Witch: Accumulate Experience Through The Knight Breathing Technique

Chapter 3105: Chapter 637: Daughter of Sauron (Happy May Day, Double Monthly Tickets Please) (5)

"Please keep it for me."

Andrea did not take it. She said:

"I still have a bottle of Rejuvenation Potion, it can restore Spiritual Origin."

Ma Wen shook his head.

"Don’t waste the divine medicine; Death is not my end, but the beginning of my journey toward the new worlds. We can win this battle. We’ll meet again in the new worlds. Go, help the others... And protect yourself; attacking without defending can’t last."

With these words, Ma Wen’s form dissipated.

Sixty-six Marks of Truth vanished into heaven and earth, the primordial soul crumbled, spiritual force dispersed, gentle sea winds carrying the zither’s song and melody swept across the battlefield, washing away the exhaustion of countless warriors.

Singer who summons the sea wind, Holy Master who commands the mountain mists!

Mist Sky Guardian, has fallen.

"See you in the new worlds."

The Wind Empress murmured, then struck out toward other battlefields.

The Sea Wind Zither raised a blue barrier, automatically acting as her protector—this was Ma Wen’s final Ripple Slash. Over the years, he and Andrea had attacked and defended as one, perfectly in tune.

Now, as the music ends, the people disperse.

Soon after.

On the battlefield near Hera.

A mountain-like, flaming figure crashed down; it was already headless, its life force corroded by some dark power, and in an instant, it turned to a withered corpse.

Before its last breath faded—

Fire Giant King Guman threw the [Flame Soul] sword from his hand.

"Give this sword to Thousand-Eyed..."

The three remaining Giant Kings of mountain, wind, and water glared with rage; the four brothers had endured thousands of years of storms together, never parted until now.

"Damn you, Nightmare! Fuck you!"

"Guman, don’t die!"

Raffi put away Flame Soul, picking up his brother’s remains.

"Chase! Avenge Guman!"

In this war that felt like the end of the world—

Such scenes, played out again and again.

...

A month passed.

Nora Calendar, Year 3500.

The protracted final battle raged on.

Chaotic Heaven Saint, Mist Sky Guardian, Fire Giant King, and in total six Nora and Underworld powerhouses had fallen. Up to now, thirty Nightmare Monarchs perished!

...

In the blink of an eye—

Twelve years passed.

The war in the Land of Darkness grew ever fiercer.

Casualties became mere numbers.

Through the efforts of Levi and Emmon,

The expansion of the Disaster World slowed, but still could not be completely curbed. At this rate, within fifty years, it would spread to Nora and consume her borderlands.

Before Nora Calendar 3600, Nora’s entire territory could be swallowed.

Nightmare means to perish together!

Hera’s place of ascension had become a melee field—a meat grinder.

For more than ten years now, many Level 10 Strongman perished annually, mainly Nightmare Monarchs, but Nora and the Underworld also suffered deaths, though obviously less frequently than the former.

After all, their overall strength surpassed the Nightmares by a great margin.

And with the ancient tower as their life-saving trump card,

To defeat the Nightmares while preserving most of Nora’s strength is not a fantasy—the crux is destroying the Disaster World, eradicating the Supreme!

...

At the same time—

Star Realm Ruins Sea.

The Lord of Storms gathered All Gods, the threat of the insects gradually receded; already five hundred Gods had answered the call, waiting for the Star Ancestor to free himself and descend in power upon Nora!

In the Deep astral world,

The exile ritual of Star Ancestor and the two Supreme incarnations was nearing its end.

Now was the crucial moment, allowing for no distraction.

The star realm’s top ten strongest had gathered here: Lord of Chaos, Sovereign of Ten Thousand Gold, Blood Fire Dominator, Heavenly Father, and more, all beings who shake the Multidimensional Plane!

Suddenly, strange bloodwater dripped from the sky.

Where each droplet landed, a figure manifested—a handsome, long-haired man. He drew a bow in the Void, crimson power gathering in his right hand, which formed into a Blood Arrow.

The bow arched like a full moon, the arrow flashed like a meteor!

With a swish,

The Blood Arrow pierced ten thousand ages, bearing endless resentment, and exploded forth!

"Old bastard, long time no see!"