Witch Redemption

Unfortunately, after a 29-year absence, when he set foot on this land again, there was nothing left.

Whether it was the starting point of their memories, the Imperial Witch Prison, or the Imperial Palace where they once ran rampant, or the Holy See of the Empire, which they had never seen in rumors, all of them have now been reduced to black and gray sand, like the dust of history, because of Lana's final attack.

For the empire, this was a tremendous disaster.

As one of the instigators of this disaster, Li Lan, a witch named Karen Elf, stood quietly here.

He simply witnessed in silence this tragedy that would inevitably affect the fate of the world, without the slightest pity or any sense of satisfaction after revenge, only tranquility.

He knew that his heart would soon stop beating, his mind would soon freeze completely, and his soul would soon return to nothingness.

It's time to bring this long journey to a close.

"It's so cold!"

The torrential rain seemed to seep through his soaked clothes, into his skin, and then surge into Li Lan's heart, making him mutter to himself.

It's so cold.

In this lonely, dark world, only this natal magic book, floating in front of him and emitting a pure white glow, can guide him on his only path.

The road is just ahead.

Everything that could bring him warmth, except for him, has come to an end.

Even the flames of revenge that should have burned fiercely were gradually brought to the brink of being extinguished under this lonely downpour.

Suddenly, he raised his head and stared in the direction of the Elf Kingdom in the western continent. In his clear violet eyes, he seemed to see the twin witches dying hand in hand.

"White antelope, snow antelope..."

The twin witches in the Elf Kingdom have completed their final revenge. Even though they could not completely destroy the Elf Kingdom, they destroyed more than 90 percent of its territory and population.

Before the Twin Witches, there were also the witches Trish, Violet, Anne, and Sophia. They have all found their own place and returned to eternal death.

On the British Empire's side, Edith died, as did Rosa, Lana, Della, and Lolina, who all passed away before him.

They left nothing behind.

Li Lan was left all alone.

It left him with an unbearable grief, a grief that cut like a knife, leaving countless scars in his heart every moment.

The more he recounted the past, the more pained he became, and his legs felt incredibly heavy.

He could no longer walk, like a walking corpse, and had never felt so lonely.

What am I doing?

Li Lan is an ordinary person, an ordinary person who has always lived in painful memories of the past.

Even if he possessed an immortal body and superhuman strength, his essence was still that of an incorrigible mortal.

He was just a little more stubborn and strong than the average person.

Even he has moments when his emotions completely break down, like right now.

He had prepared himself from the start, but he never expected that when all his comrades left him, he would be so grief-stricken that he was on the verge of fainting.

He wanted to bear the will of everyone, to bear the sorrow and pain brought about by the deaths of everyone, and to witness this willful revenge.

But when he actually faced it, he realized just how heavy this burden truly was.

Li Lan knew that everyone died for their ideals, and none of them had any regrets before they died; in fact, they even harbored happiness in their hearts.

Li Lan knew that everyone firmly believed that even if they were left all alone, even if they had nothing left, even if they lost their hands, their feet, their bodies, and were left with only a set of broken teeth, they would never succumb to the fate of this world and were determined to fight to the end!

Li Lan knew that he didn't regret his past choices; he simply felt extreme inner pain.

I shouldn't have stopped here.

"Everyone is waiting for me, and I can't keep them waiting too long."

Clenching her teeth and forcing herself to take a step, Li Lan stubbornly bore all the grief.

"In the future, when you attack the British Empire, you will see just how powerful it is. If you can't hold out any longer, take this out."

"If your friendship and will are genuine, then you will have a huge surprise."

The words that Hei Fa Yu Hui had once hinted at began to appear in Li Lan's mind. Then, he silently opened his natal magic book and took out the blank page that Hei Fa Yu Hui had given him.

This is a piece of paper torn from the "Nehag Codex". It contains no information and its purpose cannot be known in the short term.

And there's something even more amazing: this piece of paper, made of some unknown material, is not only unaffected by the raging wind and rain, but also shines brightly in the darkness.

It felt like the only guiding light in the darkness, a guiding light even brighter than his own natal magic book.

In that instant, Li Lan's heart, which should have been ice-cold, finally felt a sliver of warmth.

"A huge surprise?"

Li Lan finally managed a smile. This was indeed a huge surprise. With all his close friends dead, only the light emanating from this one tattered page could soothe his wounded heart.

"Shub is really thoughtful; she probably anticipated this situation long ago, didn't she?"

"So......"

This is where we stop on our journey through life!

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

The wartime command post of the Western Security Zone of the British Empire.

At 4:40 a.m., the heavy darkness of night had not yet dissipated.

The present-day God of War, Field Anderson, and Emperor William 46 of the Empire, taking advantage of a brief moment of leisure, came to the window of the command post, gazing at the vast territory of the Empire.

