A peerless pillar of the nation
In the azure sky, the clouds suddenly collapsed and disappeared, leaving only a patch of blue sky.
That soaring force, that yet-to-be-seen being, seemed to have no tolerance for even the slightest imperfection.
Between heaven and earth, a pair of eyes opened, filled with all-seeing wisdom and unwavering composure.
Between the mountains and the sea, a phantom figure a hundred feet tall appeared, dressed in a Confucian robe and wearing a Confucian hat, with a blurred face and a flowing beard.
Whether it was an illusion or not, the bright sun in the sky seemed to have dimmed a bit.
This phantom figure stands with the blue sky above its head and the vast ocean beneath its feet.
As soon as this illusory figure appeared, a pure aura swirled within a hundred miles of Jingshan, and the sound of reading aloud echoed from the void.
Compared to this, the pure spirit accumulated by Confucian School academies over a thousand years is like the light of a firefly.
Confucian sage!
The founder of the Confucian School system, a great man who transcended social rank.
For the first time in over 1,200 years since the passing of the Confucian sage, someone has summoned his spirit.
At that moment, the statue of the sorcerer god trembled violently, and the entire altar and the entire valley shook as if an earthquake had struck.
At this moment, within a radius of a hundred miles from Jingshan City, all living beings prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling with fear.
Irbu and Udapata trembled, their spines bent, stubbornly refusing to prostrate themselves—this was the last vestige of dignity for third-rank wizards.
The great wizard Salen Agu gazed up at the colossal, towering phantom, his lips trembling slightly.
He murmured, "The Confucian Sage."
Since the dawn of human civilization, the evolution of rituals and systems has been incredibly complex and chaotic. However, if we extend the long river of history and look at it from a macro perspective, the changes in human civilization can actually be simply categorized into two stages:
Before and Confucian School Confucian School.
Before the emergence of Confucian School, the system was unstable and volatile, and the country was in a relatively chaotic stage.
After the birth of Confucian School, human civilization had a foundation and a fundamental principle that remained unchanged despite all changes.
In the tens of thousands of years since the Age of Gods and Devils, if we talk about the bestowal of fortune, neither the High Antiquity emperors nor the countless emperors of later generations could compare to even a fraction of the Confucian sage's.
As the founder of human civilization, the Confucian sage seems to have emerged in response to the times.
Wei Yuan's eyes were replaced by a clear light, highlighting a godlike indifference. Fine cracks appeared on his body, and his scholar's cap and carving knife gleamed with a clear light, repairing his body again and again, only to crack open again and again in an endless cycle.
At this moment, he bears not only power beyond his grade, but also the most abundant fortune since the birth of humankind.
There's a reason why no one has been able to summon the spirit of the Confucian sage since his passing.
Wei Yuan raised his head, stared at Empress Joan of Arc in the air, and said calmly, "Why not draw your sword?"
Joan of Arc looked at him coldly.
A single sword strike.
The sword light shone brightly, and time and space seemed to freeze at this moment. Never before in the world has there been such magnificent Sword Qi, because in history, there has never been a swordsman who surpassed his rank.
"Ah"
Screams echoed across the battlefield, and several experts who had mustered the courage to witness the scene underwent horrifying changes in their bodies.
Some of them suddenly emitted Sword Qi from their bodies, and then shattered into pieces.
Some of their bodies turned iron-gray, becoming sculptures.
Some suddenly burst into flames, quickly turning to ashes and leaving two black, oily footprints on the ground.
Some turned into yellow sand and scattered; others had their flesh and blood become woody, their skin showing wood grain patterns, and green leaves growing from their pores.
Zhang Kaitai and the other experts abruptly closed their eyes, lowered their heads, and dared not look at the sword light.
Fear exploded within them.
Battles involving the pinnacle of the Kyushu world can easily turn a region into wasteland.
The dazzling sword light arrived in an instant.
Wei Yuan raised his foot and stomped forward, his voice booming like a great bell. "Before the Confucian sage, who dares to be presumptuous!"
The hundred-foot-tall phantom stepped forward lightly, synchronized with Tai Chi's foot.
With that one step, a tsunami hundreds of feet high suddenly erupted in the vast ocean, causing Jingshan to completely collapse—a landslide and a tsunami.
With a single kick, the Confucian sage leveled mountains and rivers, turning the land into a vast swamp.
