Witch Redemption

"Witch code 001, Karen Elf, is the weakest. Witch code 099, Lorina Yuffie, is of lower strength. It seems that if the Flame Witch and code 47 left any clues, they are probably on code 002. Otherwise, this witch could not have improved so quickly and become so strong."

After explaining briefly, Eisen added, "If we can successfully obtain the sealed artifact mentioned by the warden today, we will eliminate all four witches who require special attention, and leave the rest for the Crimson Night Torrent three days later. If we fail to obtain it, we will retrieve them at the latest during the next Crimson Night Torrent. In any case, we must leave a share for the Sixth Apostle."

"I've heard that the Sixth Apostle has suffered..."

Before Abbott could finish speaking, Eisen interrupted him, "This is not something we need to know. Just follow the warden's instructions."

Suddenly, the map of the Mo City Ruins changed. The black aura symbolizing the witch in the southeast area trembled, and then the black auras corresponding to the four witches disappeared.

"Hmm? Four witches, the cause and effect are severed! Have the elite of the Goblin Kingdom made their move? Major General Abbot, I trouble you to go and retrieve them. General Martin, I trouble you to dispatch ten warships to annihilate the elite goblin forces in the ruins of Mo City."

After issuing the relevant instructions, Eisen thought for a moment and then called out to his younger brother, who had a warm smile on his face, "The warden has prophesied that you will likely encounter a calamity today. The most likely cause of your trip is the royal family of the Goblin Kingdom. Please be careful."

In that instant, a warm feeling welled up in Abbott's heart. As half-brothers of the same "Gler" family, Eisen, as the older brother, had always taken care of him since childhood, seemingly cold on the outside but warm on the inside. Even though he often criticized Abbott for being too promiscuous, he still stood by Abbott's side in crucial moments.

"I'll keep an eye on it. Also, regarding the remaining witches..."

"The witch who possesses the sealed artifact will definitely make her move today. What you need to do now is find an opportunity to confirm which witch has the sealed artifact, and secondly, retrieve the divine artifacts from the hands of each witch."

"Okay, I understand!"

Abbott's smile was brighter than ever before. Perhaps it was this concern from his loved one that made him so excited and joyful, and he had even begun to secretly decide to change himself.

"Being a womanizer is definitely not the style of the Geler family. We'll see after I return this time. I need to impress my brother. I've always had feelings for the nineteenth princess of the royal family. Maybe after I come back this time, I should consider marriage or something to settle down..."

Chapter 111 Slaughter

The southeastern area of ​​the Mocheng Ruins, on the outskirts of the city.

"Pamela, are you really not considering a collaboration?"

Peggy had finally managed to make contact with another large witch team, but she never expected to be met with such a cold shoulder.

"Cooperation? What's the point of cooperating with you apostates?"

"But......"

Before Peggy could finish speaking, he was interrupted again.

The tall witch with a long, serpentine tail spoke in a shrill voice, angrily issuing an order to leave, "You bunch of good-for-nothings! The Order has given you such a good opportunity, and none of you have even advanced to Silver Magic Books yet, and you still want to cooperate with us?"

“Let me tell you, all the witches in our team are at least level twelve in magic books! They were able to achieve this in just two days. What about you? Don’t think I don’t know that you good-for-nothings have always disrespected the Witch Cult and Major General Abbot! You treat all the Cult’s orders as a joke.”

"Bearing the responsibility of saviors yet not striving for it, and now you want to cooperate with us so we can protect you? No way! Get out! All of you get out! Don't block our way and hinder our continued growth! Scum!"

After her sarcastic remarks, Pamela, the witch codenamed 088 and a member of the 21-person team, once again opened her natal magic book with its silver serpentine patterns, and took down the Libra Cross Greatsword from her back. "Let's go! This time we're going to storm into the second level of the underground area!"

Without further ado, the mighty witch procession marched once again toward the city of the ruins of Mo City.

Peggy was embarrassed. The comparison was painful. Seeing that the witches had already gone far away, he couldn't help but spit with a sour face. His face, which should have been expressionless, was as black as a rag.

"That's why I hate dealing with these women! Clever, infatuated fools! Saviors, my foot!"

"Peggy, mind your manners, you're a lady."

Matilda could only offer a few words of comfort from the sidelines. She had spent an hour traveling all this way, only to be met with a cold shoulder. No one could stand that.

"So what do we do now?" Witch Code 027 Sherry asked somewhat lazily. To be honest, he was so bored that he wanted to hide away. Anyway, Peggy had mentioned that they would wait until the Crimson Night Flood was over before advancing to the Silver Magic Book, so finding an opportunity to slack off was the right thing to do.

“They are very strong now. Although they look down on us, we can consider following behind them and picking up any leftovers as they may, or seeing if we can provide backup if necessary.”

