Huh? Are they all real?...

His body had begun to fade completely, a sign of death.

After the initial shock, he was no longer afraid of death.

All he wanted to know was why the Redemption Witch had attacked them!

What turned the man from anger back into utter terror was the discovery that the fading only extended to his neck.

His head was preserved, but his power and authority vanished along with his body.

Does this woman want me to live with only my head left?!

Damn it, I knew it! Anything that comes out of the abyss is always a demon!

"Why on earth?!"

Looking at the saint, who was now just a head.

The witch, still floating in the air, said with a hint of melancholy:

"He didn't leave behind many belongings; mine is one of them."

Chapter 239 Daughter of the Abyss (3k6)

Saint Constantine left the world very few relics: the true name of a demon is one, a world without demons is another, and the witch he personally redeemed from the abyss is yet another.

The person floating before this Roman demigod was the last relic left to the world by Saint Constantine.

She is called a witch, but she is also known as the Redemption Witch.

The Roman demigod understood what the other party meant—if he were a saint, then he would definitely come here.

Therefore, the Redemption Witch, who lives in place of the saints, will naturally come here to carry out the saints' will.

A moment later, the demigod from Rome sneered:

"You've only just arrived after all these years, isn't it too late? What were you doing all this time? You were nothing but a hypocrite who tried to intervene after learning that His Majesty the Emperor had angered the elves."

He had said long ago not to buy those elves from the Osai Peninsula.

That was clearly a pure-blooded elf who had inexplicably lost his immortality and power.

If things continue like this, something bad is bound to happen sooner or later.

But nobody listened.

Now things have gotten complicated. The emperor has directly angered the goddess, to the point that even the hypocrites who previously ignored all of this are now trying to show off their supposed kindness.

The witch paid no heed to the provocation of the Roman demigod.

She simply walked quietly past the other person and headed towards the countless factories behind the fortress.

The demigod was utterly terrified by the other party's disregard.

The opponent's power is too strange, and most of the time it cannot be dispelled.

Therefore, his provocations were basically aimed at seeking death.

He didn't want to live his whole life as a hopeless mind!

"Where are you going? You bitch! You whore! Get back here, get back here right now!"

"Do you think you can fulfill the will of the saints by doing this? You and he are nothing but a bunch of hypocrites!"

“You knew what we were doing all along, but you stood by and watched everything continue to happen. Just like that so-called saint, who knew how to fight the demons, but kept it hidden and refused to let mortals know how to defend themselves.”

"You all just want something to demonstrate your kindness and justice!"

The witch still didn't stop.

This made the demigod even more desperate and frantically curse.

But the witch ignored him.

But soon, the witch who was advancing finally stopped.

Because her eyes were filled with the corpses of pregnant women.

Fresh items were haphazardly piled on the outermost and highest levels, while further inside lay rotting corpses from who-knows-how-long ago.

The witch could tell that their deaths were all the same—sacrifice; they were all offerings for sealed artifacts 1-177.

It wasn't to fight against the attacking witch; even the last three demigods in the Sequence III were defeated before they could even fire an arrow.

Their deaths were solely for the amusement of the officers and soldiers.

They all thoroughly enjoyed the immense power of sealing 1-177, which came at almost no cost.

What made the witch feel most suffocated was not the unrestrained evil, but the fact that these poor people showed almost no emotional fluctuations.

The sacrifice of sealed artifacts 1-177 was not instantaneous, but rather a slow process of extracting life force.

The process was painful and filled with despair.

But they felt nothing about it.

She is the daughter of the abyss, and her perception of emotions is more acute than that of the gods and kings.

Because the abyss and demons are beings that crave all negative emotions.

There was no fear, no resentment, only indifference.

However, the lingering aura of their souls indicates that they are genuine human beings, not flesh-and-blood dolls that once appeared, attempting to replace humans as sacrificial offerings.

This shows that before they were chosen as sacrifices, they had already been tortured to the point of losing all hope.

The gods will not respond to them, and the kings will not deliver them.

However, the witch sensed a glimmer of hope for life, as well as a deeper sense of despair.

Following this feeling, she carefully separated the layers of piled-up corpses.

Then, even the daughter of the abyss was speechless with shock at the horrifying scene before her.