The five-colored sword light collapsed with a roar, transforming into pure five-elemental power, which painted the sky colorful and magnificent.
Salun Agu, Empress Joan of Arc, Irbu, and Uda Pagoda, four top experts, were struck in the chest by a pure energy that almost swept across the entire area. Like withered leaves in the wind, their bodies rapidly decayed.
The four top experts stood together, repairing their injuries. Their auras had plummeted, and their morale had completely collapsed.
The combined sword strike of the four had reached a strength exceeding its grade, yet it was reduced to ashes by a single kick from the Confucian Sage.
The dissipated Five Elements Sword Qi directly altered the elemental laws of this world, causing towering trees to grow in the sea, babbling brooks to flow from the rocks, and flames to burn on the sea surface.
It's not that the sword strike wasn't powerful enough.
It's because the Confucian sage was too powerful.
Empress Joan of Arc's aura became unstable, and the dark light surrounding her body transformed into black flames, backfiring on her.
He cultivates the path of humanity, and he too will be burned by karmic fire. In the past few decades, he has relied on his status and position as the monarch to firmly suppress the karmic fire.
Having just been struck by pure energy, his aura weakened, and the karmic fire immediately backfired.
He took a deep breath, inhaling and exhaling the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi. His Yang God body, which was said to be indestructible by the Daoist School, emitted golden light and extinguished the karmic fire.
Wei Yuan's face paled slightly. He ignored his four defeated subordinates, turned around, and walked towards the altar in the valley.
The power of the Confucian sage was constantly ravaging his body, despite the carving knife, the Confucian hat, and Zhao Shou's blessing. For Wei Yuan, it was still an unbearable burden.
Summoning beings that surpass their grade comes at a price.
There was no mysterious backlash from Law Technique; there was only the simple principle of "overburdening."
As Wei Yuan turned around, the illusory figure of the Confucian sage simultaneously turned towards the valley and moved his body.
No one dared to stand in the way of the Confucian sage, not even a first-rank official.
Salun Agu gazed at the figure in blue, showing no anger despite the impending doom, remaining calm and gentle, and slowly said:
"Wei Yuan, you have exceptional talent. Even if the Witch God breaks the seal, you can remain unscathed. Why bother?"
The Confucian sage sealed away the sorcerer god, and there was a great secret behind it. Throughout the Nine Provinces, only a handful of people knew the secret.
How could one remain unscathed when the nation was destroyed and the race exterminated? Wei Yuan ignored this advice and steadily and slowly made his way into the valley.
He has another enemy.
Wei Yuan traveled through the void, but when he approached the valley, he was blocked by a barrier.
This barrier, though invisible, was tangible and kept Wei Yuan outside the valley.
The valley was another world, one that refused Wei Yuan entry.
Only super-grade products can block super-grade products.
The sorcerer god has already been able to influence reality and exude power.
Only luck can block one's destiny.
Wei Yuan held the carving knife and gently touched the invisible barrier. A hum of energy rippled through the air, causing the carving knife to bounce back.
Salun Agu gazed at this scene from afar and said:
"The Witch God has already penetrated the seal and influenced reality; it is not a statue to be slaughtered at will. It's a pity you reacted too quickly. If you could have delayed for two or three years, the Witch God could have mobilized even more fortune."
Wei Yuan turned his neck and looked at Salun Agu in the distance:
"You are implying that I should do everything in my power to destroy the barrier, deplete the Confucian Sage's limited strength, and leave me no room to seal the Witch God."
Salen Agu asked frankly, "Do you have a choice?"
Wei Yuan's lips curled up. "Who said there wasn't?"
Inside Jingshan City, the figure of the white-robed Warlock appeared. He silently passed through the tightly closed city gates and arrived at the headquarters of the Witch God Cult.
"Come out."
The white-robed Warlock finished speaking haltingly, then lightly stomped his foot, and the array, centered on him, rapidly expanded, enveloping the surrounding streets and houses.
Teleportation Array!
A group of iron-clad cavalrymen suddenly appeared, wielding steel swords and clad in armor. The leader was a young man even more beautiful than a woman.
The people in the city stared in astonishment at the group of strange guests who had suddenly appeared. Through details such as their armor and appearance, they recognized them as cavalrymen from the Great Feng, and their expressions changed drastically.
