The Witch's Imaginary Land: Redemption Comes After Sticking Together

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Jiang Kehan ​​had many reasons to convince herself to temporarily accept or even understand these things, but the anger in her heart was growing more and more intense.

Suddenly, her murderous intent surged towards these people who were occupying the latrines and acting recklessly. Even if she killed ten of them, nine of them would not be innocent; at most, one would be someone who hadn't participated.

Jiang Kehan ​​slowly closed her eyes, finally feeling that she understood the thoughts of the tyrant Xuyu, that arrogant and indifferent attitude towards all living beings.

But after understanding, the killing intent grew stronger and stronger.

The reason why the Great Witches enslaved and discriminated against those who were passively transformed into other races after the start of World War II was probably the same.

"Phew, one day I'll pluck these newborn heads off one by one," Jiang Kehan ​​exhaled, venting her frustration, and said through gritted teeth.

Blake, on the other hand, propped his cheek up and looked out the window at the two eternal stars, symbols of the Great Witch's existence.

"I think that day is not far off, but I'm afraid it won't be your turn yet." She gazed into the distance and chuckled softly.

“Every witch has a fire burning in her heart, and we all endure it, especially the more powerful the witch.”

"And now, we no longer need to endure it, because... this time, it is our turn to have the power."

Blake looked intently at Jiang Kehan, revealing a bloodthirsty smile befitting a seasoned hunter. She had suppressed her emotions for far too long and forced herself to remain silent for far too long.

"We madmen have seen hope; how could we possibly continue to endure?"

"I'm afraid all the empires have begun preparing a counterattack against these born ones, just waiting for the right moment."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Kehan ​​regained her composure. She leaned back, her mind continuing to ponder Blake's words.

What is the best time?

She felt it was proof enough to make all other creatures tremble with fear.

For example, the death of the tyrant, Xu Yu, the "Supreme."

No wonder even the first great witch, Emma Neva, was forced to stay in the audience; there were probably witches sharpening their knives, itching to come.

A tyrant must die at any moment, and die a terrible and horrific death.

Even the witch's side must kill the opponent with the fewest possible number of people; only in this way can other creatures be terrified and ignore certain things.

For example, at this point, the number of Great Witches is actually insufficient to support a full-scale counterattack by the witches, nor is it enough to protect all the witches.

Finally, the three most powerful witches from various countries gathered together, and in one fell swoop, they crushed the tyrant Xuyu, and at the same time crushed the courage of all other creatures, thus establishing the witches' dominant position.

Thinking about this, Jiang Kehan ​​suddenly felt a little puzzled.

She estimated the timeframe. After the death of Tyrant Xuyu, there was still a window of more than ten days before Theresa started World War II. During this time, were the witch and the alien race truly at peace?

Jiang Kehan ​​glanced at Ye Yu, the words lingering on her lips, but seeing that he was still asleep, she quietly swallowed them.

Tick, tick.

Jiang Kehan ​​unconsciously emptied her mind, letting her memories echo in her head, trying to find something that could help her deduce the situation.

But she noticed another suspicious point, and her brows furrowed even deeper.

The relationships between the great witches aren't actually that good. If we consider the entire witch race as a whole, it's quite normal for them to fight side by side.

But how could Theresa, by her own power, gather a large number of great witches and start a war between thousands of great witches, which eventually spread to the whole world?

Moreover, Theresa was killed on the second day of the war, so how did she get the title of War Lord?

“War…” Jiang Kehan ​​murmured, her gaze gradually becoming deep. She suddenly realized that she had never really understood Theresa, or many of the witches of this era.

"Besides World War II, there is actually another war that can be given the positive title of 'war lord,' so doesn't that mean?"

Jiang Kehan's brows gradually relaxed; she seemed to have grasped the connection between the two questions.

After the death of Tyrant Xuyu, before the witch civil war, the war must have started with an external enemy first. Otherwise, who would be so at ease ignoring the external threat and going straight into civil war?

Even if Theresa is that stupid, the other witches wouldn't be that stupid.

Therefore, Theresa earned the title of Warlord when she waged war against foreign enemies.

This explains why she gained the trust of many great witches, thus instigating the Fran civil war, and subsequently spreading the war to the whole world after her death.

Theresa's contributions to the witch, to Fran, and the pain she caused are probably comparable.

But the problem came again.

With her contributions to foreign wars and her status as a noblewoman, Theresa wielded considerable influence over Fran. So why did she stubbornly instigate a civil war in Fran?

Is she stupid?

Jiang Kehan ​​felt that Theresa was smarter than her, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to govern such a large number of villages and become a true meritorious king.

More and more ideas and guesses arose, but Jiang Kehan ​​just couldn't grasp this last thread, which made her feel somewhat uncomfortable.

Finally, she chose to temporarily abandon her thoughts, looking out the window at the train's destination—Riemann.

That was the heart of Fran and the most crucial location in the entire civil war, where many witches connected to the war gathered.

The three witches who jointly killed one of the tyrants, Kawa Miller, the strongest in Fran.

Her origins are unknown, but she ended the French Civil War and became the future great eleventh seat, the gentleman Eva.

And... a certain French nobleman, now temporarily known as Night Fragrance, also gathered in Riemann at this time.

Everyone, with their own agenda, dons their own masks and dances at this moment.

