Agnes silently closed the book in her hands, her eyes flashing with a mix of surprise and perplexity.
She furrowed her brows subtly, her expression revealing a trace of confusion.
However, the witch seemed to have no other actions. She simply sat quietly in place, gazing at the familiar figure outside the palace.
At this moment, Char had just landed near the seal above the palace, and he was locked onto by the enormous vertical pupil.
He trembled for a moment, then painfully clutched his head as his entire skin quickly sprouted numerous eyes, which stared at him alongside the vertical pupil.
Afterward, Char, deprived of magical support, rapidly plummeted from mid-air.
Just as the witch hesitated whether to intervene and save him or give this immortal being an unforgettable lesson, Char, in his desperate situation, suddenly erupted with power.
He once again controlled magic and clumsily flew toward the spherical seal near the palace.
What is he trying to do?
A hint of doubt flashed in Miss Witch's mind.
Then, following his flight path, Agnes finally noticed that at a location closest to the weak point of the seal, a deep and malevolent slime had condensed into a spike, descending upon that vulnerable spot!
Once the seal was successfully breached, countless eldritch gods outside would surge in all at once.
Although the seal could be repaired instantly, those indescribable and eerie entities always had means to infiltrate the palace.
"Stop! Why are you coming at me!"
In the next moment, a voice filled with urgency and anger suddenly resounded.
Char abruptly opened his arms and unhesitatingly positioned himself in front of the pitch-black slime, with his heart directly facing the direction of the oncoming spike!
Only then did the witch realize the true significance of Char's previous actions.
He intended to block the attack of the dark slime, preventing it from launching an assault on the palace!
Even though he was just a mere ant.
As Agnes watched Char, who appeared both agonized and resolute, she instinctively stood up, clenching her fist.
A radiant light flashed, and an ethereal projection identical to her physical form, lifting her skirt, took a step forward from her body.
In the next second, it instantly appeared inside the circular seal.
Then, it gently raised its small hand!
...
Although slightly repulsed, Char, trapped in a desperate situation, had no room for complaints.
After all, Miss Witch was more enticing, and she provided more experience points.
So, he reluctantly pursed his lips, opened his arms, and blocked the path of the dark slime's attack.
Come on, stinky mud!
But just as Char closed his eyes, imagining the pain and nausea that would come from the spike piercing his heart, a series of crisp shattering sounds suddenly came from behind.
"Crackle, crackle, crackle..."
The sound, like the breaking of glass, echoed continuously.
Upon hearing these sounds, the spike formed by the dark slime trembled slightly, then slowed down its speed, as if time had momentarily paused in that very moment.
"Boom!"
Accompanied by the sound of an explosion, Char heard the noise and quickly turned his head, only to find that a perfectly human-sized gap had appeared on the surface of the seal behind him at some point.
From within that gap, a figure of exquisite beauty and cold elegance gracefully stepped out, lifting her skirt.
"The, the Witch, Your Excellency?"
Char was stunned.
Then, he felt an irresistible force grabbing the back of his collar, swiftly pulling him towards the opening in the seal below, and he descended into the palace.
"Splash—"
As if sensing the imminent threat of a forbidden entity attempting to break the seal, countless iron chains inscribed with runes, entwined around the perimeter of the palace seal, instantly erupted with dazzling golden light, radiating a divine power of luminosity!
The iron chains seemed to possess sentience, rising like colossal pythons, swaying slowly, and pouncing towards the position where Miss Witch stood.
They intended to seal her once again, imprisoning her within the palace!
But the witch remained indifferent, casually waving her hand.
In an instant, the air seemed to freeze under a chilling force.
Immediately following, originating from her as the center, a massive circular ring woven from countless strands of black mist instantly expanded hundreds of meters in diameter, pushing forward in all directions!
When the malevolent deities came into contact with the black mist, they emitted various cries of anguish. They were swiftly driven away by the rapidly spreading ring, fleeing until they had no place left to retreat. They screamed in agony as they were engulfed by the black mist, swiftly consumed by the curse.
Meanwhile, the iron chains radiating golden light danced in the air, but they were resisted and unable to advance even a single step within hundreds of meters.
Agnes released a surge of black mist, sealing the trembling mass of pitch-black slime, and then, as if discarding garbage, casually threw it into the gap of the seal.
Having completed all of this, she lightly lifted her skirt and stood quietly in the void, directing her gaze towards the towering void eye at the highest point.
"Are you going to fight me here?"
The witch's voice was extremely cold.
The two clearly possessing divine status locked eyes, their aura slowly surging. Even the surrounding space struggled under such pressure, producing rumbling and trembling sounds!
Sister is so cool!
Lying on the ground of the palace, in pain all over, Char, without forgetting to be a bystander, watched as the witch forcefully dispersed those malevolent deities, suppressed the seals of the gods, and stood in opposition to the towering void eye. He silently cheered and shouted in support.
A prolonged stare-down.
After who knows how long, the void eye slowly rotated twice, then gently closed together, disappearing into the void.
The witch glanced at the spot where it vanished, then turned around, surveying her surroundings with indifference.
"Leave my palace."
Leaving behind these words, heavy as a mountain, in a soft voice, Agnes' figure gradually faded and disappeared from the spot.
