City ​​of Witches 1218

Chapter 1218 – #286_For The Witch

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1.
Erelim quietly surveyed the battlefield from the rear.

Although the front lines were stretched out long to the west, south, and east relative to the number of personnel, she saw every situation as if she were looking down from the sky through a satellite.

“……”

As expected, Orselia was hesitant to put Erelim on the front lines.

Even though deploying her alone would greatly tip the scales of the Hexen Nacht in their favor.
The reason was quite simple.

In this Hexen Nacht, Erelim was considered one of the greatest contributors to the war.

Erelim was an asymmetrical force of the 25th level in herself, and she was the one who cut off the breath of Keter, who had long terrified the public.

Because she expressed her intention to defect, the Truth and True Name Academic Society, the largest academic society in Gehenna, declared that they would not surrender or participate in the war.
As a result, Gehenna’s morale was greatly diminished even before the fight, and Hexen Nacht was invigorated.

From Hexen Nacht’s point of view, Erelim had already become the biggest contributor.

So much so that the aftermath of the war was burdensome.

Arrogantly, Hexen Nacht was already considering the distribution of rewards after the war, and for political reasons, they had placed Erelim in the rear to prevent her from ‘playing an active role’ as much as possible.

They added excuses like, ‘You are our greatest force, so we must use you at an important moment.’

It was a foolish thing to do.
But in war, foolish things are as common as artillery shells.

And looking at the results, it was hard to dismiss their confidence as just arrogant foolishness.

The central front, where witches and their familiars were intertwined, had become a wedge shape, repeating advances and retreats, while the western and eastern corps were clashing fiercely, blocking the enemy’s attempts.

In the desert, which had become unrecognizable due to the various magic spells, the advantage was slightly in favor of Hexen Nacht.

On the other hand, Gehenna was repeatedly defeated, as their plans were thwarted by Hexen Nacht’s strategy of recklessly throwing in humans and witches.

Erelim recalled.

‘It’s been a long time since I’ve seen it like this.’
‘Lilith.’

The day she learned the truth of the world from the confused Keter.
The day Erelim, who had swallowed her doubts and repeatedly obeyed Keter blindly, was abandoned.
The day she learned that Keter, who had vowed to create a world for witches, had betrayed everyone.
And so, the day she ended the life of Keter, whom she regarded as her sister, teacher, and mother.

Lilith had found Erelim.
Clutching onto a life that would soon be cut short because her mother, Keter, was dead.

‘I can roughly guess what you’re going to do. I don’t want to support it at all.’
‘I won’t help you. I won’t interfere either. So, there’s no need to be so on edge.’
‘But you should still listen. Being wary is good, but it’s a shame to just chase away an opportunity that has come your way. The gift I’m giving you is for when your purpose goes wrong.’

Lilith had offered that sweet temptation that had led countless witches to ruin until the very end.
Her eyes were as seductive as a sly snake, but the words that her pink tongue flicked out were dangerously captivating.

The gist was one thing.

Revenge.

Gehenna.
Shin Siwoo.
His daughter, Malika Hesed.
And the peace of the human world.

To deny and destroy everything that Keter had created after betraying Erelim.

The hypocrites of the world preach that revenge is futile and meaningless.
It is just the empty murmuring of those who have never lost anything precious.

Revenge is not a product of reason.
It is a desire that makes you throw yourself like a moth to a flame, even though you know it is irrational and unreasonable.

But Erelim had shaken off the impulse and made a different choice.

To present a new path to those who had fallen in vain and pitifully.
Because she had no doubt that it was the destiny given to Erelim at any time.

To truly create a world for witches.

“I hereby announce to all members of the Truth and True Name Academic Society.”

On the battlefield, which had reached a stalemate due to fierce confrontation, a huge wheel turned behind the Hexen Nacht Southern Corps, making a roaring sound as a ‘door’ opened.

What was visible behind the space that had opened like a long eye was the academic hall of the Truth and True Name Academic Society and the witch corps lined up in front of it, each armed.

The elite force, which accounted for 30% of Gehenna’s total military power, looked at the battlefield with eyes full of fighting spirit.

They were the members of the academic society who had declared that they would not participate in the war under Erelim’s instructions and had locked the door.
This was to prevent any internal spies who might have infiltrated the academic society from informing Hexen Nacht, and for the same reason, no instructions were transmitted within the academic society.

“Before us are the main enemies of the witches who disrupt the order of the world, the gangs who are blinded by their arrogance and oppress their own kind.”

Erelim had lost her way.
She had been betrayed by the one she trusted more than anyone, and standing on the rainbow was nothing but an illusion.

Then, was there nothing left in her hands?

No, that was not the case.
There was still something left.

The city of witches, Gehenna.

The precious fruit that she had created with her old friends, crying and laughing together.
That alone was not meaningless, nor could anyone deny it.

“Show them what the pride of Gehenna is. Everything is for the witches and for Gehenna.”

Since the head of the academic society, who was trusted by everyone, was moving the corps, that one word was enough.

