I refuse the witch [wear game]

Chapter 13

The magic elements on the Kassala Continent included all kinds of elements in the natural world, including wind, fire, water, and soil. In addition to space and time magic, of course, in addition to magic factions, there are also people who practice alchemy, runes, and other powers. Naturally, the gods everyone believes in are not the same.

In addition, the Jungle Muse, who believed in the power of life and nature, and the God of Alchemy, who believed in the power of machinery and steam, were officially recognized gods. Although there were still some private disputes between the three sects, from the surface, the three sects got along very harmoniously.

The situation of the Pegamon Federation, which was hostile to the Bolensart Empire, was very different from that of the Empire.

The reason why the Federation was a Federation was that the gods that Pegamon believed in were different from each other. The Eyes of Trickery sect, which was recognized by the Empire as an evil god, the Immortal Soul, and the God of Maniacs, who believed in destruction, all controlled many believers in the Pegamon Federation, and many of these believers mixed into the Empire, trying to spread their beliefs to more people in the Empire.

The beliefs of these sects were often different from the universal values of the empire, which caused a lot of harm to the empire. Therefore, the empire established a heretical judgment bureau to capture and eliminate these evil heretics.

In addition to these genres, there was also a mysterious power on the Kassala continent. The source of this power was said to be the distant and mysterious Eastern Continent across the sea from the Kassala continent. They had black hair and black eyes, and their descendants were usually black hair or black eyes. The empire did not pay attention to them at first, and these people from the Eastern Continent also lived very safely in the Kassala continent.

One day, in this bloodline that had been lurking for a long time, a power that had never appeared on the Kassala continent before suddenly appeared.

That is the bloodline without magic.

The so-called non-magic did not mean that there was no magic, but non-magic, which meant that any magic would be devoured into a state of zero in front of this kind of power and constitution, that is, nothingness. And among this bloodline, the purest one was the so-called pure non-magic bloodline.

This kind of bloodline is extremely rare, and it can only appear in women. Because people with this kind of bloodline were identified by the previous emperor as... a kind of witch.

After the previous Emperor Clan destroyed the Morandis Clan, the pure bloodline was completely cut off.

This was also the reason why when the priest said that only people with a pure magic-free constitution could save Eichmann after Eichmann was born, the entire Anuklens family fell into despair.

However, the sky was endless, and Eichmann had lived in pain and flames for seventeen years, but he was finally allowed to wait.

Eichmann glanced at Fuya, who was unconscious on the ground, and then looked at Goodan. "No one can know about this except you and me."

Goodan naturally understood that it was a big deal, so he immediately chanted the Oath Curse and sent Eichmann the Blood of the Oath. If he revealed anything about it, Eichmann would immediately know about it, and he could immediately cut off his life through the Blood of the Oath.

Then, Gu Dean turned to Fu Ya who was unconscious on the ground, and used a suspension spell to take Fu Ya behind him: "I will deal with her, don't worry, young master."

Eichmann nodded, not too concerned about what "handling" meant here. Goodan said that this matter would be done well, but it would definitely be done well.

He took two steps forward, caught Dai'er who fell from the magic circle, walked out of the room, strolled through the empty Demon Flame Research Institute, and then walked out of the research institute's door.

Goodan followed behind him respectfully.

The six-winged golden dragon lay meekly on the ground, waiting for his arrival. The Cono Rift Valley was still filled with demonic flames, but Gu De'an never felt that the black and red colors formed by these demonic flames and reefs were also full of hope.

"No one has seen Dale except you." Eichmann leaped gently and hugged Dale to sit on the Six-Winged Golden Dragon. "I've been here before and soaked in the Devil Flame Pool.

Goodan lowered his head and said respectfully, "Yes, Young Master Anukrens."

"Then please, Dean Goodan Francius."

The six-winged golden dragon raised its wings, brought countless wind and waves, and roared away. The young man sitting on the dragon's back had his hair flying, and the girl leaning in his arms had her long black hair swept up by the wind.

A smile appeared on his face, then he turned around and raised his hand towards the Demon Flame Research Institute.

Bright magical brilliance appeared in his hands, and he wanted to wash away the memories of everyone in the research institute, and then stuff the newly compiled memories into everyone's brains.

Dale naturally didn't know what was happening in the outside world, and of course she didn't know about the old grudge between the Morandis family and the previous emperor. She only felt that she lost consciousness the moment she stood in the magic circle according to her words.

She seemed to be trapped in a long dream, in which she had lived her life, and in a world full of steampunk style after she came to the game. In the end, the two worlds merged. There was a steam-spraying train passing by on the ground, and beside it was a speeding carriage. In the carriage sat a gentleman and his wife in a dress and a top hat. The rivers that passed through had been polluted by industrial wastewater, but the trees were still lush. There were no tall buildings on the mainland, but there were very beautiful temples and European-style buildings. The statues of Corona Muse were scattered all over the continent, and her brilliance shone in light and darkness, blessing all her people who believed in her.

And all of these gradually became a picture like a picture scroll, with four large characters printed on it.

Witch's Creed.

The four words gradually faded, and a new line of words emerged.

- - If you are destined to become a witch, then what is your creed?