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Violet asked, somewhat surprised, "Why would I attack you?"

One sentence left Saya speechless. After all, in Saya's mind, Witch were like that—they couldn't stand each other and would start fighting within three seconds of meeting.

Violet seemed to understand Saya's doubts, and she smiled somewhat forlornly, "How much do you know about Witch?"

Qin Chu thought for a moment, "Not too many..."

"Witch are skilled in magic, magic circles, and potions; they are powerful, but their personalities are eccentric, and most are bloodthirsty and cruel?"

Qin Chu shared his impressions of Witch, and then Saya bit him.

It's clear that Saya was quite dissatisfied with Qin Chu's description of her as having an eccentric personality, being bloodthirsty, and cruel.

She's not that kind of Witch. In fact, whether in the first playthrough or now, she hasn't done too many bad things. She just stole a few Transcendent Magic spells from the Holy Church's secret collection and the jewels from the Pope's crown... That's right, the jewels in Augustus's Crown are actually fakes.

She stole the sacred relics that the Earth Mother Goddess Church considered holy objects, ground them into powder to brew potions, and severely injured the Pope of the Holy Church from two hundred years ago when he sought revenge. The Pope died shortly after returning home. The Holy Maiden of the Earth Mother Church from two hundred years ago was driven to despair by her attack. She then casually eliminated thousands of Knights who wanted to eliminate the Witch, and then refined their souls and corpses into evil spirits and zombies. She used these Magic Creature as experimental subjects to modify them, causing a little trouble for the human army...

I didn't really do anything bad, did I?

To say that one has an eccentric personality, is bloodthirsty and cruel, isn't that a bit too much?

Violet didn't feel offended; she glanced at Saya and said, "Actually, I admire you..."

"Every Witch has her own deity to worship, and Witch receive their authority from the blessings of these deities..."

"These powers are far more powerful than ordinary authority; Witch can gain near-invincible power from them, and almost every Witch does."

This is another bombshell: if Witch's powers are bestowed by the gods, then why does the Holy See still consider them Witch? Could it be because Witch actually worship Evil God or something similar?

"However, acquiring these powers did not come without a price. The knowledge of the gods is not something ordinary people can digest. Witch gained great power because of the knowledge of the gods, and the increase in power made Witch ignore other risks."

"Their consciousness and soul will be unconsciously eroded, even though the gods who bestowed these powers may not have meant them any harm."

"The stronger one becomes, the more susceptible one is to corruption, until finally, the Witch will become..."

"Madman!"

Qin Chu felt a chill run down his spine.

The Witch and the madman.

Is this the price of power?

"The legends of Witch being eccentric, bloodthirsty, and cruel originate from this. They are originally normal, but as the corruption deepens, their personalities become increasingly bizarre and cruel."

"The reason why Witch attack each other immediately upon meeting is also because they sense that the other possesses a power similar to their own, and they want to devour the other."

"Eat it?" Qin Chu raised an eyebrow.

Violet's simple answer, "Literal."

The thought of that scene sent chills down Qin Chu's spine.

"Witch are lucky; they are chosen by the gods and can gain great power."

"Witch are pitiful creatures; they will eventually be devoured by this power and lose themselves."

"The power of the gods is the Seed of Hope, but also the root of despair."

The wind outside the hall seemed to have intensified, howling loudly.

The dilapidated windows rattled and swayed violently in the strong wind.

Qin Chu took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and tried to speak calmly, "Then, Miss Violet, which deity do you worship?"

Violet looked at the broken statue behind her with a reverent yet somewhat complicated gaze.

"Storm Lord!"

"A deity who has long since fallen!"

Qin Chu felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and his eyes seemed to be filled with the shock of an earthquake.

Even Forced Calm couldn't control Qin Chu's current emotions.

The Storm Lord has long since fallen? Then... who is enshrined in the Holy Church?

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The news Violet brought was truly astonishing.

Before you know it, you've stumbled upon some incredible information... Knowing too much about things that have nothing to do with you in this world is probably not a good thing.

Qin Chu took a deep breath. With his strong willpower and the power of Forced Calm, he quelled the shock in his heart, and his expression returned to calm.

Ekaterina still looked shaken, and even Saya was deeply shocked.

Only Antia, whose memory loss was too severe, did not understand how astonishing the news Violet had revealed was.

What kind of being is the Lord of Storms?

That is one of the seven attendant deities of the Goddess of Holy Light worshipped by the Holy Church.

It is an extremely noble deity.

But now, Violet is saying the Lord of Storms is dead? Then what kind of monsters have the Holy Church been worshipping all these years?

Violet admired Qin Chu for calming down so quickly, but felt that she might have revealed too much information at once, which was not a good thing for Qin Chu.

Whatever is said will be known!

Although, she herself didn't actually know much.

"I'm sorry, this news is just too shocking, I'm having a hard time processing it right now." Qin Chu finally spoke after a long while.

Violet smiled sadly, "It's alright, it's normal."

She changed the subject. "That's why I envy her..."

It refers to Saya.

"She did not obtain power from the gods, but relied on her own talent and hard work to become the strongest Witch."

"Perhaps she occasionally prays to the gods in the Void, but she is not a believer in the gods."

"She is also the youngest of all the Witch, and unlike the other Witch, she does not need to suffer the erosion of Divine Knowledge."

"We are probably not worthy of the title of Witch; only she deserves to be called a true Witch."

"She even has the potential to become a god."

Qin Chu was also somewhat surprised. He hadn't expected Violet to have such a high opinion of Saya, but becoming a god seemed a bit too much, didn't it?

Given Saya's personality, she should be standing with her hands on her hips, humming smugly.

But perhaps because she received too much information all at once, Saya was very quiet and didn't say a word.

