Arknights, but the sickly pretty girl starts

This is... Herhunzollon's strongest posture... An old soul and a young body, he can construct countless spells with just a glance or even a thought. This is the Witch King... A mortal in the true sense, who is on par with gods.

In this era when the Khan and the King of Kings have left, he proved that the path of magic can also lead to the sky.

The current Witch King may be more in line with his name.

——[King of Witchcraft and Spells, Herhunzoron]

"Teacher, I will be here to stop you." Noah knew that the crown could not narrow the gap between her and the person in front of her. Her so-called power of ascension was still flowing in Herhunzollon. On his head, there was a crown taken from history, which was of the same status as her crown - in a sense, this might be a true [War of the Gods].

Students and teachers, the living and the dead, the one forced to wear the crown and the king who shoulders everything.

No more reasons are needed. Now is not the time to communicate through words... Now is the time to speak with your sword.

Noah Kyrielight, who could not agree with Herhunzolen's plan, held the Sword of Martyr in her hand. The next moment, she stepped into the golden ocean of spells. The blade shattered countless spells, as if she had cut open the golden ocean. The sword in her hand was as bright as gold, and the spell that shattered the golden ocean came from the Linguang family's inherited Source Stone skills.

At this moment, a figure vaguely appeared behind her, a shining shadow, as if calling out the legendary Pegasus with golden blood from history. At this moment, Noah did not seem to be fighting alone. The knight who appeared behind her protected Noah behind him with an extremely tough attitude.

Chapter 56: The Crown Falls

"...Golden Pegasus...you've finally stopped running away from your power, huh?" Seeing the golden shadow, Herhunzollon smiled with satisfaction. "Call upon the shadow within you and materialize it. This time, you no longer feel guilty about your own abilities, do you?"

"I have always believed that my ability is sinful. I can manipulate others, change their hearts, and even guide them in the direction I want. My ability deprives them of their [freedom], and even binds them to their memories after their death. I originally thought that this kind of power should not be mine. Just like what you said, I have always felt guilty. Every time I use this power, it is when I have no other choice, or even when I have to use it. But now it is different..." Noah Kyrielet held the Sword of Martyr, and the crown transformed from the Golden Rule melody sprinkled golden light around her, and beside her, another shadow appeared again at some point.

"Margaret, Mace, help me—" she whispered softly. The two knights, who, from her memory, would undoubtedly respond to her call, took shape in the warp, transforming from illusion into reality. On her left and right, the two knights looked nothing like summoned reflections; the will in their eyes was entirely consistent with the knights' own. "Teacher, I'm sorry, I'm outnumbering the weak!"

"Use all your strength, Noah Kyrielight. You have never tried to explore your full strength - now is your chance." The wand in Herhunzollon's hand drew a golden arc in the air, and then, several swordsmen in black and gold armor holding long swords appeared around him. These were the wills of the strongest Golden Rule Guards who guarded the Golden Rule through the ages. What he did was actually the same as what Noah did... But unlike Noah who could summon an existence that was almost identical to the original, the ones who responded to the Witch King's call were only those who were bound by Leithania's Golden Rule.

"Mace, Margaret, please help me contain these Golden Law Guards. Don't force it." The two people Noah trusted most transformed into two sharp blades, colliding with the summoned Golden Law Guards. Margaret raised her sword and spear, wielding a dazzling light. With a roar, the lance in her hand instantly transformed into a spear shining with endless brilliance, instantly destroying the spells woven by the Golden Law Guards. The brilliance was dazzling, like the midday sun.

The knight's shining heroic figure is definitely not a fake!

Compared to the Yao Knight who took the initiative to attack, Jian, holding two maces, stayed beside Noah. Almost all of the spell attacks that tried to bypass the Yao Knight were easily taken on by Jian's two maces. With the cooperation of the two, Noah was able to free his hands. The Martyr's Sword in his hand charged up again, and slashed out a thin blade dozens of meters long, instantly chopped into pieces more than a dozen magic guards in the front. However, these magic guards were bound by the Golden Rule, so when one was chopped off, the next one would appear from the golden light, immortal and indestructible, and could be called the Undead Legion.