In this fully armed imperial city, the dazzling magic crystal lamps illuminated everything brightly, as if it were daytime.

Countless imperial soldiers were running on the streets, giant airships were rapidly traversing the sky, and occasionally a fleeting group of gods would suddenly appear. Almost the entire empire was like a giant machine, constantly in operation.

Every human being is a tiny cog in the empire, contributing their small share to maintain its prosperity.

Both the mortal god Field Anderson and Emperor William 46, the two highest rulers on earth, seemed to be deep in thought.

If it weren't for the attack of these witches, and things had continued along the original trajectory, the empire would have been able to safely cope with the future apocalypse.

Unfortunately, fate is unpredictable. No one could have foreseen that a landmine planted countless years ago would be completely detonated in just a few hours today.

This is a tremendous disaster!

This disaster claimed countless lives in the empire, destroyed half of its territory, and severely damaged its defense plans, plunging the empire into a precarious situation.

Every citizen of the empire felt nothing but hatred for these damned witches, yet they were powerless to do anything about it.

Because these witches all sacrificed their lives to trigger unprecedented and powerful explosions, these explosions completely tore through the empire's defenses, rendering all of the empire's defenses as flimsy as paper under such an offensive.

This is exactly the kind of situation that the modern-day god, Field Anderson, fears most.

Nothing is more terrifying than an enemy who is reckless, which would mean that such an enemy's actions would be completely illogical.

Fortunately, all the crises have been resolved. For example, the death tide has begun to disappear without a trace, and those strange humanoid creatures have all been eliminated with the help of many gods in the present world.

The empire is safe now; all that remains is to eliminate the last remaining threat.

Kallen Elf the Witch.

The Empire has presented this witch with a great gift: a large number of gods from the mortal realm, as well as sealed artifacts numbered 011 to 020, using the most powerful means to force this witch to self-destruct.

In any case, since the Empire is temporarily unable to deal with this strange, explosive power, it should avoid direct confrontation and let this bomb explode in a safe zone.

"William, what do you think of these witches?"

"This is the question from the modern god, Field Anderson."

"They are both brave and resourceful; if they can become the empire's strongest asset..."

Emperor Wilhelm 46 looked complicated, unsure of how to begin.

"You regret it?"

The living god, Field Anderson, was somewhat surprised and noticed the regret in the emperor's expression.

The emperor did not deny that the witch summoning technique had existed for tens of thousands of years without any flaws, nor should it have.

However, fate is fickle, and no one could have predicted that the supposedly foolproof witch summoning system, which had lasted for tens of thousands of years, would encounter such a tremendous change at the very last moment before it was about to undergo reform.

This variable was once unsolvable, and today, it has cost the empire such a huge price.

The empire understood many years ago that if these witches were allowed to grow unchecked, they would one day reach the level of true gods and replace the ancient gods.

However, if this were the case, the empire would be unable to control these witches, making it difficult for the empire to continue to grow stronger, and ultimately it would only be able to live under the protection of these witches.

In this case, what's the difference between the empire and returning to the ancient mythological era?

Humans are ambitious creatures, and not everyone is willing to live under the wing of others.

There are always some talented and determined people who are willing to pay any price to soar in the highest and farthest skies.

Expecting a witch to save the world?

That's a huge joke. The world must be in the hands of humanity; only humanity can save itself.

So what if the witch, who was supposed to be chosen as the savior, becomes a stepping stone for the empire to become stronger?

The emperor remained silent for a long time before finally exhaling a breath of stale air. "I regret that more than twenty years ago, after realizing that these witches had successfully defected, I actually believed the witch cult's story."

Using witches to fight witches—that was the decision given by the immortal Iris.

Once the Empire's witches grow up and launch a future rebellion, they will surely be able to eliminate these traitors.

But as we all know, the Empire's witches were all turned into cannon fodder when faced with these traitorous witches, vanishing silently into the black desert.

Indeed, Emperor William 46 regretted not eliminating these witches completely.

The empire had opportunities, several opportunities, but ultimately lost them due to overconfidence.

Thinking about it carefully, who could believe that just six witches could destroy most of the British Empire's territory and force the empire to use one of its strongest trump cards?

“William, as the head of a nation, there is one thing I hope you understand.”

The expression on the face of the living, Field Anderson, was equally complex, but he quickly regained his usual seriousness.

“I understand,” Emperor William 46’s expression softened slightly. “I am the collective will of this country. My orders represent the choices of the entire nation. No choice can be wrong, and I cannot regret it even if I pay any price for it.”

"Yes, moreover, none of the choices we made in the past were wrong."

"The real God, Field Anderson, responded with certainty."