Peggy had a feeling that something was wrong here. If these witches were allowed to go deeper, and they were all wiped out here, then Peggy and the others would definitely be in deep trouble as well.

Another issue is the level of the four new members, Lanxi, who have joined the team. This is currently a huge problem.

"Lancey, Olivia, Emma, ​​and Anne, you two form a team for now. We'll escort you from about 100 meters away. Beyond that distance, you won't share experience with us no matter what monsters you hunt, and we can provide support at any time. Head in this direction. Sherry, their safety is in your hands."

For a fleeting moment, Peggy had a bad feeling, but the sudden sounds of fighting at the front interrupted her thoughts. "Keep your distance from Lansie and the others, prioritize your own safety! If things get bad, we'll ignore those infatuated girls and get out of the city!"

..................

Everything was the calm before the storm.

Walking cautiously through the streets of this dilapidated city, Ann Grenas kept a watchful eye on her surroundings while keeping her restless gaze fixed on the back of the three seemingly cowardly witches.

He felt very thirsty, no, it was his left hand that felt very thirsty.

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If I miss it, I'm afraid I'll find it very difficult to deal with these witches again."

Ann Gnath had considered following the witches who had advanced to the Silver Magic Book level, but he noticed that they were a huge group, and that the fanatical madmen had already rushed into the underground area of ​​the Mo City Ruins. He simply didn't have the life to accompany them.

Therefore, he could only consider targeting his own accomplices and plundering everything they had.

"This is a crazy world where no one can be trusted. Ethics, morality, and laws are all things that can be discarded. As long as you can survive, what does it matter if you don't become human?"

Overwhelmed by intense inner conflict, Ann Gnath clenched his fists. "I want to live! I just want to live! If I can't continue to grow stronger, death will be all that awaits me! In this world, everyone is selfish. Even if I plunder others, the fault won't lie with me, but with the world!"

"Besides, even if I kill these witches and the natives of this world, what does it all matter? I not only want to survive, but I also want to pursue freedom, and for that, I'm willing to pay any price! Even if it means betraying those who truly believe in me!"

The decision that should have been made long ago only broke down Ann Gnath's inner moral shackles at this moment.

As a modern-educated intellectual, after being transported to a completely unknown and insane world, not everyone can easily harbor murderous intent towards their own kind. Once the shackles of morality are broken and the dignity of being human is abandoned, an extremely terrifying "demon" will be born!

The will of the noble can shine with unparalleled brilliance, while the most vicious villains can also bring about breathtaking destruction. This destruction is also a kind of strong will, and also a kind of "undying belief" in a certain sense.

Reality is cruel; this crazy world has good and bad people, and the witches who transmigrated to this world are also of varying qualities. If they hadn't wiped their eyes clean, their fate would have been equally unimaginable...

"Lansy, how about we split up and explore this area in three directions?"

Ann Gnath concealed his murderous intent well, a barely perceptible smile curving his lips.

Lanxi frowned upon hearing this. "Isn't this unsafe?"

"Don't worry, we're still in the outer areas. Those elite goblin guards called 'Holy Land Guardians' won't be here. At most, they'll just be ordinary goblins. That's the kind we're looking for. As long as we can hunt them down, we can level up our magic books as quickly as possible. Besides, you can trust those three witch leaders, right? They're about a hundred meters away from us. They can provide timely support if we're in any danger, so don't worry too much."

After calmly explaining, Ann Gnath added, "By the way, Emma's a bit weak right now. How about we team up?"

For a moment, Lanxi felt that Ann Grenas was a complete stranger. She turned her head slightly and saw the beautiful face of this petite witch, a face that seemed somewhat innocent to her.

"Strange, was this witch like this before?"

Lanxi was puzzled, thinking that Ann Gnath should be very low-key, even to the point of being somewhat gloomy.

"What? Are you worried that I will do you a disservice?"

As she said these words, Ann Gnath appropriately expressed her disappointment, looking rather pitiful.

"No, that's not what I meant." Since they're already accomplices, how can you not give each other any trust? It's no different from ostracizing a teammate. Lanssie recalled many past events and finally sighed softly. "Alright, Peggy and the others should be able to provide backup. Let's look around for any clues. I'll take this direction, Olivia, you take this side, Emma, ​​you and Ann take that side..."

Perhaps because of what Li Lan said last night, Lanxi hesitated for a while, but still lowered her head and said to Emma, ​​"Be careful, Emma, ​​it's best not to expose your back to her."

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A few minutes later, an "accidental" loss left Emma, ​​codenamed 081, alone in the area, looking around aimlessly.

In her extreme anxiety, she instinctively tried to call for help from her former captain, but unexpectedly, the assassin hiding in the shadows suddenly struck her down, taking her life.