In the subspace environment, these phantoms are almost endless. Even if the shining knights summoned by Noah are almost the same as himself, it is impossible for them to defeat an immortal legion.

So...is there any other solution?

Obviously, Herhunzollon had no intention of letting up. These Golden Law Guards were just small dishes. At this time, Herhunzollon was staring at Noah from a distance, as if he had seen through all of Noah's tricks. Then, with a wave of the magic wand in his hand, a huge cloud of Originium condensed in the entire black gold ancient temple. This was obviously the trick that Herhunzollon used when he defeated Gaul... an Originium disaster induced by Originium skills.

This is a true legion-level Originium skill, and yet Helhunzoron has accomplished it. This is simply a miracle...

Human power is insignificant in the face of natural disasters. In front of Herhunzollon, any genius is like a mayfly seeing the blue sky - this is a true genius is just the threshold to him. Herhunzollon's attainments in Originium skills have long been beyond the mundane world and are infinitely close to [miracles]. Facing natural disasters, even Noah herself finds it difficult to come up with a way to deal with it. However, she may not be able to think of a way... but that doesn't mean others can't.

The next moment, Noah took off the silver bell from his waist and threw it high into the sky.

Suddenly, a distant and ethereal bell sounded in the dark clouds of natural disasters that had already formed, and the next moment, a silver lightning flashed across the dark clouds, illuminating the clouds and revealing the shadow of the giant beast as long as a sleeve in the clouds.

"I didn't expect that you would make such a big fuss the first time you came to see me." The fate accumulated by Noah called out the shadow of Yelagund across thousands of miles. As a giant beast, Yelagund stood in the sky, holding high the silver bell in his hand. In the eyes of Yelagund, who had lived for thousands of years, the scale of the natural disaster caused by Herhunzollon... was still a little too small. The next moment, a crack appeared in the disaster cloud. Amidst Yelagund's chuckle, the cloud shattered directly.

"Oh, my lovely little saint has always been reluctant to ask me for help, but now it's so troublesome--" The Yelagund that Noah called was a real god. If it were not for the peculiarity of the subspace, she would never have been able to make it look like her real body had descended. After breaking through the disaster clouds, she landed lightly on the ground and stood behind Noah.

"Thank you, Yela." Unfortunately, Noah's ability was not enough to keep Yela in her original form. After Yela appeared, she could only break through the clouds and could not help Noah anymore.

"Everyone misses you. Remember to come back to Kjerag." Before disappearing, Yela patted Noah's shoulder and said with a smile.

Even Herhunzoron couldn't muster a second attack like the Man-Made Natural Disaster in such a short time. But this was also Noya's guess. If a second attack did come, Noya would be completely helpless unless she summoned Prisses. It seemed they couldn't delay any longer; Herhunzoron had to be defeated as soon as possible. Noya was determined. Calling Yela was already her trump card, and Herhunzoron seemed to have other tricks up her sleeve... The next moment, under Noya's Originium technique, the telepathically linked Margaret and the mace almost simultaneously withdrew from the battle and returned to her side.

She had thought of many ways to defeat Herhunzollon, but she had rejected each one. Just as Noya understood Herhunzollon's techniques, Herhunzollon also knew hers like the back of his hand. Conventional tactics were meaningless. To defeat Herhunzollon, she had to take a gamble. Only by using tactics that Herhunzollon didn't understand could she defeat him...

Herhunzollon was also observing Noah. His student had indeed shown a resilience that surprised him - but that alone was not enough.

The Wasteland is a fortress to deal with the threat of evil demons. If we only have this level of power, it will be even more difficult to deal with the evil demons' command...

As a teacher, Herhunzollen was well-versed in Noya's abilities and the essence of her Originium skills. He understood that while Noya's power was difficult to defend against, as long as one's will was strong enough, Noya would have little influence on them. This was especially true when Herhunzollen knew the true nature of her abilities. Her most commonly used ability had been blocked, so what else was there besides the power to summon projections?

