Chapter 898

Chapter 898: Angel of Sword Wings, Mesia, Unveil!

Ibel, a witch born at the beginning of the Third Era. After the collapse of the Mercury Dynasty, the world entered an era of a hundred nations standing side by side, and Ibel was born in a small country.

As a young girl, she was just an ordinary girl living with her father in a town. When she came of age, her beauty caught the eye of the son of a local bully. Like many stories, to protect her child, the girl’s father met his end tragically, and the young Ibel fled into the mountains.

Perhaps this intense stimulus began to awaken her, and soon this girl discovered her unique talent—she could easily communicate with wild beasts and demonic beasts in the mountains without language or sound. Even the most dangerous demonic beasts would not harm her.

This gave her hope for revenge. As she grew older, she eventually controlled a large number of powerful demonic beasts. She returned to society to seek out her past enemies. With the help of these demonic beasts and wild beasts, she quickly learned about the whereabouts of that person.

Unexpectedly, the son of the once notorious bully had changed over the years and became a renowned hero. He helped the weak, repelled demonic beasts, and protected villagers, becoming the guardian of this small country, even betrothing himself to a princess.

Facing the witch’s revenge, he bravely stood up, hoping not to involve others.

Despite his best efforts and many friends coming to help, this hero still fell to the witch.

—A thousand years ago—

A land ravaged by destruction and ruins, filled with the corpses of demonic beasts and soldiers, some still emitting wisps of white smoke and a burnt smell. The hero, barely standing, was half-squatting on the ground, his back pressed down by the heavy foot of a giant elephant, trembling.

“Please spare my family; do not drag more people into this,” he said, his face pale and blood trickling from his mouth, looking as if he wouldn’t live long.

“Family? You have a family too,” the black-haired witch said, sitting atop a towering black dragon, overlooking her former enemy.

“Why should I agree to you? Everything today is the result of what happened in the past. Did anyone plead for us when my father died from injuries and hunger that winter?”

“Unfortunately, I survived, leaving a stain on your impeccable heroism. Truly regrettable,” Witch Ibel replied coldly.

“Get away, you wicked woman!” A child’s voice echoed from behind the city walls, followed by a child in flower-patterned clothes breaking free from an adult’s grasp, standing before the hero.

“Uncle has done so much to protect everyone; he has lived a hard life. You can’t hurt him,” he shouted, his voice trembling as if to encourage himself.

“You’re a bad person, doing whatever you want without considering others.”

“Young one, why should good people be killed while witches like you who harm others can live?” he continued, increasingly agitated.

“I—” Ibel looked at the child, her fingers tightening under her sleeve, but amidst her anger, there was also sorrow. She saw a bit of herself in this child.

Seeing the witch rendered speechless by her rebuke, the child felt a mix of fear, excitement, and joy.

“Why can’t you forgive Uncle? Then everyone can live happily.”

The witch remained silent, and the scene quieted down. People hiding and watching the battle felt a glimmer of hope.

“Haha.” Looking at the child, Ibel suddenly covered her mouth and laughed, tears streaming down her face.

“So, was I wrong?”

“Yes, you were wrong.”

Hearing these harsh accusations, the witch scanned the remaining people, seeing their cautious and hopeful eyes, a sense of disgust rose in her heart.

How ridiculous, did my right or wrong really depend on your acknowledgment? Or is this what you call justice?

The anticipated pleasure of killing her enemy vanished, replaced by a different kind of disgust and frustration. Unfortunately, the child opposite did not notice this, continuing to speak.

“So, you need to learn to be more loving to find happiness,” he said, echoing words from class.

“Shut up.” With a low voice, a claw tore through, leaving a bloody trail, ending the hero’s life.

The splattered blood froze the child’s eyes, silencing his voice.

“In fact, I was planning to let him go. But I’m glad you made me stop this thought,” the witch’s cold voice whispered to the child.

“I detest such hypocritical ‘justice.’ You only scream at me from your own perspective, never truly asking what I’ve endured or how I’ve lived all these years.”

“You appear pure and kind, but it’s just self-serving hypocrisy.”

“I hate children the most; they think they know everything, seeing things in black and white, explaining others with their pitiful knowledge and views, feeling superior.”

The witch slowly descended from the sky.

“Slap!”

A crisp slap echoed, the child covering his face in shock, retreating.

“Don’t worry, I won’t kill you. Seeing you suffer alive would give me more pleasure.”

With the roar of dragons and demonic beasts, the witch finally left the country, leading to its decline and eventual absorption into history.

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“The thing I despise most in my life is those who use their innocence and kindness to deceive others for personal gain.”

“Unfortunately, Lolan Hill, you happen to possess these traits.”

“On what basis do you say you can change at will?”

“On what grounds should we accommodate your thoughts?”

“On what grounds should we fulfill your dreams?”

“How absurd. Is it because you’re young, a newborn witch with pure and beautiful fantasies?”

Ibel looked down at the young lady below, her eyes a clear blue, emitting increasingly intense light. With her anger, her magic power spread like colorless flames to the surrounding demonic beasts.

Dull roars sounded like engines roaring, these demonic beasts’ pupils gradually turning red, breathing out white vapor, fixating on this frail figure.

“So it is like this.” The young lady responded softly, slowly lifting her head to look at the beast shadow blocking the night sky, the black-haired witch in blue dress so imposing and powerful.

“I do not intend to oppose your words, for words are so weak and powerless.”

“So, let me answer with strength and determination.”

In the rising night wind, she untied her hair band, strands of hair floating, changing from gold to flowing silver.

“Zi” A radiant silver iron longsword slowly drew from its scabbard.

Iron-Slaying Stovite, activate—

Holy armor, empower—

Extraordinary advancement, begin—

Silver flowing armor emerged from her body, covering and solidifying her form. Long swords resembling wings extended from her back, with circuit-like extraordinary patterns. Their ends seemed to connect to distant unknown voids, brilliant magic power constantly passing through the wings, reflecting metallic hues.

War Sequence 7·Angel of Sword Wings Mesia, unveil!

(End of Chapter)