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If she were to lead others to victory, she would only do a better job than Jiang Kehan.
Isn't the sunset something that exists precisely for this purpose?
Jiang Kehan didn't linger for long. She looked at the terminal that Sherlock Mike Van had personally handed to her and took a deep breath.
This terminal connects directly to the battlefield intelligence hub of the British Empire, compiling a large number of locations where the witch might need support.
As for why it's "possible"?
Because even in death, these witches would never allow their teammates to be killed one by one, like the Calabash Brothers saving their grandfather.
They saw themselves as tools of war, unwilling to submit or compromise.
"Can't these guys just treat themselves properly?"
Jiang Kehan gave a wry smile and muttered to herself.
"But your sacrifices will not be in vain, and besides, there are people who care about you."
She gazed at the countless red dots representing the witches in that desperate situation, gently wiped them away, and then walked toward the front line.
However, Jiang Kehan did not choose to go to the two war zones with the most red dots—Dark Rain and Mayfly Shift.
Instead, she chose a more remote war zone.
Jiang Kehan knew very well what Eva, whom she was about to face, was good at, which is why she boldly gave it a try and let Li Hui play her.
"Now that you've set up such a tight net, let me see it, Eva."
"Will my fire burn away your hidden spider silk first, or will your venomous fangs penetrate my body first?"
As she said this, Jiang Kehan slowly disappeared into the somewhat casually placed spatial portal.
Facing the raging blizzard and the grayness.
The Ember Zone, a place about to fall to the Fran offensive.
Jiang Kehan bent down to look at the snow at her feet and squinted her eyes.
If the universe weren't filled with countless stars, and the atmosphere overhead weren't azure, would it evoke a dreamlike feeling?
Jiang Kehan learned the truth this time, but what she felt was not a dream, but desolation and death.
Apart from the layer of snowflake-like ash beneath our feet, there is nothing else in this world.
Looking ahead, one sees the vast, bottomless black universe and the chilling aftershocks of magic.
Meanwhile, in a corner outside the safe zone where Jiang Kehan was standing.
Another witch looked up at the scene, curled up, somewhat bewildered.
"I wonder how the sisters are doing, and whether they managed to evacuate properly."
She glanced at her tattered body and her lips twitched.
Thinking back to the fervor she felt when she volunteered to be a scapegoat, she found it somewhat amusing—why was she so naive to think that death would arrive so mercifully?
The Fran witches are exceptionally ruthless, and more suited to war than any other group of women.
Like a cat playing tricks on a mouse before catching it, the Farron witches are very patient, intending to make the witch despair and force her to ask for help.
"I am the famous Eve, I can't let them get away with this."
Eve straightened up with some difficulty, leaning against the embers, panting heavily.
The environment in the war zone was extremely dangerous, like nuclear radiation, giving the Great Witch, who had long since become immune to cold, a chill that went straight to her soul.
It also torments their bodies invisibly.
If she were in good health, Eve wouldn't be afraid, but now, let alone healing herself with magic, even standing up is so difficult.
It can only be said that the one most skilled at slaughtering witches is another witch.
Suddenly, I heard a muffled sound.
The scorching flames struck first, bringing a terrifying roar, followed by faint footsteps.
There is no air in space, and the Great Witch doesn't need it.
But at this moment, Eve felt a long-lost sense of suffocation.
She gazed helplessly upwards, above which, though it could hardly be called the sky, fell silent.
At this moment, Eve suddenly laughed somewhat comically, because what popped into her mind was neither how to escape nor how to inflict more losses on the enemy.
You can't expect someone who's already longing for death to have such great abilities.
All she was thinking about was a very small, very small problem.
"Why didn't I bring any candy with me?"
"At least there's some taste in my mouth, so I won't feel so desperate..."
Chapter 510 I've come to take you home, sister.
Eve curled up quietly and gradually closed her eyes.
Only her constantly moving lips proved that she was still struggling to breathe, but unfortunately, the snow here only brought her excruciating pain, not sweetness.
The footsteps around them grew more frequent, like raindrops gradually growing larger.
Who knows if this sound will be followed by another storm or the long-awaited sunshine?