Qin Chu took a light breath. "Miss Violet, my next question might be a bit excessive."

"It's alright!"

"Excuse me, why aren't you crazy?"

The knowledge of the gods is the Seed of Hope, but also the root of despair.

According to Violet, every Witch who receives Divine Knowledge will go mad because her brain cannot withstand the vastness of wisdom. However, Violet is clearly normal; she does not seem to be affected by Divine Knowledge.

Violet seemed to have anticipated Qin Chu's question. She felt no offense whatsoever; the corners of her beautiful mouth merely curled slightly upwards, forming an eerie arc. Her previously gentle demeanor suddenly turned cold and dark, and she murmured aloud:

How do you know I'm not crazy?

Hiss!

The moment Violet uttered those words, Qin Chu felt goosebumps all over his body, every hair on his body stood on end, and he instinctively leaned back, a deep-seated urge to escape from this place welling up inside him.

The air around them felt heavy, and they felt as if multiple parts of their bodies were convulsing because of Violet's words.

My stomach hurts so much.

A soft chuckle came from the other end of the Violet. The coldness and gloom on her face seemed to have vanished, and she was looking at Qin Chu a charming smile, seemingly finding his reaction very amusing.

"Sorry, I was just joking."

A classic Chinese curse kept echoing in Qin Chu's mind:

Holy crap, are you kidding me? You scared the hell out of me!

This woman's gentle and quiet demeanor had unconsciously made Qin Chu forget her terrifying identity Witch. And when a gentle woman suddenly reveals that eerie and twisted smile, it is even more terrifying.

"Miss Violet, this joke isn't funny at all," Qin Chu said with a hint of resentment.

Violet abruptly changed the subject once again, without actually answering Qin Chu's question.

After chatting for a while, Violet rose from her chair and gracefully bowed to everyone. "Ladies and gentlemen, it's getting late. Please rest in this temple tonight..."

Qin Chu looked towards the door, unaware that the sky had already darkened.

Night seems to fall earlier here.

As night fell, the desert storm seemed to intensify, the howling wind echoing in his ears. He stood up. "Thank you for your kindness, but we'd better not disturb you any longer."

This place is a bit strange, especially since Violet, such a beautiful woman, isn't interested in driving a big vehicle.

He strode towards the door, just reaching the entrance.

"Soul Fragment of the First-Generation Hero..."

Qin Chu suddenly stopped. He didn't deny it; there was no point in denying it in front of this woman. "How did you know, Witch?"

"I heard it in the wind. This is my territory—desert, jungle. The sound will travel with the wind to every corner." Violet spoke quietly, "The Soul Fragment of the First-Generation Hero is in my hands. I hope you can stay here. I will give you this Soul Fragment tomorrow morning. Please."

Violet's voice held a hint of pleading.

As if to prove her point, a small, dark gray, crystalline substance, about the size of a fingernail, suddenly appeared in her palm.

That was... a crystallization of fragments of the First-Generation Hero's Soul Fragment.

Qin Chu's pupils suddenly contracted, but he quickly calmed down and his eyelids drooped.

To reiterate, he has absolutely no interest in driving large trucks.

A mere fragment of Jello's Soul Fragment was not enough to make Qin Chu risk staying here.

"Hmm, Your Excellency the Witch, I've suddenly realized that walking at night seems quite dangerous. I would be extremely grateful if you could entertain me!"

Gobi Desert!

Perhaps, it is no longer a Gobi Desert, but a bloody swamp.

The densely packed Minotaur had lost their initial arrogance; their eyes had become somewhat dull, and they could no longer maintain an upright posture. They lay prostrate on the ground, their limbs frantically intertwined, running wildly while glancing back at the madwoman in the sky behind them.

My goodness, this woman is absolutely terrifying.

Despite its seemingly thin and frail body, it unleashed energy akin to a natural disaster.

Even Minotaur Minotaur chieftain was tattered and covered in burn marks, his body blackened, one of his two handsome horns broken off at the root, and the other crooked.

Recalling his former high spirits, and seeing Rosweisse, Qin Chu, and Ekaterina fleeing one after another, the Minotaur was enraged. He was determined to capture this skinny woman in front of him, otherwise he wouldn't be able to explain himself to Ramon when he returned.

So he swung his axe and roared, "Brothers, go! Tie this little wench up and take her back to be my wife... When I'm done with her, I'll give her to you!"

That was what really angered Natia.

Natia has a fever.

She had originally decided to ignore these Minotaur, but suddenly stopped in mid-air, unleashing a fierce attack with a whirlwind in one hand and a Windfire Skyfall, slamming down from the sky.

A fierce wind, carrying flames, spread across the ground in an instant, burning at least a thousand Minotaur to a crisp wherever it went, and the air was filled with the aroma of steak.

That wasn't all. The woman's right hand pointed towards the sky as if she were grabbing something forcefully. In an instant, the sky changed color, dark clouds rolled, and bolts of lightning crashed down from the sky as the thick clouds collided, blasting countless Minotaur into pieces.

He could conjure up all sorts of violent magic with ease.

Her Magic Power seemed inexhaustible; she had unleashed countless powerful spells, yet her Magic Power showed no signs of waning.

For the Minotaur army, this was a never-ending nightmare.

His battle axe couldn't reach the woman high in the air; he could only endure the nightmarish attacks, watching helplessly as his companions fell like wheat being harvested, dying in droves...

The gruesome deaths were as follows: struggling and screaming in the flames, being pierced by ice spikes into a honeycomb, being struck by lightning into pieces, being swallowed by violently spinning quicksand, and even being cut into countless tiny pieces by raging storms, enduring the agony of being sliced to pieces.