Chapter 1187 – #281_All-Out War (2)

#1181

1.

The mess that was reminiscent of the last party of the Resistance before the uprising was sorted out.

Their eyes are directed at the little witch standing on the banquet hall podium.

To Duke Eloa Tiphareth, who has unique light pink hair and mysterious pink eyes.

A windbreaker for good mobility and wide-leg training clothes.

Hair tied tightly so as not to be cumbersome.

The clothing worn by Eloa on the makeshift platform is, in fact, clearly unignified activewear compared to Gehenna’s strict aesthetic standards.

But no one saw her attire and questioned her qualifications.

That’s why she took on the role of commander-in-chief of the Gehenna Society’s allied forces.

The tightly closed lips of her slowly opened.

“There was much tribulation.”

The identity of the world revealed.

The danger of humans has been proven as warned by Duke Erelim.

As a result, the division of Gehenna began.

The unity and expansion of Hexennacht’s power to seek world hegemony in the absence of Kether.

The betrayal of the great sage Duke Erelim.

Message from Gehenna’s largest school, Truth and Truth Academic Conference.

Unfavorable power ratio reversed in an instant.

A final, unavoidable all-out battle with perfect timing.

“How is it? It’s the worst situation that can’t get any worse, so much so that you can’t help but laugh out loud. “Even if you say it well, it’s like being one step away from the worst.”

There has never been a time when a witch of this size or a witch of this average rank collided all at once.

You only know how to fight when you lose, but there is no genealogy to refer to.

Therefore, ‘odds’ become even more important.

If defeat is in the air, it will collapse in an instant, and on the other hand, if it feels like victory is in the air, it will burn violently.

However, numerous variables were already on the scales pointing to Gehenna’s defeat.

The defeat was even darker.

“I know there are still those who hesitate. “I know that anxiety rather than fighting spirit, and nervousness rather than a sense of duty, are eating away at someone’s heart.”

Eloa did not speak passionately like a demagogue war.

She didn’t even shake her fist, as if she was influenced by her own words.

“How ever. And yet you are still here. You, the purpose of your life, is to inherit the magic of your ancestors and leave your will to future generations to perfect their magic. “I am standing on a battlefield where I am at a “Huge disadvantage.”

“Because we all know this one thing. What will happen if Qliphoth and Hexennacht become the order of the world?
Something will happen.”

I just say it quietly and calmly.

“Says Qliphoth. A witch is a seeker chosen to walk her magic path.”

“Anything other than magic is just a common bond, and a witch must overcome it.”

“The only fate given to witches is magic, and everything is justified in order to achieve that mission.”

That is merit.

Extreme witchism that considers ethics and morality as additional issues.

That appearance may be the fundamental attribute of the ‘witch’ itself.

But Eloa cannot agree with them.

“Is that really so?”

“Is there no meaning to witches other than magic?”

“The mission we inherited from our teacher. A mission to entrust to our children. “Is it just a crystallization of stubbornness?”

I deny it.

The foundation that has maintained this city is not like that.

“No.”

“We are all gathered here because we believe there is something more important than that.”

Someone nods their head slightly as if in agreement.

It makes someone clench their fist, and someone else reignites their cooling enthusiasm.

“To protect the order that our ancestors risk their lives to protect. For the honor that makes a witch a witch. To follow the path that I believe is right. For peace to pass on to our children.”

As Eloa continued to speak, the Gehenna witches raised the cup in her hand.

Inside was red wine that resembled blood.

“Also for witches.”

The corners of the glasses shine under the colorful lights created by the candle holders.

“For the witch.”

Amid the solemn chanting, the glasses in the witches’ hands broke, scattering red wine on the floor.

The farewell liquor has seen into the dry land where many people will fall.

2.

The camps of Gehenna and Hexennacht were divided into two.

Hexennacht’s camp, which made Russia the capital of the Witch Empire, naturally moved to the north of the desert.

Gehenna, who opposed him, occupied the south.

A platform with Qliphoth’s flag fluttering on the left and right.

Just like Gehenna, Orselia, the commander of the army, was giving a speech in front of the army.

The atmosphere of the camp is different from Gehenna.

