The Witch's Imaginary Land: Redemption Comes After Sticking Together

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Her skills and talent are not perfect; she can almost see her limits.

“What you cannot change, what I cannot reach, is what has led Fran to where he is today, Keva Miller.”

If Keva Miller hadn't been so noble, if Theresa's talents had been more than that, would things have come to this?

Theresa seemed to sigh, or perhaps murmur, as she glanced into the distance one last time, smiled contentedly, and prepared to enter the funeral she had meticulously planned—a funeral that was grand enough!

An invisible blade ripped through the sky; the proud space felt so small, and it was unclear what force had utterly crushed it.

The witches who had surrounded Theresa scattered, their hands still moving, unaffected by the sharp blades.

Theresa continued forward nonchalantly; today, she would not retreat even a single step.

Because ahead of her, at the farthest point in the distance, lies the place where her heart first fluttered.

Keva Miller once took the candy from her mouth and handed it to the crying little witch; today, she will take her place and cleanse Fran of its filth!

The wound cut across Theresa's face, but she did not stop or defend herself.

Her eyes lowered slightly, and she raised her hand, playing the first note of this funeral, the prelude to the massacre of those weaker witches!

It sounded like the buzzing of bees.

The blade, carrying Theresa's unwavering and resolute will, coldly cleaved through the witch's life force, bringing a death that should never have existed.

"My passion can only be cooled by death."

"Kill her! We must kill Theresa, or the battle lines will surely collapse!!!" the other witches shouted, ignoring the deaths of those around them, as cold as frost elves.

Currently, the alliance led by Theresa still holds the advantage on the outside front, since other nobles are unwilling to be coerced.

The other noblemen remained silent, and the Great Witch did not need to distort her own heart or hypocritically offer her loyalty. The rudimentary form of the society had already begun to spread uncontrollably.

Now is the greatest opportunity to change the course of the war. As long as Theresa is dead, as long as the Alliance is without her cooperation and command, what difference is there between them and other societies?

Therefore, she must die here!

"My only remaining pride is my deepest ego."

"Everyone, attack her together!" The great witches, who were secretly plotting their attack, secretly compromised and suddenly launched a deadly attack together.

A faint yet deadly power, coupled with the constraints of countless twisted rules, created a death cage for Theresa.

She simply smiled, raised her baton high, and pressed it down as if to remove noise!

Tearing, death, shock—these images flashed before the eyes of the other great witches.

Theresa didn't dodge at all, stubbornly eliminating the other witches!

"So-called freedom, so-called honor, will be sung in death."

"She's seriously injured, and Eva and the Dragon Queen's reinforcements have arrived. Everyone, get ready!" Here, thanks to Theresa's relentless advance, those pseudo-Great Witches were actually dying piecemeal, and there weren't many left.

They remained calm, even keenly aware of Theresa's condition, and suddenly drew their knives.

Witches are all crazy; it's just a matter of who can be crazier.

They also have their own paths, but unfortunately, Theresa stands in their way, so she must die!

"Silent people of France, have you rediscovered your value amidst this blood and tears?"

"Stop, Theresa! You're doomed to lose, why keep being so stubborn?"

Looking at Eva and the Dragon Queen who arrived, and the suppressed anger in their melancholy, it was as if they were questioning the betrayal of someone they trusted, or as if they were mourning for her.

Theresa laughed, feeling her body gradually being bound and the Dragon Queen's overwhelming rage, letting the blood from the corner of her mouth drip onto the grass.

Tick.

The grass was bent over for a moment, but then more grass suddenly raised its head in unison, stubbornly facing the raging wind and wildfire, gradually uniting.

"We...we were never cowards..."

Theresa murmured her last words and fell forward. Her chest was already torn open and empty, and her body was covered in wounds, revealing her bones.

Ultimately, they were all only at the first level of the Great Witch, and the difference wasn't so great that it couldn't be exempted by sheer numbers.

But, in a daze, Theresa used the last bit of her strength to slightly raise her head, her gaze passing over Keva Miller, past the sky, past that narrow-minded, fearful, and even escapist version of herself.

She gave a final smile.

At the cost of his own life, he slaughtered all the other great witches at the hands of Eva and the Dragon Queen, leaving behind tens of thousands of corpses that were enough to change the fate of Fran.

Guide that venting roar to an outlet, transform it into a final chorus, and continue to sing...

The funeral was not peaceful, but it was too quiet.

Only tears remained in my eyes, never falling.

Chapter 421 The Wave Knight, and the Knight Who Withstood the Giant Wave

"Did you hear the singing?" Staring at the defensive line formed by the alliance led by Theresa, Blake, who had been floating in the distance, suddenly frowned and spoke to the person next to him.

"What's that sound?" The other person looked around in confusion, gripping their staff warily, but the surroundings remained deserted.

After confirming that there was nothing unusual around her, she looked at Blake suspiciously.

"Are you kidding me? I, Simonia, am not some witch who can be easily fooled."

Blake glanced sideways at the hothead, wanting to sigh.

"Just consider it my imagination, but... we're about to have a tough battle ahead. Are you ready?"

