Hate me, Miss Witch

Chapter 244: This is the day of farewell to the gods (7k)

The black tower fell into silent silence.

In the flickering starlight, the boy's figure seems so dreamy that it seems unreal.

"Long time no see, Red."

He turned slightly and looked at the small silver spirit in front of him.

"It's been so long since we last met. You've become so strong now."

"If Yin knew your current achievements, he would probably be so envious that his body would break apart."

咪~
Not far away, the little silver spirit looked at the young man in front of it and let out a cry of surprise.

Then, it turned into a stream of fiery red light.

It broke away from the control of the golden elf and ran headfirst into Char's arms.

Mimi~mi~
There was now a hint of tremor in Chihong's familiar voice.

It feels like crying.

In five hundred years, he had gone from being a title level to being able to hunt down demigods.

Anyone who knows about Chihong's current achievements will be amazed at the speed at which its strength is increasing. It is far superior to those ancient gods of the old times, and its racial qualifications are far superior to its mythical species.

However, few people know how much Chihong paid for this strength improvement that is enough to shock a group of mythical beings.

The Silver Spirits, an elemental race, were only at the fourth-ring king level, which might be considered powerful in the eyes of a young beastmaster, but in this age of gods where mythical races were common, they were nothing.

Not to mention, Chihong’s talent is actually at the bottom among the Silver Spirits.

If not for this, it would not have never been chosen by other beastmasters of the Brunstadt family, but would have followed Char instead.

All it has, and can rely on, is a heart that is stronger than any other silver spirit.

Any gift from fate has already been secretly marked with a price.

In order to keep up with Char's pace and not become a vase and a burden in the Soul Contract Space... During these five hundred years, Chihong's astonishing improvement was actually the result of putting himself on the boundary between life and death countless times.

Red is also a living being, with the sense of pain and the fear of death.

In those desperate situations when it is on the verge of death and feels its body getting colder and colder, it also feels pain and cowardly wants to escape.

I will also regret why I chose such a difficult and dangerous path, instead of staying comfortably with Xia Ya, sometimes being held in Xia Ya's warm arms like a pillow, and sometimes eating hot pot and singing with other pets in the Soul Covenant Space, laughing and joking about the stocks they support.

But, in the end, Chi Hong just quietly hid his fear and cowardice of death in his heart...

Because Chihong knew that the young beastmaster who would clean up its mess no matter what it did was no longer there, and the only one it could rely on was itself.

It must learn to be cautious and alert to everything in the outside world. Even in the Dark Tower, it dare not let down its tense nerves... because in the last years of the Age of Gods where mythical creatures are everywhere, any insignificant detail may become a tool for the gods to use to deal with blasphemers who disrespect the gods.

And at this moment, in Char's arms, feeling the pat on the head that I hadn't felt for hundreds of years...

For the first time in hundreds of years, Chihong finally let down all his guard and vigilance.

"Anyway, thank you for your hard work over the years, Chihong."

"I know very well how much effort you have put in, how much blood and sweat you have shed in order to keep up with me and become my supporter."

"Because, next to me, there is also a girl named Aurora, who is as silly as you."

The young man skillfully held the Silver Spirit in the form of a star spirit in his arms and stroked it gently.

Xia Ya's embrace was very warm, which made Chihong think of the midday sunshine in the ancient country of Cang Ting.

It was exactly the same as a long time ago when the young boy said to it when it was still young, "Then I'll call you Red."

"Although it is far from enough to make up for your fatigue and loss over the past five hundred years."

"But at least for now, take a rest, Red."

Feeling the faint warmth, Chihong fell into sleep for the first time in more than five hundred years.

And feeling the little silver spirit in his arms fall into a deep sleep.

The young man with black hair and black eyes also slowly turned his gaze to the golden elf beside him.

"Well, long time no see as well."

"Hathaway."

He paused for a moment, with a thoughtful look on his face.

"Oh, right, Master, you still can't confirm my true identity, and whether I have been possessed by that old thing."

"Let me think about how to prove my identity..."

Char was only halfway through his words when he was interrupted by the golden elf.

"Need not."

She just stared at the young man in front of her quietly.

"Don't underestimate me, Mr. Char."

"Even though we have the same appearance and the same memories."

"But I can tell whether you are you or not with just one glance."

The golden elf's pair of red-gold eyes stayed on Xia's face for a long time.

Five hundred years of separation, five hundred years of longing.

Hiding myself in a dark tower, letting my feelings ferment day and night.

