What witch? The Deadly Pharmacist!

The knights, who were defending on the outside, turned to support the inside, and the watchtowers also concentrated their firepower on Lamia.

But just as their defenses were breached, a carriage brought by Leon was opened, and Lena manipulated a pack of wolves to jump down from the carriage and charge at the knights, with Leon and the others following in turn.

The battle lasted only about five minutes before Leon tore through the watchtower's defenses and reunited with Lamia.

"Leon!" Lamia's face lit up with delight as soon as she saw Leon.

Although everything went according to plan, Lamia was still a little nervous when she escaped from prison alone. After all, if Leon broke his promise or things didn't go smoothly, it would be difficult for her. Choosing to trust Leon was actually a gamble for her.

Seeing Leon appear as promised, she was naturally delighted. However, she didn't notice the change in the expressions of the others behind Leon when they saw her expression.

Chapter 675 The Great Witch's Reunion

"Alright, Archbishop of Windsor, this is just a political struggle. You don't want to die here for no reason, do you?"

After suppressing the Lamia cell block, Leon spoke to the deputy warden who was bound hand and foot in chains.

Meanwhile, another defeated deputy warden was given a potion and lost consciousness. He, along with a group of other wardens who were also unconscious, were put on a prison van and sent to their cells.

The battle didn't last long. With Lamia breaking through the prison's defenses from the inside, Leon and his men basically stormed in.

Even Leon himself hadn't anticipated Lamia's combat strength. He had been thinking that although Lamia's blessing power was above that of an ordinary third-tier witch, her rebirth blessing wasn't that suitable for combat. He had assumed that if she didn't receive timely support, Lamia would also be in a tough fight.

But in reality, Lamia's demon form is ridiculously strong. In terms of combat performance, it's more accurate to say that her demon form is an incomplete dragon-woman than a snake-woman. After all, the scales and bones of snake-women in the records are not as tough as hers, which can stop bullets. You also have to consider her power, which can rival that of high-level monsters, and the aura of majesty that can make people feel instinctive fear.

The Blessing of Rebirth not only grants Lamia a self-healing ability akin to immortality, but also allows her body to rapidly generate blood, creating a large number of monsters, and these monsters are of higher level, with more than ten level three monsters being created at once.

Leon and his team didn't actually do much work; Lamia alone took care of most of the defenses here, and even the two deputy wardens with second-tier blessings were helpless against her.

The Church did not fully grasp the special relationship between Lamia and Queen Alice, nor did it have a comprehensive understanding of the full extent of her power. It now appears that the Church's level of surveillance over her is still too low. Once the security door of this prison area is opened, if Lamia wants to break through containment and escape from the prison, the prison may not be able to stop her.

Let Leon observe and evaluate for himself. If he doesn't use time acceleration and relies solely on the witch's power to fight, he probably wouldn't be a match for Lamia.

"Die, you apostate! If you have the guts, just kill me! Reinforcements will be here soon. Your apostasy is already widely known, and the Cardinals will soon recognize that you are Fenrir!" Archbishop Windsor, the Deputy Warden, righteously denounced Leon.

Warden Malor was absent, leaving only an order to remove Leon from his post and place him under surveillance. Neither of the remaining two deputy wardens expected that Leon would choose to directly storm the prison.

In the chaos, the two deputy wardens, due to their limited authority, were unable to issue unified orders to the entire prison, while Leon was well-prepared. Although they had reached an agreement on holding the Lamia cell block, they did not expect that even the Great Witch would side with Leon. In just over ten minutes, they suffered a crushing defeat. With the commander and the main guards captured by Leon, the prison had effectively fallen under his control.

“There aren’t many people with such backbone in the church anymore.” Princess Freyde came to Leon’s side and removed her mask.

"Princess Fred?" Archbishop Windsor's eyes widened in surprise. She had heard about the princess, but she never expected that the princess would personally participate in Leon's plan to suppress the prison.

"So, this is nothing more than a political struggle. Whether or not one apostates is simply a matter for the Cardinals to decide in a meeting. Unfortunately, such political stances can change at any time. The key is which faction wins in the end." Leon stepped forward and pinched the Archbishop of Windsor's chin. "The Warden isn't back for the time being. Whom did you ask for help from?"

Warden Malor is currently tied up with the Church of the Mystic God and is unable to contact the prison authorities or arrive immediately.

