almost drive her crazy.

This absolute loneliness tormented her. Even though she encouraged herself countless times in her heart and even talked to herself to relieve the loneliness, these efforts had little effect under the long-term pressure.

She even began to despair, wondering if Hawthorne had really forgotten her and would not come and take her away until she completely stopped thinking about her.

Fortunately, this most desperate situation did not happen. Finally, on this day, a portal suddenly opened, and Hawthorne, who seemed to have forgotten her, finally appeared in front of her.

Sulfaro opened her eyes, and at that second, an indescribable joy surged in her heart.

She suppressed her emotion with great difficulty, trying not to look at the pure white color of Hawthorne, which was completely different from the empty white around him. She closed her eyes again, as if she was ignoring him.

She didn't know that the very action of opening her eyes had actually exposed her inner thoughts and her true desire.

Across from her, Hawthorne's eyes were slightly dimmed, knowing that his strategy had succeeded. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, floated in front of her, and said, "It seems that you are living a comfortable life here, Sulfaro?"

Sulfaro suddenly opened her eyes, and the loneliness she had felt after being left out for so many days turned into grievance and anger, making her unable to stop herself from expressing herself.

But as an angel, she also knew that it was better to lose the battle than to lose the fight. Especially at times like this, she couldn't show any sign of defeat!

So she sneered, and even though she was shaking with anger, she still sneered at him: "Oh, no need to worry about it, winner. Congratulations, now you can take my creation and satisfy all your desires."

She spoke in a sarcastic tone, but Hawthorne knew that she was just venting her anger and was not angry at all.

He stared at Sulfaro and suddenly asked, "Did you also spend money to buy them a hundred sets of custom-made plate armor and weapons?"

Sulfaro stared at him, his smile disappeared. Thinking of the battle that night, he couldn't help but clench his fists. "Yes, it's a pity that the gray dwarves were incompetent. If these armors and weapons could have arrived one day earlier and they had all worn them, you would have been the one who died that night!"

She couldn't pretend anymore. The hatred and anger she felt could no longer be hidden.

Hawthorne pondered, thinking about the weapons made by the gray dwarves, the physical strength of these dark angels and the spells they could cast, and he felt that if this was true, the outcome was still uncertain.

But then he smiled and said, "Don't blame the gray dwarves. They are almost there for you."

"It's just a pity that these armors were picked up by me."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and opened a passage, revealing the current scene in the monastery. Sulfaro looked forward and saw that, as expected, a hundred pieces of plate armor were neatly placed in a training ground. Each piece was so well-fitting, and there were gaps on the back specially reserved for wings.

Those gray dwarf cargo ships were actually robbed by this guy!

Thinking of this, she suddenly hated them even more, her teeth chattering. But in the end, she still showed a sarcastic smile and sneered at him: "Congratulations, Father Hawthorne, you can use them as your weapons in the future to conquer land for you!"

Hawthorne shook his head, not wanting to mock this guy who was clearly on the verge of collapse, and said, "I never intended to use them as weapons, Sulfaro. As a believer of the goddess of life, I must first treat these girls as human beings."

"It is their own choice as to what their future will be. I will only provide them with basic education."

Sulfaro clapped her hands, unable to restrain her desire to express herself. Although she was very angry, it was better than being alone. The more she spoke, the more excited she felt: "Oh, then you are really noble, even nobler than the gods!"

Hawthorne stared at her. "Is it noble? I'm curious. As an angel, you don't feel it's blasphemous to copy and transform these lives? You don't even consider them for themselves?"

"So what?" Sulfaro didn't take it seriously. "As a priest, you should understand that all living things in the material world, as well as us angels, are not all creations of the gods?"

"If you want to ascend to the throne of God, you must create your own life. Weren't you also created by the gods? What qualifications do you have to question me for doing something that the gods have already done?"

"No." Hawthorne suddenly said, "I, Heidi and the others are really not the same as you gods' creations."

Sulfaro was stunned: "What did you say? How did you get here?"

"I was born by my mother," Hawthorne said.

Sulfaro: "..."

At this moment, suddenly, she saw in Hawthorne a kind of primitive and wild simplicity and innocence that was not polluted by knowledge, which made her unable to clearly understand what kind of human being was in front of her.

Regardless of what she thought, the negotiations had to continue. Hawthorne restrained his smile and decided to change his strategy.

He had realized that the thinking of this stubborn fallen angel was still stuck in the stage of the creation of the world by the gods ten thousand years ago. She could not understand why the gods should reduce their interference in the material world and why they should give freedom to intelligent creatures.

In fact, it is very simple, and Hawthorne, who has read the background story, can fully understand it. The gods represent beliefs, and they all have their own thoughts and ideas, such as practicing justice, enduring suffering, accumulating wealth, enjoying happiness, and so on.

They hope that their thoughts can be understood, practiced and applied by other intelligent creatures, so as to form a resonance of souls and make

They wanted to grow stronger and be satisfied, so they created the world and created many lives in their own image.

However, if the gods themselves exert their might and interfere with the progress of the material world, intelligent creatures will only worship their power, and maintain superficial respect for their ideas, but sneer at them in their hearts - the more powerful the gods show, the more believers will only believe that "power can solve all problems", and their understanding of the gods' own thoughts, at best, will only remain at the most superficial level.

After discovering this problem, the gods gradually withdrew their influence on the material world, leaving this world to the intelligent creatures themselves. When the intelligent creatures rely on their own efforts to solve many problems in the world, they will have a deeper understanding of the gods' thoughts.

Only then will the gods gain recognition and resonance, and be strengthened and satisfied.

But Sulfaro obviously didn't understand this. So she wanted to imitate the behavior of the gods in ancient times, personally create and modify intelligent creatures, and then control them to make them work for her, hoping to achieve many of the great deeds of the gods in ancient times.

Hawthorne knew that he could not convince such a stubborn old woman.

So he stopped arguing with her about the ethics of cloning and went straight to the point, ready to negotiate a deal with her: "Sulfaro, do you want a chance to regain your freedom?"

Sulfaro recovered from the shock of this innocent answer and stared at him playfully: "Why, you will let me go?"

Huo Sang took a deep breath and said, "After all, there is no grudge between you and me, right? I have no reason to keep you imprisoned like this. As long as you promise me one thing, our past grudges will be offset and I will let you go. How do you think this works?"

Sulfaro's smile also faded. He stared into his eyes and suddenly sneered: "Oh, what are you asking for? You can't be..."

She looked at him playfully, "Are you trying to plead for those dark angels?"

Hawthorne was annoyed when his thoughts were exposed. But he suppressed it all and nodded to Sulfaro: "Yes, I hope you can break the life connection with these girls and give them freedom."

The lives of Malena and all these dark angels are in the hands of this fallen angel, which makes Hawthorne unable to sleep or eat.

Although at present, if Sulfaro is not injured, then they will be fine - but what if one day Sulfaro is unhappy and suddenly recites a spell to kill a dark angel, how should he accept it?

This feeling of having one's life held in the hands of others was definitely not what Hawthorne wanted. Therefore, he had to negotiate with Sulfaro and use all the bargaining chips at hand to buy freedom for these girls.

"If you agree, I can swear to set you free and not to cause you any trouble." He continued, "We will have nothing to do with each other from now on. What do you think?"

Chapter 616: Training Sulfaro (I)