Chapter 126: Witch

"After His Majesty the Emperor prepared to become a god and established the empire, this land fell into strife."

"The various churches led by deities are also secretly funding the nobles of large city-states to establish nations, which to some extent hinders the development of our empire."

"Of course, none of them are as powerful as our empire, and they are constantly at war due to conflicts between the deities; sooner or later, they will be swept away by us."

Under the guidance of Pallez, the Dream Duke made his first appearance among the upper echelons of the Solomon Family.

"Besides that, there are also some hidden organizations developing in the shadows, obstructing the establishment of the empire."

"Which hidden organizations?" Chumen suddenly felt a premonition, and his Authority of Empty Imagination stirred slightly.

Was this catching the trajectory of the tides of the era, or... the arrangement of a "Writer"?

That feeling was very strange; it was likely the reason why the Dragon of Imagination sensed something ominous during the Second Epoch and chose to be cautious.

"'Artisan' Alliance, Witch Sect..." Pallez listed these newly emerged hidden organizations.

Chumen's brow suddenly furrowed; upon hearing a certain name, his intuition became even clearer.

"Why is Adam taking an interest in this organization?"

Within the perception of the Authority of Empty Imagination, a hidden force was using the Collective Subconscious Sea to arrange for people in the Solomon Empire to pay attention to this organization, placing this name right before him.

"Witch Sect? What does that have to do with me?" Chumen was somewhat bewildered. He kept his distance from such special individuals as witches and never paid attention to them, yet now Adam had forcibly pushed them in front of him.

"Tell me about this 'Witch Sect'." Chumen made a request.

"Very well," Pallez nodded gently, cherishing this opportunity to perform before the Dream Duke, "We have already had several secret battles with the Witch Sect, involving up to the level of Demigods."

"It is said that the Witch Sect has two pillars of faith; one is the true Witch Goddess, the messenger of Doomsday."

"The second one is Dream..."

Pallez suddenly choked, his eyes widening slightly; he suddenly realized that the person before him was the very one known as "Dream".

He should have avoided mentioning the "Witch Sect," a hidden organization with something wrong about it. There were countless hidden organizations, large and small; why did he list this one?

"Heh!" Chumen chuckled, "How come I didn't know I had witch believers?"

After having a large number of dependents in the Starry Sky, he had not personally paid attention to the believers on Earth for a long time; the Dream Statue, which fixed the ritual magic, was enough to handle all the believers here.

"Continue," Chumen signaled with a nod.

"..." Pallez knew he had perhaps, likely, caused trouble, but at this point, he could only bite the bullet and continue.

If... this Witch Sect was truly established in secret by the Dream Duke, would he count as having learned some kind of secret? Would he be silenced?

The lifespan he had stolen on the side hadn't been used yet, the newly built castle wasn't finished, and he was supposed to eat the unique delicacies of the Elf Race for dinner today...

"The Dream that the witches believe in is the salvation of Doomsday, the only light in the world." Cold sweat seeped from Pallez's forehead; he felt a great sense of impending doom.

"There has never been any faith from a witch above the level of Demigod that points to me..." Chumen sensed all his believers above the level of Demigod.

The acting of the Witch Pathway and the doctrine of the Dream Sect were too different; once they passed through stages like "Pain" and "Despair," few witches could maintain themselves and conform to the Dream doctrine.

It was similar for the "Demon" Pathway; it wasn't that Chumen was discriminatory, but the acting for both of these pathways was somewhat too anti-human.

And those believers who did not conform to the Dream doctrine were generally not recorded by the Dream Statue.

"The Witch Sect believes in me; there must be something fishy about this."

Chumen realized; this was likely the reason Adam had sent this news to him.

Adam wanted to reach a deal with him; He would make certain arrangements for the Witch Sect, and Chumen wouldn't even need to lift a finger—the truth would appear before him soon.

But at the same time, certain thoughts Chumen had entertained at that Angel gathering could not be carried out.

Chumen was silent for a moment, then finally nodded slowly; the Divinity Badge on his chest had a certain power surging, notarizing this matter.

For a short time, he would not obstruct Adam's schemes until he dug out the secrets hidden within the Witch Sect.

"The leader of the Witch Sect is Cheek, a 'Doomsday Witch'." Pallez, who was before Chumen, suddenly spoke, uttering this sentence.

"Since its establishment, the Witch Sect has been spreading the Dream faith on a large scale, in an extremely distorted form."

Pallez had completely changed into a different person; his pupils reflected a phantom Collective Subconscious Sea.

He was being controlled by Adam through the Collective Subconscious Sea, speaking these pieces of information that Chumen cared about.

"In your Duke castle, there is a 'Despair Witch' who believes in Dream." After saying these words, Pallez returned to normal, even forgetting the fact that he had ever said these things.

"My Duke castle..." Chumen nodded to Pallez, then roamed directly to his own castle.

This was the Dream Castle built for him by the Solomon Family, modeled after the Fairy Tale Castle in Fantasy Land—Solomon had once seen it in Fantasy Land.

Chumen walked into the castle, and a witch dressed in maid attire happened to come before him.

"A 'Despair Witch' who believes in 'Dream'." No matter how you heard it, it sounded strange.

Chumen's gaze fell upon this witch Demigod.

She was worthy of the name of a witch; her appearance was extremely fair and sweet, and her tall figure made the bulky maid outfit look slim and full.

Her eyes were listless, and tear stains and fear still lingered on her beautiful face; she was trapped in a state of knowing she was being manipulated yet unable to break free.

"Wake up." Chumen brought the maid into the reception hall and lifted the hypnotic state on her.

Silently, two lines of tears flowed down the face of this Despair Witch; in an instant, she understood her situation through her memories, and that eerie, indescribable state made her terrified... and despairing.

"Digestion complete?" Chumen raised an eyebrow slightly; digesting through despair was quite reasonable.

"Look at who I am." Chumen used the power of "Empty Imagination" to erase the trauma the witch's mind had suffered, allowing her to look directly at Dream.

Also in the territory of the Solomon Family, there was a Creator Church that still persisted in its customs.

Such churches were not lacking throughout the world; after all, it had been less than ten years since that era declined, and there were still a large number of ZaowuzheXintu clinging to their faith.

Such believers would also be the key to the competition between the various churches.

In the center of this small church stood a huge cross, and sitting beneath the cross was a priest wearing a simple white robe.