You were made to farm, and now you're the emperor of an empire?

Chapter 214 Witch
"Step aside!"

Valya approached the five paladins.

"A paladin never backs down!"

Aurus and Quintus stared intently at the rotten wooden shield and the amber-like, crystalline greatsword.

The two of them drew their golden greatswords with a whoosh.

Their full-body armor and swords were made of refined gold, mixed with various rare metals, and weighed over three or four hundred pounds.

"Our duty is to protect the temple!"

The incumbent paladin was the last to draw his sword.

The five knights gripped their golden greatswords tightly with both hands, spread out their positions, and assumed fighting stances.

They are of different sizes, and they pose in different ways.

Oulus was a stocky man.

Quintus is like a sharp knife.

Marcus is as lean as iron.

Danny has a well-proportioned figure.

Mande was young and handsome.

Valya held a shield in one hand and a sword in the other.

The battle broke out in an instant.

Aurus and Quintus attacked first, their two golden greatswords slashing down in a crisscross pattern, but Valya blocked them with her shield.

Marcus nimbly circled around behind Valya.

Valia suddenly swung her sword backhand, unleashing a dazzling, rainbow-like sword light.

Marcus was forced to switch from offense to defense, and was sent flying dozens of meters away, crashing into a large, sturdy tree and breaking it in half.

Danny and Mande attacked simultaneously, one slashing at Valya's neck and the other cleaving her legs.

Their movements were swift and steady; they could cut down a section of a five-meter-thick city wall.

Sonorous! !
The golden greatsword struck the platinum armor with a sharp, ear-piercing sound that was inaudible to ordinary people. The impact on the brain at close range would cause thick blood to flow from the ears.

Valya stood firmly, but when the enormous force struck her, she inevitably staggered slightly.

The four paladins simultaneously withdrew, changed positions, and continued their fierce attack.

Marcus charged back in, though he hadn't suffered any serious injuries.

He was dressed in heavy golden armor and moved with incredible speed.

The paladins were confident that even if a fully grown dragon came at this moment, they could tear it to pieces in an instant as soon as it landed, and they would never have to make a second move.

Because there is absolutely nothing in this world that can withstand the combined attack of five holy knights!
Valya slammed her shield into the ground!

Boom!

Like an ice lake breaking apart!
The entire holy city trembled for a moment.

The circular shockwave spread for dozens of meters like a storm, tearing off all the stone slabs and shattering the solid rock beneath.

The five paladins launched a full-scale attack, and all of them were the first to bear the brunt of the attack.

They were instantly thrown hundreds of meters away by the terrifying shockwave.

Danny and Mande landed in the lower pool and courtyard respectively, while Aurus, Marcus, and Quintus flew in other directions and tumbled down the stone steps.

With no one blocking her way, Valya rushed into the temple, panting.

At this moment, the Templar Knights and Holy City Guards in the rear also regrouped and surged forward.

Half of the witches were tasked with intercepting them, and a fierce battle ensued between them.

Valya knew that this was not the time to help her comrades; there was only one thing she truly needed to do.

She strode through the passage and came to a large door made of a mixture of orogen and mithril.

It has extremely strong resistance to magic and its defensive capabilities are also terrifying.

As Valya charged forward, she wielded the Sword of Glory, unleashing a dazzling, rainbow-like sword light that crashed down like a waterfall.

The heavy mithril door was immediately blasted away.

The interior of the temple was frighteningly large, spacious, sacred, and serenely distant.

Directly in front is the Holy Throne, where statues of the saints are enshrined.

A group of terrifying assassins lurked on both sides, unleashing a horrific holy light sword technique on Valya the moment she rushed in.

The platinum armor was impervious to blades and spears, but it had gaps, so small as to be imperceptible. The assassin stabbed at those fatal gaps, his rapier remaining perfectly steady.

Valya instinctively sensed danger and immediately dodged, causing her armor to clang.

She took two steps back, swung her divine sword, and blood splattered everywhere, killing another large group of people.

