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Theresa was amused by her own idea. She snapped out of her reverie, patted Jiang Kehan's shoulder lightly, and offered her advice.
"If you really want to improve, why not try going it alone?"
"With Eva's free intelligence support and the supplies I've provided, you should be capable of handling things on your own."
"War is not as wonderful as others have imagined."
After all, the real danger lies with the witches themselves. Theresa looked up at the growing number of witches who had formed an alliance, as if she could see them falling apart.
Sometimes, it has to be said that the pace of the times can exceed everyone's expectations, moving at an unbelievable speed.
As if deliberately accelerated by someone, Theresa slightly raised her head, glanced at Keva Miller and the other two above who were talking about something, and fell into deep thought.
But none of that was within her consideration; all she could do was add fuel to the fire.
A raging fire that could force Fran to awaken his own will.
Theresa never imagined she could become as cold-blooded as a saint, but she knew that to protect something in this era, she had to give up something else, such as stability.
But what they had in common was that they both resolutely added firewood to the pyre on which they were about to be burned to death.
Jiang Kehan was slightly taken aback when she saw Theresa's kind smile.
To be honest, she didn't expect Theresa to be thinking of her. After all, anyone who wasn't blind could see that she was deliberately distancing herself from her.
But seeing Theresa's earnest gaze, Jiang Kehan could only remain silent and nod in acceptance of her kindness.
She realized that Theresa seemed to want to pull her out of the vortex of the civil war and prevent her from being dragged into it.
Perhaps in their eyes, a witch from the Great Hua Kongdu should never weep for Fran.
Jiang Kehan was happy with this arrangement, as she had long ago made preparations to not interfere in the civil war.
After all, let alone a minor witch, even a true great witch would be cannon fodder in such an intense civil war.
There was an even more important reason. Jiang Kehan looked up at where Keva Miller was, her brows furrowing slightly.
Fran... Is there really no one who can stop this war?
Only Keva Miller herself probably knows the answer. Jiang Kehan felt it was better to be honest, as history would never be shaken by an outsider.
Chapter 385 Whale Fall
The witch is always very fast.
Before the battlefield above had even completely ended, the witches, having completed their initial negotiations, began to take action. After exchanging greetings, they used their own methods to prepare to return and mobilize manpower.
But Jiang Kehan and Aiwa stayed here.
The main problem is that Jiang Kehan really can't go back by herself. This whole thing is just ridiculous!
Eva glanced at Jiang Kehan, who seemed to be deep in thought, sighed slightly, walked up to her, and straightened her clothes.
"Although as your teacher I would love to take you under my wing and mentor you, Theresa is right, you are not suited to be dragged into the war because of me."
Eva and Jiang Kehan looked at each other, their eyes filled with a mixture of helplessness and regret.
"This shouldn't be the future that belongs to you."
"However, I am also very pleased that you have your own ideas, Kehan."
Eva smiled slightly, withdrew her hand, pinched her cheek, and said seriously.
"As your teacher, could you please join me in witnessing this magnificent moment?"
"Go and see, it signifies the moment when the witch truly rises. I've waited far too many years for this."
Eva was somewhat emotional. As the oldest of the noble princes in Fran, the only one who could compare in age to her was Liang Hua of the Great Hua Kingdom. Both of them were witches who had made a name for themselves during their sainthood.
"……,certainly!"
After a brief silence, Jiang Kehan nodded happily, and she and Eva stood shoulder to shoulder, gazing up at the battlefield that was coming to an end.
At this moment, Tyrant Xuyu was too weak to howl. It could only open its remaining single eye and watch as the remaining half of its skeleton, floating above the flames, faced destruction.
But unlike its tragic state, beneath the raging fire, fireflies float, bringing a sense of warmth, like fist-sized sun-drenched dandelions, embodying new life and hope.
"It's eaten way too much." Angelelli looked at the scene with disgust, feeling somewhat nauseous.
"They haven't even fully digested the food they ate before, yet they're already so eager to start eating again. Who taught them to do that?"
Even Liang Hua felt a surge of disgust upon seeing this scene. She closed her eyes slightly and said...
“This is the arrogance that comes from power, Angelette.”
"Often, they are just puppets of power."
Liang Hua felt the rank originating from the [Supreme] gradually dissipating from his body without the slightest regret.
"But we can only be the masters of power, not driven by it. Otherwise, what's the difference between witches and these things?"
Angela remained silent. She looked up at Keva Miller, who had been quietly observing everything, and suddenly asked a question.
"You've already discussed this with Keva Miller?"
"Is this your reason for wanting to start a civil war ahead of schedule?"
