Hawks from the Land of Light are calling me a dove and an undercover agent in the chat group.

Yuki Tsukishiro gave Nikaido Shiro and Emma Sakuraba a complicated look.

She is currently in a state of turmoil and finds it difficult to respond to this friendship.

"what?"

However, at this moment, Lao Ji, who was watching from the side, scratched his head like a comical character, and said, "What are you talking about, being lonely or not?"

"what?"

The girls, including Yuki Tsukishiro, were all bewildered. They were the ones who wanted to ask what Rakuki was talking about and what he meant by those words.

Wait, could it be that...?

"It's just resurrection of the dead, what's the big deal? Well, although I can't do it, it's a coincidence that there are limited moves available now. Coincidentally, I, the God of the Dead, have also thought of a better way to deal with it."

Lao Ji stood up from the chair, turning off his "lazy mode".

As mentioned before, when it was caught in the spacetime turbulence, it also suffered an attack from the spacetime energy within the turbulence, which was the main cause of its injury.

However, since it didn't die, it means that this wave of spacetime energy wasn't that much, and it was just within the range that it could handle.

Normally, it would simply and slowly annihilate this part of spacetime energy, but now it has discovered a better way to deal with it.

Relying on this spacetime energy, it can only use this move once, a move that it cannot and will never be able to unleash.

Although Yukishiro's strength was no match for it, she was special because she possessed tens of thousands of types of magic, including space-time magic.

By now, Ryougi naturally knew that Nikaido Hiro's magic was [Time Reversal], as she herself had stated.

Of course, according to Reki's observation, this was just what Nikaido Hiro thought was time travel, but in reality it was just a jump to a parallel world.

However, there are indeed times when time can be reversed, because Sawatari Coco's magic is "Clairvoyance". When Sawatari Coco dies and the observation ends, Nikaido Hiro's suicide will prevent him from jumping to other worlds, thus turning into a true time reversal.

Of course, this true time travel must have various limitations and upper limits, otherwise Yukihiro Tsukishiro could have traveled back to the time before the Witch Island massacre long ago.

Of course, none of these random, miscellaneous things matter.

The specific effects of Yuki Tsukishiro's magic are completely irrelevant. The only point that matters from beginning to end is that Yuki Tsukishiro possesses an aura related to time.

All you need now is this, just this water pipe, or rather, this faucet.

Ryougi's spirits flared: "Unleash your time manipulation abilities, Yukishiro!"

Tsukishiro Yuki didn't know what Ryouki wanted to do, what he was going to do, or what the results would be, but deep down she already had a wish she dared not even think about. Her abilities leaped at this moment, bursting forth with full force.

She wanted it, she wanted it, she wanted it, she wanted it, she wanted it!!!

"Rise, my love!"

As a great witch, she deeply loved every one of her compatriots and every member of her people!

Following the tap of Yukishiro, Ryouki shouted and expelled all the stubborn spacetime energy in his body!

Splash! Splash! Splash!

The hands reversed, and the entire Witch Island spun rapidly, time reversed, and day and night were reversed in an instant.

The first to experience the anomaly was Kurobe Nanoha's older sister. The witch's remains instantly reversed, restoring her to her white hair. The female prisoners who had died at the same time were also resurrected on the spot, suddenly reappearing, staring dumbfounded at the witch island that was still reversing.

Starting with the previous generation's Kurobe Sister, and continuing to the earliest female prisoners, a total of more than 600 people were involved. Those who died were resurrected on the spot, those who were in a state of disrepair regained their human form, and those who died but were not completely dead were also resurrected on the spot.

Then came the real witch.

The original inhabitants of Witch Island, the true witches, the witch clan from adults to children, those compatriots whom Yukiko Tsukishiro has longed for, missed, and cherished for hundreds of years.

Every single one of these pure and kind witches, perfectly intact and possessing the complete memory of their pain at the moment of death, has reappeared on this island after hundreds of years, without a single one missing!

Even the three great witches who had fled to other worlds were all pulled back by the immense power of the spacetime energy in the spacetime turbulence. They immediately understood what had happened, and tears welled up in their eyes as they wept with joy.