Longing, yearning, yearning, dissatisfaction, melancholy... countless complex expressions flashed across the golden elf's eyes at this moment.

It was an intense emotion that was so overwhelming that it could engulf the soul.

However, the next moment.

Hathaway closed her eyes slightly.

After a long time, when those eyes opened again.

Deep in her heart, the surging emotions that seemed about to burst out at any time were forcibly suppressed by Hathaway's tremendous willpower.

"Although I have a lot to say to you right now, Mr. Xia, I may not be able to finish even if I talk for three days and three nights."

"but--"

"But now is not the time to reminisce."

The gold elf just stared at Char quietly.

Back then on the Lost Island, Hathaway wanted to save all the elves because of her unrealistic and naive fantasy, but instead she dragged Char into the abyss of darkness.

It was almost a tragic ending with no return.

Therefore, at this moment, Hathaway, no matter how much she missed him in her heart and how much she wanted to talk to the boy in front of her about the loneliness and solitude she had experienced in the past five hundred years.

However, she would never allow herself to interfere with Char's plan again because of her personal emotions.

"Teacher Char——"

Those cold words, like the sound of wind chimes at night, echoed in the great library of the Dark Tower.

"You have more important things to do now."

In front of the golden elf, Xia Ya was slightly stunned.

At this moment, he could not tell whether the golden elf girl in front of him was the young girl on the Lost Island who was still young and naive with naive fantasies, or the majestic and mysterious teacher in his memory.

"Even though you're saying Char-sensei—"

"But now, you clearly have some of the majestic appearance of a future master."

Char smiled and spoke silently to himself.

"However, what you said, Master, is indeed not wrong."

"We now have more important things to accomplish."

He raised his head slightly and looked towards the distant sky.

"So, teacher—"

Char uttered this in a low whisper.

"Let us just—"

"Let's put a full stop to this mythical era."

In the sudden shining of hot starlight.

The golden elf nodded slightly.

Then, she carefully placed her fair hand in Char's palm.

"Ah."

……

The loud roar echoed between the sky and the earth.

What followed was the overflowing, flowing starlight.

At this moment.

Whether it is the astral plane, the spiritual world, the main material plane, the western continent, the endless sea, or the many secondary planes folded in the cracks of dimensions in the multiverse.

Many mythical creatures were still immersed in the shock of the shaking of the starry sea and the falling of meteors.

A true god has fallen.

And there are not just one, but more than a dozen.

Not only that, at this moment, among the gods’ cults on the Western Continent, most of the high-ranking members felt a sense of emptiness in their hearts as they looked at the falling starlight.

It was as if some supreme existence had been taken away from the depths of their souls.

In the aftermath of the god's fall, countless mythical creatures were filled with fear.

Even gods like the God of Storms and the God of War have fallen—

So, what about them?

However, at the same time, some other thoughts other than fear arose in the souls of the gods.

Most of them also touched the boundaries of true God, but because they became gods late, or for various other reasons, they were not regarded as their own kind by the gods who held the previous council of gods, and were not invited to participate in the council of gods.

Because of this, he was not caught up in the fantasy collapse that destroyed everything and thus escaped.

And in this world, divinity and the authority of a certain law that it represents are conserved.

Even if the gods fall, their divinity and authority cannot be destroyed but will still be preserved and can be inherited by other gods.

Therefore, the fall of those true gods who previously occupied high places and monopolized complete divinity and authority was also a great opportunity for other gods.

An opportunity to build a new throne by stepping on the corpses of the old gods.

However, the next moment.

All the gods who have survived in the entire main material plane, whether they are demigods or true gods, regardless of whether they were half-crazy or sober before, and regardless of what they are thinking at this moment.

At this moment, they all saw the figure shrouded in brilliant starlight in the starry sky.

The figure of a human boy with black hair and black eyes.

Charia Eggut.

Most demigods knew nothing about this figure, but there were also well-informed true gods who were not unfamiliar with this figure.

The creator of the Black Tower.

It is also the origin of arcane and magic.

This person was originally judged to be missing in the eyes of the gods, perhaps he had fallen into the abyss.

At this moment, it appeared in front of the gods in such a perfect posture.

That is to say-

The previous commotion caused by the fall of the gods in the star realm was not what he had imagined. It was not a civil war among the gods for each other's divinity.

Rather, it was done by the human being in front of him.

At this moment, those powerful gods have fallen, and the other party has appeared in front of the gods so openly and without any disguise.

The meaning of this was already clear. At this moment, those gods who had not gone mad and still retained their rationality all felt waves of great fear in their souls.