I can't understand why the Great Feng army suddenly attacked the city.
The Yan Kingdom borders three states bordering the Great Feng. Relying on its strategically important and easily defensible passes, it is emboldened and frequently joins forces with the Jingkang Kingdom to repeatedly invade the border, committing arson, murder, and looting. Even commoners can stand with their hands on their hips and scoff.
"The people of the Central Plains are like women, easily bullied."
There's no reason for us to attack the Great Feng, only for the Great Feng to attack us.
This phenomenon remained unchanged until the end of the Battle of Shanhai Pass.
Nangong Qianrou raised her sword high, her demeanor cold and sinister, and shouted:
"Since the founding of the Great Feng Dynasty, for six hundred years, the Witch God Cult has slaughtered the people of Great Feng and robbed Great Feng women. The blood debts are countless and the sins are too numerous to record. The people of the three northeastern prefectures have suffered under the Witch God Cult for too long. The soldiers of Great Feng, follow me to massacre the city."
"Slaughter the city!"
"Slaughter the city!"
"Massacre of the city."
The deep, powerful roars converged into one, creating a deafening sound wave.
Ten thousand heavy cavalrymen charged into the streets, wreaking havoc and turning the city into a living hell.
Today's massacre will be a blood debt repaid in blood!
"Wei Yuan!!"
Upon witnessing the raging carnage in Jingshan City, the Spirit Master Irbu was filled with uncontrollable rage:
"Only a superior grade can seal another superior grade. You, a mere mortal, are caught in the middle. Aren't you afraid of dying?!"
Having witnessed the situation unfold to this point, this third-rank master felt a profound sense of powerlessness.
You, Wei Yuan, are neither Confucian School disciple nor one of those insignificant mortals. A second-rank military officer is more than capable of living a carefree and untroubled life. Why seek your own death?
"If I say I'll attack your Witch God Cult, then I'll attack your Witch God Cult."
Wei Yuan withdrew his gaze from Jingshan City and turned to the Grand Shaman Salun Agu, smiling, "The old soldiers from back then call me the Great Feng God, so I shouldn't disappoint them."
With no supplies in sight, they broke through the formidable defenses of the Yan Kingdom, besieged its capital, and drew away most of the forces of the Yan and Kang Kingdoms. Then, they secretly crossed the vast ocean to reach Jingshan City.
They summoned the dragons of the Jiao tribe to counteract the raging waves of the "Rain Master".
He severely injured a high-ranking sorcerer with a carving knife, forcing Empress Joan of Arc to reveal herself.
Invite the spirit of the Confucian sage to severely damage all the top experts in the Witch God Cult.
Nangong Qianrou was dispatched to meet with Sun Xuanji, and at a crucial moment, they stormed into Jingshan City, shaking the fortunes of the Witch God.
From the moment the expedition began until now, he has calculated everything: how to march, how to divide the troops, which route to take, whose help was needed, how many enemies there were, and who they were, down to every step.
The supervisor once said that in this world, there are very few people who can play chess with me and fight to a draw, but Wei Yuan is one of them.
For every person who dies in Jingshan City, the fortune that the Witch God can borrow diminishes by one point.
Wei Yuan raised his carving knife and gently sliced through the already thin, eggshell-like barrier, breaking through the barrier of the Witch God.
Yilbu and Wudabaota watched Wei Yuan enter the valley, their faces filled with resentment.
Salen Agu and the late Empress Joan of Arc watched this scene; the former's gaze was calm, while the latter's eyes were cold.
The altar was several tens of feet high, only slightly shorter than the mountain peak.
Wei Yuan looked up at the towering altar, its stone steps layered upon each other, totaling ninety-nine levels, with the god worshipped by the Witch God Cult at the end, the founder of the Sorcerer System.
One of the few super-grade items since the era of Gods and Devils.
Calling him "both godlike and demonic" wouldn't be an exaggeration.
Wei Yuan withdrew his gaze, lifted his foot, and stepped onto the first step.
In an instant, the murderous intent and the earth unleashed their murderous intent; this space repelled him, targeted him, and descended with terrifying pressure.
Wei Yuan paused for a moment, then stepped onto the second step.
The illusory image of the Confucian sage descended with pure light, offsetting the pressure of heaven and earth.
