Arcanum: Chaos Path

Chapter 477 The Primordial Witch is Backstabbed Again
"I'm not sure." The Primordial Witch shook her head frankly, and the next second her voice rang out along with Tudor's:
"But since death is inevitable, why not make it grander and more magnificent? What a beautiful sight it would be if the whole world could be dragged down with it!"

The atmosphere of the entire mirror world changed at this moment, and the core of the change was the original witch. Obviously, the reason why they talked with Rolin and Medici for so long was not just to chat, but also to do some preparatory work.

At the same time, this extremely malevolent aura appeared in this space, and the long-dormant dark side of the universe silently emerged.

"Would you rather bloom like fireworks than die silently? To be honest, if you weren't dragging the whole world down with you, I would actually admire that kind of outlook on life." Roland said with a smile. He then suddenly snapped his fingers and took a few steps back to shield Medici in front of him.

"I remember someone claiming to be here to protect me?" Medici glanced at him, speaking sarcastically without any politeness, but then took a half step to make sure that Rolin was completely within his protective range.

"There's nothing I can do, I was just unlucky today, I didn't get a Sequence 0. You can't expect a Sequence 2 to deal with this kind of thing, can you?" Roland said matter-of-factly, then glanced at the Sun God he had just summoned with a snap of his fingers, and said:

"Besides, I'm calling for reinforcements! That's how we summoners are; our main bodies are fragile, and our summoned creatures are our main fighting force."

The sun god, referred to as the summoned creature, smiled helplessly but did not refute it. He then looked at the primordial witch not far away, his expression becoming more serious.

"It's you!"

The Primordial Witch undoubtedly knew the Sun God, so upon seeing him, she couldn't help but show a surprised expression. Then, as if realizing something, she exclaimed in sudden understanding:
"So it was you! No wonder! No wonder the storm, the sun, and wisdom suddenly joined forces. That's right, besides you, probably no one else in this world can make them so close again."

Tudor, who rose to power only in the Fourth Age, was clearly much less familiar with the Sun God, but as the Blood Emperor, he was obviously not ignorant of certain historical events and thus guessed something.

“Long time no see, Chik.” The Sun God sighed, gazing at the primordial witch before him with a gaze devoid of joy or sorrow, and said, “I never imagined you would possess such an identity. If I had known, you would have perished long ago.”

The sun god was indeed unaware of the primordial witch's true nature; otherwise, Adam would not have supported Thodol in the Fourth Age, allowing this eccentric couple to almost accomplish the great feat of creating a miniature creator in the Fourth Age.

The sun god has always been very cold towards this crazy and threatening existence.

"How heartless, Sun God." The Primordial Witch seemed unsurprised by the Sun God's words, and laughed as she spoke:
"No wonder Adam so easily chose to sacrifice Medici, because you are a heartless man at heart. God loves the world, ha, but you only love the world, not any one individual."

The sun god neither confirmed nor denied this; He simply raised his hand, and brilliant golden sunlight illuminated the space, dispelling the destructive power that was silently eroding the entire space.

The primordial witch's expression also turned serious, yet tinged with a hint of excitement. Although fighting the sun god meant a significantly increased chance of defeat, it filled her with anticipation.

Deep down, both the Primal Witch and Tudor are somewhat warlike and crave conquest; this is an instinct brought about by their respective paths.

"Uh..." Just then, the Primordial Witch suddenly realized something, and a solid ice condensed to block the sharp blade that was stabbing towards her lower back. However, although the blade was blocked, the attack was not completely blocked, and a filthy power still invaded the Primordial Witch.

"Fabuti!"

The Primordial Witch exclaimed in disbelief, then repelled the demon lord, asking in shock, "Why?" Then, as if realizing something, she smiled mockingly and said, "Did you really think these saviors would accept someone as sinful as you?"

“It doesn’t matter!” Fabuti finally spoke. The demon lord, who had been silent since his appearance, looked at the primordial witch with a deep gaze and said, “Whether you accept me or not, I’m prepared to die, but not to be buried with you two crazy lovers.”

Fabti was telling the truth. Although Rolin had contacted him, he didn't completely believe in the existence of this obviously dangerous individual, nor was he sure that the other party could save him.

But the Demon Lord still agreed to betray the Primordial Witch. There was no particular reason, mainly because even if He Fabuti died, he would only die in the war against the Outer Gods. He had already made some kind of preparation, so how could he be dragged down with the Primordial Witch and Tudor, this crazy couple?

“You two, although I don’t understand love very well either, I still have to say, you should see a psychologist. You’re both sick, and seriously so,” Fabuti said to the Primordial Witch and Tudor.

……

While chaos reigned in the mirror world, in the real world, Amon, the King of Angels, had easily suppressed all the demigods.

Although there are even angel-level beings among them, to Amon, as long as they are not Sequence 1, they are just crunchy little cookies—of course, Amon will not eat them.

As for where the Sequence 1s from countries like Intis and Fussac went—one can only say that we should not underestimate the keenness of Sequence 1s and their ability to survive.

It's not uncommon for such beings to have two plans: on the one hand, they tacitly allow others to join forces with the Primordial Witch, and on the other hand, they prepare for failure, surrender, or escape.

Amon didn't care about this, after all, He knew very well that whether these Sequence 1s truly surrendered or were just pretending, someone would teach them a lesson.

If these people can honestly be good people for the rest of their lives, they will naturally survive. But if they have any doubts and want to take action, then I'm sorry, the Republic is in need of some high-sequence characteristics!

Do you know why Rowling never cares about those who are willing to repent, whether they are sincere or not? It's because he will never give them a second chance, and sometimes he will even deliberately set them up for arrest.

While someone who can pretend to be a good person their whole life is different from a truly good person in Luo Lin's eyes, he can still accept it.

Thinking of this, Amon shook his head, glanced at the invincible rebel army, estimated the time it would take for them to capture the capital of Intis, and fell silent.

Today, the decisive battles broke out in more than one place. Apart from the capital of Intis, the battles in other countries were basically similar. Of course, there weren't so many demigods around, nor was there a primordial witch lying in ambush.

This means that after today, this war of change will be nearing its end, with only some wrap-up work remaining.

(End of this chapter)