Chapter 952: Sister Alliance

When she heard the dense ringing of the bell, Dorothy immediately turned her gaze toward the entrance.

She didn’t suspect the welcome bell was broken—she instantly thought of her good sister or her rebellious disciple.

Damn, that’s more than nine rings—only someone beyond a Sage could make this noise. Is it Dnisha or Ati?

She thought nervously.

In her view, the scene was already big enough.

Lord Long himself came to celebrate her birthday—fine, that could be explained by Sophieelia’s wish—but if her good sister or Ati showed up too, she’d have no way to explain it.

Tch, only Ati would pull something like this. Dnisha’s probably still in her shell. If she shows up, I’m definitely getting dragged to the God-King’s basement.

The house witch guessed inwardly.

She glanced sideways at Lord Long, and saw Nidhogg also frowning slightly.

That confirmed it—only someone of equal rank could make a Witch King frown.

Just

The banquet hall’s doors opened. No one had entered yet, but the evil, uncanny aura had already flooded in, causing most guests to involuntarily shiver.

Although today’s Dragon King’s Palace had no entry restrictions—anyone could enter—most guests were still lingering in the outer courtyards; those inside the banquet hall were figures of some standing in the Witch World, at least ranked as Title-Bearing Grand Witches.

Such power was already notable across the entire West Universe, yet merely the aura of this newcomer sent chills down their spines.

This could only mean the uninvited guest was terrifying.

And spreading with the evil aura was the scent of sulfur.

No mistake—it’s a Demon

Hmm, a Demon God

Two beautiful, sinister figures stepped in.

The one ahead was a beautiful woman in white robes and silver hair, as if she had stepped from a church fresco—her smiling face radiated noble divinity, making anyone who saw her think of dawn breaking through darkness, instinctively drawn to her.

Yet behind this godlike beauty were twelve black wings brimming with evil and ill omen.

She was once the Archangel of Heaven, the Dawn King, now the ruler of the Abyss, the Demon God of Pride.

Her name: Lucifer.

Behind Lucifer stood a woman dressed as a maid.

She appeared merely a servant to the Pride Demon God, yet her strikingly gorgeous mature face bore a defiant smile with not a trace of subservience.

As soon as she entered, the maid scanned the room like a shopper in a mall, choosing her favorite goods—every witch her gaze touched felt a chill, as if a venomous snake had locked onto them.

Even though the maid’s eyes carried a smile, beneath it lay a greed that seemed ready to devour lives whole.

That was normal—she was the embodiment of Greed, its sovereign.

Her name: Mammon.

The Greed Demon God, Mammon.

“Apologies, everyone. The Abyss is far from the Witch World—we hope we haven’t arrived too late.”

Facing the hall’s stares—some startled, some terrified—Lucifer offered a gentlemanly apology.

Though she was the Demon God of Pride, she seemed surprisingly humble and courteous.

Yet no one here believed this ancient, fearsome demon was truly humble; all remained wary of these uninvited guests.

The Sin Demon Gods of the Abyss were true titans of the entire West Universe, its undisputed rulers from the past, through the present, and into any foreseeable future.

But now, ancient myth had stepped into reality—Sin Demon Gods had truly descended, and not just one, but two.

Had they appeared at any other time or place, the guests would have already been in chaos—even the dozen or so Sages present offered little comfort.

After all, before the Sin Demon Gods, even Grand Witches were as fragile as children before adults—they could barely protect themselves, let alone others.

Fortunately, this was the Dragon King’s Palace, hosted by Nidhogg.

Guests turned with reverence and awe toward the tall figure nearby, dressed as a knightly lady—and instantly calmed from their panic.

This was the safety the Witch King provided.

What were Sin Demon Gods? Merely history. The true rulers of the West Universe now were only the Three Kings.

“Ladies, don’t be so tense or solemn—we’re here only to attend the young lady’s birthday banquet. The Noble One himself said: anyone who comes with blessings may join this celebration.”

Seeing the hall’s mood grow heavy, Mammon stepped forward to liven things up.

But no witch believed this notoriously cunning demon—everyone’s eyes fixed on Lord Long, awaiting the Witch King’s decision.

In response, Nidhogg studied the two intruders with interest, then smiled.

“Since you’ve come bearing blessings, you are guests.”

With her words, the banquet hall’s tension eased.

Only Dorothy frowned slightly, her gaze locked on Lucifer and Mammon, feeling a toothache.

Couldn’t she just have a quiet birthday? Why make it so dramatic?

As if sensing her stare, the Pride Demon God looked her way—this beautiful, godlike yet subtly sinister woman smiled gently at her.

“What are you doing here?”

Dorothy wasn’t afraid of the demon’s gaze—she shot back a look asking the same.

“You’re late. Adam already delivered his gift and ran off last night.”

Dorothy added.

Well, this demon was her godfather—old acquaintance—and the house witch didn’t think he’d come for her.

Lucifer blinked at her gaze.

“Can’t I simply be here to attend the banquet, my dear goddaughter? As your godfather, I wouldn’t miss such an important moment.”

He replied with his eyes.

Dorothy didn’t believe him for a second—she rolled her eyes.

“What an honor, Godfather.”

She said sarcastically.

Though this Sin Demon God was ancient and terrifying, after several encounters, she’d grown more relaxed—she knew her godfather cared far more about her father than her.