A mother, whose lower body was completely buried, used all her strength to tear open her abdomen before she died, allowing a child who was about to be born to escape from her womb with the umbilical cord.

She may have hoped that the Roman soldiers would see this and take her child away, so that even if she became a slave, she would have a chance to survive.

However, no miracle occurred; the child rolled out and was immediately covered and buried by new bodies.

The witch could clearly see that the poor child's mouth was still open; he had suffocated to death, and he must have let out a deafening cry before he died.

Therefore, the Romans who disposed of these bodies must have known that there was a child underneath.

But they ignored it; a place overflowing with products clearly wasn't worth stopping what they were doing.

The sacrifice of a mother and the life of a child have become nothing but a joke in their eyes.

The demigod's insults continued in the distance.

But this time, the witch paid him any attention.

First, he discovered that he could no longer feel his tongue.

Then the mouth disappeared.

He could only roll around in the ruins, his eyes blazing with anger.

One wrong move and you could find yourself facing the ground forever, unable to see anything.

The anger began to fade, and fear filled everything.

He may remain trapped here forever, slowly experiencing his own death and decay; perhaps that's the best-case scenario.

He knew how terrifying the power of the Abyss was, and he also knew that this Daughter of the Abyss was the ultimate embodiment of the Abyss.

He may always be like this!

He would feel the cold of ice and snow, the scorching heat of the sun, and even the suffocation of being buried by sandstorms.

There is also likely to be the stench of rotting flesh and excruciating pain.

But he won't die.

I'm stuck here forever, watching the same unchanging scenery.

The soul is forever bound here, unable to go to its resting place.

If that's the case, then it's truly a form of torture called immortality.

Flames began to ignite, which would burn away the mountains of corpses and seas of blood before them.

The witch bowed her head slightly and offered a prayer, praying that they could find rebirth and peace in the place of their original promise of rest.

A moment later, the witch continued forward.

The most important factory still needs her attention.

Here, a large number of women, children, and infants were forced by soldiers to gather in the center of the open space.

They were covered in expensive dragon oil, which, once ignited, could not be extinguished.

The surviving Roman soldiers gathered here.

Each of them carried a torch, keeping a close watch on their surroundings without daring to relax for a moment.

This is their only way to survive.

They saw the witch emerge from the ruins.

The leading officer raised his torch high and said:

"Stop! Or I'll make sure they all die right in front of you!"

The witch ignored her and didn't want to waste any more words.

Seeing this, the soldiers roared and threw torches at the slaves.

How could the tricks of mortals possibly work on truly high sequences?

The torch faded and disappeared.

Next came the soldiers, then the officers.

They watched in horror as their arms faded in color with the torchlight, followed by themselves.

The Roman soldiers behind them threw down their torches in despair and fled in panic, but they could not outrun the fading light.

They can only disappear in despair.

The precious dragon oil that had been poured over the slaves' bodies vanished along with the soldiers' screams.

At the same time, the witch stopped and said in her uniquely gentle voice:

“You are safe now. Please follow my directions to the seaside. My companions will be responsible for leading you away from this abyss.”

As the witch pointed westward toward the sea, the high walls and fire that had blocked their way vanished.

They all saw the lights shining on the beach.

Even though freedom was right in front of them, they still dared not act, because it was a miracle they had never dared to hope for.

The despair they experienced and suffered has continued from the Second Age to the present day.

To this, the witch could only lower her head and say:

"Please trust me and my companions!"

Finally, a woman carrying a child took her first step towards the beach.

Although it wasn't her child, she still wanted to let this poor child see hope.

Then came the second, the third, and countless more.

After watching them all leave the abyss on the ground, the witch entered the most terrifying place in the city—the countless workshops known as the slave factories.

Once the door is opened, countless beds are neatly arranged here.

On each bed lay a pregnant woman whose limbs were welded directly to the bed.

Every bed here is equipped with expensive equipment such as IV bags, excretion devices, food tubes, and life-sustaining runes.

But their existence is not to save a terminally ill patient, but to allow their demonic acts to continue indefinitely.

The witch quickly walked up to the pregnant woman who was closest to her.

The steel bed vanished instantly, and the witch hurriedly caught the falling pregnant woman.