Almost without thinking, they activated their divine powers, wanting to leave the Western Continent and escape into the depths of the astral and spiritual realms.

The astral and spiritual realms are so vast that even gods cannot explore them all if they devote their entire lives to exploring them.

As long as he could escape deep enough into the astral realm, he might be able to save his life in the coming reckoning.

Such a thought just came up.

next moment--

"I don't know why, but the enemies I faced liked to flee to the depths of the astral realm after they realized things were going badly."

The slightly distressed words echoed among the starry sky.

"That was the case with Guderian Borgia back then. I didn't expect that this time our opponents would be the gods from the Age of Gods. You still can't change your habit of taking shortcuts."

"To be honest, if you all really flee to the star realm, then I really don't have any good solutions. After all, I'm not a great emperor or a supreme being. I don't have the ability to fight to the edge of the universe and wipe out the avenue."

"but."

The distressed words paused slightly.

"Those mythical creatures that have been hiding in the astral plane and have never interfered with the main material plane, and have always been like ostriches and have never shown up, that's fine... I don't have the time to go to the astral plane and catch them one by one."

"Besides, if all evil gods are completely destroyed, and the evil cults cease to exist... then who can I turn to for gold coins and experience points when I am still weak in the future timeline? Those evil cults will be excellent experience points in the future."

"But that only applies to those guys who are law-abiding and hiding in the astral realm."

"As for you—"

The young man in the starlight slightly turned sideways, and his faint words spread out among the starry sky.

"One second he was stirring up trouble in the Western Continent, and the next second he realized something was wrong and wanted to run away."

"This wishful thinking is a bit too good to be true."

Char's figure gradually became clearer.

And the starlight in his dark eyes became brighter and brighter.

"To be honest, I understood from the beginning that whether it's the path of a beastmaster, the path of a wizard, or the long steps to becoming a god... they are all paths to becoming stronger and reaching a higher level. There is no such thing as justice or evil, high or low, good or bad."

"I also know that among you, because of the differences in authority, divinity, and original racial personalities, there must be differences in your attitudes towards humans, your own believers, and the Church... Not all of you may be so tyrannical in harvesting believers, but there may be relatively gentle means."

"In this wild and chaotic era, when the light of civilization has not yet been ignited, the advent of faith in gods and the church may not be a bad thing for humans who are caught up in war and conflict."

"No matter what the purpose is, the existence of the cult and the gods has indeed brought order, civilization, and superficial prosperity to some people, even though this gift has already been secretly marked with a price."

"So, I will not stand on the moral high ground, claiming to be a righteous partner, and identify myself as the righteous party to judge you evil gods."

"After all, perhaps from the perspective of the entire multiverse, perhaps you gods who rely on the laws of the universe and rely on authority are the ones who represent order—"

"And people like me who are casual and undisciplined and act completely according to my own will represent chaos. I am the root cause of the increase in entropy in the multiverse."

"but."

Chara smiled.

He looked around at the empty and deep starry sky of the astral realm, but his distant sight seemed to have crossed an infinitely long distance and fell on the gods in the main material plane at this moment.

"Because of some of the things I've experienced, and because of the likes and dislikes of the people I care about, I don't like gods."

"This is not a self-righteous, high-handed judgment—"

"Just because I want to do it, I am happy to do it."

"That's all."

“The future belongs to mankind.”

"The newly born human civilization, no longer relying on the support and so-called gifts of the gods, but becoming self-reliant and self-reliant, will have a greater and brighter future."

"Of course, this is just my personal opinion."

"So, you are qualified to use every possible means and every effort to try to defeat me and deny everything I believe in."

"And similarly, I will try my best to make this era of gods——"

“It ends at this moment.”

Xia closed his eyes slightly.

"I've always wanted to try out these two lines, and now I finally have the chance."

After muttering to himself, he slowly stretched out his right hand.

"Here comes the gun."

Western Continent, on the snowy plains in the far north.

The blonde girl listened to the sound coming from a distant direction, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"I knew that you would not miss this line after finally finding such a good opportunity."

She raised her hand and wiped away the few specks of white snow dust that had stained her light golden hair.

"Go ahead, Lungominyade."

"Become the sharpest weapon in his hand and cut off all his enemies, just as I promised him."

"Be someone who can be of use to him."

"This agreement cannot be terminated even if the Holy Lance is shattered or even if one dies."

As soon as he finished speaking, Cangyin fell.

