Witch Redemption

The Empire is always right; from the Empire's perspective, any order issued is absolutely correct.

No one on the Empire's side is at fault; the only ones at fault are these witches. If they had just obediently died, the Empire would never have suffered this disaster.

Fortunately, the disaster is over.

"Rebuilding this country will take some time, but as things stand, it should be within reach."

More importantly, there are still a large number of mortal gods belonging to the Empire in the Celestial Realm who have not yet descended to the mortal world, and a large portion of them are even more powerful than the mortal god Field Anderson.

The foundation of an empire is not so simple.

"So, lift your head. It's all in the past. The empire still needs to be handed over to you. I need to return to the Heavenly Realm."

The present-day god, Field Edson, believes it is necessary to return to the Celestial Realm and have those ancient beings pay attention to the power generated by these witches' self-destruction. If they can study it, dealing with those ancient creators in the future will likely be much easier.

Of course, the commanders-in-chief of these two empires did not anticipate that the large number of gods they had dispatched would encounter an unprecedented crisis in the destruction zone of the imperial capital.

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

light.

It was a ray of warm light that crossed the underworld, guiding them in the right direction.

In this glimmer of hope, they felt the same will, a call from time immemorial.

So much so that they couldn't help but step into the darkness.

They wanted to know what this ray of light was, and who was calling to them...

Amid the pattering rain, there were inexplicable unusual noises, like a large number of footsteps.

Li Lan didn't look back, but instead strode forward resolutely.

"At this point in time, I am the only witch left, and the Empire will definitely take action."

Lana, Lolina, and Della are all dead, and the tide of death has completely disappeared. Now, all we need to do is surround him, the last witch, as he has no way to escape.

In that case, Li Lan could understand what those unusual sounds mixed in with the torrential rain were.

"I originally thought the Empire would only send a portion of its powerful forces to force me to self-destruct in this area, but it seems that's not the case. Is the Empire unaware of the strength I possess, or do they have some other motive?"

But so be it. If, at the very end of life, one can take more people down with them, then life has been worthwhile.

Just as Li Lan raised his right hand, ready to perish together with the enemy, suddenly, an unexpected hand pressed down on his shoulder.

Li Lan was startled on the spot, and at that moment, the tattered page of the "Nehag Manuscript" he was holding in his left hand suddenly turned into a violent pure white flame and burned to ashes. The whole world returned to darkness, and only the faint light emitted by the natal magic book in front of him could serve as the only guide.

"Don't look back!"

The familiar voice and the familiar cold hand instantly stirred up countless emotions within Li Lan.

He never expected that, at this final moment of his life, his long-dead predecessor, number 47, would suddenly appear behind him in the form of a hallucination.

"So that's what the illusion of impending death is like? But why does this happen? Is it because I'm too lonely?"

Li Lan recalled the hallucinations she experienced after leaving the empire and facing death.

"Go on your final journey through life. We will accompany you to the end, and you will never feel alone."

Li Lan immediately recalled the gentle smile of Senior No. 47, which instantly melted her heart.

Yes, he is not alone; everyone is waiting for him ahead.

"Yes, thank you, seniors."

Unexpectedly, such a heartwarming hallucination occurred just as she was about to die. It seems that the black-haired Yu Hui and the others have more than just a heart.

I will repay this great kindness in my next life!

His raised right hand did not rest on his forehead, but instead gripped the Libra Cross Greatsword behind him.

Only then did Senior Number 47 release Li Lan's slender shoulders, as if he had vanished without a trace.

"That's good!"

Li Lan's entire life suddenly became bright, and she gradually lost the ability to distinguish between reality and illusion.

"Boom!"

After countless days of sullen silence, the relentless storm finally gave way to the first thunder of spring. The earth-shattering lightning instantly filled the shattered sky, and the dazzling light illuminated the entire earth in that moment.

In an instant, Li Lan's eyes widened.

In the distant sky, a large number of Imperial soldiers floated, seemingly waiting for his arrival.

On this vast, dark gray desert where he was located, countless humanoid figures had appeared at some unknown time.

Each of them exuded an extremely sinister aura, and their identities could only be barely guessed from their female figures, tattered witch costumes, and gray hoods that concealed their faces.

Furthermore, facing the countless divine beings of the Empire in the sky, these silent and eerie humanoid figures all raised their hands one by one to grasp the unique Libra Cross Greatsword behind them.

Each of the Libra Cross Greatswords appeared to be on the verge of breaking, and the exposed flesh of each human figure seemed to be a rotten and ugly color.

They are witches!

A witch who crawled out of hell!

They gave up everything they had after death just to pursue that one glimmer of hope in the darkness, just for that one captivating glimmer!

"Seniors?"

Why is this happening?

In the end what happened?

Li Lan didn't know.

