Release that Witch Chapter 1492 - The Final Outcome
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
The backdrop shifted back to pristine white once more.
It lingered in a stupor for a while before speaking once again. “These aren’t fragments from the memory vault—I had deactivated all the sensory systems back then. No records of it could possibly remain in the external world.”
“Indeed,” Roland admitted openly. These were scattered glimpses he had witnessed right before his memories cut off—the astrolabe that Epsilon had shown not only originated from her, but included a portion from Lan. Maybe because of magic power's influence, they were merely transient visions, yet Roland leveraged the Battle of Souls' distinctive trait to bridge the voids with inventions, weaving all the disjointed fragments into a flawless sequence. “But, did you really need that one sentence?”
The Battle of Souls' standout feature was its illusory quality. Still, a pure invention couldn't deceive a logic-based superior intellect. Rather than a debate, it resembled spotlighting a crucial element.
From the creation phase to the prolonged Project Gateway that came after, the gray figure had evidently never regarded it as just a tool; instead, as its Creator, it had infused it with personal hopes.
Those superfluous aspects had essentially shaped the current Custodian.
With logic as its top priority, deception was utterly impossible.
The Custodian gazed intently at Roland for an extended moment before lifting its right hand—a crimson ray burst from its palm, followed by a sharp cracking noise!
Roland's heart jumped into his throat immediately.
This posture matched the prior world reboot perfectly!
Had he failed in the end to alter fate?
Roland couldn't resist glancing at the screen behind “Lan.” A wave expanded from the Bottomless Land's center, racing outward like a bolt of thunder that struck without warning—
...
“The third defense line has been breached. Those monsters are coming!”
“The central area requires Aerial Knight assistance!”
“Is the retreat not completed?”
“Hold on another ten minutes. Let the armored troops line the rear. We have to stop that hole no matter what!”
Endless hordes of the Sky-sea Realm surged from the ocean. They charged toward the island frenziedly, and even repeated incendiary bomb drops by the Aerial Knights forming fire barriers failed to halt them. Whether blade beasts or Nest Mothers, they seemed to have discarded their primal fear as living beings, trampling over their comrades' bodies to assault the First Army's position.
Hackzord couldn't express the bitterness surging within him.
By rights, he should have withdrawn long ago. After all, high-risk battles weren't his forte. Yet abandoning these humans and witches on the island posed an equal danger. If Anna pulled it off, he'd be branded the betrayer, facing grim consequences.
If only he hadn't agreed to aid them!
As the main forces pulled back and enemy numbers swelled relentlessly, the First Army's firepower could no longer sustain the defense line amid such relentless pressure. Hackzord already spotted several blade beasts breaching the 500-meter perimeter. Overrun was imminent.
He resolved to flee the moment the Sky-sea Realm closed to within 100 meters, situation be damned.
Right then, acid from Nest Mothers struck multiple tanks on the right flank, crippling them instantly. Seizing the breach, blade beasts flooded in. Even with God’s Punishment Witches rushing to reinforce, a handful broke through the intense firestorm, unfolding wings at 200 meters out!
After a swift dash through the air, they penetrated the heart of the defenses.
Hackzord was on the verge of turning tail when a tawny figure entered his sight.
It was the formidable Desert Wolf.
Her name was Lorgar, he recalled.
A blade beast crashed down, meeting its end in the Desert Wolf's savage bite.
Another blade beast swung its scythe-like limbs toward Hackzord!
In that instant, the witch responded in a manner that stunned Sky Lord.
She charged ahead recklessly, shielding the attack path with her own body. The blade severed one front leg, then pierced her belly. Blood sprayed forth, yet she clamped onto the beast’s jaw with unyielding ferocity.
The onslaught dragged on until Maggie dove from the skies and tore it into shreds.
“Are you alright!? Bear with it, coo!” Disregarding the blood covering her, the young lady in human form swiftly retrieved a healing bandage from her backpack and pressed it firmly into Lorgar’s injury.
Lorgar flicked her ears and managed a faint smile. “Don’t worry. I won’t die anytime soon...”
Witnessing this sight, Hackzord—who had already turned with one foot extended—drew it back.
Speech escaped him.
His impulse to withdraw tangled with a swirl of other feelings.
he pondered.
All at once, a ferocious surge of magic power erupted from the sinkhole, battering Sky Lord’s frame like a raging gale. The shockwave hit so hard that even the witches detected its strangeness. They froze in position, oblivious that it stemmed from a bellow in the Realm of Mind.
Hackzord scanned his surroundings with caution.
The sight that followed left him utterly stupefied.
Blade beasts and Nest Mothers tumbled to the earth as though their spirits had fled. As the pulse expanded, greater numbers of Sky-sea Realm forces dropped. They fell like fields of wheat under the scythe.
First Army soldiers holding the rear lines stood dumbfounded where they were.
A mere moment before, enemy assaults had raged; now, hush descended. Sea ghosts hadn’t collapsed, yet they’d never led the charge anyway. Once Nest Mothers fell, sea ghosts ebbed away like retreating waves, just as they’d surged in.
The furious battlefield plunged into abrupt quiet.
Bolder warriors vaulted from crude trenches, jabbing their rifle barrels at downed Sky-sea Realm foes. Yet no stir came from them, as if lifeless.
Freed from the crushing strain, survivors showed their relief at enduring the fury. No victory cries erupted first; instead, they slumped down clutching weapons, gasping while staring upward.
“Eh?” Maggie gazed around in astonishment. “What’s happening, coo?”
Hackzord, meanwhile, fixed his stare on the Bottomless Land.
He suspected the cause, yet lacked full assurance.
...
“You guessed right. The Sky-sea Realm was indeed my doing.” The Custodian lowered its arm and continued, “It was originally meant to be a supplement to the selection of life, using it as a control for the group undergoing natural evolution. At the same time, it would increase external pressure on the species. In the tens of thousands of years in the beginning, the competing lives were still in an extremely primitive stage. The plan was considered quite successful. But subsequent species were able to use more and more of magic power, and I discovered that they were posing a threat to the Cradle facility; therefore, I added more jobs to these modified beings.”
“I once had the hope that when the Sky-sea Realm evolves to a stage of being able to withstand magic power environments, the two problems you raised would automatically be resolved.” With those words, it let out a sigh. “Unfortunately, the influence of magic power on the mind goes two ways. The Sky-sea Realm, which is controlled, is still very limited in their control of magic power. It relies more on its excellent genes and biological techniques. Instead, it’s the exterminated species that might be able to evolve and break through the barrier.”
Roland observed that its tone had lost its prior composure, now carrying faint alterations.
“Perhaps it is as you said. The Battle of Divine Will which is meant to prioritize the protection of the Cradle makes it impossible to produce an imagined perfect life.” The Custodian’s voice held a note of gloom, yet also a sense of release. “This plan was destined to never have an outcome from the beginning.”