Witch Redemption

In addition, a large amount of information appeared out of nowhere in his mind.

In that out-of-the-sky memory was the corpse of a woman with a human body and a snake's tail. Her tattered, grayish-white wings had decayed with age, and numerous gruesome wounds were rotting like mold. Following the most fatal wound on her chest upwards, one could see a horrifying face of death, a withered countenance that, even after tens of thousands of years, still showed signs of kindness and compassion.

The reclining female corpse, contrasting with the cramped underground space, creates a scene of solitude and decay that is both sinful and profane, silently telling of the desolation before death.

"This is the corpse of an ancient god?"

Before he could wipe the blood and tears from his face, Ann Grenas took a deep breath. The goddess's remains were on the third level of the underground area of ​​the Mo City Ruins! And when he was advancing to the Silver Magic Tome, the ancient being that suddenly appeared pointed out that the goddess's remains would be his only chance of survival!

"This information is probably true..."

Regardless of whether the terrifying figure that suddenly appeared in the hallucination was human or ghost, Ann Gnath was indeed facing a great life-threatening crisis. He had never truly trusted the Witch Cult, and even once suspected that the Witch Cult wanted to use them as cannon fodder.

Only by becoming stronger at all costs, or even breaking free from the empire's control, can he take control of his own destiny.

"To replace the ancient gods? If it's with this left hand..."

Ann Gnath smiled with great pleasure. Clearly, what lay before him now was likely a path to godhood that was different from that of the witch!

If he can seize the opportunity, not only could he become a god, but he might even become the ruler of this world in the future!

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

Suddenly hearing Emma's fleeting wail, Lancy and Olivia, who were searching the surrounding area, felt an overwhelming sense of anxiety and frantically rushed towards the area from which the wail came.

Olivia quickly rushed into a corner of the ruins.

Caught off guard, the elven witch only felt a dark shadow flash past her eyes. Then, a sharp pain shot through her neck, and blood gushed out like a fountain, splattering all over the ground. Her body, weakened rapidly, staggered forward a few steps and collapsed into a pool of blood.

"Olivia!"

Before Lanxi could even see who the black afterimage was, she witnessed Olivia's gruesome death in an instant, the blood raining down on her face a shocking sight that pounded at Lanxi's heart.

"what--"

A near-collapse of rage surged within him. He had already resolved to protect his last remaining companions at all costs, but unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, they were all gone forever.

Having lost their fear, the flames of rage consumed all reason, and hatred filled everything.

Faced with the afterimage that was still moving at high speed, Lanxi frantically swung the Libra Cross Greatsword in her right hand, letting the greatsword turn into a spinning windmill, trying to kill the strange afterimage whose face could not be seen with an attack that could crush everything.

"Changguang!"

With a roar, she summoned the sacred weapon of her profession as a "swordsman," a silver-white nodachi about 1.7 meters long, which appeared in Lanxi's hand.

The next moment, the strongest class skill that a level 7 Sword Master can use, "Flying Shadow Gale," made Lanxi's figure suddenly turn into a blur, and the astonishing speed she unleashed finally allowed her to catch up with the murderer.

Unperturbed, he dodged the rapidly approaching Libra cross greatsword. Ann Gnath, moving at high speed and grinning maliciously, suddenly raised his weapon, risking revealing himself to meet the attack head-on.

"Zheng—"

The Libra Cross Greatsword and the Nodachi collided, sparking brilliant sparks. Under the immense force, Ann Gnath, with the overwhelming advantage of the nearly eleventh level of the magic book, repelled Lancy's attack.

"roar!"

Ann Gnath leaped up suddenly, freeing his right hand to make a slight gesture. A huge knight's lance, two meters long, appeared out of nowhere and pierced through Lanxi's abdomen with tremendous force!

After a thunderous crack, the rough street surface shattered due to the terrifying force, and Lanxi, who was pinned to the ground, coughed up a mouthful of blood, her life force gradually dissipating.

"Damn it...that damned Ann Gnath..."

Unleashing a helpless rage, Lanxi struggled to break free from the restraints of this professional artifact, but her strength was constantly fading, and her vision and consciousness were gradually blurring.

"too weak!"

Ann Gnath, who had killed three witches in a row, didn't even blink. He quickly arrived at Olivia's side, and his strange left hand devoured Olivia's corpse in less than a minute, leaving not even a trace.

"Upgrading a magic book from level 10 to level 11 requires 200,000 magic book experience points? Perfect!"

