Arcanum: Chaos Path

Chapter 478 The Fall of the Primal Witch
"So fast!" Amon smiled slightly. If it were a few months ago, he would never have believed that the world would undergo such a big change, nor would he have believed that he would even become one of the members driving this change.

This was something completely unbelievable for Amon.

But all of this just happened, like a miracle.

Or rather, this is a miracle, a miracle brought about by a monster.

"Are you secretly talking about me in your heart?"

A familiar voice rang in his ears. Amon turned his head and, sure enough, saw a familiar figure. He calmly raised his hand to push up his monocle and smiled, saying, "Just thinking about some facts."

Amon smiled and retorted, "Aren't you a monster who brings miracles?"

"You're getting bolder and bolder. I've definitely been hitting less lately." Luo Lin said this, but he wasn't angry at all, or rather, he rarely got angry because of how others addressed him.

Rowling didn't even pay much attention to Amon, because he was more focused on the battle situation on the ground.

As Rowling was confirming the rebels' progress, spatial fluctuations occurred again, this time involving Medici.

Compared to before, Medici now exuded a greater sense of exhilaration, which made his smile even more unrestrained. With a glance across the battlefield, Medici understood the current situation. He almost seamlessly took over command from his adjutant and personally brought the war to a close.

While Medici commanded the rebels, Amon and Rolin squatted to the side watching the drama unfold. Their involvement on the battlefield was neither necessary nor appropriate.

After all, some things must be done by ordinary people themselves. Medici, as a general, can participate, but they are not suitable.

“I’m not surprised you could beat me. What I’m more curious about is, is Chik dead?” Amon asked, pulling out a bag of sunflower seeds from somewhere and cracking them open as he spoke.

"Give me some." Luo Lin unceremoniously grabbed half of the sunflower seeds from His hand before replying, "He's definitely dead, but he's probably not completely dead. The Witch Path is still quite good at surviving. However, we've already obtained the uniqueness and Sequence 1 characteristics. Even if He revives, He can only be a Sequence 2 at most and won't be able to cause any trouble."

That's the truth. With the Sun God personally intervening and the Demon Lord betraying them, the Primordial Witch and Tudor, this pair of madmen, undoubtedly lost.

However, even the Sun God could not completely guard against the resurrection of Sequence 0. That's how high-sequence characters in this world can survive. At the Sequence 0 level, very few are completely wiped out.

For example, there was a certain war god. In fact, Roland was not unaware that he might have a backup plan to be resurrected, but he didn't care.

However, while it is uncertain whether the Primal Witch will be resurrected, the uniqueness of the Witch Path and the three Sequence One characteristics have indeed been obtained by Rolin.

That's right, these things are now in Rowling's possession and are being kept by him.

The main reason was that Rowling didn't really want Medici to become a cataclysmic disaster, and Medici himself wasn't particularly keen on it either. Since Rowling opposed it, he didn't try to persuade him much further.

After the fall of the Primordial Witch, the Demon Lord Fabuti made an appointment with Roland and then left. He was not in good condition, and this time he was already struggling to make a move.

As for the great terror deep within the mirror world, Roland and the Sun God naturally dealt with it to ensure that no problems would arise.

Upon hearing Rowling's reply, Amon seemed to smile slightly and said with a sigh, "He probably didn't expect such an ending."

"However, the truth is that whether I'm there or not, the Primordial Witch could not have succeeded; failure was her only fate." Roland shook his head, smiling, and said, "So, this tells us not to be too reckless, not to destroy the world so easily, or we'll easily become the boss we defeat." "You have the nerve to say that?" Medici suddenly appeared beside the two, having finished commanding the battlefield. He glanced at Roland, while Amona, equally unceremoniously, grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds and said:

"When it comes to destroying the world, this person is a professional, at least in terms of language."

“How can that be the same?” Rowling retorted, “They are purely driven by the idea that if they can’t rule the world, they’ll drag it to its death. I’m different. I have no interest in ruling the world. I only pursue what I want, and I won’t destroy the world unless absolutely necessary.”

"Heh!" Medici chuckled enigmatically.

“There’s no way around it, the sunk costs are too high.” Roland shrugged, speaking quite frankly: “Destroying the world means I have to turn against all my friends, including you, including Little K, including the Sun God, including Azik…”

He rattled off the names of everyone he knew as if they were his own treasures, and finally sighed, saying, "You've got me all wrapped up, with those feelings, with that humanity, with those beautiful memories."

Medici's lips seemed to curl slightly, and he continued lazily, "Since you're trapped, then just be a good governor and stop thinking about going crazy all the time."

"Well..." Rowling blinked, neither agreeing nor refusing.

Amon raised his hand to push up his monocle and asked seriously, "Why is it only little Amon?"

When announcing the names of the dishes, Luo Lin only mentioned Little Amon and not Amon.

"Because I feel you wouldn't fight me to the death just because I want to destroy the world?" Rowling replied, stroking his chin in a stereotypical manner.

“Prejudice,” Amon said, looking at the rebels who had planted their red flags, emblazoned with a sickle and hammer, on the opposite city wall. He seemed to be lost in thought for a long time before finally speaking:

"I still don't understand why my father was willing to give everything for this world, nor do I understand what courage and sacrifice are..."

Amon paused here, then turned to look at Rolin and said, "But at least for my father's sake, I will try to protect this world."

Roland met His gaze, staring into those pure black eyes, and suddenly laughed. Then the seal clapped and said, "Not bad!"

"Amon, you're ready to graduate!"

Clearly, the angel Amon, who once knew nothing about humanity and even looked down on it, has now come to understand what humanity is.

Even if His humanity is not as noble and brilliant as that of the sun god, it is still humanity.

“I think I’m still a long way from being a master.” Amon raised his hand to push up his monocle on his face, looked at Rolin with a smile and said, “I still have a lot to learn from you, teacher.”

“Actually, I prefer you to call me Seventh Father,” Luo Lin said with a smile.

Amon paused in his movements.

I'll definitely give Little Amon another beating later!

(End of this chapter)