"Of course! I secretly slipped away from my sisters in the Holy Temple to come with you and tear down this defense line. How could I not be prepared?"

Simonia spoke with confidence, wearing the same bronze armor as Blake, covering her entire body except for her excited eyes.

Blake was speechless. She wanted to ask why the other party was so confident that she could evade the sight of several great witches and successfully meet up with her.

Even though Simonia is also a great witch, her strength is still inferior to that of Black now. She is one of the witches whose power was artificially elevated by the gift.

Blake, on the other hand, was the seventh nobleman of Fran, who had been honestly accumulating experience and was only one step away from becoming the Great Witch. After creating great achievements in foreign wars, he became the true Great Witch.

There are quite a few people as strong as Blake in the Temple, so it's obvious that Simonia was released by someone else.

After all... no one in the Temple was really at ease.

Blake sighed softly. She had only recently joined the Temple, but she could already sense the will within it and their determination to ensure the peace of Fran.

It was only by forcefully preventing them from joining the civil war that they were barely held back.

But how long can this surrender, stemming from trust in the person being spoken to, last?

Blake didn't want to think about it; she just wanted to sigh. War was never a good thing; it was destined to bring sacrifice, no matter which side it was on.

She looked at Simonia, who was carrying the Temple's probing of the Alliance, and suddenly felt like laughing.

Perhaps, those within the Temple also want to use this war to express their own voices.

As expected of...France.

Every witch has her own ideas, and she's incredibly stubborn about them.

Blake suppressed his smile and began to gaze at the distant, pitch-black behemoth.

The nobles in the alliance naturally like to stick together, and their territories are very close to each other, making it easy for them to unite strategically and form an impregnable fortress.

The nobles of Fran, in particular, value honor, and most of their subjects are true old Fran witches who all dream of restoring that Fran.

Therefore, the only way to break through their defenses is through verbal attacks, not by fighting them step by step.

Even a great witch would find it extremely difficult to infiltrate a fortified city alone and cause damage, or to launch a coordinated attack from within, without breaking through the defenses.

After all, the one who knows the witch best is only another witch.

Unlike external wars, each line of defense is not a simple consumable, but an abyss that embodies the wisdom and determination of witches.

The only way to fill the void is with lives, whether they belong to the enemy or to our own.

Blake raised her two-handed greatsword. Since arriving here, she had not wavered. This was the witch, who would not waver even knowing danger or a trap.

"Now that you're ready, let's tear this place apart together, Simone."

The cold voice provoked Simonia to burst into laughter. She pressed down on her staff, fell a step behind, and kept up closely with Blake's pace.

A single great witch might be able to tear through the defenses, but she is extremely likely to perish along with them. However, with the assistance and support of another great witch, things will be much better.

This was the real reason Blake was waiting for her to come, and Simone knew it perfectly well. After all, although she was a bit slow-witted, she was by no means stupid.

However, the abyss before them seemed even colder than they were.

Completely disregarding costs and expenses, they piled up materials and magic without any reason, and the resulting Heavenly Curtain was just the simplest appetizer, even though it was ten meters thick.

Even more dangerous are the ubiquitous arrays, the witches stationed here, and the level 7 and above creatures that have been enslaved.

Neither Blake nor Simonia felt at ease, especially since they had to finish the battle within half an hour and completely annihilate all of the enemy's witches.

The Great Witches do not garrison any line of defense. Their numbers are far too few compared to villages and cities, and they are more adept at destruction than protection.

Therefore, the alliance's plan was to rely on the Great Witch as the main force to actively occupy other villages and cities, while leaving a very small number of Great Witches as a fire brigade to delay the time when their own home was destroyed.

It has a bit of a base-trading tactic and a blitzkrieg strategy feel to it, but the core concepts are different.

The alliance knew very well that their only way to win this battle was to first eliminate the Great Witch outside the alliance and change Fran's status in terms of cutting-edge power.

Destroying the enemy is the core of the strategy.

But for Blake and his team, only by first breaching the Alliance's home base could they suppress the enemy's momentum and strategies.

The difficulty of eliminating traitors is vastly different from that of eliminating homeless rats, especially since the French, represented by Blake and her group, completely overwhelms the alliance in terms of raw power; they are simply not united enough.

As long as the Alliance's home base is destroyed, no matter how much they struggle, it will only lead to a slow death.

Foreign wars have purged hatred but also ignited other thoughts in the hearts of many. This war against the alliance is just the beginning.

Blake didn't know how many more times this wandering knight could "roam" the battlefield, but she did know...

From this moment on, she will use her own life to resist the march of the times that will engulf the innocent, until death.

Every witch has the right to seek her own death, but war is too ruthless. They should at least be given time to think, rather than slowly clarifying their thoughts during the war.

Blake drew his sword not for the great witches, but for the many more witches beneath them.

"Silver... Cliff!"

Black and Simonia arrived in front of the Sky Curtain almost instantly. Before the witch guarding the place could react, Black had already mobilized all his magic power and launched an attack!

Under Blake's will, the intricate array patterns around him turned silver and lost their original spirituality.