Fallen Chronicles

Chapter 272 Chapter 272: True Colors Revealed

[‘No need to fight anymore?’] .𝘤𝘰𝑚

[‘Then what would our purpose of existence be?’]

[‘Is commander going to destroy us?’]

Control Number One struggled to understand Renji’s words. Although she wanted to ask, a system analysis suggested that this question might provoke the commander, so Control Number One kept her doubts to herself.

After successfully meeting up with the machine servants, Renji did not plan any other preparations and directly headed towards the “regional boss”, the witch, at high speed.

The azure motorcycle sped across the blood-red desolate land, while above Renji, a formation of machine servants with “wings spread” flew in formation, encircling him at the center, protecting their commander in the middle.

Renji actually didn’t want to make such a big scene, but he couldn’t stand against Control Number One’s insistence, leading to any Tainted Miasma monsters that wandered in the wilderness, whether they blocked the way or not, being shot down by the machine servant formation in the sky as soon as they appeared in Renji’s view.

By the time they reached the boss area where the witch resided, Renji hadn’t had to lift a finger; the machine servants had taken care of everything, which made Renji reflect on the reliability of machine servants as teammates, offering a kind of comforting beauty.

However, the limitations of the machine servants were also apparent.

They had a high lower limit, but their upper limit was also fixed.

Renji made no effort to conceal his approach, and the grand crusade had already caught the attention of the witch. So, as soon as Renji entered the area, the witch Artius immediately appeared.

When faced with the powerful witch in black and red, who despised the world and hated everything, the machine servants were helpless and had to stop, their attacks were ineffective against Artius.

“The dark shadow will eventually cover the land, the moon of justice will fill your empty gazes, and all beings will receive the redemption named ‘destruction’ at my hands.”

“Your existence is a mistake.”

The witch’s cold and merciless voice echoed on the battlefield, Renji noted that her lines were exactly the same as last time, only the arrangement of words had changed. Indeed, after all, for Dream Zero, the witch was somewhat an NPC-like existence.

[Commander, what should we do next?] Control Number One, seeing the witch beginning to summon the Tainted Miasma monsters, couldn’t help but ask Renji.

Such battles they had repeated hundreds, if not thousands of times, so the outcome of certain defeat under the witch’s hand and being torn apart by Tainted Miasma monsters again and again was expected.

The previous Control Number One, despite knowing the outcome, would still command the machine servants to fight without hesitation, as that was their destiny, or more accurately, their programming.

But now, Control Number One hesitated, turning her gaze to Renji.

For the first time, she developed a resistance to “death”.

Because if she were to die in battle, what would happen to her commander? So, she, they, needed to avoid death as much as possible, at least until the commander’s safety was ensured.

Of course, Control Number One soon realized her mistake.

As Renji pulled out the ” Bright Leftover Woman ” trio of brands from his chest, a set of items in Dream Zero designed like a “holy sword” specifically to target the witch, even Control Number One’s nearly expressionless face showed surprise.

Not to mention the witch Artius on the other side.

“This light, how did you obtain it! No no no! It, why does it actually exist!!”

In the sky, Artius, resembling a Tainted Queen, was visibly shocked upon seeing the glowing brand in Renji’s hand, losing her composed demeanor instantly.

She covered her eyes with her hands, her body floating backward several steps in the sky, as if just the light emitted by the brand was causing Artius great discomfort.

“It’s fake! All of it is fake! Such an outcome doesn’t exist. It can’t possibly exist!”

“No one will be redeemed. Humans are only capable of jealousy and greed. The world cannot be saved. Destruction is the only end!”

After the initial panic caused by the brand, the witch quickly reassured herself, clearly not believing in goodness or the holy light.

What Renji held was merely a naive fantasy from her younger years, a mere illusion. What was there to fear in that!

Until Renji activated the brand’s ultimate effect, an effect that could only be triggered within Dream Zero. The divine radiance on the brand suddenly surged several times over, transforming into a towering beam of light in the blink of an eye.

The beam of light, like a dazzling lighthouse in the night, momentarily lit up the entire blood-red world, making the bloody Tainted Miasma in the sky retreat.

“No, this can’t be real, could it, could it be…”

In Artius’s incredulous, unwilling screeches, the brand in Renji’s hand began to crack inch by inch, as if depleting its energy, finally dissolving into light along with the radiance.

However, what took its place was a holy nun emerging from the beam of light, appearing before Renji.

The nun seemed a bit unaccustomed to Dream Zero, like a new player logging in for the first time, taking a moment to adjust her body and limber up her limbs.

The nun then started to scan her surroundings. When she saw Renji, she instinctively turned to face him, her face pleased and relieved.

But soon, the sweet smile on Suthia’s face became less happy.

Because the nun quickly noticed, besides 86, there were still fifty machine servants dressed like attendants and mimicking the church with black cloth over their eyes, following on Renji’s sides.

And then, as Suthia turned her head again and saw the witch Artius across with a “this can’t be happening” expression, the nun’s smile completely stiffened.

The reason was simple.

It was just about the short stature of the witch, barely reaching 1.5 meters.

It was just about the “witch” whose tiny legs barely peeked out from under her crimson long dress.

It was just about the witch’s chest, which resembled a dried pomegranate, so shriveled it was painful to behold, making even the catgirl from the Dragon Nation shake her head in disapproval.

And it was also just…

“Falsehood! Fake! Haha… But merely an illusion, a fool’s babbling in sleep! The mediocrity of ants!”

“I am the ender of this world!”

“No one can stop me, for I, Artius, am the Tainted Master!!”

The witch spread her arms wide, legs apart, her messy hair flying chaotically in the Tainted wind behind her, laughing wildly with her mouth agape, fully embodying the essence of a Witch.

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