Chapter 1222 – #287_The Witch Of The Constellations (2)
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1.
For a witch, magic is the most important goal in life.
Witches live to walk a higher path of magic.
When their brilliant spirituality, inspiration, and talent reach an inevitable limit.
When they are blocked by a wall they cannot possibly overcome, they give up their lives and entrust their noble will to future generations.
The moment white ashes softly cover the tombstone.
A small thought, like a fairy’s whisper, pierced Siwoo’s ear.
At that moment, he could understand it not with reason, but with intuition.
This place is a mausoleum honoring the witches who have fulfilled their missions and fallen into a deep, quiet sleep.
It is a world where the will and hope they pursued, their grief and regret, and their pitiful sense of frustration are asleep.
Therefore, this whisper must be the regretful thought of a witch who is about to be succeeded, at the last moment of her life.
Echoes of all sorts of thoughts buzzed around like surround speakers.
Ah, this is the end.
What kind of scenery lies beyond that thick wall that I could not overcome?
I wanted to see the scenery beyond the cliff that I instinctively knew I could not overcome even if I devoted my whole life to it. But I know I can’t. I was disappointed that the wall of talent given to me was only this far.
But I smile in the end.
Because I have entrusted the mission to my beloved child, as if handing over a baton for a relay race.
My beloved disciple. My daughter.
Don’t give up, move forward, fly higher than me, soar like a swallow.
A paradise I couldn’t see is waiting for you. I’m sure you can see it.
When you get there, won’t you write a letter to your clumsy teacher?
To tell me that the realm I couldn’t see was so beautiful.
That when you stood there and looked down, a breathtakingly magnificent view was laid out beneath your feet.
That the life your teacher passed on to you, the life you inherited, was so brilliant.
Taking a breath, I firmly grasp the hand of my tearful disciple and repeat in my heart.
In the last moment, what comes to mind is the image of a mother who had to leave her daughter alone.
Teacher, have I fulfilled the mission my mother left me well?
Has my humble life remained as a foundation for the greater good?
Mother must have felt this way too.
I’ll come to see you soon. I have so much to tell you.
The will passed on and the intention left behind as the long life comes to an end.
The pitiful last will in the gradually darkening consciousness gathers to form a star.
As the ascended stars form a brilliant shape in the empty night sky.
The one who records the shape engraved on the celestial sphere is Erelim Blanche.
She is the guardian of the mausoleum, remembering and commemorating all those who have departed.
Therefore, she is soon.
The ‘Witch of the Constellations’.
2.
There are so many crossroads in the world.
Choices that are difficult to make, and choices that require a great price to be paid for choosing one.
In the midst of countless twists, Erelim found the answer.
War or peace?
The clash between Hexennacht and Gehenna is inevitable and permanent.
A half-hearted peace will only lead to more bloodshed.
Therefore, Erelim chose war.
Gehenna or Hexennacht?
Gehenna is the axis of the hypocritical order established by Keter.
The pro-human order she put forward was nothing more than the self-satisfaction of someone who had given up everything.
But Erelim loved Gehenna more than she loved witches.
Because it was a city for witches, where the wishes and hopes of many colleagues were embedded.
Therefore, Erelim chose Gehenna.
Human or witch?
It is a question not worth asking.
As Erelim had always been wary of, human greed and selfishness were dangerous.
If they themselves have no will, awareness, or ability to control themselves.
If someone has to take on the stigma of a murderer for the sake of witches, Erelim was willing to do so.
If the choices are narrowed down to two like this, it becomes easier to find the answer.
It is enough to put two values on the scale and eliminate the lighter one.
But even at this point, there is an answer that cannot be found.
Malika Hesed.
The last legacy left by Keter, born from the body of Amelia Merrygold.
Erelim wanted to obtain Malika and find a path for witches by any means necessary.
The breakthrough in the system that Keter found through a shortcut must surely be with the two of them.
She doesn’t think it’s right.
She doesn’t think it’s a righteous act.
Erelim cannot accept Keter, so she is only trying to find a path for the hopes of everyone who has vanished in vain, not just for the hope of one person.
But there is a contradiction here.
If Erelim’s purpose was simply to obtain Malika, there was no need to act so complicatedly.
It is enough to reveal the existence of the ‘system’ and say that Malika is the key to unlocking its limitations.
If not, she could have just returned to the empty Gehenna during the war and taken Malika out.
There is no need to have a life-or-death battle with Shin Siwoo.
But she didn’t.
She deliberately entered the fish tank and stood alone in front of Shin Siwoo.
In the past, Erelim harbored resentment towards Shin Siwoo.
Erelim, who thought that she would naturally inherit her legacy, could not help but feel betrayed by Keter’s attitude of passing on the vessel to an outsider without a word.