But there were too many assassins, their bodies wrapped in black cloth, like numerous shadows, and they moved with incredible speed, able to dodge Valya's sword flashes.

The high-ranking witches rushed over and cast spells to deal with the eerie assassins who knew no fear.

An unknown number of black-clad assassins had retreated, leaving behind hundreds of corpses and a river of blood.

But they have already achieved their goal.

Next to appear were a full three hundred and thirty nuns!

The nun's attire was simple: a thin veil, a black robe, a white belt, and crystal rosary, giving her a very plain appearance.

Some of the nuns had sweat on their foreheads and were panting heavily, clearly indicating that they had gathered hastily and rushed over.

Then, a nun quickly adjusted her breathing, her expression tense, and a sense of solemnity immediately arose.

"It's the chorus! Don't let them speak!!" many witches shouted.

But it was too late; they heard a chant that sounded like a sacred hymn!

The song contained pure faith, a yearning for redemption, sublime holiness, and simple nature...

Their voices converged, as resonant as celestial music, forming a powerful and vast force, a sacred power that permeated the entire arena.

Valya was the first to be affected.

She raised the Shield of Immortality and immediately felt a terrifying suppressive force, like a torrent pressing down on her.

She went against the tide of that pressure, like standing beneath a waterfall, almost crushed in an instant.

"Ah!" Valya roared, swinging the Sword of Glory with all her might.

The invincible artifact was actually suppressed.

A dazzling, rainbow-like sword light condensed, but it collapsed on its own before it could even touch the enemy.

Valya felt the pressure; the sword and shield were not useless, but their power had been neutralized.

She realized that the powerful chant contained a special power, similar to that of a sword and shield.

During that contact, the artifact lost its power.

Valya is in a difficult predicament and can no longer move forward.

A strong hand grabbed her arm.

“I’ll do it,” said the Thunder Witch.

She stepped forward, her body crackling with dazzling electric light.

The nuns in the choir closed their eyes in prayer, their minds free of distractions, and sang devoutly.

The clash between divine magic and sorcery.

The Thunder Witch's body crackled with electricity.

She walked step by step, to confront the power of the chorus.

Her sisters provided support from behind, casting spells to help relieve her stress.

"Come! Nuns! Show me what you call the will of the gods! Will they obliterate me first, or will I turn you into charred corpses first?"

The Thunder Witch's furious voice echoed throughout the temple.

Lightning exploded from her throat!

Her eyes flashed with lightning!

She floated into the air, her feet off the ground.

Numerous bolts of lightning continuously struck down beside her.

The will of mortals resisted the authority of the gods, and the power of the chorus seemed to wane at this moment.

They used the power of the gods to suppress the two artifacts, but this had no effect on the witch, because the gods never cared about the insignificant human world.

All the nuns were terrified. Their devout faith kept them from wavering, but their fear of the witch made it difficult for them to concentrate.

Bang!
puff!
Suddenly, under everyone's watchful eyes, the Thunder Witch, whose power was at its peak, swayed and then landed heavily on the ground. Countless bolts of lightning around her went out of control and dissipated from the void like a collapsing sandcastle.

"My power...my magic..."

The Thunder Witch's eyes reflected the lightning bolts from her fingertips, crackling and popping uncontrollably.

The other witches also stopped casting spells at this moment.

They felt intensely uncomfortable.

The same is true for Valya.

She felt a sharp pain in her brain, her vision blurred, and she had difficulty standing.

She sensed a terrifying field beginning to operate, enveloping all the witches and interfering with their spellcasting abilities.

For a spellcaster, magic is their only reliance.

Now, most witches have been stripped of their spellcasting abilities.

"Pathetic Bloodstained Ones, you rushed here without hesitation, unaware that this is your final resting place... For human civilization has long been lost, and the methods once used against you still hold true... Begin to fear, and together with the witches of the past, feel this deepest despair..."

The Pope sat on the Holy Throne, his entire body enveloped in divine radiance, a truly magnificent sight.

He is close to God, the protector of the gods, and the shepherd of the earth.