Along with the resurrection of time, the humans who invaded and massacred Witch Island hundreds of years ago—the high-ranking officials and military personnel whose hands were stained with the blood of innocent witches—are also resurrected.

They were also instilled with the memory of what happened here today, and upon resurrection, they stared in horror at Yuki Tsukishiro and the sinister, terrifying, and incomparably evil Kirieloid.

Also resurrected were the several high-ranking modern humans who had just been beheaded by Yuki Tsukishiro.

Laoji chuckled softly, his hands moving as if performing an art piece. The skin of the human elites and soldiers from hundreds of years ago was cracked layer by layer, as if being constantly rubbed back and forth by countless invisible and intangible tiny threads.

This horrific torture was far more cruel and brutal than Tsukishiro Yuki, greatly slowing down the time it took for these humans to die. They were forced to watch helplessly as invisible threads slowly and gradually rubbed into their bodies amidst their rapid breathing.

"Aa ...

At the same time that criminals from hundreds of years ago were enjoying their pain, the modern human elites and modern military personnel still alive on Witch Island were also experiencing the pain of their ancestors. They were in so much pain that their eyes were about to bulge out, that they could barely scream, and that they were rolling on the ground in agony.

This is a two-way journey between criminals from hundreds of years ago and criminals from hundreds of years later.

"Tsk!"

Laoji clicked its tongue. It was someone who would never have played such a torture game before. It had long since reformed, and even before it reformed, when it was still an evil invader, its methods would never have been so ruthless.

It's all the fault of these evil high-ranking officials; they've turned this place into a moral low ground. Alas, they are utterly despicable.

What kind of evil could make the great God of War so cruel? It's enough to make men speechless and women weep!

Yuki Tsukishiro was completely preoccupied with other matters.

When her kin were resurrected, Yukishiro was instantly transformed. The longing she had held for hundreds of years burst forth, causing her to rush over and embrace each of her people, hugging one after another.

They weren't even satisfied with just hugging one person at a time; they started hugging three or four at once, or even more people together.

The resurrected witches, as well as the three great witches who were pulled back, basically chose to turn a blind eye and not look at or listen to the evil humans who were tortured and killed by the prisoner. They cheered and celebrated each other's resurrection and the joy of seeing the great witches again.

Although the other three great witches had largely let go of their hatred for humanity during the hundreds of years they had been on the run, they could never let go of their feelings for their relatives and fellow countrymen.

Even after being killed by humans and resurrected, the witches remain pure and kind, unwilling and unable to kill humans.

But it's Laoji who's making the move now, not them.

Even though a significant portion of them still felt compassion for these evil humans after being killed once, they would absolutely not plead for them now, because the one who did it, Laoji, was their clan's greatest benefactor.

No matter how kind you are, you shouldn't go against the benefactor who saved all your relatives and friends just to save the person who killed you!

Nikaido Shiro and Sakura Emma were also moved by the atmosphere and were deeply touched. Then, without them even realizing it, they were hugged by Tsukishiro Yuki.

This is Yuki's response and reply to their concern for her.

If her people cannot return, Yuki Tsukishiro might have reservations, might have reservations about their human identities, and might even have a moment of madness after killing those evil human leaders and then want to destroy the world—of course, at that time, Rakuki can just slap her and she'll come to her senses.

But now that all her compatriots have been resurrected, Yuki is clean and can embrace her two human friends without any resentment.

"Kill me, kill me, kill me!!!"

On one side, there was the joyful reunion; on the other, there was the painful torment. The evil human leaders were furious.

Now, instead of thinking, "If only I hadn't done those things," they're thinking, "Why are the witches so lucky?" and "Why are the Kirieloids so powerful?"

There is no evil more unrepentant than this.

With a light snort, Lao Ji waved his hand, and in an instant, all the high-ranking human officials and evil armies on all the islands exploded and vanished into thin air.

Listening to those annoying sounds of suffering is fine for a quick venting, but listening to them for too long just turns them into pure noise and tortures your ears.

The entire witch island fell silent, and the entire human race was cleansed of a great deal of sin.