She schemed behind his back and checked him, but in the end, she acknowledged it.
That Shin Siwoo was qualified to inherit Keter’s power.
The current contradiction is in the same context.
Ironically, even at this point, she is trying to test the last legacy Keter left behind.
As she has done so far, she is demanding that Shin Siwoo overturn expectations and prove his qualifications.
If he is truly a person who can overcome his predetermined fate and limitations.
If he is a person who surpasses this Blanche Erelim.
Erelim’s duty ends there.
She will gladly entrust the fate of the witch world to Shin Siwoo and close her eyes.
Therefore, there is no need for conversation in this battle.
The misunderstanding between the two is enough.
Now, they will only fight with everything they have for their own purposes.
3.
Before the full-fledged clash, Siwoo’s body crossed the space.
Apart from the heavy movement of the Titan, his nimble movements like feathers scattered white ashes as he observed Erelim out of the corner of his eye.
25th tier.
The realm where the witch herself is reborn into a new world.
Frankly, just looking at the sentence, it’s hard to get a sense of what level it is.
But the strands of magic that extend from Erelim’s body make you feel the ‘gap’ between the two just by their shape.
At this point, he assesses his current state and the opponent’s strength.
It’s a habitual act that he always does before a battle.
His condition was at its best because he had won an easy victory in the Orselia battle.
The Titan’s output is over 95%, and the boost function is still intact.
There was almost no magic power consumed, and the coating applied to the magic circuit was not peeled off either.
Of the seven-colored spears, the remaining spears are numbers 2 and 5, and a trump card remains.
The ‘No. 4 Green Spear’ that emits poison, the ‘No. 7 Purple Spear’ that helps with stealth movement, and the ‘No. 3 Yellow Spear’ that can be used for magic diffusion are also working normally.
Even with just this, it’s a near 24th tier level of power.
In addition, there is the parallel processing support of the ‘Box – Arkra’.
His stomach is a bit queasy, but the processing efficiency of 56 people assisting is at a level that cannot be replaced by other equipment.
Wouldn’t it be possible to produce a power that can compete with the 25th tier?
He really went through a lot of hardship.
Now, he only needs to win once.
If he can only bring Erelim, who betrayed Gehenna, and her who is aiming for Malika, to her knees, he can go back.
Into the arms of his beloved lovers. Into the arms of his family. To his daughter’s side.
Siwoo took out his spear.
‘No. 2 Vermilion Spear: Oneness’.
‘No. 5 Azure Spear: Signpost’.
In fact, there are two remaining seven-colored spears, but in terms of function, they are practically a set.
‘No. 2 Vermilion Spear: Oneness’ leads to the unification with the unconsciousness that is deeply submerged in the inner consciousness.
It is a spear that forces open the tightly closed door and draws out its power.
On the other hand, ‘No. 5 Azure Spear: Signpost’ is a signpost that helps to suppress the reversed unconsciousness and hold on to one’s sanity.
The power of the unconscious that can be drawn out in this way is about 70%.
The power that he drew out with the help of Clover’s power during the Lydia battle was 50%, so Siwoo’s current power is at a level he has never possessed before.
“Bloom.”
A single golden tree bloomed alone in the middle of the tombstone.
The ends of the branches that rose into the sky repeatedly split to form geometric patterns, and the appearance was like a giant world tree supporting the world.
Siwoo skillfully mixes the essence of distortion into it.
It is an act of magic that he would not normally dare to do, like self-harm, but the assistance of the box and the unconscious acted like doping, allowing him to lift weights that he could not normally lift.
-Wooooooom!!!!
Red thorns sprouted from the ends of the tree, which had been shining with a brilliant golden light.
As they all cried out, the red spear in Siwoo’s hand responded and resonated.
The strongest magic that Siwoo has ever implemented, the ‘Red Tree’.
The ‘Celestial Void Record’ that records all the magic that exists in the world.
He has no intention of dragging it into a long-term battle or a numbers game against its owner.
Only a short-term battle.
He will end it before his moves are read.
The red spear, resonating with tens of thousands of red branches, burns the dark green mausoleum like a sunset.
A world where sound has disappeared, a red flash that tears through space.
“Revere.”
In response, a space opens behind Erelim’s back.
In the long oval crack, like a narrowly opened eye, there is an infinite dance of stars, a pitch-black void with no end in sight.
The huge wings, which connect heaven and earth just by being fully spread, are the essence of ‘dimensional magic’ completed by absorbing the stigma left by Keter.
-Flap!
One large flap of the wings, which even shook the celestial stems, led to the collapse of the scenery.
Like a poorly built bridge collapsing in a strong wind, the space that was split and fell like wooden blocks soon came into contact with the red flash….
Destruction occurred.