……Um?

Herhunzollon suddenly felt cold. The cold came so suddenly that he subconsciously asked many Golden Law Guards to protect him. But the next moment, he knew why he felt cold.

If we say that Herhunzollon is the first person under the gods, he is on par with the gods with his mortal body.

But in the distant past, there was a man whose appearance utterly ended the reign of the Protoss, then considered the continent's dominant power. He almost single-handedly utterly shattered the entirety of Terra, and save for the King of Kings, no one could stand in his way. He was synonymous with conquest and devastation. He was the Scourge of Terra, completely shattering the kingdom of the Protoss. He crossed the entire continent of Terra, heading towards the endless frontiers of exploration.

His name is... Harandu Khan.

The Nightmare Khan tramples the earth, denying that his path to heaven has any chasms, that his conquests have any end.

And now, Noah is calling out to this ancestor from his own bloodline, and just a shadow appeared, and the entire black gold hall trembled. The three-meter-tall monster with a red mask and two swords in hand is escaping from history. He looks like he has experienced countless battles, and there are countless scars on his armor, which seems to be about to break in the next moment. But even so, the pressure of this terrifying existence makes Herhunzoren marvel.

In the history of Terra, his reputation is also deafening. If Herhunzoron is the king of witchcraft and spells that dominates the world, then Haranduhan the Whip of the Earth is the real "Overlord" who ended the mythological era.

Faced with Harandu Khan, who had emerged from history, Herhunzollon had to be 120% vigilant. This was just a shadow. When Noya truly intended to call upon this ancestor, she felt the heaviness of this power. It was not like an existence that had been annihilated in history. Noya even had a feeling that the Harandu Khan she summoned might still be alive...

is it possible?

She couldn't even fully reveal Haranduhan. After all, her connection with Haranduhan was only through blood... being able to make the incarnation appear was already the limit.

Noah calculated... He could only let this ancestor strike him once at most. He only had one chance. He wanted to defeat Herhunzollon with this one strike... was it possible?

Herhunzollen and Noah actually had similar thoughts. Both of them were calculating how long Haranduhan could last, or in other words... Herhunzollen was calculating... whether he could withstand Haranduhan's sword.

Unfortunately, time waits for no one. After Nightmare Khan completely locked onto Herhunzollen, he let out a roar that seemed to come from ancient times, and then, with a knife - it can be said to be a very slow knife. Anyone can see the trajectory of the knife, and even Herhunzollen was a little surprised. The knife was so simple that he didn't even feel threatening. It was only when he wanted to resist this knife that he realized... Nightmare Khan's knife actually made time freeze, as if the space could no longer withstand the horror of this knife, and even countless fine cracks formed in front of the blade. He understood it quickly, but the knife had already been chopped out.

He could only use all his strength to activate the crown. As the golden rhythm music sounded, the power of the entire Letania was woven into a golden curtain by Herhunzollon. This was his full strength and the strongest defensive magic he could weave during this period of time. However, under this knife, the golden curtain was like a real piece of golden cloth. It collapsed at the touch, and countless broken notes flew everywhere. Nothing in the world could withstand this monstrous knife. Herhunzollon's face was solemn. After the curtain was shattered, he did not dodge, but waved his wand. Countless golden threads came from all directions and tightly wrapped around the blade.

Slow down, weaken, block, weaken - countless spells were cast on this knife at this time. Herhunzollon was using the power of future generations to fight against one of the strongest figures in history.

After countless generations of development, the art of Originium has changed beyond recognition. It was impossible to stop Harandu Khan in the past, but that may not be the case now. The master of Originium art, Herhunzollon, has always believed that the updating and iteration of magic is beyond the imagination of those old antiques.

You are indeed powerful—but in the face of magic, your strength is only temporary. Magic will become stronger as it is passed down. How can something left in the past be compared with modern magic theory?!