Leon was well aware of the rigidity of the church's procedures. Orders always required multiple levels of approval. If someone lacked the authority or was not in charge, a matter would reach a stalemate. Without the warden's order, the prison could not directly use its authority to request reinforcements from other parishes.

However, if the approval for support to Santa Rosalia prison were granted by the heads of other parishes, reinforcements could still arrive. But getting the news from there and then getting approval to gather manpower would never be as fast as the suppression in Leon.

That being said, waiting for them to be ready to send the person over would still be an extra hassle for Leon.

"Go to hell!" Archbishop of Windsor glared fiercely at Leon.

“It’s most likely the Northern Diocese where the main church of the Church of the Creator is located, which is most closely associated with St. Rosalia Prison.” Vess, her face covered, leaned closer to Leon to remind him. Having worked there for a long time, she knew the prison-related departments best.

"No more time to waste." After saying that, Leon blindfolded the Archbishop of Windsor with a strip of cloth, stuffed a gag into her mouth to force her to open it, and then pushed her to Lena.

Lena and he worked together skillfully, pouring a test tube of blood into the Archbishop of Windsor's throat. The Archbishop of Windsor shuddered and let out a muffled cry.

Rena transformed into a succubus, and her strange aura began to affect the Archbishop of Windsor. He screamed and struggled, as if trying to drive away the hypnotic power that had entered his mind, but his struggles quickly weakened. In the end, the Archbishop of Windsor remained kneeling on the ground, bound, with saliva drooling from his forced-open mouth.

Leon removed the instruments of torture and the blindfold; the Archbishop of Windsor's gaze was already vacant.

"Make her tell us where she sought help from, then contact them and say that the situation here has been completely suppressed and there is no need to send reinforcements," Leon instructed.

“If the other party repeatedly confirms her hypnotic state, they should become suspicious,” Lena warned.

"It's enough to hold them off a little longer. The teleportation array will be under our control soon, and they won't be able to send reinforcements from outside," Leon said.

“My men are already waiting for orders outside the prison. Once they find the teleportation array, they can be in position in just fifteen minutes,” Princess Fred interjected. “The teleportation arrays in all the parishes are basically set up by the Church of the Mystic God. Trust our technology.”

"The teleportation array is located under the tower in the center of the prison. We'll lock up the resisters and then leave," Leon said.

“Before that, Leon…” Lamia, who had been waiting not far away, spoke up.

When she spoke, everyone looked at her, and they had to look up at her.

Even after she reverted to her demon form, her over two-meter-tall body still drew attention, standing among the group like a tall coconut tree on a shrub-covered island.

"What's wrong?" Leon asked.

"Tell me first, what's the deal with this woman?" Lamia asked warily, pointing to Dorothy, who was following behind Leon and wearing a guard's uniform with her face covered.

With her blessing, she could sense that this woman's life form was completely different from others, even somewhat... strange.

But strangely enough, Lamia didn't feel unfamiliar with it; on the contrary, she felt very familiar with it.

Before Leon could react, Dorothy burst into laughter and removed her mask: "You can recognize me even through the disguise, Your Highness. I am truly flattered."

"Dolucy!?" Lamia was stunned.

Chapter 676 The Trouble-Maker Dorothy

Lamia was quite shocked, even somewhat terrified, upon seeing Dorothy.

No wonder she sensed something unusual about this woman's life form. After being modified multiple times by her own chimera, Dorothy's body was naturally quite different from that of an ordinary person.

In Lamia's eyes, all the other great witches are pawns of her sister, Queen Alice, and Dorothy is the commander of the Nemesis Organization, probably always on Queen Alice's orders, searching for a way to sneak into the prison and assassinate her.

And now, this woman has gone to prison with Leon!

"Liar!" With a hurt expression, she glared at Leon and backed away. "You said you would never betray me, but you still sided with him!"

Faced with this situation, her first reaction was that Leon had ultimately sided with Queen Alice, and that bringing Dorothy into prison was actually a way to get rid of him.

"You've misunderstood. Dorothy is on our side for now," Leon immediately explained. He hadn't expected Lamia to be able to see through Dorothy so easily, and to have such a strong reaction to the other Great Witches.

"What nonsense are you spouting? She's my sister's henchman planted in the Empire. You brought her here to kill me, didn't you?" Lamia was still agitated.

"Sister Lamia, calm down! Brother Leon would never lie to you, I can absolutely guarantee that." Melissa also joined Leon in trying to persuade him.

