Having sidestepped that awkward philosophical conundrum, Jiang Han poured a vast amount of magic into the gate.
The sensation was exceedingly strange, as if she herself had become this world. A sorrow close to withering flooded into her heart. But unfortunately, witches were multithreaded creatures—they could savor that sorrow while remaining completely unaffected, their hands not trembling in the slightest as they drew runes!
This was exactly how she felt right now:
[This is a world about to be enslaved by witches, but what does that have to do with me?]
Yet this subtle connection allowed a witch to openly steal this world's "seat of godhood." It was like a Trojan virus bundled with all sorts of messy packages, yet somehow gaining system privileges and entering as a kind of "protective software."
—You know what that means!
Jiang Han had usurped those privileges.
"Now, let's see what I can adjust..." she murmured.
The chaotic magic within the rune array erupted, and every rune in the formation rapidly entered operating mode!
At the same time, in Blue-Clad Union Company within the witches' main world, three witches dressed in murloc mascot pajamas, holding coffee and chattering away, seemed to receive a signal. They exchanged a glance, then sprinted back to the control room with their coffee cups in hand!
Right after that, beneath the tech tree, they used Mage Hand to operate floating network jellyfish and establish a connection.
The programmer witch put on her headset and activated a red jellyfish.
"All units, attention. All units, attention. The battery is in place. The portal has expanded. Energy level: 300 magic, 3,000 magic, 50,000 magic... continuing to rise. All squads of the First Brigade and all squads of the Second Brigade, proceed into the portal. Transporting... 4,400 lesser demons and 400 greater demons.