The resisting circular ring slowly receded as well.
If it lingered a little longer, a more powerful backlash from the seal would be activated, possibly attracting the attention of the gods.
"Clang, clatter—"
The golden light dissipated from the iron chains entwined around the seal's perimeter, colliding with each other as if expressing dissatisfaction.
Then, they slowly moved, filling the gap in the seal.
The abyss, once shrouded in darkness, returned to its deep and silent state, as if the battle that had just taken place here had never happened.
...
"Why are you here again?"
As the consciousness returned to her original form, Miss Witch's first words were filled with indifference and questioning.
"I've already told you my purpose last time."
Char climbed to his feet, sitting on the ground, blinking his eyes as he looked at her.
All the eyes all over his body simultaneously turned to look at Miss Witch, blinking in an orderly manner.
"..."
Seeing this, the witch lightly frowned but surprisingly didn't retort. With a snap of her fingers, an invisible force descended from above, infusing into Char's body.
It was a gentle and non-coercive power, slowly cleansing Char's body like the holy light of the Church, giving a warm sensation.
In the midst of Char's astonished gaze, the pairs of eyes on his skin's surface, like fading illusions, gradually disappeared into the air. At the same time, the mad knowledge forcefully implanted into his mind during the confrontation with the towering void eye also faded away.
In just a few seconds, Char returned to his original state.
Looking at his own hands, he felt somewhat surprised.
Who would have thought that someone like Miss Witch, a villain, could also play the role of a nurturing figure?
Seeing that Char was safe, the witch remained silent. She turned around, ascended the steps, and took her usual seat at the highest point, opening the book in her hands.
"May I ask, Madam, who was that esteemed presence with the eye just now?"
After returning to normal and reclaiming his life, Char slowly stood up and asked.
Judging from the tone of the witch's voice, she definitely knew that entity, but their relationship didn't seem harmonious.
However, the system had classified that entity as something other than a villain, so Char felt puzzled. That big eyeball looked so evil, how could it not be a villain?
"He is called Adriel."
The witch said indifferently, while the sound of flipping pages resumed.
Adriel?
A name Char had never heard before.
He was completely puzzled.
"His esteemed name is: the embodiment of omniscience and omnipotence, the heart of the elements, the sole creator, the supreme existence of the Trinity."
Perhaps sensing his confusion, the witch's delicate hand paused for a moment while flipping the book, and she explained in a soft voice.
Boom!
Char stood still, his expression blank, as if struck hard by a bolt from the blue!
So... It was the god of the elements?
I was actually in a staring contest with the god of the elements?
Char was dumbfounded.
No wonder.
No wonder he felt overwhelmed by the overwhelming knowledge he was forcefully exposed to earlier.
Now that he thought about it, the harm caused by the towering void eye earlier was probably not intentional on its part, but simply because of the "cannot directly gaze at a god" rule.
And as a noble and orthodox deity, how could the system define it as a "villain"?
It was Miss Witch who showed true courage, directly confronting that powerful entity with followers spread throughout the continent.
It wasn't an exaggeration to say that most orthodox mages believed in the supreme existence symbolizing knowledge, magic, and elements.
But why would it come to a place like this?
Char looked at the witch with eyes full of curiosity.
This time, however, she didn't answer his question and simply lowered her head to read her book in silence.
It seemed that she thought I couldn't uncover the secrets at that level yet.
Char sighed.
"Smack—"
At that moment, a very faint sound came from beside him.
Char turned his gaze towards the source and saw the pitiful Stinky Mud being mercilessly battered by the black mist, rolling back and forth on the ground.
Despite being a presence that could contend with the various evil gods lurking outside the palace, it couldn't display any arrogance in front of Miss Witch, appearing as feeble as a pool of asphalt.
"Shouldn't we kill it?"
Char pondered for a moment, pointing at Stinky Mud and asking, not even having the desire to understand what kind of creature it actually was.
After all, having just experienced the impact of the god of the elements, even if Stinky Mud was an evil god, it was already beneath his notice.
Seemingly understanding Char's cruel words, the pitch-black slime intensified its rolling frequency and speed, seemingly resisting and cursing silently.
Who's the Lord of Hell!
Upon hearing Char's inquiry, the witch suddenly remembered something. She gently closed the book in her hand and calmly surveyed Char with her eyes.
In her view, Char's impulsive act of throwing himself in front was somewhat foolish.
However, she didn't want to question him about it.
After a long while, the witch withdrew her gaze and muttered softly to herself, "Too weak."
"So weak, there's no way... "
"What did you say?"
Char didn't hear clearly and asked.
The witch glanced at him but didn't answer his question.
"It is a Formless Demon, a cunning creature that can transform into any non-conceptual entity and possess its corresponding abilities."
"In the past, many powerful individuals enjoyed hunting this species, creating talismans that could transform into any weapon or armor to enhance their strength. But eventually, the Formless Demons were almost completely wiped out."
"And this one should be the only remaining Formless Demon in the world, with power closest to that of a deity."
She broke her silence and said so many words at once.
However, the witch didn't give Char a chance to continue questioning. She lightly opened her rosy lips and calmly said, "Next, I will personally erase its malevolence and autonomy, suppressing its essence."
"Then, I will make it become your power."