Chapter 538: The Crossroads of Fate

The Final Soul-Suppressing Gun that offers eternal annihilation to this crazy world

This is a powerful forbidden spell that Dorothy learned through the ancient stone slab of the Frost Witch. The learning difficulty is as high as eleven rings, and it is also the highest-level forbidden spell she has mastered so far.

Of course, strictly speaking, the true destructive power of this forbidden spell is not too outstanding, and it may not be as powerful as some ten-ring forbidden spells that specialize in destruction, but this forbidden spell has a very special and very precious special attack attribute, which is the special attack on World Consciousness.

Do you understand the gold content of that automatic target locking and one-hit kill?

This kind of characteristic that belongs to the cheat among cheats in the game is worthy of the strength that an eleven-ring forbidden spell should have.

Since Leviathan is the embodiment of the resentment of World Consciousness, then while she possesses part of the divine power of World Consciousness, she also inevitably has the divinity of World Consciousness hung on her. In this way, she eats the special attack of this forbidden spell.

And the birth of this forbidden spell is a tragedy of children killing their mother, so this forbidden spell also has a very speechless special effect.

That is, if a person in the local world releases this blow to the World Consciousness of their own world, this blow will also have the effect of ignoring defense.

Sigh, this is because the World Consciousness of that Great World voluntarily gave up defense to let her children kill her. This gun of god-killing was originally the last gift she prepared for her children.

In this way, the classic three cheats are complete. This is a real god-killing gun. As long as it is successfully released, then the World Consciousness as the target is basically dead.

When she first learned this forbidden spell, the Home Witch complained in her heart that this thing was really a filial gun, a real mother-killing tool.

But she thought she wouldn't use that second effect in her life. After all, she would only think about attacking the World Consciousness of the Witch World if she was full and had nothing to do.

Moreover, this forbidden spell was only bred by a Great World. Whether it can really kill in one hit for the World Consciousness of Great Worlds and worlds below Great Worlds is really hard to say.

But reality is sometimes so clever. The Home Witch never expected that she would really use this special forbidden spell so soon, and it was really aimed at her own "mother".

Damn, this filial son is actually myself.

"Pah pah pah, I am not a filial son, absolutely impossible, this is sorry for my identity as a family hero."

The Home Witch touched her chin and began to think seriously.

You have to know that if you want the Netherworld to return to life, you still need the cooperation of World Consciousness. If you really kill the World Consciousness with one shot, then her plan to destroy the world first and then create the world will be ruined.

"No, the original forbidden spell is too disharmonious. It's not good to kill in one hit. I only need half-dead. I have to think of a way to magically modify this forbidden spell, weaken the power, and also save some consumption."

Dorothy thought in her heart.

This is not a troublesome thing for her. After all, she originally needed to start everything from scratch.

In the second act of this Witch Night, witches only unsealed the memories below the forbidden spell, so Dorothy herself had forgotten how to release this forbidden spell.

However, after all, it was a magic she had once mastered, so now following those vague memories and impressions, it is actually not difficult to find this forbidden spell again.

And if it is a weakened version of the power, removing the concept of one-hit kill, the research difficulty is reduced a lot, not only without increasing the workload, but even reducing the burden.

The only trouble is that this forbidden spell is not something that can be thought of by being autistic in the laboratory. She was able to learn this forbidden spell in seconds because the stone slab of the Frost Witch recorded the past of that destroyed Great World. It only needs the soul to resonate with that memory to learn it easily, but now there is no stone slab in this Witch Night that can be learned in seconds with one click.

"Sigh, forget it, go out for a walk."

The Home Witch sighed and decided so.

As a veteran dead house, she actually doesn't like to go far away. If possible, she wants to stay at home all the time, but there are always some things that cannot be experienced by staying at home.

For example, the suffering and desolation under the doomsday.

That Soul-Suppressing Gun that destroys the world was originally forced by the people of that world under various disasters, and they couldn't live anymore, and had no way to go, so they had to decide to kill the gods.

And now the environment Dorothy is in is also a doomsday where disasters are everywhere and the flood is about to destroy the world. In this way, the same creative environment is already there. If she can empathize with the desperate people who created the forbidden spell, she should be able to stimulate inspiration and let her master this forbidden spell again.

But the empathy required for this is clearly not something she can feel by listening to reports from below in the office.

Talking on paper is not advisable; it is too detached from reality.

Some things written in the report are just a string of numbers, and others flash by, but if you visit the scene, it may be a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and bones everywhere.

She needs to go deep into the bottom layer and re-examine this disaster and doomsday from the perspective of a mortal.

And this is an offensive forbidden spell, and high-intensity combat will also stimulate inspiration.