Chapter 347 The Brilliant City of Riemann

The speed of the train was hard to describe with specific numbers, and even Jiang Kehan ​​couldn't tell how many parallel universes they had jumped through or how many unknown locations they had arrived at.

However, she could sense that this train was actually far inferior to the unknown future conceived by the witch.

Because the time on this train is spent according to Jiang Kehan's perception, regardless of which parallel universe it is in.

Trains can only exist in the "present," they cannot reach the past, nor can they predict the future. They are quite useful as a means of transportation, but they can never be used as a weapon.

This gave Jiang Kehan ​​a rough estimate of the strength of the high-level dragon species behind the train, and her inner unease dissipated.

Indeed, only witches are truly perverted.

As the train soared through the sky, intersecting with the depths of the earth, and finally glided along the sea below, Jiang Kehan ​​saw another train station in the lower half of the floating island.

That must be the final stop, right?

As the train gradually slowed down, Jiang Kehan ​​made this guess, then looked at Blake.

Blake also turned his gaze away from the window, nodded to her, and stood up.

"Riemann, known as the brilliant city, is a place that even the dragons behind the trains are unwilling to interfere with, so the train station is located on the inverted rock below Riemann."

"We'll be able to reach the outskirts of Leman City later via the teleportation array set up by the witch inside, but to be honest, I haven't been back to Leman for a long time."

Blake shrugged, looking somewhat helpless.

Jiang Kehan ​​smiled and glanced at the aliens around her. They showed no intention of getting off the vehicle, but their expressions were not pleasant. They were clearly aware of Riemann's reputation, or the witch who guarded Riemann, Keva Miller.

After the train arrived at the station, the tickets in Jiang Kehan ​​and Blake's hands suddenly turned to ashes, and the two returned to reality from outside of time and space.

After they got off the train, it made a "whoosh whoosh" sound, taking the group of aliens to an unknown destination, but a sense of fear could be clearly felt on the train.

"Welcome to Riemann." It was still a dragon in a black suit, but this one had long brown hair and two horns on his head, and his attitude was noticeably better than the other one Jiang Kehan ​​had met.

Blake noticed that the other person's expression had improved, so she bowed slightly to the dragon and responded with a smile.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Dragon Queen's friend, the Shaper Mason."

Mason covered his mouth and chuckled, "Just call me Mason. It's been a long time since I've seen Blake back here. Anything you've learned lately?"

Blake nudged Jiang Kehan ​​with his elbow and winked at her, which could be interpreted as: "Friend, you can trust me."

Jiang Kehan ​​then followed Blake's example and tried to befriend Mason.

"Same as always, it's a bit tiring," Blake said in a friendly manner, but Mason glanced sharply in the direction the train had left and asked.

"Was it those guys who played a trick on you? Tell me, and I'll get revenge for you."

Clearly, Mason's status is not ordinary.

“I haven’t taken these little things to heart. By the way, let me introduce you. This is my friend, Jiang Kehan.” Blake smiled and then introduced her to Mason.

Mason then looked away and gave Jiang Kehan ​​a kind smile.

"Not all dragons are the same. Oh no, or perhaps we've never considered each other as our own kind. I'm actually a little envious of the relationships between you witches."

She said with emotion, and at the same time opened a teleportation array for the two of them to go to Riemann.

“Speaking of which,” Mason said with a smile, half-squatting down to meet Jiang Kehan’s gaze. “Little one, I always feel that you are very similar to Keva Miller. You might be an amazing witch in the future. Remember not to kill all the dragons with one blow.”

Clearly, Mason sensed Jiang Kehan's anger and jokingly remarked.

"Almost every Level 8 being can easily see your emotions and thoughts, so you must learn to be patient."

Jiang Kehan ​​nodded blankly, which made the other person laugh even more happily.

Mason stood up, hands on his hips, and stepped aside with amusement, revealing the activated teleportation array. He then looked at Jiang Kehan ​​with a troubled expression.

"By the way, if you happen to see Keva Miller, remember to remind her not to come to my house and steal my desserts again. I'm almost out of them myself."

Jiang Kehan's lips twitched, and she really wanted to lean back and look at Blake—is this what the strongest witch in Fran is like?

Upon hearing this, Blake covered his face, speechless, and dared not meet Jiang Kehan's gaze.

"Ahem, I've got it." Jiang Kehan ​​looked up at Mason and said softly, "Whether it's Mason's warning or this matter."

"Besides, at least I won't steal desserts," she argued.

Mason shrugged, a rare hint of amusement in his expression, and winked at Jiang Kehan, lip-reading from an angle only she could see.

I'll bring you some dessert later, you can get it from Keva Miller's.

Uh-huh.

Jiang Kehan ​​didn't know what to say, but luckily Blake had already stepped onto the teleportation array and was waiting for her, so she quickly ran over.

She asked Blake, "Is the difference between dragon species really that great?"

Jiang Kehan ​​could sense Mason's affability and goodwill; this was the first time she had experienced the kindness of a higher-level being.

“That was just Mason.” Blake forced a smile, his tone tinged with regret. “It’s a pity it was just Mason.”

Jiang Kehan ​​shut her mouth. She understood. Most dragons had similar attitudes toward witches, except for Mason, who was the exception.

The dignity of a witch can never be maintained by the goodwill of foreign races or by a few exceptions; war is never unavoidable.