Wei Yuan raised his head and bowed to the illusory figure of the Confucian sage. "No need!"
He summoned the Confucian sage not to kill enemies, but to seal the sorcerer god.
Salun Agu encouraged him to use the power of the Confucian Sage to break the barrier, precisely to gradually weaken the Confucian Sage's power, so that by the time they reached the altar, how much power would the Confucian Sage have left?
Wei Yuan was not a tool, nor merely a vessel for the heroic spirit of Confucian sages.
On the contrary, Wei Yuan is the one who will seal the Witch God in this lifetime.
The Confucian sage was merely his tool.
Level 2, Level 3, Level 4.
After reaching level 20, with each step Wei Yuan took, a crack would appear on his body. The immortal body of a high-level martial artist repaired the terrible wounds, barely maintaining his balance.
After reaching level 50, Wei Yuan was like a pieced-together porcelain doll, his entire body riddled with cracks, including his refined and handsome face.
He finally stopped, whether from exhaustion or from being unable to move forward any further, it was unclear.
"Those who do not transcend their rank are ultimately mortals, no different from ants."
A faint sigh drifted over, as if from the ancient, primordial world.
Accompanied by this sound, an unstoppable force surged forth, with heaven and earth working together to annihilate Wei Yuan.
Wei Yuan faced two paths. The first was to use the power of the Confucian sage to ascend to the top. As for whether this hard-won heroic soul would still have the strength to seal the witch god after reaching the top, only heaven knew.
The second option was to turn around and leave, leading the Great Feng army in retreat.
"Gods, how majestic!"
Wei Yuan murmured, as a long-buried past broke free from the lock of memory.
Forty years ago, when Empress Joan of Arc was still on the throne, a fierce battle took place in the three northeastern prefectures.
The sorcerer god issued a divine decree to destroy the Great Feng and seize its destiny. At that time, the three northeastern kingdoms mobilized 200,000 troops to capture the three prefectures of Xiangyang, Jingzhou, and Yuzhou. They carried out massacres every three days, leaving no one alive, including the old, weak, women, or children. The people of the Great Feng were slaughtered like lowly weeds.
For miles around, there is no sign of human habitation; only withered bones lie buried in the mountains and fields.
More ferocious and violent than demons and barbarians.
Even today, that battle remains a shadow in the hearts of the elderly who experienced the chaos of war.
It was after that battle that, for the next ten years, the imperial court stationed 100,000 troops in three prefectures. The people preferred to become refugees rather than return to their homeland, truly terrified by the Witch God Cult.
Afterwards, the imperial court re-established the Yellow Register and discovered that the vast lands of Xiangzhou, Jingzhou, and Yuzhou were almost entirely deserted, with millions of people having died in the war.
Wei Yuan's ancestral home was Yuzhou.
Of the Wei family, only one boy survived.
Memories of the past flooded his mind. He was no longer the young man in blue robes he once was. Wei Yuan laughed wildly:
"Looking back over forty years, the national hatred and family feuds remain to this day. Now, I want to know, God, can you trap an ant like me?"
A figure in green robes ascended the steps, the cage of heaven and earth appearing as mere decoration.
Ninety-nine levels, and I reached the top in one go.
Standing before the statue of the sorcerer god was a broken human figure.
Wei Yuan scoffed dismissively, "It seems even gods are nothing special."
In the past four thousand eight hundred years, only two people from the Central Plains human race have ascended to the main altar of the Witch God Sect.
The Confucian sage from 1,200 years ago.
Wei Yuan, 1200 years later.
Only these two.
The high shaman Salen Agu sighed, "Wei Yuan, the revival of the shamanic gods is an inevitable trend. The Central Plains is now depleted of talent, Confucian School is weak and can hardly gain any traction. The dynasty's fortunes are waning, and the Imperial Censor is no longer at his peak. Why do you try to stop it?"
Having said that, he lightly ran his fingertips across his wrist, letting the blood flow, then formed a hand Law Seals, his voice booming like a bell, echoing throughout heaven and earth. "Offering a sacrifice to the Witch God."
Beside them, Irbu and Udabaota stood with serious expressions, each cutting their wrists and forming the same hand seal.
Blood flowed from the wrists of the three high-ranking wizards, the blood as thin threads, but instead of dripping, it transformed into crimson light, drifting in wisps towards the distant altar and the statue of the wizard god.