In short, the good days of sitting in the office are over, get ready to suffer.

However, Dorothy is not that kind of delicate girl raised in a greenhouse. Before boarding the Witch Sky Island, she had been wandering on the ground with Adam. This wave belongs to revisiting childhood.

"Di Nisha, the work in the city will trouble you first. I will find a way to bring our mother back. After all, she seems to be a bit homesick and doesn't want to move."

The Home Witch looked up at the unicorn white whale still wandering near the lair, then said to the good sister beside her.

And regarding this, Di Nisha also felt a bit ashamed, and she also looked at the mother who was not ugly even if she turned into a disaster beast with some helplessness.

It can only be said that it is worthy of you. Even if you lose your mind and are turned into a doomsday disaster beast by death energy and resentment, this still cannot change your harmless nature.

God King recalled the distant past.

Others say that the rise of the God King is because of the contract with World Consciousness. In fact, there was no contract that night, only the encounter between a girl who longed for revenge and a world that had calmly waited for death.

That day she was tied to a cross by the villagers. No matter how she explained, the ignorant villagers didn't want to listen to her. The hateful witch hunter was laughing evilly in the distance, and the ignorant villagers were waiting to watch the fun.

The priest she respected just watched her quietly in the distance, and finally did nothing.

The childhood sweetheart she regarded as a sister was her executioner. She went up with a torch, fed her a bottle of "sleeping pills" that would let her fall asleep directly, so as not to suffer more pain while conscious, and then lit the torch without any hesitation.

That bottle of "sleeping pills" was really a good thing. Just after drinking it, a strong drowsiness surged into her heart. The last thing she saw in her vision was the raging flames and the sister who was waving at her with a veil.

She hated it, hated the ignorance of the villagers, hated the shamelessness of the witch hunter, and hated the indifference of the priest even more, and hated the ruthlessness of her sister the most.

Why could she be so decisive, without even a little hesitation and reluctance?

Even if she showed a little pain, it would make her feel better, but she was even smiling.

She was very sure that the face under her sister's veil was smiling at that time.

How could she not hate this.

And how could the mere "sleeping pills" be effective against the pain of being burned by fire? In that hazy consciousness, in the unspeakable pain and despair, her consciousness suddenly left her body and came to a ruined temple that had already been destroyed.

On the ruins, she saw a little girl in white clothes squatting on the ground crying.

Regarding her visit, the little girl seemed very surprised, and ran over as soon as she saw her.

"Wow, how did you come here? It's been a long time since any human could come here. This should be a place where only the will of heroes can come. Are you a hero?"

"Is this the world after death? It's a pity, I'm not a hero. If I have to say it, I'm an avenger."

Thinking that she had come to the world after death, she looked at the strange little girl who still had tear stains on her face but was trying hard to widen her golden eyes and make a majestic appearance, and answered like this.

"What world after death? You're not dead yet, why do you want to die so much? I'm the one who's really dying."

The little girl frowned slightly, very dissatisfied with her answer, and almost shed tears again as she spoke.

"Forget it, you can come here, which means you have a fate with me. This is the palace where gods once met heroes. Your consciousness can come here, which at least shows that you have the potential to become a hero. It's a pity for such a person to die casually. According to past conventions, mortals who can come to this palace will get a reward from the gods, but now everyone is dead, but I will still give you the reward."

"Take this. Sorry, I only have this much power left now. Instead of letting me live and cry for two more days, I might as well give it to you. It can fulfill one of your wishes. I hope you can use this wish to live well."

"I'm very happy to see you before I disappear. I originally thought I would dissipate alone. It's good to have someone to send me off."

"You must live well, the last hero I acknowledge."

She didn't understand anything at all. The strange little girl just talked to herself, and after speaking, she slapped a golden ball into her body, and then the little girl smiled and turned into light spots and disappeared.

Well, she was confused the whole time, and didn't understand what happened until the little girl left.

She only knew that she seemed to have a wish she could make, then...

"I want power, power that can let me take revenge, the stronger the better, I never want to be bullied again."

She wished like this, and then a pain thousands of times more terrifying than being burned by fire struck again.

Then, she didn't know anything, until she was beaten awake by someone again.

When she opened her eyes, what she saw was a village that had become ruins. Most of the houses in the village were broken, flames were burning everywhere, and there were charred corpses all over the ground. The air was filled with the smell of ashes.

It was as if this place had just been attacked by a dragon.

At that time, the limit of her imagination was just like this. Only legendary dragons could cause this degree of destruction.

However, she really saw a dragon later, but the huge dragon was already dead. Her headless corpse still carried the church, and her ferocious claws protected a corpse. That was the corpse of the priest Adam.

