Chapter 551: The Decisive Battle Begins

"Good grief, such a grand formation. You really do think highly of me."

Dorothy had just withdrawn her consciousness from the corpse of the Leviathan, which had already gone cold. Upon opening her eyes, she was immediately greeted by the army of angels standing in battle formation before her, which truly gave her quite a fright.

Especially after she took a closer look at the composition and equipment of this angelic army and recognized the uniqueness of this legion, she couldn't help but exclaim "good grief" in her heart.

Subsequently, she couldn't help but reflect on whether she had pressured Sophie Liya a bit too hard earlier. Just look at how scared she was—she had developed a phobia of insufficient firepower.

Although, that still didn't amount to much.

After all, it was already too late. Ever since the consciousness of the World Mother entered her Netherworld, the victory of this game had already been decided.

Dorothy actually had no need to fight this angelic army at all. She only needed to "run away" (Nigerundayo); dragging it out was enough, and everything else could be left to her good sister to handle.

"Dorothy, you can come back now. It's time for us to retreat."

Just as the Home Witch was thinking this, as if by telepathy, a phantom figure appeared beside her and spoke to her.

It was the projection of Di Nisha.

At this moment, the young shepherdess had already settled the Mother in the Netherworld. Everything that followed was proceeding in an orderly fashion according to the plan; now, they only needed a tactical withdrawal.

However, after a moment of thought, Dorothy shook her head.

"Di Nisha, my mission is already complete. Leave the rest to you. As for what comes next, it's time for personal grievances."

She said this.

The Home Witch wasn't stupid; she had long since sensed the special nature of this Witch's Night. She had held back from showing her hand earlier just to give this good sister some face. She could vaguely sense that this God King was plotting something, so she didn't dare, nor did she want, to ruin things casually.

But now that everything was on the right track, just as she said, her mission was complete. Now, she had finally regained her freedom and could enjoy the fun that this festival game ought to have.

Although there was no need to fight, Dorothy felt that this round could actually be fought. After all, if she really turned tail and ran now, while she would win easily, her roommate on the other side would likely be angered half to death. Even if she won the competition in the end, given Sophie Liya's personality, while she wouldn't go so far as to unreasonably refuse to admit defeat, she would definitely sulk alone in secret, her mouth puffed up like a pufferfish.

Yeah, she would definitely be so angry she couldn't sleep for several nights.

In order to accommodate the personality of her troublesome, tsundere roommate, Dorothy felt she shouldn't run. Otherwise, she'd just have to coax her later anyway.

After all, one must distinguish between primary and secondary matters. She hadn't participated in this Witch's Night for some fantastic adventure, nor to experience what it felt like to have a God King sister; she had come purely to help Sophie Liya.

She didn't really care what this good sister Di Nisha was plotting; such a big shot's schemes were not something a little witch like her could interfere with or resist, so it had nothing to do with her. Help if she could, forget it if she couldn't. But the matter between her and Sophie Liya had reached the time for a conclusion.

Now was the happy festival time for Witch student Dorothy.

"So, my good sister, can you let me be willful just this once?"

The Home Witch turned her head to look at the projection of Di Nisha beside her and asked.

Although even if Di Nisha didn't agree, she had decided to be willful anyway; this was just going through the motions.

Even if this might displease the God King, such a big shot wouldn't trouble her over such a small matter. Besides, they were sisters in a dream, so she shouldn't be that petty.

Dorothy thought to herself.

However...

"My good sister, I have never been a magnanimous person, you know that. I am just a humble village shepherdess."

Di Nisha saw through this sister's thoughts at a glance and said with annoyance.

"I said before, I will be very unhappy if you show that you care so much about other girls in front of me."

Dorothy: "........"

Ah, this... my good sister, are you for real? Don't do this. Internal strife between sisters would be so awkward; we'll be a laughingstock.

Just as the Home Witch was feeling awkward and didn't know what to say after being called out, the young shepherdess smiled again and waved her hand.

"Dorothy, you have truly worked hard during this time. I am sorry for making you do so many things you didn't like and for bearing so many responsibilities you didn't enjoy. I will take over everything from here. Enjoy your festival, my good sister."

"However, you must promise me not to lose just like that. I will wait at home for us to embark on the journey to the stars together. And you promised the Mother that you would be a good child who keeps her word. If you break your promise, don't blame me for not speaking up for you when the Mother blames you."