Suddenly, a knight's spear with a dark silver color appeared in Char's right hand.

It is the tower at the end that connects the front and back of the world, and it is also the storm anchor that shines in the farthest place.

This weapon was once subject to thirteen restraints to restrain the power it contained, but at this moment, all thirteen restraints were removed, revealing its complete posture.

In an instant, all the mythical creatures on the Western Continent felt a kind of suffocating majesty.

Teleport, flash, space walking, astral jumping, spirit travel, dimensional march, king-rook castling, rebirth through borrowing a body...all abilities that can achieve rapid transitions, whether from the extraordinary side or the divine side, are now completely blocked.

The power of the Holy Lance to anchor the world was now being used on these mythical creatures.

The force that holds the two worlds together anchors them all to the surface of the planet, locking and solidifying all the space around them.

It's like a bug trapped in amber, unable to move at all.

And all this is not the end.

The next moment, where thousands of stars gathered.

The boy with black hair and black eyes once again stretched out his left hand.

"Here comes the sword."

On the island of Atlantis, the queen with silver hair and red eyes raised her head and looked up at the boundless night sky.

At this moment, a slight smile appeared on her delicate and flawless face.

"I never realized before that you, who always have a gentle smile on your face, have such a domineering side."

"but--"

There was a slight pause in her words.

"Just like the day when the Esgania Fantasy Belt disappeared."

"You were pierced by the holy sword, lying in my arms and weakly saying - you hope that I like Char Eggot, not the false great and glorious cover of "Black Knight" Cain."

"You are me, the husband of the Imperial Queen Isadella von Fresberg."

"So, I also like you when you are so domineering like this."

"I like all kinds of Char, no matter what kind of Char he is."

The golden sword rang, and its true form was revealed along with a roaring storm.

The brilliant and dazzling sword body, as if endowed with an invincible glory, briefly illuminated the darkness in the deep space of the universe, burning brightly.

And Char slowly grasped the hilt of the holy sword with his left hand.

The moment he grasped the holy sword, Char felt the clear, golden blessing being bestowed upon his body and spirit.

His soul, which had been weakened by overdraft, was now invigorated and regained its vitality.

"Xiao Ai has used the Holy Lance a lot, but as for the Holy Sword, this is my first time using it."

Feeling the warm soul breath of Isadela, the owner of the holy sword, transmitted from the holy sword shrouded in golden light, Char couldn't help but smile.

"However, since it is a sword..."

"Then it shouldn't be a problem for you, Chihong."

Char emptied his mind and rationality.

Let the pure instinct called fighting take over your mind.

"Chihong, you should have not forgotten the move we researched in the beginning, right?"

"Me~ (Of course)"

Feeling the call of the soul, Chihong slowly woke up from his deep sleep.

The golden blessing of the holy sword was not only bestowed upon Char, but also upon every pet connected to his soul, allowing Chihong's condition to return to its best, even reaching a peak far beyond usual.

Chihong, who had fully awakened, also made an excited sound at this moment.

More than just never forgotten.

From the very beginning, the Little Silver Spirit did not have a complex and complete ability system.

Like Yin, using complicated illusions and numerous skills to construct a complete series of tactical combos is not Chihong's strong point.

All the little silver spirit possesses is the sword in his hand, and nothing more than a sword.

All unnecessary skills and abilities are useless encumbrances and burdens to Chihong.

Turn your mind into a blade.

After going through thousands of trials and tribulations, and hammering and forging day and night, all impurities are removed.

Then it took more than five hundred years.

In the experience of facing life and death time and again, he honed his only sword skill to the point where it could no longer be improved, and could no longer be optimized or refined even a little bit.

Concentrate and reach the top.

Finally, a strong blade strong enough to kill gods was forged.

However, no matter how flawless one's sword skills are, no matter how high one reaches the so-called void realm, one still has to show it to others in the end.

Just as Akane chose to go to the Age of Gods for training, he wanted to keep up with Char's footsteps.

The sword skills that had been tempered to the limit through repeated brinks of death and hunts, reaching the realm of nothingness.

Finally, at this moment, in the hands of Chihong's favorite master -

Welcome, the opportunity to show itself to the world.

……

Char placed his hand on the hilt of the holy sword.

His gaze slowly swept over the gods in the star field.

Yet it seemed as if it had crossed a long distance and reached the other side of the infinite parallel world.

Then, a solemn declaration was made.

"this is--"

"The day of farewell to the gods."

Then--

The holy sword is unsheathed.

""God avoids""

(End of this chapter)