Arcanum: Chaos Path

Chapter 475 The Witch's Love
“I asked him, and Urolius said it didn’t matter.” Rolin had actually asked Urolius that question, so he spoke with great confidence.

As for whether fabricating Medici's false past when there is a prototype will affect the effect of the ritual, it won't. The requirements of the ritual are not that high, and as long as most of the past is fictional, there will be no problem.

“He…you!” Medici was clearly speechless, and for a moment he didn’t even know what to say. After a few seconds, he took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and then said, “Were the ritual requirements met?”

There are some things that others may not know, but Medici is quite clear about them; after all, he is one of the people who has the best relationship with Rowling.

“Almost done!” Roland nodded and smiled. “Actually, I’ve almost finished digesting my Sequence 3 potion during this time. As long as you advance to Red Priest, I can also advance to Fictionalist. At that time, I can resurrect your father.”

“Not bad!” Medici smiled, clearly also looking forward to it.

In any case, the sun god was a very important figure to him, and he naturally looked forward to the sun god's resurrection.

"So when are you going to advance to Sequence 0?" Roland asked with a smile.

“It depends on when the Primordial Witch makes her move…” Medici said, glancing at Rolin. “You should know more about this than I do. Don’t tell me you haven’t done anything all this time except make up little stories about me.”

“I knew I couldn’t hide it from you.” Roland smiled, but he didn’t try to hide anything. His expression was somewhat meaningful as he said, “The Primordial Witch did contact Fabuti and proposed a joint operation. Fabuti initially wanted to refuse, but she changed her mind in the end.”

“Because you contacted Him,” Medici said with great certainty.

While others might struggle to contact Fabti, Rolin had countless ways to reach this demon lord.

“I just feel that there is still hope for Him.” Roland did not deny it and said with a smile, “So I decided to give Him a chance to save Him. If He can help us kill the Primal Witch, I will try to save Him.”

"It seems that the Demon Lord isn't entirely a bad person in your eyes." Medici glanced at Roland, and knowing Roland's values ​​very well, he smirked and asked, "So, which day was it?"

"Soon, within seven days!" Roland said with a smile. "If nothing unexpected happens, you will reach the capital of Intis in seven days. That will be the day they make their move."

"Hmph, as expected." Medici chuckled, but a raging fire seemed to burn in his ruby-like eyes.

He naturally also longed to kill the Primal Witch, both because of their long-standing feud and because of the desire inherent in the path itself.

Similar sequences, if not in love, will inevitably kill each other.

……

The war proceeded more smoothly in the following period, and the counterattack from Intis' side seemed to have weakened.

In fact, it wasn't just Intis's side; the resistance forces in various countries seemed to have weakened, even though the uprisings in different places were advancing much more smoothly for a time.

But both Rolin and Medici knew very well that this was just a facade. In essence, these people had already cooperated with the Primal Witch and planned to concentrate their forces to give Medici a severe beating.

They may not be unaware that killing Medici might not necessarily change the status quo, but these people, who would rather die than give up power, still wanted to drag Medici down to hell even though they knew it was futile.

This was their last act of resistance, their last struggle. Rowling and Medici were fully aware of this and readily accepted it. For them, eliminating these stubborn rebels in one fell swoop was far better than a strategic retreat that would only lead to them occasionally resurfacing and causing trouble.

After all, even before the rules were established, it was impossible for Rolin to monitor the entire world. If the other party was really determined to hide, he really couldn't find them all.

Time passed in this manner, and soon it was the seventh day.

On this day, under Medici's leadership, the rebel army finally reached the capital of Intis.

On that same day, as the rebel army besieged the city, many people who had disappeared on the battlefield suddenly appeared in the Intis camp.

"Things have come to this point, so stop holding back and use whatever tricks you have up your sleeve. Otherwise, you might not have another chance after today." Medici looked down at the demigods opposite him, his tone as sarcastic as ever. He then raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose with a hint of disgust, and said:

"To be honest, your stench is overwhelming, witch."

"So many years have passed, and your words are still so unpleasant. No wonder you were the first hunter to die back then."

A female voice rang out at this moment, and as the space changed, Medici felt a pulling sensation. He raised an eyebrow, did not resist, and was pulled into the mirror world while stroking the cat.

As Medici disappeared, Amon appeared simultaneously. He looked at the demigods not far away and said with a smile, "Gentlemen, Medici has his own things to do. Why don't I play with you for a while?"

……

Upon entering the mirror world, Medici was immediately struck by a graceful figure. The primordial witch, whose beauty was unparalleled in every way, smiled at him, seemingly sighing, "Yet you, despite all this, are so lucky, so lucky that I..."

The Primordial Witch paused here, not continuing, but another voice rang out behind Medici:
“I’m so jealous, so jealous that I want to kill you right now. Why is it you who was resurrected? Why did you accommodate the Red Priest’s uniqueness? Do you even deserve to accommodate His things?”

Medici raised an eyebrow, not at all surprised. He knew, of course, who the other voice was—the primordial witch in the mirror.

Medici merely curled the corners of his lips into a smug and arrogant smile, saying, "Then keep being jealous. No matter how jealous you are, this luck will never belong to your beloved..."

Medici seemed to hesitate for a moment before uttering the name: "Tudor."

"Hahaha!" He suddenly burst into laughter, laughing so hard he could barely breathe. After he finished laughing, Medici said:

"You love Him? How ridiculous! You love Him, yet you killed Him with your own hands. You love Him, yet you destroyed all other ways of His resurrection, leaving Him only able to be reborn in your hands. This is truly laughable! You call this love?!"

The Primal Witch's expression turned cold. She stared at Medici, then suddenly smiled and said, "How could you understand? How could someone like you, who has no love, understand that to love someone is to devour their bones and blood, imprison their body, make them inseparable from you for life, and make them coexist with you for eternity?"

"This is love, this is love."

(End of this chapter)