Chapter 542: Painting

"Let's go, it's time for our next stop."

After being reminded by Senior Fan Ni and having roughly figured out what was going on with the Sun God divinity within her, Dorothy shook her head, not paying it too much mind.

It was a good thing, after all; her power had increased a little.

As for the price of this Sun God power, it was nothing more than the need to "repay the loan" through hard work later if she wanted to elevate that divinity—that is, to fulfill the grand vow she had made.

If there were no light in the world, she would transform into the sun to illuminate everything.

When she truly achieved that, she would no longer be a demigod, but would directly become the new Sun God of the Witch World.

However, the Home Witch didn't care much about that either.

A divine position might be an incredible temptation to other mortals, but to her, it was merely something optional.

Moreover, her previous grand vow and oath weren't made for the sake of this Sun God position; she simply thought that way.

Whether or not there was Sun God divinity as a reward, she would still strive toward that goal.

It wasn't for any reward; it was simply because she wanted to do it. If she wanted to do it, then she would do it.

Taking one last look at the valley that had already turned into a sea of fire, Dorothy turned around with a flourish and headed toward her next destination.

Within her body, the originally thin Sun God divinity had been somewhat strengthened because this Sinful Valley, once shrouded in darkness, had been purified and illuminated by the Sun Fire.

The elevation of her divinity was directly reflected on the Home Witch; some "cracks" appeared on her skin, and from those cracks, golden light and fire faintly burst forth.

However, as the black-and-red Grand Inquisitor cloak behind the Home Witch fluttered in the wind, the fabric swaying, those cracks and flames gradually subsided, to the point that the new inquisitors who had just woken up from their previous shock and were hurriedly chasing after her began to doubt if their eyes had deceived them.

Yet, as they looked at the back of the person striding forward ahead, their moods underwent some subtle changes.

Previously, most of them had been indifferent to this journey, thinking it was just a matter of "Lord Joker spoke, so I'll listen to my superior and follow along."

But now, their moods had suddenly undergone a change that they didn't know how to describe.

Emmm... it was as if a glimmer of light had suddenly appeared before people accustomed to darkness. Although they had never seen light and didn't know what significance it held, they inexplicably wanted to chase it, to follow that radiance, and to see where this light would lead them.

In short, for the journey ahead, the new inquisitors suddenly had a glimmer of expectation that even they themselves couldn't quite understand.

And so...

Just like that, half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

Late at night, on a wasteland covered in yellow sand, a small campfire was the only light in the boundless darkness. Thirteen witches sat around the fire, each doing their own thing.

Some were drawing, some were wiping their weapons, some were lying down gazing at the starry sky, and some were whispering to the people beside them...

However, almost everyone was secretly eyeing the iron pot set over the campfire. A charming aroma wafted from the pot, and just smelling it was enough to stir the appetites of the witches.

While maintaining the cooking spell on the pot, Dorothy was reading the last parchment report in her hand by the firelight.

Over the past half month, she had followed the Investigation Corps' reports to find those Calamity Beasts one by one, then turned them all into firewood to strengthen the Sun Fire.

In the process of searching for these Calamity Beasts, she had also witnessed with her own eyes the tragic state of the former cities ravaged by them.

In her mind, she had gained a new understanding of the cruelty of this apocalypse; at the very least, it was no longer just lines of light, airy words seen in reports, but had become colder and more cruel images.

The Home Witch turned her head to look at the witch drawing beside her.

This was the Skywalker, the Vice President, Yin Weite.

This Angel Witch, who had once nearly been sent to the Interrogation Department as an Angel spy, had become Dorothy's most loyal subordinate ever since Dorothy had casually saved her.

Even during this break, this Vice President had snatched the seat on her left hand side before anyone else, which made Alice, sitting on her right, slightly dissatisfied.

The little witch didn't like this Angel Witch; firstly, because of the vampire's natural repulsion toward angels, and secondly, because even a fool could see that this Angel Witch's attitude toward her sister was wrong.

Hmph, there are always some seductive sluts wanting to snatch my sister away. Impossible, absolutely impossible. Sister should be protected by me; someone with such an excessively lewd figure like you absolutely cannot get close to my sister.