Di Nisha chuckled, reached out, and straightened the collar of her sister, who was about to set off for battle.

"You must win beautifully. You are the younger sister I am most proud of; you shouldn't lose to anyone."

She finally flicked her sister's forehead with her finger and said this.

"You say that as if it were real. It's just a dream, after all."

Dorothy muttered softly.

Her good sister was making her almost feel like the God King was really her sister and the World consciousness was really her mother. But how could that be possible? A dream, everything was just a dream. Dorothy, oh Dorothy, the big shot is just being polite to you; you must not be foolish enough to take it seriously.

The Home Witch was very self-aware; she wouldn't get carried away over such a thing.

"What did you just say?"

Hearing her sister's soft muttering, Di Nisha raised an eyebrow and asked in a louder voice.

"I said, you are right, good sister."

Dorothy replied with a business-like, smiling face.

To this, the young shepherdess shook her head helplessly. This sister was good at everything, except that sometimes she was so self-aware that she seemed to have no self-awareness at all.

Forget it. Since the days ahead are long and the sister has returned, she would have plenty of time to slowly wear her down later; there was no need to rush.

Hehe, she was really looking forward to the expression on this good sister's face when she saw her again after this beautiful dream woke up. It would definitely be interesting.

Yeah, she'd bring A-Di along then to see if this daring sister still had the guts to perform the Demon King Drum again.

At the thought of this, the smile on Di Nisha's face gradually became joyful.

Alright, because of this overly wonderful dream, she, who had mostly resolved her past heart knots, seemed to have learned to be a bit bad. No, this was clearly the return of humanity; it was a good thing.

As for Dorothy, she naturally didn't know what joyful things her good sister was thinking about. Having received permission to be willful, she now felt zero pressure. She raised the Fangtian Huaji she had been carrying on her shoulder and pointed it directly at the angelic army in the sky, then laughed and responded to the battle challenge.

"If you want to fight, then let's fight."

Even, since it was the final battle anyway, she simply stopped pretending and looked directly at the loli Pope standing like an ant beneath the angelic legion.

"Noah, your behavior is truly unbecoming. Open your eyes wide next and watch how the god you hold in such high esteem is trampled underfoot."

Dorothy reprimanded this cheap apprentice.

To this, Sophie Liya, who was already unhappy because of the "affectionate" performance between her Young Lady and the God King in front of her, also twitched her brow.

The God King was indeed someone she couldn't afford to offend, and that looked fake anyway. What was the status of the God King in reality? How could she possibly have any connection with her Young Lady?

So she had endured it just now.

But Noah, my good apprentice, when did you get involved with the Young Lady behind my back?

At this moment, the pure white angel felt that the wings on her back and the halo above her head were all faintly glowing green.

"You two know each other?"

Sophie Liya asked, almost through gritted teeth.

However, Dorothy showed a brilliant smile, her white teeth even reflecting light.

"Of course. Noah is my apprentice now. Sophie Liya, this apprentice of yours is really moist."

The Home Witch said this, courting death.

"You..."

The pure white angel was furious. In her golden eyes, it was as if flames were burning. She kept a cold face and didn't say much, but the holy fire on the great sword in her hand grew increasingly vigorous.

However, Sophie Liya didn't rush to attack. A rather ominous premonition in her heart was growing stronger.

Although her Young Lady was usually very good at angering people and could easily provoke her rage, the Young Lady was usually not this jumpy. On the contrary, she was very cautious; she would only be this arrogant when she had absolute certainty of victory.

So... could it be that I have already lost?

Damn it, when?

The pure white angel was somewhat puzzled.

She began to quickly review everything in her heart, clearing away all possible oversights, and finally, she thought of something.

"Ji Luobo? Where is Ji Luobo?"

Sophie Liya first turned her head to look for a figure in the angelic legion behind her, but found nothing. Only then did she ask her assistant, Michael, beside her.

To this, the Seraph was also somewhat puzzled, not understanding why her superior suddenly asked about this, but she still answered truthfully.

"She is still in Pan Duola City executing..."

Uh...

Halfway through her sentence, Michael also realized it and her face turned ashen.

