Witch Redemption

The creator of chaos felt a strange sense of unease.

But for the time being, he couldn't quite grasp the source of this sense of unease.

"I'll go first, you guys follow slowly."

Leviathan, unlike her usual timid self, seemed eager to leave this awful place. She glared fiercely at the creator of chaos, as if she were very unwilling to leave.

"Heh, I didn't have a chance to kill your clone ten thousand years ago, but now I've finally got my chance."

The creator of chaos looked somewhat pleased.

The ancient creator Abhoth was a notorious coward and a notorious "homebody," so it wouldn't be easy to outsmart him.

Ten thousand years ago, during the game of true gods, this guy was so afraid of death that he refused to send down even a single clone. It wasn't until this time, for some unknown reason, that he suddenly descended to the mortal realm.

This can be considered as giving the creator of chaos a great opportunity.

Leviathan ignored the Chaos Creator. After thinking for a moment, she activated all her skills to see if she could withstand the attack from the main body.

result......

With a "smack," Leviathan's body turned into a bloody pulp, utterly dead.

Who would have thought that the ancient creator's avatar, once so powerful that it instilled fear in the world, is now as brittle as a pile of shit in the face of this mysterious power, easily crushed?

Leviathan died, and its ancient creator, Abhoth, hesitated only briefly before taking back the creature's body.

The ancient creator avatar that continued forward, Yogg-Sothoth, experienced the same situation, except that this guy's recycling speed seemed to be much faster.

"Why are they all retrieving their clone corpses?"

The Chaos Creator found this situation very unusual. According to common sense, all ancient Creator clones that swore an oath to the main body would be killed if they failed.

Putting aside the fact that it would be killed, such a clone is a disgrace to the original body, and the original body would generally not pay attention to such an obstacle.

But today seems a little different.

"I see, now I understand what's going on."

The creator of chaos has always been resourceful, even to the point of being suspicious.

In her speculation, she had won every single time in these numerous gambles with the true gods, and coupled with her own notorious reputation, even the true forms of those ancient creators were wary of her.

This fear directly led these ancient creators to worry that she would use their avatars and corpses to harm them in the future, so they had no choice but to take the corpses away.

As for how the stakes will be set, they will likely be very generous in the future.

"Okay, that's acceptable."

The creator of chaos suddenly understood, "You're the only one left, bald guy."

"Oh oh oh."

The ancient creator Cthulhu's avatar, a loli girl with long dark green hair and a high forehead, also came to the window and connected her consciousness with her original self.

"..."

She was stunned!

I was completely stunned!

"What the hell? This is a huge humiliation! Don't mess with me, my Lord K!"

Before actively severing the connection of consciousness, the entity only threw her one sentence: "Go play with your balls! I'm in a raid!"

What the heck is "team battle"?

The ancient creator Cthulhu's alter ego is about to cry its eyes out.

"Huh? Why aren't you dead yet? Hurry up!"

The Chaos Creator began to urge her on. She realized that the bald man seemed to be trembling. Could he have wet himself in fear?

shame!

An immense disgrace!

This couldn't be more shameful!

"I......"

We can't just say that her original self doesn't want her anymore, can we? What should we do?

Just as Kelvin was frowning in distress, a great will from outer space suddenly crushed her into pieces and took her away with her.

Although this guy died successfully, the Chaos Creator couldn't help but frown, because the great will that made the move was none other than Shub Nicholas.

“No, the ancient creator Cthulhu has been gone for a long time. Even if she swore an oath to her original self, her original self might not be able to cross such a long distance to kill her clone. In addition, the original self of each ancient creator is strictly forbidden from attacking the clones of other ancient creators, so as to avoid too much conflict.”

"This approach by the God of Sows is somewhat out of character for Him."

"Maybe I'm overthinking it. After all, this bald guy isn't someone anyone can bully."

The more he thought about it, the more sense it made, and in the end, the Chaos Creator didn't pay much attention to it.

After all, he won the final victory. In this new game of true gods, he had eliminated many of the most powerful opponents, enough to have the last laugh.

"All that's left is to wait for the day of prophecy to arrive. Those old fogies have been asleep long enough; it's time to get them up and stretch their muscles as soon as possible."