Each of these threads, when taken out, could be considered a groundbreaking magical miracle. Now, they were being used extravagantly to block the advance of the knife. Finally, when the knife was about to fall on Herhunzollon's crown, the knife stopped.

This never-ending blade of the Khan, this blade that has never been blocked by anyone, stopped before the greatest magician of modern times—

"I won, Harandu Khan."

"No, I won, Sensei."

However, Herhunzollern seemed to have forgotten that he was not fighting against history, but against his students.

Haranduhan's figure was shattered, and those spells lost their objects of restraint. However, when Herhunzollon tried his best to block the knife, Noah had already grasped the Sword of Martyr and cut all the golden threads with the simplest and most plain sword. The next moment, the crown broke into two pieces and fell to the ground.

"You lose, teacher."

Chapter 57: Fall

The sword that Khan's shadow slashed out was indeed Noya's trump card, but Noya never thought that she could defeat her teacher with this sword. From the beginning to the end, she believed that the only thing that could defeat her teacher was her own sword, or in other words, the will entrusted to her by her grandfather, the will of Kirilet.

If we say that Noah in the past was just a product of Project Zero, a container imitating humans, but after being recognized by her grandfather, she is no longer a simple container - she is Noah Kyrielight.

She is no longer a vessel, but a real person.

And now, she transcended herself, transcended everything, cut off the Witch King's crown, and watched the crown shattered into two pieces fall to the ground. From this moment on, Noah had won.

"Congratulations." The wand in Herhunzollen's hand shattered, and countless cracks appeared all over his body from the backlash of the spell. He was like fragile porcelain, stripped of the crown of the Golden Rule. Human strength could not control such immense magical power. These powers corroded his body. If it were not for his extraordinary willpower, he would have collapsed long ago. Herhunzollen's weakening would also reduce his control over the Wasteland, and the Wasteland would no longer invade reality. If nothing unexpected happened, the Wasteland would soon sink into the Warp, never to border reality again.

"...Teacher..." Noah's expression was complicated. She opposed the teacher's extremely radical ideas, but after all, he was also her teacher. He was the one who truly taught her many magical skills and theories, and helped her overcome many difficulties. Even if Herhunzollon had planned and calculated against him, this favor could not be discarded casually. She stretched out her hand to support Herhunzollon's body which was declining due to the loss of control of the spell. In just a few seconds, Herhunzollon aged into his previous old appearance.

"Well done, Noah. You are worthy of being my student." The aged Herhunzoren could no longer stand on his own. With Noah's support, he finally returned to his throne. He was exhausted, the fatigue permeating his body and penetrating his bones. His eyelids drooped, and he seemed ready to fall asleep at any moment. This sleep, he feared, would be eternal. This time... Noah couldn't help him. If it was death in the real world, Noah could still preserve his soul, but destruction in the Warp... that was something even Noah couldn't prevent. Even if he could take his soul back into his body, he would no longer be his teacher...

"Teacher, I can't help you." Noya lowered her head. "I can't become the king of Leitania. I can't rule Leitania as you want."

"Ha, it doesn't matter anymore. I've done everything I could for Letania. Losing is losing. You've completely surpassed me and become the most outstanding disciple." Herhunzollon smiled. He wasn't the type to be sorely defeated. Since he had already been defeated in this battle, he would readily admit defeat. Besides, what was there to be ashamed of in losing to one's most outstanding disciple? "And... Fremont, how long are you going to hide?"

"...When did you find out?" Fremont, who had previously kicked Noya into Pavillon in the outside world, now appeared in the palace. The old lich no longer looked angry, but instead seemed much calmer. "When I helped her summon the Nightmare Khan?"

"No, I just guessed you'd be here." Herhunzollon shook his head. "I know you too well. When I was still the Count of Utica, we were only friends. Frémont, in my eyes, I've never considered you a teacher, but an equal...a friend."

"Arrogance! A teacher is nothing if not a teacher." Although Frémont's words were harsh, he did not get angry. "...I am only here to seek my fate. It is almost time for you to return it to me."