Regarding this, the Home Witch was also very helpless; she flicked her finger with annoyance, giving this jealous sister of hers, who was full of useless thoughts, a flick to the forehead.

Really, Alice, what do you take your sister for? Do I look like the kind of person easily seduced by beauty? I...

Although Dorothy really wanted to continue righteously saying she wasn't lecherous, she couldn't continue as she spoke; the Vice President's figure data naturally popped into her mind.

*Cough cough*... It wasn't that she had suddenly awakened some superpower to estimate figures; although she did indeed have that, the Vice President's figure data didn't need her to estimate it—she had already personally measured it by hand before.

*Pah*, it wasn't a hand measurement; it was just that when Yin Weite was suspected of being a spy, Dorothy had given her a physical examination, the kind of detailed examination that scanned the whole body with spiritual power.

So even if Dorothy didn't want to know, certain things were still stored in her Memory Palace after that examination.

It wasn't that she wanted to keep them; it was simply because she had a photographic memory.

As for how the Vice President's figure data was, one could only say...

Hmm, this Angel Witch might be more suited to being a Fallen Angel; her figure was wasted on being an angel. Even among the demons in hell, few were more outstanding than her. (Reference: *Ling Cage* Lotus Light Bearer.)

Anyway, if you mentioned this Student Council Vice President in the Witch Academy, everyone basically had two impressions.

One was that arrogant personality who always had a cold face, looking at everyone as if they owed her money.

The other was that lewd figure that could make the student council's professional attire look inexplicably erotic.

Those hips were so long—no, I mean those legs were so perky.

*Cough cough*... Why did my old habit of letting my imagination run wild flare up again? As expected, it's troublesome without multiple-thought processing.

Before her thoughts could slide further, Dorothy stopped her mental fantasies. She sighed inwardly, and when she looked at Yin Weite again, her eyes had become clear, even carrying some pity.

*Sigh*, outsiders only thought the Vice President was too arrogant and looked down on others, but she knew more.

The Yin Weite of the past might have truly just had the arrogance common to all Angel Witches, indeed looking down on others, but now...

*Sigh*, the Vice President was already a poor person with no home to return to. She had personally ransacked her own home, and those scum mothers of hers were still locked up in the Inquisitorial Interrogation Department.

The Vice President's cold face now wasn't arrogance, but a facade of strength. Having lost almost everything, she was now like a little kitten, baring her teeth and hissing at anyone who approached her, terrified of being discovered in her weakness.

And her excessive closeness to her was for the same reason. Having lost everything, she had no one left to rely on, so she, the benefactor who had once saved her and shown her kindness, had instead become her spiritual pillar.

This child had almost become her fanatic. If Dorothy opened her Angel Halo now, the top of the fanatic ranking would definitely be this Vice President.

*Sigh*, poor thing. I'll help where I can. If it can give her a sense of security, she can believe whatever she wants.

That was what the Home Witch thought in her heart.

She then looked at the half-finished painting on the easel in front of Yin Weite.

Since the Vice President's parents could become the leaders of the previous God King Sect's Saint Son faction, their status was naturally extraordinary.

Even among Angel Witches, their family belonged to the absolute upper-class nobility, the second-tier power second only to the God King's direct line, the Pope faction.

Her family controlled the Saint Chant faction of the God King Church.

As for what a Saint Chant was, in layman's terms, it was a profession like a church choir or a shrine maiden, responsible for presiding over sacrificial activities to the gods through music, song, and dance during important church ceremonies.

It didn't sound very powerful, but for religious sacrificial activities, offering songs and dances to the gods was a very important duty. This was a position that could catch the eyes of the gods and might receive their gaze, so it was naturally quite lucrative.

The Saint Chanters controlled the church's sacrificial functions, so they were naturally high-ranking and powerful.

Yin Weite was also a Saint Chanter; she was skilled at bestowing blessings upon others through sacred chanting and prayer dances.

At the same time, she had a good hand for painting; after all, religious paintings in churches sometimes required Saint Chanters to depict them personally.

And the half-finished painting in front of Yin Weite now also had the flavor of a religious painting.

The bottom of the painting was a hellish scene, with a great serpent coiled in the city, and beneath the serpent's body were countless white bones and mountains of corpses. The great serpent roared at the sky, its ferocity covering the world.