What Pan Duola City? Now that the great flood had submerged everything, Pan Duola City had long been drowned. Logically, Ji Luobo should have returned by now, but this representative of the Thrones had yet to return.

There must be a problem here.

"Are you looking for this?"

Seeing this, Dorothy's smile became even more brilliant. She reached out and pulled out a blue-haired angel who was tied up with five flowers and had a strange gag in her mouth, then threw her toward the angel side.

"Returned to you. I think your Heaven needs to strengthen its intelligence testing. It's one thing for this Seraph to be reckless, but why are the Thrones also lacking in intelligence?"

Sophie Liya was too lazy to pay attention to the Young Lady's verbal barrage. She waved her hand to catch Ji Luobo, then removed the gag from the other's mouth with some disgust and asked.

"What is going on? What happened in Pan Duola City?"

"Suicide. Everyone in the city committed suicide. Lord Sophie Liya, those guys are all crazy. They are truly cultists."

The rescued Throne still had the terror and confusion from before she was captured in her eyes as she said this.

"Suicide?"

Sophie Liya was also somewhat confused by this answer, but she quickly came to her senses and looked at her Young Lady in shock.

She naturally wouldn't think that her Young Lady had really gone crazy and become a maniacal cultist. Then there was only one possibility for this mass suicide: just as the cult's doctrine said, the world after death would be better.

The world after death...

"Netherworld?"

Sophie Liya finally just looked at the Young Lady not far away and spat out these two words.

She had completely understood everything.

"Yeah, you guessed right. It's the Netherworld. All this is thanks to the help of your disaster beast; otherwise, things wouldn't have gone so smoothly."

Dorothy nodded. She snapped her fingers, and behind her, that familiar Ghost Gate appeared once again.

She even gave the angels a live demonstration of the Netherworld's function.

"Yeah, it's just like this. Noah, do you trust me?"

The Home Witch, leaning against the Ghost Gate, looked at the loli Pope on the Noah's Ark and asked.

And when Noah nodded, she said with a smile.

"Yeah, then please go die with your people first."

Her voice suddenly became cold, and her tone changed slightly, becoming perfectly beautiful to the point of being indescribable, as if it were the voice of heaven coming from the nine heavens, ethereal and majestic.

And so, all the mortals on the Noah's Ark died on the spot.

"You..."

Sophie Liya, who had already realized something was wrong, originally wanted to intervene, but the Young Lady's strange voice just now had directly confused her mind, making her almost draw her sword to commit suicide as well. By the time she finally woke up from that voice, it was already too late.

She could only watch helplessly as the endless souls swarmed into that Ghost Gate, and Noah's soul even came before her before leaving, bowing to her earnestly.

Sophie Liya, who knew this apprentice's personality, knew that this was Noah expressing gratitude for her previous education, but such gratitude really couldn't make her happy.

She really wanted to stop these souls from going to the Ghost Gate, but she wasn't very good at necromancy to begin with, let alone competing for the ownership of souls with the Young Lady who controlled the Netherworld system.

Of course, although she couldn't snatch them, she could also directly purify all these souls with holy light. But she finally sighed and didn't do so.

For one thing, it was her apprentice after all. Even if this apprentice had backstabbed her, she still felt soft-hearted and couldn't bring herself to do it. In the end, she still hadn't been able to change her weak personality.

She had clearly decided to shut herself off from the start, but this apprentice Noah hadn't let her shut herself off thoroughly enough.

Secondly, the big picture was already set. Even if she erased these souls, it would be of no avail; it would only make her look flustered and incompetent. Better to leave herself a little final dignity.

Sophie Liya just closed her eyes and gripped the sword in her hand. When she opened her eyes again, all emotions had been restrained.

She just calmly raised the sword in her hand, and the angelic army beside her swarmed down.

And the Home Witch also put away her playfulness. She looked at the serious Sophie Liya and snapped her fingers once again.

And so, from the hidden armories of the ten final shelters that had already been submerged by the flood, countless mechanical bodies that had originally been sleeping suddenly opened their eyes.

The dead souls now used those mechanical bodies to return to the human world.

This is Mechanical Reincarnation.

And so, a mechanical army like a tidal wave turned into a giant wave and met the angelic army diving down.

The final decisive battle between witches and angels began.

..... In the midst of war and slaughter......