At that moment, when Ann Grenas pierced his comrade's heart with the Libra Cross Greatsword that was meant for hunting monsters, an overwhelming sense of pleasure surged through him. His comrade's screams and the rush of hot blood made him feel extremely high.

"Sizzle—"

He ripped open Emma's delicate chest from behind, letting the crimson blood flow freely on the ground. Ann Gnath grinned and swung his sword again, slicing open the poor wretch's throat.

The wailing lasted less than a second before the executioner, who moved with lightning speed, flipped her over and then stomped the witch, who was a head taller than him, to the ground.

"I can't wait!"

He impatiently stretched out his left hand, which had a hideous mouth, and pressed it directly onto the poor witch's forehead.

The next moment, the sound of bones being crushed was chilling, and the ravenous mouth began to devour everything in its path, feasting at a speed ten times faster than ever before! Unprecedented power was surging within Ann Gnath's body!

"What idiots! You actually thought being wary of me would work! My profession is beyond your comprehension!"

In less than a minute, the witch's corpse, trampled on the ground, was completely devoured, leaving only a large pool of blood that was gradually congealing, a horrifying sight. Moreover, the hideous maw on her left hand was still grinding its teeth as if it hadn't had enough, and even let out a burp.

"really!"

Ann Gnath happily opened the magic book in front of him, and saw that the experience points on it had increased by 200,000, instantly forcibly raising his magic book level to level 10.

He was thrilled; he had never been so excited since he had transmigrated to this world!

Having lost his sense of guilt, Ann Grenas transformed from a witch's body keeper into a witch hunter determined to do whatever it takes. It takes an immense amount of resolve for him to completely abandon all ethics and morality and embrace the belief that "every man for himself."

He can kill everything if he can become stronger!

In his excitement, Ann Grenas suddenly noticed that the interface of the magic book in front of him had lost all the text and become completely blank.

At the same time, the gray-white streamlined markings on the natal magic book rapidly moved towards the center, eventually transforming into a huge red beast eye marking as if it were alive.

A nameless fear surged into his heart, dispelling Ann Gnath's inner joy. He suddenly had a strong premonition that the silver grimoire he was about to upgrade had probably undergone some unknown mutation, and he didn't know if this mutation would bring him a tragic future.

"Becoming stronger always comes at a price."

However, he could afford to pay this price!

From the moment Ann Grenas resolved to hunt witches and use them as stepping stones to his strength, he never regretted it. Even if the road ahead led to the deepest hell, he would go all the way to the end, as long as he could survive in this world.

Perhaps it was this terrifyingly unwavering will that caused the open grimoire's interface to distort, and a vortex of crimson gas suddenly appeared and swirled rapidly, transforming into a few words in less than three seconds.

Do you want to understand the meaning of life? Do you want to truly...live?

Ann Gnath felt a sense of familiarity with these words, as if he had seen them in a novel before. The difference was that this grimoire did not offer a choice between "yes" and "no".

He thought to himself with disdain, "Does life need meaning? No, it doesn't! As long as you keep getting stronger and reach the pinnacle of life, that's truly living!"

The crimson text continued to emerge, but this time it foreshadowed a terrifying and ancient extraterrestrial being.

"Rejoice, as the successor of God, sing praises to God's glory! My true name is the Creator of Chaos!"

"The Creator of Chaos?"

Ann Gnath murmured as if possessed. He stared at the text strangely for a few seconds, then his mind suddenly went blank. In an instant, a large amount of crazy, noisy, and indescribable babbling rushed into his mind, causing a huge upheaval!

At that moment, in his collapsing vision, he seemed to see the void and chaos of the beginning of heaven and earth. Boundless, writhing darkness filled everything in sight. From that deep and distant darkness came a terrifying, majestic, and immense aura of death. The unprecedented divine power almost crushed all his consciousness!

"Fate is irreversible. The only way to turn things around is to seize the divine status of the ancient god and take his place! Go! This is the guidance of the gods!"

The terrifying entity in the darkness emitted a deafening roar, unleashing a storm that annihilated everything and shattered the entire void and chaos.

The next second, Ann Gnas returned to the real world after regaining consciousness. He experienced intense pain in his seven orifices. The unbearable mental pressure caused his head to throb, and he couldn't help but shed shocking tears of blood.

Chapter 112 The Rampage of the Witch Hunter

"Fate is irreversible!"

Sweating profusely, Ann Gnath muttered the same sentence over and over again, the terrifying, boiling-water-like babbling still echoing in his mind.

At the same moment, the eerie blood-red language on his natal magic book had vanished without a trace, revealing his personal profession information and item storage information once again. However, many of the characters on it now had blurry blood shadows, making them look evil and insane.