The top of the painting was also covered in dark clouds, with no sun to be seen, and the overall style was very oppressive.

But at the center of the painting, the absolute visual focus, a witch wearing black battle robes and a clown mask floated in the air, her arms crossed over her chest, looking down at the great serpent below with disdain.

Then, a large hole broke through the dark clouds, because a huge rock spear descended from the sky, directly tearing through the clouds. From behind the broken cloud hole, sunlight spilled onto the earth.

This radiance was like a spotlight on a stage, shining on the witch, showing her absolute status as the protagonist.

And above the witch's head, the mountain-like rock spear aimed at the giant serpent highlighted her terrifying might.

She was as powerful and dazzling as a savior.

Hmm, anyway, just paint the protagonist as strong and cool as possible.

"You've painted me so much that I don't even recognize myself."

Dorothy looked at herself in the painting and was also speechless.

Although she had indeed killed that national-level great serpent Calamity Beast like that before, how come she didn't know she was that cool at the time?

"My lord, that was how you looked in my eyes at the time."

The Vice President disagreed and shook her head. She wasn't painting blindly; it was a completely factual record.

"Then what about the painting from last time where I cut down that bird with one slash, but the mountains lost their heads? That was also a documentary, but I held back; I only cut off two mountain peaks."

Dorothy asked with a twitching mouth.

That thunder-bird Calamity Beast that could trigger thunderstorms was indeed tricky. She finally had to draw her blade and use the No-Thought Slash to cut it down along with the wind, but she really only cut off two mountain peaks; there was no such thing as the mountains losing their heads.

"My lord, you also said you held back. If it were normal, it would indeed be as I painted."

Yin Weite said so.

Dorothy: "..."

Fine, the fanatic's logic is indeed awesome. It turns out that even the "god" herself cannot say in front of you that she isn't that great.

"And the time you blew away the Storm Butterfly's tornado with dragon breath..."

"You planted a forest to suppress the Red Sand Scorpion that caused the drought..."

Seeming to see that her "god" had noticed her paintings, Yin Weite, somewhat excited, took out several more completed paintings and unfolded them one by one.

"Of course, my favorite is still this picture of the red sun rising..."

"In short, Lord Joker, you will definitely save this world. I have no doubt about it."

"Alright, alright..."

Seeing this fanatic lady getting more and more exaggerated, the Home Witch, feeling like she was being publicly executed, felt her face under the mask flush red. She hurriedly interrupted Yin Weite and displayed the last piece of parchment in her hand.

"I actually just wanted to ask how Meredith is doing. Do you still have contact with her? I remember she is stationed in Longshan City. Ask her how things are over there and if we need to travel through the night to get there."

Dorothy said so.

At the moment, she only had the last Calamity Beast report left in her hand, and this Calamity Beast was also the strongest Calamity Beast within the Magic Republic, and possibly the second strongest Calamity Beast among all Calamity Beasts after Leviathan—the Mountain-Carrying Dragon Turtle.

This was a very special Calamity Beast because it didn't trigger various natural disasters like drought, earthquakes, or famine the moment it appeared like other Calamity Beasts.

The Mountain-Carrying Dragon Turtle wouldn't cause natural disasters because it was the natural disaster itself.

This thing was just like its name, a huge dragon turtle that could carry mountains on its back.

Once it reached that size, it didn't need any other natural disasters. Just walking two steps caused an earthquake, taking a deep breath caused a storm, and one step was more terrifying than any meteorite.

And this was the group's next target for subjugation.

Over the past half month, the things she had seen and heard along the way had already allowed Dorothy to accumulate quite a bit of inspiration. She had a premonition that as long as she subjugated this dragon turtle, she should be able to figure out the Soul-Suppressing Spear.

Therefore, she was quite attentive to the information about the next dragon turtle. The only thing she found a bit tricky was that, unlike the uninhabited wilderness where other Calamity Beasts were located,

this dragon turtle was right near Longshan City, one of the remaining great cities of the Magic Republic.

This terrifying Calamity Beast and the great city had been in a stalemate for several months. Dorothy now needed to find someone to ask how the battle was going over there.

"Oh oh, I see. I'll ask right away."

... Yin Weite is contacting... ===== CHAPTER 543 =====