Blood Sacrifice Technique!
The blood sacrifice ritual of the Witch God Cult.
Upon hearing the high priest's voice and witnessing this scene, the wizards realized that the Witch God Cult was at a critical juncture, facing a life-or-death situation.
Hundreds of wizards abandoned the battlefield, cutting their wrists without hesitation, forming hand Method Formula, and offering themselves as sacrifices to the wizard god.
Nalan Yan felt his body temperature gradually cooling down, his life force flowing away along with his blood, turning into a crimson glow that drifted towards the valley and merged into the sculpture that had been worshipped by wizards for thousands of years.
Your Great Feng soldiers of the Central Plains are fearless and undaunted, so why should my Witch God Sect be cowardly and afraid of death?
The Witch God Cult has ruled Northeast China for over four thousand years; it has never been so humiliated before.
Even if I die today, I will still make you Wei Yuan, fail in your Great Feng.
On his deathbed, Nalan Yan suddenly turned his head and looked at the man in blue, remembering his father who had died in the Battle of Shanhai Pass.
It's unbelievable that the father and son both died at the hands of the same person.
Nalan Yan slowly closed his eyes and quietly passed away.
One by one, the wizards fell, turning into withered, dried corpses. They died silently, without complaint or regret.
Their will was embodied in the shamanic sculpture; this was the last resistance of the shamanic religion, Curse uttered by the shamans against Wei Yuan and the Confucian sage.
Click
On the altar, the sculpture of the shaman god cracked, spewing out fine stone fragments.
Streams of black smoke emanated from the sculpture's brow, obscuring the sky and blocking out the blazing sun and blue sky, turning day into night.
In an instant, the black mist enveloped the area within a hundred miles of Jingshan City, churning endlessly like a raging torrent in a storm.
A commoner's anger can cause blood to spill three feet deep; an emperor's anger can cause millions of corpses to fall.
What if the gods are angered?
The soldiers fought on and held on once again. Around Jingshan City, the few survivors raised their heads, their faces filled with terror as they looked at the black mist above.
The black mist suddenly collapsed, as if the sky were falling, and coalesced with the sky above the altar into a towering black shadow, hundreds of feet tall, with an indistinct face.
Anyone who dared to look directly into the shadows died instantly.
A hundred-foot-tall black shadow confronted a hundred-foot-tall phantom shadow, like two giants who created the world.
"The Sage of Confucianism!"
From the shadows came a faint, grand voice, sounding like anger, hatred, and a sigh.
Along with this sound, a thunderclap resounded in the sky, and the wind and clouds changed color. A terrible storm was about to break.
You'll regret it.
The ethereal and grand voice came again.
Wei Yuan knew that these words were directed at him.
He remained silent, turned his head, and glanced at the distant battlefield, at the Great Feng soldiers fighting fiercely.
These soldiers who died on the land of the Witch God Sect, and those veterans who died in the Battle of Shanhai Pass, what they sacrificed their lives for, what they died for, can all be summed up in four words: for the country and for the people.
I, Wei Yuan, led them here to their deaths, wasn't it all for these four words?
The dark figure looked down from above with indifferent disdain, like a god looking down upon all living beings, upon ants.
The shadowy figure raised its hand and gently pressed down with its fingers.
The wrath of a god is indeed terrifying, but what right do mortals have to comprehend the wrath of a god? To a god, they are nothing more than beings that can be crushed with a single finger.
What's the difference between them and ants?
The sound of bones shattering rang out; before the god's attack even arrived, its power had already shattered all of Wei Yuan's bones.
His spine suddenly bent down, as if a mountain was weighing on his shoulders, making it difficult for him to lift his head again.
At this moment, Wei Yuan was like a piece of porcelain about to fall apart, already riddled with cracks.
This scene is strikingly similar to the time when the Movement Method forced Xu Qi'an to kneel during the Buddhist School contest.
At that moment, he seemed to hear Xu Qi'an's roar, and the roar of tens of thousands of people in the capital.
A bright light suddenly flashed in Wei Yuan's eyes, clear and bright.
Throughout my life, I have neither revered gods nor worshipped Buddhas nor believed in kings; I have only cared for the common people.
The gods are unkind, therefore they are my enemies.
Wei Yuan straightened his body little by little. His bones were all broken, including his spine. The fact that he could stand up straight at this moment was probably because some belief was supporting him.