As for the Elf Kingdom and the British Empire, let them continue to eke out a living as long as they can.

Anyway, these guys are useless now.

I had originally thought that if I could get these guys to please the ancient creators as much as possible, maybe this world could continue for a while longer. But now it seems that might be a bit difficult.

"What should we play in the next True God game? Maybe we should consider creating a new world that can refresh us while also secretly seizing the power of these old relics. That would be great."

"If this continues in the future, perhaps I will be able to surpass the Father God, and then..."

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

The Dark Kingdom, the capital city of Kobe.

The witch Livia Vena, who has been appointed Prime Minister, has officially been sent as an envoy to the United Duchy of Ries, so the country has been under the leadership of the Deputy Prime Minister for the time being.

News of the near annihilation of the British Empire and the Elf Kingdom quickly reached the country, causing a huge uproar throughout the nation.

After all, no one could believe that the twelve witches who left could actually defeat two superpowers head-on. How did they manage to do it?

No matter how people imagine it, such a situation seems too fantastical.

Anyway, according to some surviving humans or elves, at the end, an endless number of witches suddenly appeared and broke out in the most intense conflict with the two countries, and the two sides fought until the sky darkened.

Where are there so many endless witches?

To anyone who could even remotely claim to be in the know, it sounded utterly absurd.

Meanwhile, on a pavilion on the border of the Dark Kingdom, due to the sudden decrease in the intensity of the Crimson Night Flood, the sage Esther Belluman finally had the opportunity to teach in his private pavilion, accompanied by his granddaughter Celine Belluman.

Suddenly, Natalie, an elven woman who should have been patrolling the border, and Fu rushed over.

"Teacher, it's urgent!"

Seeing that the two elven women looked unwell, Esther Belluman gestured for the students to continue their studies. Then, she led Celine Belluman and the two elven girls to the open space on the balcony.

"Teacher, this is what happened..."

He recounted most of what happened on March 29th of last month.

The two elven women even started crying as they talked.

Although they had to choose sides when the witches chose to leave, these two elven women had once had a very deep friendship with the Twin Witches and had even been saved by the witch Karen Elf. Now, hearing the news of their deaths, they could not help but feel extremely sad.

"I understand."

Esther Belluman turned around and gestured directly to all the students that school was over.

"Does everyone else know?"

The elderly sage turned around and asked.

"Yes, everyone knows that, and people are not in a good mood."

In fact, those witches had already considered this ending when they decided to leave.

However, not many people are willing to follow these witches to their deaths. These witches are vengeful spirits, but they are not. They want to live, to live forever, and even to save the world together.

"Although we can't bring their remains back, at least let's hold a memorial service for them, so that everyone will remember them."

That's all Esther Belluman can do now.

Some people are just passersby in your life; once you miss them, it's gone forever.

The old man had always understood this principle. Over the centuries, he had seen countless young people pass away, so he could bear this sadness.

"Hey."

They still felt a pang of guilt, but sadly, people always change, and they couldn't follow these witches for life.

The biggest reason why people stay is that they still have a strong belief in something.

This obsession is simply to live!

Being alive is more important than anything else, isn't it?

So far, they still can't understand why these witches are so desperate. Is hatred really that important?

What pain can't be faded by time?

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

United Duchy of Rhys, Rean Tribe, Royal Palace.

Countless witches have gathered here. Although they have successfully welcomed the envoy from the Dark Kingdom, some of the witches who have learned the latest information are not happy at all.

For example, the venerable and elderly witch, Aisa Lucy, clearly had a heavy heart.

"Please sit down."

After leading the Dark Kingdom's Prime Minister, Livia Vine, to her seat, the witch leader, who was temporarily acting as the host, got straight to the point, and the two sides chatted amiably.

After the conversation had reached a certain point, the witch Aisa Lucy gradually shifted to another topic, "Prime Minister of Livia, I would like to know what kind of person the witch Karen Elf really is."

"Karen Elf, I actually never met her in person."

The witch Livia Venere expressed her shame, as when she officially entered the Dark Kingdom, the four witches Karen Elf, Lorena Euphemia, Lana Sivir, and Della Bertie had actually been missing for a long time.

The various stories about these four witches are only known through rumors, and their veracity is unknown.