Chapter 701: Lantern of the Past

Death, what kind of feeling is this?

Even as a transmigrator who had already been hit and killed by a mud truck once, Dorothy still couldn't say.

After all, back then, he was at most just a mortal otaku who had practiced martial arts for a few years. After being hit and killed, his soul was muddled, and other than the voice of God that he heard like an auditory hallucination at the moment of death, he didn't perceive anything else.

But it's different now. A witch's soul is extremely tough, not to mention that she seems to be a destined saint, and this soul is surprisingly pure. Even though it has completely collapsed and dissipated at this moment, the Home Witch's will is still very clear.

She only felt as if she had fallen into a deep sea, constantly sinking, sinking, sinking...

At first, she could vaguely see the hazy light and shadow above the sea surface, but as she dived deeper and deeper into this seemingly bottomless ocean, she could no longer see anything else; everything around her was darkness.

To be honest, Dorothy was a bit spooked. She is actually quite timid. When she was a mortal, she was even afraid of ghosts. Now, although she is not afraid of "ghosts" like zombies or spirits after practicing in the necromancy department during her witch period, she is still a bit afraid of this kind of darkness where she can't see her fingers and which seems to block all her perception.

In the end, what she was afraid of before might not have been ghosts, but the unknown displayed in the form of ghosts.

The oldest and most intense emotion of humanity is fear, and the oldest and most intense fear is the fear of the unknown.

In layman's terms, it's what's called having no bottom in one's heart.

Of course, the Home Witch's fear at this moment couldn't be considered very intense. Although this darkness that blocked her perception made her a bit spooked, Dorothy was, after all, carrying a resurrection item, and she had connections in the Netherworld, knowing that she was just going through the motions now and would soon be a lively salted fish again.

So, overall, it hadn't reached the level of being truly afraid.

Moreover, as the sinking depth became deeper and deeper, Dorothy found that she began to uncontrollably recall the past.

Well, in this darkness of death, besides recalling the past, she didn't seem to be able to do anything else.

And as she recalled unconsciously, those memory images stored in her memory palace floated out bit by bit, turning into fluorescent jellyfish like water balls.

These fluorescent jellyfish were like fireflies in the dark night, finally creating a little bit of light in this endless darkness, and this light also dispelled the fear in Dorothy's heart that was only at the spooked level.

She stared at these fluorescent jellyfish, and inside the crystal-clear jellyfish bodies were flashes of memories.

There were memories of his previous life.

Those days of boxing and practicing sword arts in the bustling city were nostalgic.

But the most were the memories of staying at home every day watching anime and playing games.

Then there were her memories of this life.

There were the days of wandering with Adam in her childhood.

There were memories of being a big shot on the Mana Web.

And there were also the daily routines with her sisters in the Witch Academy recently.

But the most were the days when she was addicted to magic learning for countless nights, pondering over magic runes, and then piecing together brand-new spells bit by bit.

In short, she was an autistic dead otaku in both lives, truly hopeless.

However, Dorothy, surrounded by countless memory jellyfish, suddenly keenly noticed some other memories.

Those didn't seem to be memories from his or her memory palace, or rather, they were hidden memories that had always existed but she had never noticed.

That was a segment of memories belonging to a nun named Dorothy.

Father Adam is her father, and she has a childhood sweetheart of an adoptive sister named Dinisha, who is just an ordinary shepherdess in the village.

However, in private, the nun was actually a witch being hunted by the church, and she had always been secretly researching some magic potion methods in the basement of her own church.

As a transmigrator, the nun was ambitious and had great ambitions. With amazing talent, she felt that she must be a protagonist-like figure, so she practiced diligently every day.

Although the world she transmigrated into seemed to be just a low-magic world, and some of the magic she came into contact with was more like tricks and alchemy than magic.

But it doesn't matter; nothing in the world is difficult for one who sets their mind to it.

The nun witch felt that she was so smart and still a protagonist, so raising the level of the entire world by her own efforts was not a problem. After all, that's how it was played in the anime she watched in her previous life.

The once lazy otaku was incomparably diligent in this life, simply liver-exploding with her life. She compared it with her experience of reading various anime in her previous life, and forcibly squeezed out magic inspiration from that pile of imaginary virtual works, writing the prototype of the eight major magic systems.

She even realized early on that her background seemed unusual. Although Father Adam looked like an ordinary priest, the nun still discovered a power hidden very deep within her body.