Eve was too lazy to think anymore. She just pursed her lips, trying to suppress her fear and the pain in her body, and wanted to drift off to sleep.
Perhaps in dreams, one cannot feel the cruelty of reality.
She gently wiped away the tears she had kept hidden from her eyes, revealing her vulnerability.
Just like a baby.
However, the footsteps around them gradually became unified, and finally, accompanied by the ticking sound, they all merged into one person.
Eve was puzzled. She tried her best to open her eyes to see what was happening, but to no avail, she could only see a few slivers of light.
And an extremely blurry figure.
The other person held a long sword, and his face looked like he was wearing an elaborate mask with streaks of bright red, like cinnabar.
It was like blood, dripping continuously, spreading all the way to the tip of the sword.
Eve wanted to see more clearly. She gasped for breath and was about to push this body to its limits when she was interrupted.
A warm, slender body gradually covered her front, embracing her.
The dark clouds outside seemed to have dissipated, and a few beams of golden light, left over from the wide-area condensation, fell here.
Her eyes looked like they were about to cry again.
Because this unknown witch was whispering in Eve's ear.
"Sorry, I'm late."
"Please rest for a bit, sister, I'll take you home."
go home?
Eve raised her head, letting tears stream down her cheeks and fall onto her gray hair, revealing her original light blonde color.
This time, it wasn't difficult, so she forced a somewhat awkward smile, and then—burst into tears.
Jiang Kehan looked at the witch in her arms and felt a pang of sadness, a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time, but she didn't hesitate.
After giving the other person some basic treatment, she had to leave.
Even though Jiang Kehan acted swiftly and ruthlessly, using silence instead of stealth to send all the Fran witches guarding the place back to Fran, ensuring that she would not be discovered for the time being.
But sooner or later, other witches will pass by and realize that something has gone wrong, and call for help.
However, during the treatment, Jiang Kehan suddenly gasped.
More than half of the injuries on the opponent were caused by the forbidden faction, and its most notable characteristic is that it cannot heal itself.
Moreover, it will severely erode the witch herself, causing her to fall into complete collapse.
If the endless flow of magic is not resisted against this collapse, the witch will die completely, or... be reduced to a puppet whose consciousness has dissipated, only able to answer questions.
After all, in terms of precision, even slightly advanced forbidden magic can distinguish between the physical body and the will.
No wonder the Farron witches outside only surrounded them instead of killing them.
Jiang Kehan felt a little suffocated. She silently carried the still-crying Eve on her back, looked at the endless wind and snow, and took a heavy step.
In the embers, very shallow footprints were left, until they were filled in by the wind and snow the next moment.
It seems that Jiang Kehan will have to walk the rest of the road alone.
However, what worried her even more was that the red dot on the terminal was disappearing at a rapid pace.
This also means that this war zone is about to fall completely into the hands of the Franco forces.
There was practically no good news, which gave Jiang Kehan a headache.
However, feeling the increasingly strong heartbeat behind her after Eve's treatment, she lowered her eyes slightly and had no more complaints.
"It's a good thing, at least there are only a very small number of witches who are good at forbidden techniques, and at least the other witches won't suffer torture before they die."
"But damn it, just how powerful can Angeli, the founder of the forbidden faction, be?"
Jiang Kehan muttered to herself. Although she had sparred with Angelie, the gap between them was too great. Moreover, theoretically speaking, Jiang Kehan's enemy was Eva.
Therefore, Angeli mainly used the Magic Weaving and Arcane factions during sparring.
Only now did Jiang Kehan understand why the other party's status was so special, allowing them to sit on equal footing with the top three.
Even... in terms of sheer killing power, she might not even be a match for Little Lilith.
Therefore, assuming that Angeli and Shining Lilith will not participate in the war is actually a good thing for all the other witches involved.
Jiang Kehan complained, then suddenly raised her eyelids, her body radiating a gentle magical aura.
Someone has arrived, and it looks like a half-step to the end.
Tsk, what a complete rout! The other "Everlasting Witches" should at least step up their game!
In the witches' war, the higher a witch's level of strength, the more difficult it is for her to be able to spare a hand.
They often need to withstand the pressure from equally skilled enemies while simultaneously commanding the overall situation and being ready to put out fires at any time.