Definitely Not a Witch

A heartwarming daily life farming novel, occasionally also a passionate epic.

Spears spread across the wilderness like a thriving forest. Glorious knights march in formation, and countless bl...

Chapter 993 Fading Sword

In the southern border of the empire, the Silver Peak Mountain.

The sound of the huge weapons clashing resonated between the sky and the earth like a bell, spreading out colorless ripples.

Mana was transformed into high-energy magic in the boiling supernatural core, and then it was unleashed on the battlefield. Extraordinary skills, a tough body, blazing guns, fierce and rapid interweaving and collisions.

The screams of battle drowned out the worlds colliding like tides below. In such a cruel battlefield, everyone was immersed in the frenzied fighting and killing, forgetting everything around them, even their own lives.

As long as there is a little strength left in the body, he will grab the weapon at hand and attack the enemy.

The development of muskets not only improved the efficiency of killing each other, but also made up for the disadvantage of huge physical consumption and greatly prolonged the duration of battles.

At a point in the sky, Vimiya looked at the burning battlefield below. After a long time, she slowly shifted her gaze to the darkening horizon in the north.

Roland has now stabilized the front line and is familiar with and adapted to the enemy general's fighting style. All he needs to do next is to persevere.

Once the enemy's fanatical emotions subside, their fighting spirit will be greatly reduced, and they will gradually become afraid because of the overly cruel battlefield.

Although there is also fear on the side of Fairywood, it is different from the imperial soldiers who fight for their own interests.

The empire was only an empire of aristocrats, not an empire of everyone. Even if they were defeated, they could survive, so they did not have that kind of will to die.

But it is different for our side. This is a battle with no retreat and must be fought. If we want to survive, we have to win the battle.

The Jackdaw Witch should be able to see through this situation, Vimiya thought to herself.

However, the other party still took action.

As the sky gradually turned blue and dark, flocks of black jackdaws came noisily flapping their wings.

They devoured the wisps of phantom flames floating on the battlefield, which were the broken souls of the dead creatures, and then began to guide large-scale battlefield magic.

How heartless.

Weimiya muttered in her heart, and then slowly appeared in the air.

Water mist gathered and condensed in the sky, and a mermaid girl with long blue hair appeared. Her graceful and slender tail had light blue gradient scales, which was extremely beautiful and emitted a faint blue fluorescence in the night sky.

Then a crystal-like violin appeared on the witch's shoulder, and melodious and profound music suddenly sounded.

The wind on the battlefield became moist at some point, bringing coolness to people and gradually waking many people up from the crazy fighting.

In the sky, floating clouds moved quickly, flickering, stars twinkled faintly among them, and the afterglow of the horizon gradually fell.

After discovering the witch who changed the sky, black crows swarmed towards the blue-haired mermaid singer, circling around her in a huge circle, and then a vague eye slowly opened in the sky.

As the enemy moved, the mermaid singer plucked the strings of her harp faster and faster, like a storm gradually approaching on the sea, followed by a drizzle of rain.

The feathers of the crows became extremely heavy after being soaked by the rain, and then gradually sank. But then, driven by magic, bursts of white smoke rose from the feathers and caught up with the blue-haired figure in the sky again.

In this regard, Weimiya had no choice but to use a slightly heavier hand.

The sound of the violin changed, becoming rapid and passionate. The crows circling in the sky suddenly screamed several times, and then fell from the sky in large numbers, with feathers and blood falling along with them.

If someone were to dissect the bodies of these jackdaws, they would find that they died from blood reflux.

As one of the four originals, the power she holds can be said to be the underlying structure of this world. The scope of her power is far beyond the reach of ordinary witches. The only thing Vimiya lacks now is time to grow.

Like Roland, she also slept for several years before gradually waking up, and is now only Sequence 7.

If it grows to the perfect Sequence 9 state, it might even surpass Phoebe of the past, which makes people sigh that the disciple is better than the master.

Because she couldn't gain any advantage, the witch of the Crow with Wise Eyes stopped trying and slowly retreated and disappeared without a trace.

Maybe she was thinking of some new idea.

This small struggle and test in the sky ended, and the battle below was gradually coming to an end.

In the shattered magical glow, the two main generals had been fighting back and forth on the top of the mountain for a long time, and at this time Bazel no longer had the high spirits he had at the beginning.

The tall and mighty body was covered with wounds, his armor and cloak were tattered, and the coagulated blood and dust mixed together to form dark and ugly stains.

Hehe... Hehe...

He was panting, the huge axe in his hand was full of gaps, and his long mane was scattered on his shoulders and chest, with traces of burning and cutting on it.

"How is it possible..." The general stared angrily at the tiny figure standing alone.

Compared to the disheveled Bazel, the girl with long chestnut-blonde hair was in much better condition.

Although the armor was broken, the skin inside was still intact, revealing a rare whiteness. Although the face was covered with dust and sweat, the pupils were still very bright, gazing quietly in the burning firelight.

"You are not an ordinary person...you shouldn't even be a human being." Bazel said in a low voice, revealing the truth about the other party's identity.

"Really?" the girl replied quietly.

"So what do you want me to be like?"

"You should have died on this hill a long time ago." Bazel's thick fingers clenched again, gradually tightening the heavy axe in his hand.

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