Ann Gnath, who was having an incredibly exciting time, rushed over to Lancelot, who was still breathing...

In just three minutes, Sherry, codenamed 027, who was in charge of monitoring the movements of the four witches, including Lancy, was completely stunned. "No way? How is this possible?"

"what happens?"

"Identifying the drastic change in Sherry's expression, Witch Code 040, Peggy, asked in a deep voice."

“Ann Gnath, this guy killed three other witches! Then he ate them with his left hand!”

Although Ann Gnath revealed that her murderous intent originated from Olivia, Sherry quickly deduced from Emma's brief disappearance that the witch had probably already met with misfortune.

"what?"

Peggy's usually expressionless face was filled with astonishment, which was then overwhelmed by unprecedented anger...

Just as Ann Gnath approached the dying Lancy and reached out his left hand to devour her, a sharp sound of something cutting through the air suddenly came from the end of the street in the distance. Turning around sharply, a Libra Cross Greatsword, transformed into an arrow, shot towards him with lightning speed.

"The reinforcements arrived quickly indeed."

The newcomer was none other than the supreme leader of the eleven-person team, codenamed 040 Peggy. With a sinister grin, Ann Gnath finally believed from this moment on that this witch captain was indeed a responsible person, that the distance she arranged was indeed very reasonable, and that she was also paying close attention to the situation here.

"but......"

Ann Gnath calmly raised the cross sword in his hand, and with a burst of brilliant sparks from the clash of weapons, he successfully defused the first wave of attack.

"I'm already a Silver Magic Tome! Level 11! I'm still stronger at this point!"

If I can kill all these witches here and devour them, I can become even stronger!

An unprecedented thirst drove Ann Gnath to swiftly grab the knight's lance that had pierced Lansie. With a single stride, he planted himself like a cannon mount, the lance tip, now replaced by a black muzzle, aimed at the charging "Minotaur" witch.

On the other side, Peggy, whose mind was almost clouded by intense anger, began to reflect a blood-red hue in her black beast eyes. Influenced by the Black Bull Orc's talent "Boiling," her body temperature began to soar, and she emitted a large amount of white steam when she breathed.

"Damn Ann Gnath..."

"Giant Slash!" With a loud roar, Peggy raised her right hand, and a two-meter-long, pitch-black object was fully revealed in her hand. Its enormous weight caused her right hand to sink sharply, and in the end, she could only hold it with both hands and drag it to the ground.

This is the exclusive class weapon of Peggy, the "Greatsword Warrior," the "Giant Slash," a violent weapon that requires a certain amount of strength to wield.

If this professional artifact were a sword, it would be far too large, enormous, thick, and heavy to hold, and incredibly rough in appearance; it would simply be a massive block of iron.

However, the moment Peggy revealed the greatsword, his body twisted with the inertia of the greatsword, and the swirling giant sword collided with the ground, creating even more brilliant sparks.

The speed suddenly increased dramatically!

The whirlwind of slaughter vanished in a fleeting moment as it rose slightly into the air!

"So fast!"

In Ann Gnath's azure beast eyes, the pupils contracted violently with terror. Before he could even use his own class skill, he saw the figure that had transformed into a storm with a greatsword cross more than twenty meters and arrive in front of him in the blink of an eye.

He barely managed to raise his musket and "roar" to parry, but the force of the clash made it impossible for Ann Gnath to maintain his footing.

He heard a loud bang, then his hand split open, and he was sent flying more than ten meters, crashing heavily into a dilapidated ancient wall. The intense pain from his back caused Ann Gnath to scream in agony.

"Damn it! A witch's race can also affect her strength. My race is the water elemental spirit, which is strong in terms of self-healing and adaptability, but strength is not my forte. I didn't expect that even though I am three levels higher than him, I would still be at a slight disadvantage in close combat. I need to level up two more times to reach his strength level! I was careless!"

Ann Gnath was no fool. From the very first moment of the fight, he realized that Peggy was slightly stronger than him. If he couldn't finish her off quickly, his fate would be in grave danger once reinforcements arrived!

Having made this judgment, as he crashed through the ancient wall and fell into a pile of ruins, he instinctively used the "gunner's" special skill "Aura Concealment." His disheveled, petite figure quickly blended into the surrounding environment and finally disappeared without a trace.

"That guy disappeared?!"