It was a bit similar to the taste of divine status and divine blood mentioned in the previous life, seeming to be naturally close to nature and also able to guide people's thoughts or beliefs.

The nun felt that this was definitely her golden finger.

She had already planned that after she became an adult, she would go to Father Adam to ask for a recommendation letter, and then climb up the church system all the way, so as to better absorb the power of faith and climb up hard.

Hmm, the classic protagonist's growth path. If she becomes the Pope one day, she must build a big crystal palace.

Once she thought of this, the nun was full of motivation, and she was full of energy when she worked hard. She even took time to develop her strength in the village. Relying on the knowledge of a transmigrator, she fooled all the villagers in this village, which only had a medieval development level, into becoming her believers, and established a small underground cult.

In short, everything went smoothly. If there were no accidents, a genius like her would have a cheat-like life like a refreshing novel.

However, that day, when a witch-hunting squad of the church passed by the village and saw her sister, who was a village girl but a bit too beautiful, everything changed.

The shepherdess sister was accused of being a witch, and the witch-hunter even had a perverted hobby of wanting her to burn her sister to death with her own hands.

Hehe, this group of scum is simply courting death.

They obviously didn't know whose territory this village was. This was her base camp that she had operated for more than ten years. Except for Father Adam and the shepherdess sister, everyone else around was her believer and minion.

Laughing to death, witch-hunters, you really are blind cats hitting a dead mouse. This village really is the home of a witch.

This group of bastards actually dared to lay a hand on her sister. They are dead for sure. Even if that so-called Radiant Lord descended in person, he couldn't save them. She put these words here.

However, although she said so, there was really no high-level talent available in this broken village. Although her underground cult was very obedient, the combat effectiveness of these villagers who didn't even know a few characters was really worrying. It was really difficult to deal with a fully armed witch-hunting squad.

But it's not a big problem. The nun had already refined fireproof magic potions in advance, and had secretly mixed them into her sister's drinking water. She wouldn't be really burned to death later.

And she would also really set a fire later to attract the attention of those witch-hunters. When the fire of judging the witch burned fiercely, these perverts with perverted hobbies would definitely be at their most relaxed. At that time, they wouldn't think that the honest and numb villagers around them would suddenly pull out manure forks for a righteous backstab.

Hmph, witch-hunters? Taste the taste of the righteous manure fork. That's an old object used for hundreds of years, carrying the touch of plague, and she also coated it with deadly poison. One fork per witch-hunter is not a problem.

However, the plan was beautiful. In order not to startle the snake, she even endured the pain and didn't dare to tell her sister about her plan, but when the plan was really implemented, an accident happened.

Although the "Body of No Burning" magic potion she configured could make people immune to fire damage, it would still feel the burning pain of fire. But this was already the best magic potion in her hand. After all, the village was poor and white, and there were really no resources to configure better high-level magic potions.

However, she also configured a turtle-breathing magic potion. This potion would make her sister lose consciousness quickly and fall into a state of suspended animation. In this way, it would be like anesthesia, which could minimize the pain.

However, when the confident nun really lit the fire and prepared to carry out the plan, she was stunned to find that her sister on the stake was looking at her with sorrow, and those eyes that used to be full of doting on her were filled with unimaginable pain.

That was the heart wound of being betrayed by a loved one.

Oh my, I was too confident this time. I lit the fire too quickly and decisively. I forgot to perform a bit of sadness and reluctance. Now I've hurt my sister's heart. There will be plenty of apologies later.

The nun was stunned for a moment, and then felt remorse in her heart.

And what made her even more confused was that although it was time for the turtle-breathing magic potion to take effect, her sister on the stake still didn't close her eyes. She just kept looking at her decisive self with such sorrow.

That rich sorrow turned into despair, and despair bred hatred and madness, eventually completely blackening.

The nun didn't understand what happened at all. She only knew that a terrifying power erupted from her sister in the flames, and then swept the whole field. Countless flaming crosses rose from the ground, and those villagers and witch-hunters all turned into burning torches in an instant.

The nun herself almost became a nun barbecue, but fortunately, Father Adam suddenly erupted and saved her life.

She hadn't been surprised that her old father was indeed a deep-hidden master, when the old father suddenly vomited blood and fell to the ground, seeming to have some old illness flare up, losing his power.