He has countless followers who are like lambs.

The chorus suddenly rose in pitch at this moment, a hymn of praise, eulogy, and ode.

They praised the Pope and those who were closest to God.

The witches came for him.

He was sitting in front of the witches when suddenly the statues of the gods appeared, as if they had always been there, or as if they were omnipresent, radiating holy light that shone upon all living beings.

Is that the Pope speaking?
I don't know, nobody knows.

The witches were delirious and could not discern the truth.

The light of the gods illuminated everything, yet it veered away from them. They fell into darkness, resembling elusive, ghostly demons of the moon. Ignored by the gods, they undoubtedly stirred painful memories for the witches, who had once lived in seclusion, faced rejection, and drifted on the fringes of society.

They considered themselves human, but no one ever treated them as human.

Some of the less mentally resilient witches broke down at this moment, weeping bitterly.

Shasta gripped the short sword, struggling and swaying as she walked towards the Pope, only to be stopped by one of her sisters. "Shasta, we're finished. This is a cage, a trap. I can feel the power of the person sitting there, and the power behind that throne. I see the shadow in the holy light; someone is standing behind that throne, watching us. My grandfather told me we can't kill him. It all ends here," said the Frost Witch.

“This is not the end, it’s the beginning!” Shasta said.

“Living is the beginning!” the tall witch replied. “If we all die here and still cannot achieve our goal, then our sacrifice is meaningless. Let’s leave. We have failed. Let’s survive and preserve our strength.”

Shasta cried out miserably, "My magic... went out of control... Valya, go, we'll cover you, you still have your people... But we, we have nothing left... We gave it our all, and this is all we got..."

“You still have me… I’ll lead you out of here,” the Frost Witch said.

"Before becoming a witch, I was a Frostborn, I was a Frostborn warrior..."

Valya gazed at the person on the Holy Throne. Her physique was extraordinary; she had broken free from the influence of the unknown power and adapted extremely quickly.

She could clearly perceive everything; it was as if her grandfather was whispering in her ear from afar.

Behind that glamorous and dazzling throne lies the deepest darkness, and in that darkness stands a figure, watching them with malice.

The greatest enemy is not the Papacy and the Pope, but the terrifying shadow lurking deep within the Papacy.

"Shasta, if I die, take my bones back to the North," Valya said without turning her head.

Then, before Shasta could react, her body suddenly trembled, and she threw her head back and let out an inhuman roar, like a wild beast.

The movements and shouts appeared crazy and savage.

Her body was expanding. The platinum armor was extremely flexible, thanks to the mithril inside, which made it both soft and tough, able to withstand terrifying pulling forces.

Now, that suit of armor is also expanding, two and a half meters, three meters, three and a half meters... until it reaches a height of four meters!
Her armor was taut, but the helmet was not enough to conceal her face. Her canine teeth stretched out in a jagged pattern, her icy blue eyes turned blood red, and hair grew out of her skin, making her look like a mad giant.

She never attacked the Holy See, simply because her grandfather told her, and her bloodline told her, that it was a pointless act.

The frost giant's bloodline was fully activated, and her power spread outwards, causing the ground to freeze into ice out of thin air, spreading far and wide, and the temperature to drop by tens of degrees.

The invisible field was also affected by the power of frost, and the witches' situation improved dramatically.

"Go!" the young frost giant roared.

But not all witches are willing to do this.

So the witches split into two groups: one group went to attack the Holy See, while the other group retreated with Valya.

The Thunder Witch drank a bottle of potion.

Her feet floated back into the air, and although the spell was out of control, it unleashed lightning power several times stronger than before!

It wasn't that she levitated on her own initiative, but rather that powerful magical force propelled her into the air.

Her eyes radiated a purple light.

Now every inch of his skin seemed to crack open, bursting forth with lightning, countless arcs of electricity crackling and popping!

"Fear? Despair? I've never cared about that as I stand here. I'm only here to ask questions. Why are we treated so unfairly? Just because we're witches?! Just because we can cast spells! So we deserve to be burned alive?!"