Lamia glanced at Melissa's clear yet determined eyes and regained a little composure.

“But Dorothy… even if she has a cooperative relationship with you, she would never betray the Witches’ Gathering! She has no reason to help you. You haven’t been deceived by her, have you?” Lamia remained wary.

“Oh, Your Highness, if I intended to kill you, I certainly wouldn’t have appeared before you and aroused your suspicion. With my strength, killing you would probably be a bit presumptuous. And if Mr. Fenrir were to follow Her Majesty the Queen’s orders to kill you, he would have had many better opportunities,” Dorothy interjected with a smile.

Now that she didn't need to pretend for the time being, she simply took out her pipe from under her robe and prepared to light it, but Leon casually snatched it away, giving her a glare and saying, "You can't smoke just anywhere here."

"You're the one who calls the shots here now, how strict you are." Dorothy put her pipe away with a regretful expression.

Lamia looked back and forth between Leon and Dorothy, puzzled, and asked, "What's going on with you two?"

“As I said before, I had a falling out with the Witches’ Gathering. Queen Alice chose to reveal my identity to force me. The one who carried out the plan was Dorothy. Dorothy had different opinions from Queen Alice on this matter, but she didn’t dare to disobey. In the end, she chose to put on a show of being forced by me to support me,” Leon explained.

"This...don't you have any doubts?" Lamia's eyes widened as she pointed at Dolucy. "This person is the head of Moyland's spies. Lying is as natural to her as breathing!"

"I never expected to receive such high praise from His Highness for my work. I wish His Majesty thought so too," Dorothy said with a smile.

"I wasn't praising you!" Lamia said irritably.

“I didn’t completely trust Dorothy, but she saw through my plan early on, and at that time, she didn’t choose to tell Queen Alice. To be honest, that helped us a lot; without her, we would be in a much worse situation now,” Leon explained.

“Your Highness, my loyalty to Her Majesty the Queen is for the sake of the country, but that doesn’t mean I agree that every decision Her Majesty makes is beneficial to the country. In the matter of dealing with Mr. Fenrir, I do not agree with her approach. The same applies to your situation. I do not want Her Majesty to lose her humanity for the sake of her goals.” Dorothy looked at Lamia meaningfully.

Lamia was moved by what she heard. She could also imagine that not everyone at the witch gathering agreed with her sister who had become obsessed because of a long-standing grudge. It was just that the great witches had all been infected with the blood of Queen Alice's curse.

"Is this all worth risking your life for? If you're discovered, you're certain to die. You'd take such a huge risk to help Leon achieve his goal; that's a betrayal of the Witches' Gathering!" Lamia still harbored a hint of doubt.

“Her Majesty’s decisions are quite disappointing right now, and I really don’t see much hope. Both the Witches’ Gathering and the Norn Church have given Mr. Fenrir an opportunity to take advantage of us. I think it’s most appropriate to do him a favor at this stage and bet some chips on him. If he wins in the end, I will have a chance to fight for Moilland’s interests. If he fails, I will also have a chance to get out unscathed. Since I was ‘forced’, it’s understandable.” Dorothy explained to Lamia.

"Even you approve of him?" Lamia blinked.

Even Dorothy acknowledges that Leon has the opportunity and the right to earn the power to stand on equal footing with her sister.

“That’s right, Your Highness, I see he’s a good man, just like you.” Dorothy said meaningfully. “Rest assured, Mr. Fenrir and I have had a thorough discussion and have established a very deep relationship of trust.”

Upon hearing this, Lamia's expression changed, and when she looked at Leon again, her eyes became somewhat indignant: "Didn't you fall for her honey trap? What did you do? Tell me!"

As soon as she asked this question, the other women in the audience also perked up their ears, eager to hear what was going on.

But before Leon could speak, Dorothy interjected, "I did hope he would get it, but in the end, we were the ones who got it more often. You feel the same way, don't you, Your Highness?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!?" Lamia was at a loss for words, and her face turned a little red.

"Didn't you notice how happy you looked when you saw Mr. Fenrir? And the way you looked so hurt when you thought he had betrayed you... it was truly a masterpiece," Dorothy teased with a laugh. "Besides, if I had to say something, did you really need to be so concerned about my allergic reaction to Mr. Fenrir?"

"Dorothy, do you want to die?" Lamia roared, her whole body trembling.