"...Life Knot...Fremont, is this the only way you'll come see me?"

"..."

"I've already returned your life knot to you, as you should know. Frémont... my friend, from now on... I may have to leave my disciple in your care." Herhunzollen looked much older than Frémont, his eyes seemingly ready to close at any moment, yet they remained bright. Eyes are the windows to the soul. Herhunzollen might not be a good man, but his soul was dazzling and brilliant. "Frémont... my friend, my teacher, from now on, I'll leave my care in your care."

"I won't accept such a troublesome commission..." Flemont closed his eyes, "I'm about to leave Leitania, and I can't promise anything."

"Haha..." Helhunzollen laughed, "You are still the same as before... exactly the same..."

His breathing slowed down, and soon, like ripples on the water, it gradually calmed down.

This time, only two people witnessed Herhunzollon's death... his most proud disciple and his best friend.

The Lord of Magic once again welcomed eternal peace upon his throne...

-

Boom...

Pavillion was shaking. His master had passed away, and a large number of defensive spells had become ineffective. The next moment, two figures appeared in the tower. These two people were naturally the two queens, Hilsigard and Ivignad. The two queens, one black and one white, finally used their own spells to shatter the defensive spells that had lost most of their effectiveness and invaded the interior of Pavillion. After they arrived at the core of the palace, they saw only two people and the Witch King who was sitting on the throne without a sound.

"...He...is dead?" Hirsigard frowned. Was the battle over? Was it Noa Kyrielight...or was it Fremont who killed the Witch King?

"... Hirsigard, don't let your guard down. This is his palace. The fact that it hasn't collapsed means he hasn't truly left." Ivignad immediately warned Hirsigard beside her. This is Pavillon, the Witch King's palace. Theoretically, the Witch King's death would cause the entire palace to collapse, but it didn't. The palace remained half as eternal as before, indicating that its owner hadn't truly left. "Noa Kyrielet, are you an enemy or a friend?"

"Enemy...friend?" Noya stood up and turned to look at the two. At this moment, Noya felt nothing but sadness and helplessness. She couldn't bring her teacher back; it was his own choice. But before leaving, the teacher had handed control of the wasteland to her. Besides that, everything that belonged to Herhunzollon, those spells, those unfinished things, were all left on this remains. "I have no intention of participating in your struggle for power, Your Majesty."

"...In that case, you shouldn't be here. We will take care of everything, and you should return to reality immediately—Vivianna is waiting for you." Hilsigard Helinmart, the Queen, warned coldly, "Leave the remains. They do not belong to you. They are the evil legacy of the Witch King, and we will reclaim them."

"...Recover?" Noah's eyes narrowed slightly. "He's already dead. What else do you want to do?"

"That is Leitania's property, Noah Kirielight. You have no right to decide how to deal with the remains. It belongs to Leitania." The sword in Helinmart's hand had already ignited black flames. This was already a naked threat. In Helinmart's eyes at this time, Noah had become a threat to Leitania. As long as the other party showed even a hint of hostility, she would not hesitate to kill him on the spot.

"Ms. Noa, the remains of the Witch King rightfully belong to Leithnia. I will respect your efforts and reward you. There need be no conflict between us. Come, if you lay down your weapons and come to our side, I, on behalf of the Twin Queens, will pardon all your crimes. If you hand over the remains of the Witch King and the Golden Rule Crown on your head, we Leithnia can be friends." Liselotte also took the initiative to extend an olive branch. "I promise to be your friend. I will grant you wealth and fame, and Leithnia will be your supporter. How do you do it?"

"Wealth and fame... I don't need such things..." Noah shook his head. "I can give you the crown, but... let's leave the teacher's remains here."

"…What do you mean?"

"I say, the teacher shouldn't be used by you two anymore. He's exhausted and needs to rest." Noya turned and faced the two queens, the martyr's sword gleaming in her hand. "The teacher's sins have long been atoned for, and he has returned to peace. Now, anyone who wants to touch his remains will be an enemy of mine. I've made it very clear."

