Chapter 429: The Suddenly Unrestrained Plot

"Mr. Priest, are you just going to watch?"

The conflicted Home Witch turned her gaze toward the "Father" in the priest skin beside her, then asked with a frown.

Although this Adam, in terms of name, appearance, and even personality, tone of voice, and behavioral habits, was basically the same biological father from Dorothy's memories, in the end, her own father could not possibly appear in the Witch's Night.

Therefore, this Priest Adam could only be an ancient person from over a hundred thousand years ago who existed in the memory of the God King and was now being reproduced by the Witch's Night; he was just an NPC.

Although Priest Adam was indeed the father of Nun Dorothy, Witch Dorothy still couldn't bring herself to acknowledge him as her father so easily, so she had to address Adam as Mr. Priest.

Adam, for his part, didn't feel any confusion about this; after all, this daughter had been unwilling to acknowledge him as her father since she was little, calling him by his name most of the time. Now that she was willing to call him Mr. Priest, it was already a great improvement.

The old father even felt a bit gratified.

However, when his gaze fell upon the blonde girl tied to the stake, there was clear struggle in his eyes.

He had watched the child Dinisha grow up; in Adam's eyes, this poor girl who had grown up with Dorothy since childhood was practically an adopted daughter.

Now that his adopted daughter was being treated this way, how could he truly be as calm as he appeared on the surface? In fact, he had long been burning with rage.

But what was the point of such impotent fury?

If he were alone, he could risk everything to save poor Dinisha, but the reality was that he still had his daughter Dorothy to take care of.

Of course, if everything were truly normal, as a fellow member of the church, it wouldn't be impossible for him to risk being labeled a heretic to defend Dinisha. After all, no matter how overbearing the Witch Hunters were, they wouldn't go so far as to burn a church priest and nun just like they would an ordinary person.

Even if they used their usual tactic of labeling them, at most it would only result in the father and daughter being audited by the church once. Theoretically, as long as the two of them truly had no issues, then they would have nothing to fear.

But the problem was that the two of them really did have issues.

Adam turned his head to look at his daughter beside him and sighed.

Perhaps Dinisha, the adopted daughter, was a fake witch, but his biological daughter, Dorothy, was a real witch.

What else could he do? Could he risk ruining his own biological daughter just to save his adopted one?

Although it sounded heartless, in his heart, the weight of his adopted daughter was far less important than that of his biological daughter, Dorothy.

Yet, this kind of "choose one of two" situation caused Adam's conscience to suffer greatly.

He was born with a strong sense of justice. He had chosen to become a priest because the church's philosophy of guiding people toward goodness aligned with his ideals. He hoped that under the guidance of devout faith in God and the teachings of God, this world could become a little better.

But only after he truly became a priest did he discover that the church's propaganda was just propaganda. The interior of the church was not at all as true, good, and beautiful as he had imagined; beneath that bright and beautiful exterior hid the greatest ugliness in the world.

Because of this, after a series of conflicts, having offended many people, he ultimately chose self-exile, leaving the bustling city to come to this small church in a remote area to live in seclusion.

But he never expected that even after hiding so far away, he still couldn't escape these disputes.

If he were now labeled as someone shielding a witch, those old rivals of his would likely not let him go. The audit targeting the father and daughter would surely be extremely strict, and by then, Dorothy's identity as a witch would be impossible to hide.

But how could he bear to watch Dinisha, an innocent child, die tragically before his eyes? In the future, the rest of his life might be lived in regret.

How would he have the face to preach about truth, goodness, beauty, justice, or morality to others in the future?

So...

In short, now facing Dorothy's questioning, the middle-aged priest couldn't help but clench his fists, feeling an abnormal irritation in his heart.

Of course, it wasn't anger directed at his daughter, but at this bunch of Witch Hunters who were causing trouble everywhere.

Especially that young Witch Hunter who had first identified Dinisha as a witch and was now looking at Dorothy with lust; the old father's rage was truly almost uncontrollable.

Adam, who had always been kind to others and had almost never fought with anyone, felt killing intent surge in his life for the first time. He lowered his head, not letting his burning rage be detected.

"Then what do you say I should do? Dorothy, you know what your identity is; we shouldn't take risks."

Adam forcibly suppressed the rage in his heart and spoke in a calm tone without a single ripple.

Hearing her father's counter-question, Dorothy narrowed her eyes.

She increasingly felt that this Priest Adam had some special connection to her own father, because the Home Witch was very familiar with this look of Adam's.

Hmm, back in the days when the father and daughter were wandering in the lower realms to avoid Long Ma's pursuit, every time Adam couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to start a massacre, he would have this "calm" look.