And that dragon head...

Was right under her feet.

And she herself was bathed in dragon blood.

She was really scared at that time, subconsciously wanting to scream, but just opened her mouth, and was punched away by someone.

"Eh, Di Nisha, you finally woke up."

She, who was dizzy from that punch, heard a somewhat happy and familiar voice.

Following the sound, she saw her sister who was almost no longer human.

She had never seen her sister, who was like the most beautiful beauty in the world, so embarrassed. She was blind in one eye, lost half her head, missing one hand, one leg broken in half, the other leg directly twisted into a twist, and a hole was opened in her chest, from which she could vaguely see the internal organs that had been broken into meat sauce...

This was an injury that was almost impossible for anyone to survive, but her sister was still standing in place with that twisted single leg, then slowly put away her fist, and finally smiled.

"Waking up is good. I'm also at my limit. Mortals really have limits. Damn, that strange god sent me to travel, and it's fine to have a transformation, but why come to this broken low-magic world? It limited my performance. If it weren't for the world dragging my hind legs, how could it be like this."

Her sister sat on the ground and said those strange words as usual.

And she had long been scared by her sister's appearance. Although she hated her to death before, years of feelings were not so easy to abandon.

She, who had just been punched to the ground, crawled to her sister's side with hands and feet, wanting to treat her, but that body that could only be counted as a pile of rotten meat was really untreatable.

"Don't panic, Di Nisha, the problem is big, and it's useless for you to panic. After all, I actually died ten minutes ago, and now I'm just a corpse that can still move... Just smile at this time."

Her sister smiled calmly and comforted her like this.

This bastard has always been so fond of smiling, really can smile in any situation.

She really couldn't smile, but under her sister's expectant eyes, she still tried hard to pull out a smile.

"It's really ugly, Di Nisha, you should smile more. After all, the days ahead can only be walked by you alone."

Her sister shook her head and said with some disgust.

But after speaking, her expression became a bit lonely.

"I have been livering early and late in this life. I thought that I, a traveler, must be the protagonist of the world, and sooner or later I would reach the peak of life, and then marry a white... forget it, don't want any white rich beauty. My number one candidate for harem has always been you, Di Nisha. Although childhood sweethearts are usually losers and will lose to beauties from the sky, I am nostalgic."

"But it's clear that I'm a clown. The protagonist is not me, but you. I'm actually a family member sacrificed on the protagonist's rise, which is also amazing."

"If there is a next life, don't liver anymore. Being a salted fish is quite good. Ordinary is the truth."

"Alright, time is almost up, I should burp. Live well, Di Nisha, you don't need to blame yourself, this is not your fault, just blame me for not communicating with you in advance."

Leaving this last sentence, her sister lay on the ground, then closed her eyes, very peacefully.

However...

A thousand years later, after defeating the incarnation of the Lord of Radiance and leading the Witch World to wander, she saw the little girl who gave her a wish back then again.

"Ah, this, I didn't disappear, what's going on?"

"Hey, it's you, the last hero, how is it, have you become a hero well?"

The little girl asked.

And she, who had already become a complete avenger, just expressionlessly placed a crystal that concentrated all the power of a small world in front of her.

"Mother, please eat this, and then grow up quickly. I need more power."

Then the little girl looked at the remains of her kind in front of her and fell silent.

For a long time, having understood what had happened over the years through the authority, and how she had recovered, the little girl also showed a guilty expression. She nodded, didn't say much, but swallowed the crystal in one bite.

"If this can make you feel better, I will try my best, my proudest daughter."

Ten thousand years later, she, who had stepped on Heaven, lost her clear revenge goal. Looking back at the side, the girl was still a girl, but the original white-clothed golden boy had turned into a blood-clothed red boy.

"Do you need me to eat Heaven? My daughter."

The girl's blood-colored pupils just looked at her quietly.

"Mother, you shouldn't be like this. These years, it was clearly me who has been venting my anger on you."

She, who no longer had much humanity in her eyes, looked back at the girl with the same indifference, and then said very rationally.

"It's enough, Mother, if you go on like this, you won't be able to turn back."

"I couldn't turn back long ago, my daughter. I am an accomplice with you, aren't I? Anyone can abandon you, except me."

The girl said firmly.

"Mother, if the one who saw you back then wasn't me, but Dorothy, the Witch World shouldn't be like it is now."

Di Nisha ended the memory. She looked at the mother who didn't look ugly even if she turned into a disaster beast, and finally sighed.

"Go, Dorothy, I'm here, please help me bring Mother back well."

She requested this to the sister in front of her.

"Well, I will. Wait for me to come back."

The Home Witch waved her hand and strode forward.

.... World line changing...