Noya had never recognized Herhunzoren's ideals, but she held her teacher in the deepest respect and affection. She had followed through on her own will, personally defeating him and decapitating his crown. But now... Noya, always reluctant to antagonize others, had something she must uphold. Herhunzoren had certainly made mistakes, his crimes countless, but he was dead—completely gone.

Then his sins have been atoned for, his punishment has come, and Noah will never allow anyone to touch his teacher's body again!

"It seems... you must become Leitania's enemy?" Hilsigard Helinmart held the sword in his hand, his eyes completely locked on Noa. "I hope you will reconsider the cost of becoming Leitania's enemy."

"Miss Noa—we don't need to be enemies. The Witch King has been slain. Why would you fight us over a body?" Liselotte continued to persuade, but her shield was already glowing white. Both Liselotte and Helinmart were ready for battle. "This isn't a worthwhile move, is it?"

"Value? Right now, I'm just protecting my teacher's remains. What's wrong with that?" Noah couldn't retreat even a step here. "Your Excellencies, the only way to resolve this peacefully is for you two to leave here right now. I want to give my teacher a proper burial."

"That's enough..." Just as Noa and the Twin Queens were on the verge of a fight, Frémont finally spoke up. "That's enough, Liselotte, Helinmart. Do you really think I'm dead?"

"..."

"..."

As Frémont spoke, the twin queens' expressions changed immediately. If it were just Noa Kyrielight, they might still have some confidence, but what if Frémont was involved? Frémont's banishment was an absolute killer move, one neither could resist. If a conflict arose, Frémont's stance would be crucial. And now, for the first time, Frémont showed an attitude beyond neutrality—they had to consider the consequences of becoming enemies of both Frémont and Noa.

"...Mr. Fremont, I can allow the lich to return to Ludwig Academy and rebuild your tower, as long as you stay out of this battle." At this point, Liselotte immediately threw in her chips, "This is Leitania's battle."

"...Lethania? Ha, Leithania! I've been here since before this country was even called Leithania. What right do you have to talk about Leithania in front of me?! Idiot!" Flemont cursed. "I'm laying it on you! Anyone who dares to touch my grandson will go on a day trip to the void!"

Fremont is not without temper. As a lich, he should not participate in any political struggle. He is the gatekeeper of the Temple of Knowledge, sharing knowledge equally with people of any race and any country. But he is also a human being, and no matter how long he lives, his humanity has not been worn away.

He can kill his apprentice for Leitania, or give up everything he has and leave Leitania. All of these are compromises he made for his mission, but there are always some things in life that cannot be compromised, and this is called the bottom line.

Having touched the bottom line, Frémont was not going to compromise.

More than 20 years ago, he compromised and let the Twin Queens kill the Witch King. Now...

"The Sarkaz aren't a good-tempered race. Don't go too far, little ones! Do you really think I don't know what's going on in your minds?" Frémont's fury hadn't been seen in centuries. He was one of the creators of the Twin Queens, and he knew these two little girls all too well. "Get out! I don't want to say it again!"

"..." The two queens looked at each other, and after repeated considerations, they did not think that confronting the lich so close to the warp would be a good thing. This was Fremont's home ground, and Fremont, who had lost his tower, no longer had anything to worry about. After all, people without any concerns were the most terrifying. The most he could do now was to go back to Kazdel and rebuild his country, and he had nothing to do with Leithania anymore.

Now...he might really attack the two of them.

Then, Liselotte reached out her hand and pulled Helinmart.

"Hilhigaard, let's go first."

"Can……"

"That person over there isn't the Witch King, but Mr. Frémont's disciple and Miss Noa's teacher—" Liselotte found a way out for herself. "But I also hope Miss Noa understands how much trouble your decision will bring you."

"...I've already been expelled from Casimir, not even Leitania," Noya replied expressionlessly. "Now—leave this place, Your Majesties."

Chapter 58: Resurrection

The two queens are not stupid. In this situation, they both know how high the cost of being an enemy of Noah is.