The spells, exceeding their limits, began to destroy her body, but the Thunder Witch was completely unaware.

She angrily questioned, "It's been too long! We've been hurt for far too long, and witches will never be slaughtered! If anyone dares to harm us! Anyone who dares to harm our people, no matter who it is, I will not forgive them. I will make rivers of blood flow! I will use the blood of the perpetrators to warn the perpetrators! I will use the blood of the victims to inspire the victims! If no one dares to do it, then I will take the first step! I will tell this land! Witches are not objects to be harmed! It all starts here!!"

……

boom!
The frost giant led the witches out of the temple.

The area in front of the temple was stained with blood—the blood of witches, the blood of Templar Knights, and, most importantly, the blood of the Holy City's guards.

They wanted to go in to protect the Holy Throne, but the witches blocked their way.
The five paladins were about to break through the witch's defenses when they saw the frost giant rushing out from the depths of the temple. After a brief moment of surprise, they quickly launched an attack on the frost giant.

The frost giant wielded the Sword of Glory, its amber-like blade now solidified with layers of solid white ice, transforming into a three-meter-long greatsword of solid ice.

It unleashed a white sword light, like an inverted glacier, instantly freezing the two paladins and solidifying them inside the ice.

The other three paladins leaped forward, but the Shield of Immortality transformed into a massive ice wall, smashing them aside.

In that instant, the paladins felt an irresistible, immense force that sent them flying more than twenty meters away, their bodies slamming into the ground like skipping stones, creating shallow craters.

"We've failed! Let's go!"

The frost giant took the lead, striding ten meters in a single step, unleashing the power within him. No one could stop him as he jumped down one level after another.

Mona and the twin witches, who were in charge of intercepting the guards, sighed.

They came with a vow: to succeed or die trying.

But in retrospect, dying for one's cause is not the best option.

They had no choice but to follow the frost giants as they broke through.

More and more troops arrived to guard the area.

With a single swing of its sword, the frost giant froze the entire passage and steps into ice.

Dozens of Templar Knights and hundreds of Holy City Guards were frozen in the frost, their charging movements lifelike.

Behind them, five paladins charged forward again, swords drawn, while the frost giants, focused on the front, were unable to attend to those behind them.

The twin witches, who were covering the rear, exchanged a glance and simultaneously drank a bottle of magic potion.

Then, dozens of gems burst forth from the two women's wide witch robes—among them amber, agate, diamonds, various crystals, and other precious stones…

They circled around the twin witches, forming a ring, and then the gems shone brightly, reflecting each other in different colors.

"Magic erupts!!" The twin witches clasped their hands together and exclaimed in unison.

All the gems and crystals shattered, and a blinding beam of light formed in front of the two of them before blasting out.

The five paladins who were chasing them only had time to make a defensive move.

Then, as if hit by a cannon, it slammed into the ground, shattering the floorboards.

When the power emanating from the gem dissipated, all five paladins collapsed into a crater more than two meters deep, its power no less than that of a falling meteorite.

Two seconds later, they jumped up from the crater at the same time, their golden armor damaged.

Standing on the top floor of the holy city wall, I looked at the frost giants getting farther and farther away, and the witches who broke through with the frost giants.

They knew that in their current state, even if they caught up with the other side, it would be of no use.

They turned and rushed into the temple.

Just then, a violet-eyed witch with a rugged face walked out of the temple.

The Paladin and the Thunder Witch meet.

They glanced at her, then simultaneously walked past her and entered the temple hall.

"Holy Lord, they have escaped," reported the Holy Knight, Meg.

"Fate has been decided. The witches have made their final choice; they will have no more chances..."

The Holy See finally spoke its first words, its voice filled with forgiveness and mercy.

After confirming that the Holy See was safe, the paladins left one after another.

Meanwhile, the Thunder Witch emerged from the temple, much to the astonishment of the Templar Knights. How could a witch have survived the entry of five Paladins?
They immediately launched an attack.

Click!

Thunderbolts pulled from dry land!

