City ​​of Witches 1195

Chapter 1195 – #282_A Hidden Card (2)

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1.
“Kill them all!”
“Push them! Just a little more!”

The Eastern Legion charged forward, their morale soaring.

“Hold them back!”
“If they break through here, it’s over! Defend with your lives!”

The witches of the Right Wing Castle forces desperately resisted.

The balance had been shattered since the Witch of Time used ‘Branching Point.’

The branching point set by Ellara Chronos had nullified the Right Wing forces’ ‘Reverse Netherlands’ project.

Of course, the absence of the sea didn’t render R’lyeh useless.

R’lyeh still had half her power left, and the ‘sea’ characteristic only supplemented her fuel efficiency. It didn’t particularly enhance the magic’s power itself.

Nevertheless, the sea was important.

Even if R’lyeh was a natural magic wielder, the tides of the magic sea required such a high cost that most witches would collapse after using it once.

With Ellara Chronos taking the front line to mark R’lyeh, it was impossible to face everyone without the sea.

What had overcome the disadvantage of the Gehenna Right Wing front was R’lyeh’s pure skill, so all that was left was to retreat again and again.

Just as R’lyeh had consumed her magic power, she had also used some magic power with the branching point.
In this situation, the way out was to quickly subdue Ellara and reorganize the troops.

“Kuh…”

However, the situation didn’t flow as easily as R’lyeh had hoped.

Ellara wasn’t exactly a witch specialized in combat.

She didn’t have powerful killing abilities in her magic like Lydia, nor did she possess an impenetrable absolute defense like Dorothy.
The magic of manipulating time itself was akin to a divine miracle, but it wasn’t suitable for combat, making it more of a utility type.

“Is that all… You’re quite impressive for a child.”
“……”

Nevertheless, Ellara was strong.

Despite having an appearance that was quite ordinary for a witch.
Despite being so unremarkable that you could easily forget her after seeing her.

She was strong.
Just strong.

It was hard to find any other way to describe it.

Clearly, R’lyeh’s attacks were much more powerful, and R’lyeh’s defenses were much sturdier, yet they couldn’t reach her.

She evaded attacks with a leisurely air, as if she were taking a stroll rather than engaging in a desperate battle.
Conversely, the blows she casually threw were so threatening that they instantly set off alarms in one’s survival instincts.

“I’ve killed more witches than you’ve ever met in your life.”

The reason was the overwhelming difference in experience.

Ellara had survived the barbaric era when Gehenna didn’t exist, and it was natural for witches to devour each other to climb the ranks.
She had lived through the chaotic era when Gehenna and Qliphoth competed for world dominance and the dark age when public enemies were hunted down en masse.

Ellara’s statement that she had killed more witches than R’lyeh had ever met was not an exaggerated boast but a plain truth.

The front line was being pushed back, R’lyeh’s overflowing magic power had plummeted to the bottom, and Ellara was completely unscathed and full of energy.

At that moment, R’lyeh felt a soundproof barrier enveloping her entire body.
The barrier that blocked sounds from both inside and outside was directed at Ellara.

“What are you plotting?”

R’lyeh, whose white uniform was stained with blood, asked with a cold glint in her eyes, her fighting spirit undiminished.

Ellara lit a cigarette, put it in her mouth, and gently admonished the young witch.

“Surrender, child of Nuckelavee.”

Ellara considered herself a reasonable person.

In reality, she had spent most of her time quietly researching magic in her own cradle, compared to her power and abilities.
Since the stabilization period brought by Keter, she hadn’t sacrificed humans or witches, so unlike Orselia, she wasn’t a public enemy.

The only things she had done that had an impact on the present world were changing her appearance to work as a physicist or serving as a professor at a famous university.

Her joining Qliphoth was more of a self-defense mechanism stemming from a sense of crisis rather than an expression of a strong sense of superiority.

If things continued as they were, either witches or humans would dominate the other, and Ellara, though it was regrettable, had simply sided with the group she felt more kinship with.

The reason she joined Hexennacht was also because it had a higher chance of winning.

She also judged that Gehenna’s lukewarm methods wouldn’t be able to control humans, and perhaps she was subconsciously resentful of Keter.

But wasn’t that how everyone lived?

They lived by pursuing their own interests within the range they could empathize with.

There was no noble spirit of philanthropy that would sacrifice one’s own kind and give up their rights for another species.
It was like hearing that one person dies of starvation every five seconds in a distant, impoverished continent and not feeling anything.

Most people could help them if they just put in a little effort or provided financial support, but they brushed it off as someone else’s problem.

However, Ellara didn’t always take the stance of a cold bystander.
Occasionally, she would extend a line of self-satisfaction to things she could see.

Just like now.

“I don’t want to kill you. Killing an old friend’s disciple makes me feel uneasy. If you surrender, I’ll help you live quietly in my workshop under the sea. You can hide quietly for a while and come out when the time is right.”
“What nonsense are you spouting?”
“I knew Salit Nuckelavee when we were young. She had a strange way of speaking like you, and she was incredibly stubborn.”