"Look, he's gotten angry and embarrassed. The prince I used to know wasn't this emotionally unstable," Dorothy continued to spout off.

"Can you please stop causing trouble?" Leon couldn't help but persuade Dorothy.

“We were just a hair’s breadth away from revealing His Highness’s true feelings. I’m doing this to help you, Mr. Fenrir,” Dorothy said with a smile.

Chapter 677 I'm a Princess Too!

As soon as Dorothy finished speaking, a flying snake suddenly swooped towards her.

Dorothy, however, was prepared and dodged it by ducking her head.

"Oh dear, look how dangerous this is!" Dorothy, who had been ambushed, laughed instead, looking at Lamia who was controlling the monster.

“Talking nonsense will make you dangerous.” Lamia glared at her fiercely.

"Stop fighting amongst yourselves. Dorothy, be quiet for a moment." Leon stopped them. "Miss Lamia, gather those flying snakes away first."

With such a large number of level-three monsters, especially the poisonous kind, leaving them unattended could increase unnecessary casualties.

“Okay, darling, I’ll do whatever you say,” Dorothy said immediately in a sweet, coquettish tone.

At that moment, not only Lamia, but also the others listening in frowned in displeasure.

“Leon, you should know that this woman is not trustworthy, right? If she can temporarily defy the will of the witches' gathering to help you, then conversely, she may also abandon you at any time,” Lamia said earnestly to Leon.

“I agree with that. It’s understandable that Dorothy is betting on you, but if that’s the case, she will betray you without hesitation the day your chances of winning decrease,” Princess Frederick chimed in.

Lamia glanced at Fred, only now noticing that almost all of Leon's closest companions were women.

Despite the two men's direct warnings, Dorothy showed no remorse and instead laughed even harder.

“I’m well aware that Dorothy could betray us at any time, and our cooperation is based on that premise. Our cooperation is based on value. What we’re about to do will undoubtedly invite direct sanctions from the Witches’ Gathering. With or without Dorothy’s help, the odds of winning will be worlds apart, so I think it’s worth taking this risk,” Leon explained.

After he said that, Lamia and Freyde had no way to refute it. Indeed, with Queen Alice as their hypothetical opponent, without Dolucy's intelligence, they probably wouldn't have many opportunities.

"Hehe, there's a tacit understanding between Mr. Fenrir and me, an understanding that transcends personal boundaries," Dorothy laughed, which drew displeased glances from the crowd.

"Can't you just be quiet for a moment? How about you sew your mouth shut with your sutures first?" Leon was getting exasperated by Dorothy's constant provocations.

“If I sew my mouth shut, I won’t be able to provide you with important information, such as the seal of Astartes,” Dorothy chuckled.

"You know about the seal of Astartes?" Lamia looked at Dorothy suspiciously.

“Your Highness, I know you conducted a lot of investigations after escaping Moilland, but I think your understanding is not as comprehensive as mine. Regarding the power of Saint Astartes, the records left behind by ancient Eland are probably more in-depth and comprehensive than those left by Norn himself. Moilland has been investigating the Great Labyrinth for many years, and I know the intelligence accumulated from this investigation better than anyone else,” Dorothy said confidently.

"Do your enemies know you better than your friends?" Leon thought of this proverb.

Dorothy's statement that Moyland knew more about Astartes than the Empire might sound strange at first, but upon closer examination, it wasn't entirely without merit.

Astartes was an enemy of Erland, and Astartes even personally commanded the attack on Erland.

The people of Eland actually experienced the power of Saint Astartes more deeply, and the records from that time should still be preserved on the Moirand side.

“No, that’s exactly right.” Dorothy raised an eyebrow at Leon.

“But we’ve already taken control of the prison, and you still haven’t given me this information.” Leon looked back at Dorothy.

While he was taking control of the prison, news of his suspected apostasy would soon spread to other parishes.

Although he could publicly claim that he was rebelling against Warden Malor's unwarranted arrest, the Church of War would certainly realize that he might use the teleportation array to attack other parishes.

In fact, while he was suppressing the Santa Rosalia prison, Johnny's side had already used their troops to effectively control the unsuspecting River Valley County, placed the local governor under house arrest, and then the main force quickly entered Redwood County to join the local mercenary forces, heading straight for the Southeastern Archdiocese.

Having secured the teleportation array at Santa Rosalia Prison, they took a short rest before setting off.