Adam was always a gentle scholar and a nice guy in daily life, smiling at everyone he met, but when he was truly angry, he would become increasingly calm, and in the end, he would be like this, almost unable to show joy or anger, as if he had no emotions.

The rage of a nice guy is often terrifying. Back when they were wandering in the lower realms, Dorothy's first time killing someone was completed under Adam's hands-on guidance; the target was a group of human traffickers who deserved to die.

At that time, the Home Witch, who had no experience in killing, punched the leader of the human traffickers into a pile of tomato sauce, and then she herself was splattered with the flying tomato sauce.

At that time, Dorothy thought this saintly father of hers, who couldn't bear to see blood, would scold her and then nag in her ear about how killing was wrong and that she should be friendly and other nonsense.

But she didn't expect that Adam at that time just wiped her face in that emotionless way and said:

"You are a girl, and also a Witch Mage; acting directly like this is really not ladylike. You should be more elegant."

Then he personally gave the young Home Witch a lesson, leaving Dorothy stunned.

After all, who could have imagined that the person who usually thought even killing a chicken was too bloody would suddenly turn into a perverted, crazy serial killer?

Anyway, the Home Witch watched with her own eyes as Adam just pointed his finger, and those hundreds of human traffickers suddenly twitched and wailed, followed by flowers of blood blooming from within their bodies, turning them into a flower field, quickly absorbing their life force as flower fertilizer. In the end, let alone corpses or flesh, not even a bone was left on the spot, only a sea of blood-colored flowers covering the ground.

Then Adam gently patted Dorothy's shoulder, who was stunned, and in the Home Witch's bewildered gaze, he turned the tomato sauce that had splattered all over her into a flesh-and-blood flower identical to the ones on the ground.

This was indeed very elegant, and very "Mage-like," and even a little artistic, but to be honest, wasn't this really a bit perverted?

Anyway, for a few days after that, Dorothy even suspected that her own father might have a split personality. He talked about truth, goodness, and beauty every day, but suddenly turned into an artistic serial killer; was he performing as a two-faced person?

Fortunately, during the subsequent wandering, the Home Witch slowly understood this father of hers. Although he was a nice guy most of the time, he was truly decisive when facing evil. He never went soft on those who deserved to die; he killed when he should, and wouldn't shout about things like "turning back is the shore."

This point actually made Dorothy quite satisfied.

"Mr. Priest, you already had a decision in your heart, didn't you?"

Facing this "father's" counter-question, Dorothy smiled. Although she was wearing a veil covering half her face, the smile could still be clearly seen in her peach-blossom eyes.

To this answer, Adam also smiled. He let out a sigh of relief, then raised his head and looked at his daughter.

"Then you must be prepared, Dorothy; our days of fleeing in the future won't be easy."

The middle-aged priest said so.

To this, the Home Witch shrugged.

"A bitter life is better than a heart filled with torment, isn't it?"

Anyway, it wasn't her first time wandering with her old man; once familiar, it's easy the second time.

Although Dorothy felt some regret that she could no longer continue to lay low, just as she had said, compared to a life of comfort but guilt, she only sought a clear conscience.

She was not going to light this fire anyway; although this meant the God King would likely be unable to awaken, the Home Witch also did not know how she would face the angels who would descend sooner or later once the "plot collapsed" and she no longer had the power of a witch.

But if she couldn't deal with it, she couldn't deal with it; in any case, this wasn't reality, it was just the Witch's Night festival, a dream of the past time for the God King.

If even in a dream she had to make the God King experience that kind of pain again, wouldn't the God King be a bit too miserable?

The God King had already suffered enough to save the Witch World once; her mission had been completed over a hundred thousand years ago, and she had already suffered enough hardship, so at least in this dream, let her rest a little.

That was what the Home Witch thought in her heart.

Of course, the main thing was that she could never accept this method of sacrificing family members in exchange for her own safety.

Since she had randomly been assigned this special identity as the God King's childhood sweetheart, the cause and effect were already established; before she died, no one could harm her family in front of her.

"Tsk, it's just a bit unfair to Sophie Liya; I clearly promised to help her win this festival and help her take the prize she wanted, but now it seems I'll likely be the first to be sacrificed to the heavens."

Dorothy scratched her head and thought with some shame.

"Dorothy, the sanctification ritual is ready, you can go light the fire. Don't worry, I certainly won't forget to help you and Father Adam apply for credit for sanctioning this witch. My father is the Archbishop, you can rest assured with me handling things."

And just as the Home Witch made up her mind, a blind fly indeed happened to appear.

It was a man who looked somewhat handsome, wearing a suit of shiny, flashy silver armor, with a knight's longsword at his waist, looking like a paladin.

This was the root of all evil in this incident, that little genius of the church who accused Dinisha of being a witch, the witch hunter Gray.