They were rough and warlike, and the morale of those who found the answer was high.

There was a haze of warlike tension, as if it would explode with just a light stab.

The beasts that had suppressed and hidden their true nature for a long time were released from the prison called Kether.

I found justification by looking at the dangers of humans.

As soon as the Witch Empire was declared, it quickly ate up the second world.

Even the actual leader of Gehenna sympathized with Hexennacht’s will her and joined this side, and as a result, she gained superior power over Gehenna.

Most of the witches belonging to Hexennacht participated in the war.

It’s even weirder if morale is low.

So much so that there is no need for a separate solo speech.

Orselia glanced around him and spread her arms out, looking very satisfied.

“Comrades who have been persecuted together for a long time. We know what this war is for.”

“It is to remove disgusting hypocrites from the throne, lay the foundation for the witch empire, and punish the humans who were living in empty houses.”

“Duke Erelim, the great sage of Gehenna, also helped our Qliphoth with his excellent insight.”

Suddenly, boos broke out from the audience who were listening.

There are also harsh swear words mixed in.

Erelim clearly betrayed Gehenna and joined Qliphoth by reporting a major internal spy.

However, he was a public enemy for a long time.

In addition, an internal executive was recently killed due to a dispute with the ‘Nightmare Witch’.

Although her usefulness was recognized and accepted by the higher-ups, there were still many more witches who were hostile to Erelim.

“Why are you keeping me alive!”

“When will you kill that bitch?”

“Let’s rip our limbs apart, hang them, and march!”

Miscellaneous items thrown onto the podium.

Orselia was absurd yet cheerful.

For her, who has lived a boring life to the point where her body is distorted, each and every event like this is extremely enjoyable and fun.

It’s enough to believe that I’ve lived for this moment.

Propaganda is like a kind of drama.

This means that narrative, build-up, and highlights must exist for deeper immersion.

What information to solve and at what time is also an important factor.

The three old witches who currently serve as commanders of Qliphoth’s legions received the ‘Witches of Aries’ as a burnt offering from Erelim.

But that cannot be the only reason for accepting Erelim.

Erelim proved with another corpse that her defection was not a whim or a deception.

-Tap!

It reminds me of the loot that Lelim brought to Giza, where Orcelia knocked on her platform with the heel of her shoe.

The noisy public officials all took their breath away.

Some even let out short screams.

This is because the limp body of a witch, whom all public officials had once feared, surfaced.

And among the witches who have become public figures, there is no one who does not know her appearance.

Duke of Kether.

Her body her, with her neck bent at an unnatural angle, had her stigma removed, but only after it had been proven to be her’real body her’her through all sorts of magical tests.

“The old, worn-out chain has been completely broken.”

Although Keter’s death was confirmed by various circumstances, it still remained an unprecedented fear in the hearts of public officials.

She was such a tyrannical and fearful being.

The old dragon who slaughtered his own people for the sake of order has died.

“The apostate queen who persecuted her comrades is dead.”

It seems as if audience members who have taken hallucinogenic drugs are experiencing the highlight of a top star’s performance.

Fierce cheers, scream-like cries, and the sound of tumbling footsteps that are so exalted that they almost explode, echo like fireworks.

Orcelia felt like she was a popular DJ.

When the mood was at its peak, she thought it would be cooler to speak in a dictator style and shouted with all she might.

“This is not a war, but a festival pleading the prosperity of the empire!”

The army responds with cheers to every word Orselia says.

In the wake of wildly heated emotions, sparks of magical power leap out.

“Plunder and plunder! Be greedy and take away!”

“Traitors who abandoned their duties as witches! The blood and white bones they will scatter on these sand dunes today will become the fertilizer for a new era!”

“And we will witness! The shameful act of cowards begging for their lives after struggling in bondage for the past years! How a man who used to indulge himself without compensation serves the seeker! A miracle where the order that had been distorted for hundreds of years is restored to its proper place! The era of witches who have regained the glory they deserve! All of this…”

The crowd became quiet as Orselia clenched her fist.

Orselia recited in a low voice as if marking her final stop.

“For the witch.”

The time for decisive battle has come.