Liang Hua shook her head and said softly.
"It's not that we want to start early, but that we have to start early, while we still have the advantage of strength and can intimidate the other witches."
"No one knows how badly the Great Witch will fall in the future, but don't you and I both know one thing very well?"
"Witches are always paranoid and insane; if they were not restrained, they would be the most terrifying nightmares in the world."
Liang Hua looked at Angela, whose expression was slightly cold, and asked her a question with a smile.
"Have you been secretly restricting other witches all this time because of some so-called power?"
Angela clicked her tongue in annoyance and rubbed her face.
"So why do we always have to make things difficult for a 16-year-old?"
Angela complained wearily, but her next words were too faint for Liang Hua to hear: "Can't it just be me who has to sacrifice?"
She was met only with Liang Hua's long silence.
"Because we are expected to do something, expected to bring salvation to others, that's why we have the strength we have now."
Liang Hua also looked at Keva Miller, her gaze somewhat leisurely.
"It's not because we're strong enough that we can be trusted, but because only those who are worthy of the witch's trust can grow strong enough amidst their fanaticism and darkness, isn't that right?"
"You and I would not hesitate to kill a witch who intends to overthrow and slaughter witches. Aren't those who witnessed our growth the same?"
"All we can do is let them go and make sure they don't go off track and become a train to the abyss."
Angela pouted unhappily, complaining as a 16-year-old witch.
“You still spoil them too much. If it were me, I would definitely push them in the right direction.”
This isn't spoiling her, Angela.
Liang Hua smiled but remained silent.
Rather, this kind of indulgence is the real cruelty, a cruelty unique to witches, allowing them to experience thorns in their ideals, thus transforming them.
The great achievements of our predecessors will always belong to them; all the beauty becomes exceptionally distant, impossible to stop, impossible to compromise, and even at the moment of death, there is a cruel sense of unease.
The only one who truly dotes on witches is you, still so naive Angeli, wanting to protect them from everything, even at the cost of defiling yourself.
Even Keva Miller wasn't as innocent as people imagine, though that doesn't diminish her greatness.
However… Liang Hua looked at the tyrant Xu Yu, who had completely breathed his last, and suddenly smiled smugly.
"Isn't this exactly what they wanted?"
“We have never let them down, Angelette, not yesterday, not today, and not tomorrow.”
"No one forced them to take this extremely arduous path; what drove them was only the unrestrained joy in their hearts, even if there was an endless cliff in front of them."
"These are witches, a group of tireless idealists, stars that still shine amidst the chaos of the world."
As she finished speaking, the space that had been rising rapidly descended, taking with it the cooked Tyrant Xuyu and its descent into the Witch Universe.
Under the influence of the three's power, this exquisite dessert transformed into a true gift, rushing towards each witch.
Jiang Kehan watched as the golden meteorite with its long tail swayed, forming an endless, dazzling spectacle, as if she were witnessing the final roar of the Tyrant Xuyu.
There was a sense of bewilderment, tinged with sorrow, but much more had already vanished completely.
Because the era of the witch was completely ushered in with her death, and a brand new dominant civilization is slowly rising, bringing war with it.
"It looks like it's raining." Jiang Kehan and the witch, no matter where they were, raised their hands together, looking somewhat dazed at the golden raindrops falling towards them across time and space.
With the passage of time and the adjustments made by Liang Hua and others, their accumulated deficiencies were continuously filled, and they rapidly gained magical power.
One point, two points, seemingly without end, until the witch reached her own limit.
Although this kind of magic that is generated cannot compare to the magic that one gradually improves, it is different from the magic that one originally had to worry about how to increase. One can make up for the deficiencies simply by training.
This was the final gift from the three men who could mediate all civil wars to the witch.
The era shouldn't be called Angela Terry, or Liang Hua, or Keva Miller.
Its name is only that of the witch.
This is... the path the witch herself chose.
Go fight! Go grab! The stage to realize your dreams has been set; go and achieve that uncompromising dream!
Bring it into reality, no matter who the enemy is, no matter what obstacles there are... just as you wish.
Even if all that lies ahead is the song of death.
All the witches felt this immense whale fall, their smiles so radiant, so... cruel and stubborn.
Chapter 386 On the Eve of War
The sound of wind drifted from afar, the clarion call of an endless march.
A witch sat on the goods she needed to move, swinging her legs thoughtfully, looking wise beyond her years.
Suddenly, she asked another witch who was working diligently opposite her.
"Hey sis, what do you think all these big things are used for?"
Another witch glanced at her, frowned, and really wanted to kick her.