Originally, this witch hunter of extraordinary background felt it was a pity for that shepherdess who would rather die than submit to him; she was a beauty, and it was truly a waste to burn her to death without being able to enjoy her.

But at this moment, Gray had completely thrown that shepherdess to the back of his mind; who was that? He really wasn't familiar with her. His heart belonged entirely to this Sister Dorothy in front of him.

From the first moment he saw this Sister Dorothy, he had fallen in love at first sight. Even if the sister wore a veil and he couldn't see her face, just that graceful figure had already made his heart flutter. To be honest, with that figure, whether she had a face or not didn't matter; anyway, it was dark at night and he wouldn't be able to see her face.

However, as the son of the Archbishop, Gray's status was considered high and powerful. He had tried all kinds of women in the past, and it wasn't as if there weren't others with good figures, but this Sister Dorothy was truly different. She was really that kind, that very special kind, that made one not know how to describe it in words.

Clearly, her every move was very conservative, and she hadn't deliberately seduced anyone, but there was inexplicably a kind of devilish charm that made people look at her involuntarily, their gazes attracted to her, and they could never look away again.

Anyway, Gray had already decided that he must have this woman, even if he had to use unscrupulous means. He would go back and have his father come to propose marriage for him...

Emmm. No, he couldn't let his father see Sister Dorothy. She was his, she could only belong to him alone, he absolutely couldn't let anyone else know.

At this moment, Gray's eyes were full of greed, his entire expression was nearly perverted, and his brain was almost completely filled with the image of Sister Dorothy, but he himself had no awareness of his own abnormality.

No, although his character was a bit poor, as a true witch hunter, he still had some ability. The holy light power in his body had actually noticed his abnormality, but he was willing to go crazy for it.

Sister Dorothy, this was his everything; he lived for the sister.

"Dorothy is a name you can call? Are we that close? Mr. Gray, you are truly too rude. To make up for your impoliteness, commit suicide to atone for your sins."

And the Home Witch looked at this witch hunter who had completely fallen under her charm, her eyes full of disgust, and she said this casually.

After all, since she was already prepared to show her hand and raid the execution ground, there was really no need to act.

She just wanted to see the look of exasperation on Gray's face after being rejected by her, and then punch his dog head off with her own hands.

Only, what surprised the Home Witch herself was that with this joke of hers, the witch hunter in front of her was like a fanatic who had heard an oracle.

His face showed an expression of ecstasy and extreme honor, and then he drew the longsword at his waist without hesitation, held it across his own neck, and then...

Slash...

A perfectly good head fell off just like that, and even in mid-air, this head that wasn't quite dead yet was still murmuring.

"Sister Dorothy... happy..."

Home Witch: "....."

Uh, what is this situation?

She was a bit stunned at first, then thought of something, and she touched the veil on her face, finding it truly hard to bear.

Damn, this thing is of no use at all.

And such a sudden development also left everyone around unable to recover for a moment. Only Father Adam sighed, then his hand shook, and the pages of the Bible he never left his side fluttered, countless paper pages scattered, and then golden holy text detached from the paper surface, turning into a huge greatsword in his hand.

The sword's name, Judgment.

Then, the greatsword swung, and the several witch hunter squads who hadn't reacted to Gray's sudden suicide instantly all transferred their jobs to become headless knights along with their Captain Gray.

Subsequently, he pointed a finger, and countless more pages and holy text spliced together into long chains, directly binding Dinisha, who was also stunned on the cross not far away, and then pulled her to his side.

Then Adam stomped his foot, the earth roared, and the entire church behind him rose from the ground, revealing a behemoth originally hidden underground; it was a massive giant dragon carrying the church on its back.

Although it didn't look like a pure-blooded true dragon, looking at this size and powerful dragon might, it seemed to be a third-generation sub-dragon close to pure-blooded, the kind that had hope of transforming into a true dragon later on.

The giant dragon roared, then spread its wings and soared into the sky.

And Dorothy, who was stunned and being carried by her old man: "...."

Hiss... ah this, wait, this script is wrong, you call this an escape?

"Who are you?"

The Home Witch looked at the earth gradually moving away below, then turned her head to look at the Father beside her as if meeting him for the first time.

That, my dad really isn't this fierce.

"I am your dad, who else could I be? But if you must say, in the past at the church's Holy City, others would respectfully call me Lord Cardinal."

Adam looked at the stunned daughter he was carrying and smiled gently.

Then...

Then he couldn't be cool for more than three seconds; his face turned pale as he let go of Dorothy, and then the chains that had been binding Dinisha also snapped.

Adam clutched his head in pain, and soon rolled his eyes and fainted.

Dorothy: "......"

The Home Witch nodded.

Yeah, this feels right this time.

... Dragon church flying away...