Lao Ji stood on the shore, hands behind his back, not saying a word, just humming and muttering to himself, gazing into the distance.

"Mr. Ki is the best, the most amazing! Ki is invincible, invincible!" Behind them, thirteen human girls and witches cheered shrewdly, praising Ki.

Nikaido Shiro thought to himself, "Ah, but with so many high-ranking humans dead, things will get chaotic in no time, won't they?"

Of course, she wholeheartedly supports killing these things, though some of her thoughts just wander.

"Hmph... The organization has made its decision. Nikaido Hiro, you will be the priestess of the original god, and debut as the ruler of the world!"

Witch Trial, Divine Right of Kings, a Grand Serialized Novel!

Volume 1: Chapter 512. The Black Bullet, The Elegant Gentleman's Question

512. A black bullet, an elegant gentleman's question.

Look, in that faraway place, the divine right of kings has occurred, and the Christian cult is spreading terrifyingly, but no one in another world knows about this horror.

Because the terrifying tyrant monster Tyrant—or perhaps not, it was someone above the terrifying tyrant monster Tyrant—is eyeing another Earth in a terrifying, evil, horrible, dark way, far more ferocious than the Kirieloids.

In this peaceful, ordinary, and beautiful world of blue skies and white clouds, the sun rises brightly, and along with it, there is also a guy who wants to stay in bed longer.

"My name is Rentaro Satomi, 16 years old, son of Takaharu Satomi and Maikaze Satomi, former soldier of the 787th Mechanized Special Forces of the Eastern Army of the Ground Self-Defense Force, adopted son and apprentice of Kikunojo Tendo, police officer, ranked 12452nd on the IP list..."

"What are you talking about, Rentaro?"

"What I mean is, I don't want to get up early to go to school anymore. I have enough identities already. I don't want to go to school. I want to ditch my high school student identity. Let me stay in bed! Let me stay in bed!"

"Oh no! Rentaro has swine fever! Ahhh! Sow Kisara, hurry up and drag this crazy Rentaro out of bed! Otherwise, if he doesn't go to school, that sow will definitely use this to blackmail Rentaro into doing all sorts of things to him!"

"Pfft, what's going on in your head, you ten-year-old brat, you idiot Yeonju!"

"Wait—why did you actually listen to Enju? President Kisara! No, no, I don't want to get out of bed!"

In short, this is the daily routine that Rentaro Satomi experiences almost every day, the beginning of his everyday life.

The beautiful, straight-haired, black-haired President Kisara Tendo is the president of the police company I work for. Without a doubt, she loves me deeply and likes me. Not a single second is she not thinking about being with me, making noises and doing all sorts of things with me.

Similarly, without a doubt, the little brat Enju, who is only 10 years old, is not only my best partner, but also, like President Kisara, a girl who admires me every day, revolves around me, and always wants to have sex with me.

Actually, they only wake me up so they can take advantage of me by touching my eight-pack abs when they pull back my blanket, to satisfy their lust.

After all, I'm a person of integrity—cough cough, okay, actually I'm just a coward. Although I know they like me, I just don't dare to talk to them about anything, don't ask why, it's not Yang Wei, it's just that kind of person I am.

Okay, I'm up now. I'm heading to the most refreshing spot in the house, the bathroom. It's so beautiful! Oh dear, let's take a look at the incomparably beautiful, world's number one black-haired, long-haired President Kisara.

"Rentaro, you'll be late for school if you don't go now!"

"Huh? Time flies! Oh no, let's go, let's hurry, Yeonju!"

With a classic bread slice dangling from his mouth, Rentaro Satomi hopped on his bicycle and pedaled furiously, panting heavily, until he finally managed to get the person to school.

That was a primary school.

That's right. Every morning, he would first send his partner, Aihara Enju, to elementary school, and then go to his own high school.

"Bye-bye, Rentaro!"

Yeonju also had a piece of classic bread in her mouth.

She has her own life and her own friends in elementary school. Ah, just thinking about it makes me so happy. Such a life is truly wonderful!

Of course, I also have my own life and my own friends... well, calling them friends might not be the right word.