Peggy, who was in a fit of rage, calmed down slightly as she stopped in her tracks. At the same time, her companions arrived beside her, their faces grim as they surveyed their surroundings.

"Shirley, you and your squad take care of Lancy. The rest of you, use your strongest area-of-effect skills! Raze this place to the ground!"

Since this guy is very likely using some kind of stealth skill, the best way to avoid being ambushed and picked off one by one is to use indiscriminate attacks to violently destroy this area once and for all!

Three minutes later...

"No, Lanxi probably won't last much longer!"

Witch Code Name 027 Sherry, along with three teammates, treated the abdominal wounds of the unconscious Lanxi. Unfortunately, their current recovery potions were insufficient to fill the two bowl-sized "holes," and even after slightly stopping the bleeding, it was extremely difficult to continue to keep the witch alive.

Peggy's expression turned extremely grave upon hearing this. She first signaled to her companions to continue keeping watch over the surroundings, and then began to check on Lancy's condition.

It was obvious that this poor creature, which was gradually losing its color, was barely breathing and was not far from death.

"Sigh..." He didn't know what to do either. He had finally managed to recruit four teammates to the team, and in the blink of an eye, one of them became the executioner, killing three people in a row. If Peggy hadn't been strong enough and hadn't had the advantage of numbers, he probably would have died here just now as well. This Ann Gnath is really too crazy.

“Matilda, use your fairy talent to keep him alive. Then we’ll go find Karen, codename 001. She’s a priest and might have a way to save her.”

Peggy's face darkened further at the mention of the wandering witches. It was obvious that these three witches had a close relationship with them. Peggy felt that she had entrusted these three women to her today, but this was what had happened.

"But where to go..."

Just as I was about to ask which area to go to to find those wandering witches, several more screams of witches came from the direction of the city center. Along with these screams came countless footsteps, causing the entire ground to tremble.

"Go! We can't stay here any longer! We need to retreat!"

At this point, Peggy couldn't care less about anything else. She made a decisive move and ordered all members to flee towards Charlotte City.

If I'm not mistaken, those witches who rushed into the underground area have already met with trouble. The sheer number of footsteps they've heard indicates that their eleven are definitely not someone they can withstand.

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

The second underground level of the Mo City Ruins, the capital city.

Just after the first step of the holy war was launched in the city on the ground, the hunched goblin elder Wesley once again came to the current queen's palace to pay homage to the only remaining member of the royal bloodline.

On the enormous jade bed lay a half-human, half-snake girl, weaker than ever before. Wesley concealed his grief, his gaze sweeping over the large amount of pale golden bloodstains on the edge of the jade bed, and then looking at the corpse of a male goblin lying not far away.

"You've come..."

Before Wesley could speak, the Queen, enduring the pain, forced herself to sit up, her long, coiled tail making her appear as elegant as if she were sitting upright.

She knew what the kingdom's elder wanted to question: why she wouldn't leave the kingdom with a final glimmer of hope, and why she would use her remaining life to make one last prophecy for the kingdom.

The two remained silent for a long time, their eyes locked. Wesley, suppressing his grief, despair, and anger, finally managed to utter only a short sentence: "You've performed the prophecy ritual again?"

"Yes." The voice seemed devoid of any emotion, only indifference and numbness remained.

The young queen quietly wiped away the pale gold blood from the corner of her mouth. "This is the curse that my clan bears, and the curse that the kingdom bears. It is time to pay for it. After today, the kingdom will surely perish. Elder Wesley, if you make your final decision, it is not too late."

"A choice?" Wesley suppressed his near-collapse. "You want me to choose to escape this place with a small number of the weak? It was that ancient being who caused the kingdom's people to become monsters and no longer be human. Now, where are we supposed to escape to?"

Chapter 113 Ancient Feather God

Queen Greta Toltec had never appeared so calm and composed. "Elder, this is the last time I will answer your question with certainty. It is not too late! The kingdom's destruction is inevitable. It is not only burdened by the ancient curse of killing the gods, but also by the original sin of the empire's attack on the kingdom."

The Empire desires the remains of the ancient Feathered God! The Empire's demigods are preparing to create true deities!

"Abandon the Scepter of Zatogua, relinquish the power of the evil god, and continue eastward with the last embers of your power. Before sunset, you will reach an abandoned temple, which can become your new sanctuary."

This is the only way out that the Queen obtained through her prophetic ritual, and it is the greatest effort she can currently make.

"Your Highness!"