Yes, before he dealt with Adam, Lucifer wouldn’t touch her.

You hurt my feelings, child. Fine—we came on the Demon King’s orders. He said it wouldn’t be fair if only Nidhogg received glory, and he sent us to convey his birthday blessings to you.

The Pride Demon God shrugged and whispered.

Hearing this, Dorothy finally exhaled.

Okay, Guoran it was A Di causing trouble.

But she didn’t come herself?

The house witch wondered—she’d expected the rebellious disciple to show up and wreck the party, but…

She glanced at Nidhogg beside her—and suddenly understood.

Hmm, looks like Lord Long’s fist really hurts.

But this was better—Lucifer and the others showing up were scary, but people might suspect the Sin Demon Gods had some scheme, not that they came for her specifically. That was better than Ati showing up in person.

Dorothy thought this, and relaxed—

Ding dong dong.

Too bad, she hadn’t even finished exhaling when the bell rang again, continuously.

Dorothy: “...”

No way, more experts?

Her heart rose again.

Of course, she wasn’t the only one tense—other guests also grew alert again, all eyes turning to the entrance.

Then everyone felt a sudden brightness.

Literally bright—the blinding holy light flooded in, making them feel as if a flash grenade had been thrown.

Along with the light came majestic sacred hymns, as if millions sang in unison; merely hearing them made one yearn to surrender to faith.

Finally, two figures emerged from the holy radiance.

When the figures within the holy light truly appeared, Dorothy froze in shock.

Damn, two more familiar faces—but how the hell did these two end up together?

But others didn’t just freeze—among the witches, aside from the dozen or so Round Table Knights, everyone instantly shifted into combat stance, their formal gowns transforming into battle robes, wine cups replaced by wands.

The banquet hall became a battlefield in an instant—joy vanished, replaced by bone-chilling malice; thousands of wands glowed with magical energy, all pointed at the newcomers.

Yeah, this reception was far more intense than the two Sin Demon Gods got.

What could you do? This guest was far more heavyweight.

Yet the two newcomers remained calm before the thousands of wands.

“Is this how witches treat guests? I’ve served my sentence.”

The radiant, sunlike white-haired woman raised her hands in surrender, then looked toward Lord Long and asked.

The guest seemed friendly—but any witch who saw the twelve pure white wings behind her couldn’t stay calm.

Every witch knew this being—and feared and despised her.

The Radiant Lord, Gabriel—the one who nearly destroyed the Witch World.

But wasn’t she sealed by the God-King? How could she be here?

Many witches were confused.

But then some recalled the recent rumor of a new Holy Child in the God-King’s Church—could it be…

The witches finally understood what the Angel King meant by “served my sentence.”

Indeed, this most ancient and strongest Angel King cannot be killed—even the Divine King could only seal him, but any seal will eventually be broken.

Moreover, the witch world today is no longer the weak world of old; now, they no longer need to fear this once nearly invincible opponent.

But logic is logic—when actually facing this terrifying enemy who has always played the role of the ultimate villain in every story since childhood, few witches can truly remain calm.

“Alright, put away your weapons. Today is a good day; no more warfare.”

At that moment, Nidhogg’s voice rang out, and the witches gradually sheathed their weapons.

The Dragon King’s gaze shifted from Gabriel to the figure behind the Angel King, and his towering, invincible dragon body instinctively trembled.

Of course, Dorothy trembled along with him.

The Home Witch’s eyes locked tightly onto the angel, who appeared plain, as if merely Gabriel’s attendant.

Behind her, no angelic wings unfolded; above her head, no halo glowed—she seemed entirely mortal.

Her face bore a shepherd’s mask, beneath which shone brilliant golden hair.

Damn, sis, you really came?

Dorothy’s whole body went numb.

The other witches couldn’t recognize this masked figure and assumed she was just Gabriel’s attendant angel—but how could the Home Witch not recognize her own sister?

And

Oh my god, this aura isn’t from the true Shepherdess of the Underworld—so that means—

Divine King Dineisha.

Dorothy instantly grew tense and unconsciously gripped the hand still held by the Dragon King.

But then she immediately felt the Dragon King’s hand trembling too.

Wait, Lord Nidhogg, why are you shaking too?

The Home Witch was speechless.

Where’s the invincible Dragon King you promised? Don’t chicken out now!

Meanwhile, the masked Shepherdess’s gaze fell upon their clasped hands.

Dorothy: “...”

Nidhogg: “...”

Both immediately let go, as if delaying a second would burn them.

This guest was a true surprise—no one expected her to actually come.

Dorothy had only thought Arti would show up to cause trouble, but this one chickened out.

Nidhogg had assumed the Divine King was still in self-imposed isolation, unable to escape the past—but in reality, she had come right to her doorstep.

And even then, she came disguised as Gabriel’s attendant.

Wait, aren’t you two enemies? How did you end up together?

Meanwhile, the Lord of Radiance smiled, then turned her gaze toward Lucifer beside her.

“My dear brother, it’s been so long—I’ve missed you so much.”

Gabriel said.

Lucifer: “...”

The proud Demon Lord’s smile stiffened under the gaze of his former brother, now his sister.

He could no longer muster his pride.

Under the sisters’ stares,

It’s like catching someone in the act—so weird.