All he knew was that the current situation was as illusory as a parade of a hundred demons.

The elders did not respond; they were already like walking corpses, their only remaining desire was to protect.

Today, anyone who wants to extinguish this only beacon of hope must first trample their corpses!

There is no other way!

Chapter 79 Return to Nothingness

This was a brutal and fierce battle.

The war will not end until one side has bled to death and fallen completely.

The massive number of witch corpses that returned from hell launched their strongest offensive against the empire, penetrating its core territory within just two hours and forcing the empire to reveal most of its remaining trump cards.

No one expected that the even larger empire would fall directly in the ensuing, more intense carnage.

The final explosion finally ended the night of fear and death when the Empire's strongest living god, Field Anderson, had to lead countless Imperial warriors in a final battle against the only surviving witch, Karen Elf.

The war ended before dawn.

The empire paid an incredibly heavy price, losing over 90% of its population. Almost all the mortal gods were wiped out, and the remaining small population could only eke out a living in the remaining cities. Furthermore, the entrance for the mortal gods from the heavens to descend to the mortal realm was temporarily blocked, preventing the empire from taking any further action.

What's even more terrifying is that over 90% of the empire's territory, now destroyed, has become a completely "magic-forbidden" zone. No god in the mortal realm can use their magic or domain upon entering such a zone, and the same applies to witches.

A complete dead end.

When the six witches who had once defected returned for the last time, they left the empire with an incredibly painful price to pay.

What shocked the world was not only this war that broke out in the British Empire, but also another war that broke out in the Elf Kingdom, which also involved six witches and ended with the strange situation of a huge number of witch corpses providing support.

Two groups of witches nearly wiped out two superpowers overnight, and were just one step away from achieving complete victory in the war.

Unfortunately, fate is always like this, and things don't always go as planned.

At 8:00 AM on March 30, 10032 (Gregorian calendar), in the former destruction zone of the Kingdom of Ross, atop a sky pavilion isolated by the strongest barrier, five ancient creators all stood up.

The girl, whose face had no facial features, had black, writhing hair that began to solidify into a sinister grin.

"I'm sorry, you lost!"

By a single miscalculation, none of the creator's avatars actively intervened in the witches' revenge.

Especially the Chaos Creator, she had anticipated from the beginning that these four damned guys had given these witches a cheat code, but she didn't expect these cheat codes to be so powerful, directly using the power of the Creator's own body, which made her feel that she was about to lose.

Fortunately, there were only twelve witches who chose revenge. Even if they used the power of the ancient creator, they would still be no match for the two superpowers.

However, she felt something was off about the final method of summoning all the witches who had died back to reality.

No matter how you look at it, that power doesn't seem to belong to these four ancient creators who are working together; it seems more like a legendary magical artifact.

The Nehag Codex!

This magical item is now in the hands of the Supreme Father.

Given the arrogant nature of the Supreme Father God, it was impossible for him to join forces with other ancient creators, so the Chaos Creator was only surprised for a moment and ultimately did not take it to heart.

Because it's unnecessary; as long as we win at the last minute, the process doesn't matter.

The creator of chaos seeks only victory. As long as victory is achieved and the rules of the game are followed, the methods and means used are irrelevant.

"You're not planning to go back on your word, are you?"

The writhing black hair of the Chaos Creator appeared even more ferocious on his face.

All the ancient creator avatars present swore an oath to their original bodies with their true names. How could they possibly go back on their word after losing the bet?

It's not that simple!

"Breaking a promise? A bet is a bet! I could afford to lose ten thousand years ago, and I can afford to lose ten thousand years from now!"

Yu Hui, with her black hair, still wore a wicked smile. She showed no fear and calmly walked to the window of the sky pavilion. Yao looked at the hazy rain and mist outside and then connected her consciousness with her original body without hesitation.

In an instant, an ancient power that transcended dimensions suddenly tore through the sky and struck the black-haired Yu Hui directly.

This poor ancient creator's avatar, unable to offer the slightest resistance, was suddenly and powerfully smashed into a pulp, its blood splattering everywhere in the aerial pavilion.

The terrifying situation moved all the ancient creator avatars present.

This is the power of the ancient Creator!

Complete and absolute domination!

Just when the Chaos Creator thought that the avatar of the ancient creator Shub-Niggurath had "perished," the descending great will seemed to ponder for a moment, and finally took back the poor creature's body to prevent her from being left to rot in the wilderness.

All the splattered flesh and blood began to turn into black mist and rise, flying out of the window, into the torrential rain, towards the shattered sky, towards the deeper universe.

"What's next for you?"

The Chaos Creator didn't take action himself; it was as if he were issuing a final ultimatum. All the ancient creator avatars present, except for Shub Nicholas who had already died, were ashen-faced, clearly terrified.