In today's Kyushu, few people know why the Confucian sage sealed away the witch god.
Few people know why Emperor Gaozu went back on his word back then.
Few people know that in High Antiquity times, the sorcerer god once invaded the Central Plains and severed the fate of the human race.
Wei Yuan did not want the backbone of civilization to collapse, nor did he want the people of the Central Plains to be enslaved for generations to come.
A finger, imbued with the wrath of a god, descended from the sky.
He raised his hand tremblingly, his hand gripping the carving knife, and bright red blood flowed like water.
A hand reached out from behind and grasped the carving knife with him.
Unbeknownst to them, the enormous phantom, hundreds of feet tall, had vanished and reappeared behind Wei Yuan, as if it were the most solid support for this extraordinary figure from a thousand years later.
Wei Yuan's hands stopped trembling.
A thousand years ago there was the Confucian sage; a thousand years later there is Wei Yuan!
This scholar, full of youthful vigor and in a fit of rage, roared fiercely at the shaman god:
"You sorcerer god, you want to corrupt the fortunes of my Great Feng Dynasty and sever the destiny of my Central Plains human race, have you even consulted me, Wei Yuan!"
Wei Yuan grasped the Confucian sage's carving knife and gently handed it forward.
The carving knife emitted a dazzling light.
More than 1,200 years have passed since the Confucian sage last drew his sword.
This single strike spans a thousand years.
There will never be another sword flash so dazzling, nor another spirit so flamboyant.
A power beyond its rank exploded above the altar.
The sky has fallen.
The black shadow conjured by the sorcerer god crumbled inch by inch, disintegrating into terrifying waves that swept across the heavens and earth.
This force swept over hills, flattening them; it swept across oceans, unleashing tsunamis; it swept over cities, turning them into ruins.
Nangong Qianrou led the heavy cavalry in retreat, her eyes bloodshot and her face contorted.
Godfather, you must survive.
Zhang Kaitai and other high-ranking martial artists are also on the run, racing against death.
Everyone was fleeing, running away in a panic.
Much, much later, the aftershocks finally subsided, leaving behind a trail of razed land.
The main altar of the Witch God Cult, Jingshan City, has thus become history.
Only the altar, sealed by the Confucian sage and protected by the power of the witch god, survived this cataclysmic upheaval.
Wei Yuan stood proudly on the altar, dressed in tattered blue robes.
"Why."
A faint voice echoed from the void, but it was no longer as grand as before.
The illusory figure of the Confucian sage behind him stepped into the sculpture of the witch god, and the cracks in the sculpture repaired themselves.
The sorcerer god has been sealed away once again.
Why?
Wei Yuan turned wearily and looked towards the Central Plains. He rose to prominence in the sixth year of the Yuanjing era, defeating the barbarian cavalry and becoming a rising star in the Great Feng. Later, he strategized and won the Battle of Shanhai Pass, a massive battle that changed the landscape of the Nine Provinces.
He then abandoned his cultivation, entered the imperial court, and fought against various factions in the court, using his status as a eunuch to subdue the officials. Glory, achievements, and power were all in his hands, making him incomparably brilliant.
Throughout his life, there are many aspects of him that his political enemies have studied for half their lives but still cannot understand.
He had no children, no family, and lived all alone.
He regarded the gold and silver treasures that the eunuchs regarded as their spiritual pillars as dirt.
After decades of navigating the treacherous waters of officialdom, is he truly without desires or ambitions?
Wei Yuan's gaze seemed to pierce through thousands of mountains and rivers, seeing the Temple of the Second Saint on the Clear Cloud Mountain, the stone tablet standing in the temple, and the four crooked sentences.
Why?
Wei Yuan said softly, "To establish a moral compass for Heaven and Earth, to Establishing Destiny for the people, to continue the lost learning of the sages, and to usher in an era of peace for all generations."
He closed his eyes and never opened them again.
In the autumn of the 37th year of the Yuanjing era, Wei Yuan led an army of 100,000 to capture the main altar of the Witch God Sect and seal the Witch God.
Jingshan City was reduced to ruins, and hundreds of thousands of lives were lost.
This marks the first time in history that the iron cavalry of the Central Plains people have breached the headquarters of the Witch God Cult.
Their names will be etched in history.