R’lyeh had no chance of winning.
Gehenna was at a huge disadvantage, and unlike R’lyeh, who had almost exhausted her magic power, Ellara had plenty of magic power left.

Therefore, this was a pure act of goodwill.
Goodwill for the disciple of a friend she once had a connection with.

“You don’t have to risk your life for Gehenna or for humans, do you? Oh, if you’re worried about the others, I’ll guarantee their safety as much as possible in the name of Chronos. Fortunately, I’ve got a decent title as a legion commander, so I can help as much as I can.”
“I cannot do that.”

However, R’lyeh rejected the offer without a moment’s hesitation.

“Why?”
“I made a promise to my friends. I will surely achieve victory and return with Siwoo. A queen’s word is heavier than gold.”
“Haa… You’re just like Salit in that regard. I guess there’s no helping it.”

Ellara put the cigarette butt back into the case and began to draw up her magic power.

“I’ll try to control my power so you don’t get hurt too much, but be careful.”
“Siwoo. Now!”

-Boom!

Ellara saw an unbelievable sight.
A magnificent wave of magic power emanated from R’lyeh, who had suddenly crouched down.
R’lyeh’s body, which had been depleted, was now filled with magic power.

“Huh?”

Ellara blinked blankly.

Indeed, she wasn’t easy to deal with.
She had a hidden card.

The wave of magic power that had obscured her vision disappeared, and Ellara looked at R’lyeh with a tense expression.

It was clearly a dangerous situation.
The opponent had pretended to be at a disadvantage and had now pulled out a trump card to turn the tables.

“Huu… Huu….Huu…. F-from now on, it begins…. Since you are my teacher’s friend, I will not hold back either. Surrender. Huu…”
“What the hell is that?!?!”

However, Ellara was dumbfounded when she saw R’lyeh, whose legs were trembling so much that her knees were almost touching the ground and whose face had turned red.

2.
Siwoo’s lovers had a hidden card.

It was magic power charging through intravaginal ejaculation.

It wasn’t a panacea.
Unfortunately, the fatigue of the magic circuit and the computational power couldn’t be restored, so it wasn’t like they could fight forever.

Also, Amelia was inherently incapable of it, and even if Eloa, whose physical condition wasn’t perfect, was charged, she couldn’t properly use it in battle.

Still, the fact that they could refill their magic power from 0 to 100 was definitely a huge merit.

It was impossible to calmly have honeybee sex in a battlefield where the situation could change at any moment.
Siwoo had created an artifact that could remotely charge magic power using his more advanced dimensional magic.

It was the pink silicone dildo wireless charger in Siwoo’s hand.

With this device, Siwoo had provided charging support to R’lyeh, Linne, and Dorothy, who were currently active on the battlefield, once each.

It might look like this, but magically, it was the culmination of ultra-high technology.
It was an amazing artifact that created a miniature ‘door’ to allow only a part of the body to pass through.

But no matter how amazing it was, there was something that couldn’t be avoided.

“Ah. I feel… a sense of self-loathing…. I’m having a huge reality check.”
“No, Siwoo. You’re doing something amazing.”

It was the self-loathing he felt for having to shake a dildo while his lovers were fighting hard, even though he knew it was necessary.
Especially since so many witches were losing their lives outside.

Sharon, who was in the same unit and had received a direct charge, was doing her best to comfort him, but Siwoo’s expression remained dark.

“I’ll do my best to beat them all. I love you.”

Sharon immediately ran back to the central army front.

The battle, which had begun to ignite in earnest, was becoming a chaotic mess as the allied and enemy forces became entangled among the familiar legions.

“……”

In fact, it was right for him to wait here quietly.
Within the support unit, Siwoo was a card to counter the former Duke of Erelim.

Until then, Siwoo’s role was to conserve his strength.

But could he really just sit here?
If he jumped into that battlefield, Siwoo could change a lot right away.

He now had the power to do so.

While examining the battlefield through the crystal ball, an anomaly appeared.

[Front! The Witch of Proverbs has appeared!]

It was the appearance of the witch ‘Orselia Limos,’ who could also change the flow of the battlefield on her own.
Siwoo jumped up from his seat.

“Count Hesed. Where are you going?”

He encountered Count Gremory as he was heading outside.

She, who was currently leading the scribes of the Secretarial Archives, was supporting the precarious battlefield by providing appropriate fire support to the allies.

“Count Hesed has an assigned duty. I cannot approve of any independent action as the acting commander-in-chief.”
“I have a plan.”
“I will not allow it if it is not a pre-arranged plan.”

Count Gremory stated her intention to adhere to the rules with a stern tone.

“Everyone is fighting. I can’t just sit here like this. I’m telling you because there’s something I can do. If I step in, the damage to the main force will definitely be reduced.”
“You have a lot of affection.”
“I’m just nosy.”

Count Gremory stared at Siwoo’s face for a moment before speaking.

“You have always brought remarkable results that have exceeded expectations.”

Count Gremory, who seemed like she would never allow it, turned her head away, pretending not to see Siwoo’s independent action, and asked.

“Will you surprise me again this time?”
“You’ll be so surprised that you’ll fall on your face.”

Siwoo, holding the red branch, headed towards the central front.