The twelve Templar Knights were simultaneously reduced to charred remains; even their gleaming silver armor, infused with mithril, could not withstand the penetrating power of the spell.

The Thunder Witch's body transformed into a bolt of lightning that cleaved the sky.

She crossed layers of city walls and flew over the holy city.

The frost giants had long ago used their divine swords to cleave open the tightly closed gates of the holy city, and then condensed the Shield of Immortality into ice, transforming it into a giant ice raft.

On this deep, cold autumn night.

It carried the remaining surviving witches as they drifted on the narrow sea between the castle and the holy city.

A giant eagle circled in the sky, emitting a mournful cry.

Lightning struck!

The Thunder Witch appeared, and in an instant, all the witches on the ice raft felt a tingling sensation.

But they quickly neutralized it with their magic.

“Teacher!” Shasta gazed sadly at her instructor, seeing her already broken.

"Don't be afraid, this is a one-way street, there's no turning back, there's a cliff behind us..." the Thunder Witch whispered.

Bang!

The frost giant could no longer hold on and collapsed onto the ice raft, reverting to its original form. The platinum armor also gradually returned to normal, with large amounts of blood flowing from the gaps, quickly staining the entire ice raft red.

The able-bodied witches removed her armor and mournfully healed her broken body.

"Save her at all costs... From now on, this new sister will lead you."

"What about you?"

“My blood has been drained… Shasta, I have glimpsed the deepest shadows of the Papacy. Hmph, they are nothing but this… I was young then, spending my time in the palace, and never accompanied His Majesty the Conqueror on his expeditions. Now, to fight them is a fitting end.”

"teacher!"

"Don't touch me! You'll get hurt! Shasta, the witches' power alone cannot salvage the situation. The witches need a powerful ruler to rely on. Only then can we avoid such heavy losses... But you must see their true nature. Most nobles only covet our power, sending us to our deaths, making pointless sacrifices. You must not be used. You must keep a close eye on them..."

The distant seashore had turned white at some point.

A ray of light rose, and golden, warm sunlight leaped from the sea.

It gave the Thunder Witch a golden edge.

She gazed at the ever-growing sunrise, with the Citadel and the Holy City falling behind her. She suddenly recalled the ancient King of Sinnoh, who had led humans and other races in battle on another land, and the conqueror's expedition to the Dark Sea. But by now, her impression of the conqueror had become blurred; she only remembered receiving his praise in the court when she was young.

At the boundary between life and death, all one can see is the sea breeze blowing, the sun shining brightly, and the water rippling.

That was a view she had never seen before.

Her life was too anxious and rushed; she was always on the run, never finding peace of mind.

Suddenly, I exclaimed, "The sun, the ocean, the sky... so beautiful..."

After she finished speaking, she closed her eyes.

There were fewer than a hundred witches. The giant eagle circled in the sky again and again, like homeless children, and they all watched with sorrow and weariness.

The figure suddenly disintegrated, turning into countless fragments that drifted and fell into the air, leaving behind only a whisper.

"Such a beautiful sky and sea, yet the road ahead is nowhere to be seen... the road of humanity, the road of witches... where is it?"

The bitter sound dissipated in the equally bitter sea breeze, leaving behind confusion and bewilderment.

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Synopsis: I've been transported to Tokyo, but on my first day there, because I'm too handsome, I'm kidnapped by a cult intending to sacrifice myself to a female evil god.

Luckily, my buddy had the cheat code that's standard for time travelers.

"Let me see what this cheat code is."

Ability: Can see and communicate with unseen creatures.
.……

At this moment, the reality of the world unfolds before me—

The untouchable world of the living, the heavenly gods of the heavens, the blue lantern that tells a hundred stories, the elusive Nurarihyon that hides everything, the four angels who reveal the secrets of the world, and the great mysterious god who dwells high above all.

He broke out in a cold sweat when these terrifying and eerie beings turned their gaze toward him because of his stare.

Damn it, this cheat ability is worse than nothing. At worst, I'll just become a male concubine of an evil god!

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(End of this chapter)