Then there was a dragon roar, and a huge fat dragon crawled out from the basement of their church. The giant dragon grabbed the father and daughter, wanting to take them away.

But a terrifying magic light cannon attacked from behind. The giant dragon only had time to protect the father and daughter under its body, but the next moment, the terrifying magic cannon was like a sharp blade, cutting across the giant dragon's neck.

The huge giant dragon was thus separated from its head and body.

Everything happened too fast, so fast that the nun, who was confident just now, only realized what had happened now.

She looked at her blackened sister walking slowly toward her while bathing in dragon blood, and then showed a bitter smile.

Is this the retribution for being too confident?

It's a pity that reality didn't leave her time to think more, and her sister, who was already enchanted, obviously wouldn't listen to her explanation.

Therefore, there was only one thing she could do.

The nun lit her golden finger, and the divine blood burned fiercely in her body, turning into powerful power.

However, this divine blood, which had not yet received enough faith nourishment, was not easy to burn, but it didn't matter. She was still quite young, and her vitality was quite sufficient.

She would bear her own mistakes, and she could only end the evil she created herself.

However, it was really a failed life. She only cared about various research and liver-exploding, and didn't experience the beauty of the other world at all. Now it's good, dad is gone, the dragon is dead, the sister is blackened, and the believers have all become barbecues. Look at what she has protected?

Tsk, is this the price of being a protagonist? Also, protagonist, life is destined to be bumpy, a lone star of heaven, so why did I have a brain cramp and want to be a protagonist when I was bored?

The inflated nun was slapped awake, but she woke up a bit late.

And now, having lost everything, she had no ambitions. It seemed there was only one thing she could do, and that was to at least save one...

Otherwise, she, the transmigrator, would really be too ashamed to speak to other peers later.

The nun, burning with divine blood, clenched her fists and walked toward her sister, whose eyes were filled with madness...

"Damn, it hurts like hell."

Dorothy suddenly jumped up. The pain of being burned all over just now seemed to still have some residue, making her have phantom pain.

But she directly bumped into two soft masses, and then a familiar fragrance broke into her nasal cavity.

That was a scent she was very familiar with, familiar enough to be engraved into the depths of her soul. After all, the two grew up together, and even spent most of their time sleeping in the same bed.

This is the scent of iris, and also the scent of her sister Mona Lisa.

Her good sister never used any perfume or anything. Well, a village girl in the countryside couldn't afford such high-end things.

But there used to be a large iris flower sea outside the village that had turned into a sea of fire. Countless blue irises bloomed there. When her sister was herding sheep, she would often pass by that flower sea, and when she came back, she would carry some iris fragrance on her body.

The nun once liked this flower fragrance very much. When the sisters slept at night, she would use her sister as a pillow and fall asleep smelling the elegant fragrance on the other party.

However, the Home Witch didn't like iris flowers very much, especially blue irises.

Because the flower language of this kind of flower is not very auspicious. It symbolizes broken passion, wandering fate, and unforgettable love.

In her hometown in her previous life, blue irises were also known as Zhu Yingtai flowers, which shows how inauspicious this thing is.

Dorothy didn't like such tragic things.

The Home Witch opened her eyes and saw the face of her good sister who was also looking down at her.

She was lying on her good sister's lap, enjoying what might be the highest treatment in the whole world—a lap pillow.

The two looked at each other. This face, which was already close to the appearance of a god, was breathtakingly beautiful, a world of difference from the village girl in her memory.

However, in those emerald eyes, there was the same doting as in her memory.

And seeing her sister wake up, these eyes curved slightly, revealing a smile, but this smile quickly dissipated, turning into a reproach without any deterrence.

"How could you be so reckless? Those guys are not worth your sacrifice. I don't want there to be a next time, otherwise, that Yingzhou Island will have no need to exist."

Her sister looked at her sister in her arms with heartache and said so coldly.

Just now, she used great perseverance to hold back from making a move to directly destroy the Yingzhou Island. For her, let alone the Yingzhou Island, even the whole world was far less important than a single hair of her sister.

"Yes, yes, yes, I listen to you, sister."

Dorothy had no choice but to lie back obediently.

"Does it hurt?"

Mona Lisa gently touched her sister's head and asked.

"Actually, it doesn't hurt very much."

The Home Witch blinked and answered.

She was telling the truth; after all, the pain was all carried by Little Four.

The Fairy King is cursing.

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