Iron Harvest: When Farming Becomes Conquest-Chapter 233 - 2: Witch_4

"Holy Seat, they have fled," reported Holy Knight Maegor, informing the situation.

"Destiny was already determined, the Witches made their final choice, they will have no more opportunities in the future..."

The Holy Seat finally spoke his first words, his voice forgiving and merciful.

After confirming that the Holy Seat was unharmed, the Holy Knights left one after another.

On the other hand, the Thunder Witch walked out of the Holy Temple, to the great surprise of the temple knights. How could a witch still be alive after five Holy Knights had entered the Holy Temple?

They immediately launched an attack.

Crack!

Thunderclap from the dry ground!

Twelve temple knights turned to char simultaneously, and even the bright silver armor mixed with Mithril couldn’t stop the penetration power of the spell.

The body of the Thunder Witch transformed into a bolt of lightning striking the sky.

She crossed the layers of city walls, soaring over the Holy City.

The Frost Giant had already cleaved open the tightly shut gates of the Holy City with his Divine Sword and then turned the Immortal Shield into ice, forming a huge ice raft.

On this deep, cold autumn night,

it carried the remaining surviving witches drifting on the Narrow Sea between the Divine Castle and the Holy City.

Giant eagles circled overhead, emitting mournful cries.

Lightning struck!

The Thunder Witch appeared, and in an instant, all the witches on the ice raft felt a tingling sensation.

But it was quickly neutralized by their mana.

"Teacher!" Shasta gazed desolately at her mentor, seeing her falling apart.

"Don’t be scared, this is a road of no return, there’s no turning back, and there’s a cliff behind..." whispered the Thunder Witch.

Clang!

The Frost Giant could no longer hold on, collapsed on the ice raft, returned to its original form, and the platinum armor gradually returned to normal, with large patches of blood flowing from the cracks, quickly staining the entire ice raft red.

The able witches removed her armor, mourning as they healed that collapsing body.

"Save her at all costs... From now on, this new sister will lead you."

"And what about you?"

"My blood has run clean... Shasta, I have seen the deepest shadows of the Church Court, humph, they are nothing more... I was young back then, spent my time in the court, but never followed the Conqueror on his expeditions, to wrestle with them now, at least I die rightfully."

"Teacher!"

"Don’t touch me! You’ll get hurt! Shasta, merely the power of witches cannot salvage the situation of the land. Witches need a powerful ruler to rely on, only then can we avoid such terrible losses... but you must see their true nature, most Nobles only covet our power, sending us to die, making needless sacrifices, and you must not be utilized, you need to watch them closely..."

The distant shoreline had whitened unknowingly.

A streak of light rose, golden and warm sunlight leaping from the sea’s surface.

It edged the Thunder Witch with a golden halo.

She gazed at the rising sun, growing larger, with the Divine Castle and Holy City behind her. She suddenly remembered the ancient King of Divine Mystery, who had once led the Human Clan and other clans in battles on another land. She also remembered the Conqueror’s expedition to the Nether Sea, but by now, her impression of the Conqueror had faded, only remembering the praise she had received in her youth in the court.

At the border of life and death, only the sea breeze could be seen, brilliant sunlight and sparkling waves.

It was a sight she had never appreciated before.

Her life had always been too anxious, too rushed, always hiding and never calming her mind.

Suddenly she exclaimed, "The sun, the ocean, the sky... truly beautiful..."

With that, she closed her eyes.

The witches numbered less than a hundred. Giant eagles circled the sky over and over, like homeless children, all watching with sorrow and fatigue.

The figure suddenly disintegrated, turning into countless fragments that scattered in the air, eventually leaving only a whisper.

"Such a beautiful sky and ocean, yet the path ahead is unseen... The path of humans, the path of witches... where exactly is it?"

The bitter voice dissipated in the equally bitter sea breeze, puzzled and unresolved.