“The head of the academic society has given the order!”
“For Gehenna!”
“You will remember the footsteps of the great Truth and True Name Academic Society!”

A surge of momentum headed towards the rear of the Southern Corps.

The tide of the war changed in an instant, as the elite force, which accounted for 30% of Gehenna’s total military power, was recalled to the rear while they had a slight advantage.

“What, what is it? Weren’t they on our side?”
“Damn it! Damn it! I knew it! A betrayal within a betrayal?”
“Orselia! Where is Orselia!”
“Kkyaaaaak!!!”

Erelim revealed her strategy in a situation that was, to put it bluntly, inescapable.
The Southern Corps, which was caught in the middle of the desert, had no choice but to face an imminent crisis from which they could not escape.

“It’s an opportunity! Counterattack! Counterattack!”
“Erelim’s betrayal, it wasn’t a betrayal?”
“I knew it! There’s no way the great sage of Gehenna would turn her back on us!”
“Counterattack!”

The witches of Gehenna, who had been in despair at Erelim’s betrayal, soon grasped the situation and launched a massive counterattack.
The impact on the front line would soon spread like a wave to the western and eastern front lines.

This was planned from the beginning.
Just as Hexen Nacht had done, Erelim had decided to filter out all impurities before establishing a new order.

“……”

Erelim, who had been observing the battlefield, quietly turned her steps.
Towards Shin Siwoo.

2.
After sending Orselia to the junkyard.

Siwoo felt somehow displeased.

Was it because his brain had been thoroughly stirred up?
Or was it because the instincts that had been suppressed by reason had been forcibly pulled out, leaving scars in his mind?

Of course, he didn’t feel even a shred of pity for Orselia.

That bitch deserved to die.
How dare she try to touch his lovers?

Anyway, he felt somehow unpleasant.
The sensation of being intimately mixed with a stranger inside of him, who was not himself, was similar to the feeling he had during the Lydia incident when he temporarily merged with the Black Knight.

“This is not the time for this.”

He shook his head.
The war was in full swing, and he had already spent a lot of time.

The ‘3,600 times the time of the mansion’ that Orselia had mentioned was a lie that Siwoo had made up so that he could be comfortably invaded.
It was true that the density of time was denser in the mental space, but it was only about 10 times, at most.

In reality, it meant that more than two hours had passed outside.

At that moment, Siwoo felt countless gazes piercing into his back.
When he turned around, 56 pairs of eyes were staring at him, piercing him painfully.

They were the puppets that made up the box – Arca, but as Orselia’s authority over them was transferred to Siwoo, they had gained autonomy.

One witch, who stepped forward, bowed politely.
Her features were a healthy brown skin typical of Arabs, eyelashes like a camel, and dark eye makeup.

“I would like to formally greet you. I am Amira Isis, the witch of the underworld. I would like to express my gratitude on behalf of everyone to the benefactor who freed us from the evil public, the witch of proverbs. Furthermore, the sight of that terrible villain meeting a miserable end befitting her evil deeds… was more than enough to resolve our resentment that had been tormenting us for eons.”

Of course, it was not their first meeting, and they had already finished their greetings with their genitals.

However, Amira, who had thrown off the mask of a harlot forced upon her by Orselia, exuded a refined atmosphere and dignity, as if it were their first meeting.

She didn’t look like the woman who had said, ‘I, I’m a virgin…! I’m royalty…! Hwaaaang! On top of a man I’ve never met…! I’m shaking my hips like a whore…! Hwiik!’ or ‘Hwaaaaang! Pyramids… I see pyramids again…! I’m flying on top of a pyramid…!!!!’ or ‘Hukigigik!!!! I’m going…! I’m going…! Amira is going again! While watching the climax belly dance…!!! Please sprinkle the sacred baby seed into Amira’s royal pussy…!! As much as the history of Egypt…! Please cum inside me…!’

Indeed, she was born into royalty.

Even so, the passionate sex was not completely gone, so Siwoo took a deep breath.

He had to forget it.
The Nile, the four great civilizations, the pyramids, Egypt, pink nipples, the feeling of the flesh, the clinking belly chain.

Could there be another situation like this in the world?
After a group orgy with a forced hypnosis app, they had to have a frank and sincere conversation while sober.

It was amazing how she could speak so politely.
Did she not care?

“Um….”

At the prolonged silence, Amira’s light green eyes glanced at Siwoo, as if she was trying to read his mood.
Only then did Siwoo realize.

The way she couldn’t make proper eye contact and trailed off at the end of her sentences showed that she was clearly very nervous.

The other witches also flinched and quickly turned their heads away, as if they had been burned, or stared intently at their toes whenever they made eye contact with Siwoo.

Come to think of it….
They had all lost their minds together, hadn’t they?

The atmosphere was so awkward that it felt like a stone was pressing down on his chest.

“…Nice to meet you. I am Shin Siwoo, the Count of Gehenna and the head of the Hesed Academic Society. We should talk, right?”

In response, a chorus of ‘Yes…’ in a faint voice returned.