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The thoughts of madmen are beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, let alone those beings who may not even have thoughts and act solely according to chaos.

Ultimately, can we really find the "truth" by following these contradictory clues?

Lin Yi was highly skeptical of this. What was alarming about the "Outer Gods" was not their intelligence or power, but their chaos and unpredictability. Even just contact could lead to infection, and mere observation could drive one into madness. Was it really meaningful to use normal logical thinking to speculate about such a creature?

"Then there's no need to hesitate any longer."

He muttered to himself, then took out the "Snail City Text" that he always carried with him and placed it on his hand under Joan of Arc's watchful gaze.

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The long night has finally come to an end.

A stage play full of unexpected events

A fire that occurred without warning

A sudden prison break

The series of unexpected events left Hopkins, who had only been in the New World for less than two days, feeling exhausted. Just as he was about to rest after issuing a decree that "anyone found with the witch Tituba should be arrested and burned at the stake," the sound of people shouting came from outside again.

“These ignorant natives.”

Cursing under his breath, Hopkins, who had come to Salem as a Supreme Court Justice, still had to put on the clothes he had just taken off, pick up his coat, and go out.

Before they had even stepped out of the house, someone rushed in in a panic, their pale face filled with terror. Pointing outside, they cried out in a terrified voice, "Mr. Hopkins! There's a demon outside—a demon—"

"Witch? Demon?"

Hopkins grew increasingly impatient with the visitor's appalling behavior. He was starting to regret coming all the way here to "hunt witches." There was nothing here but some backward villages and ignorant natives. He even had to personally deal with a mere "witch."

That being said, Hopkins still had to maintain a demeanor befitting his status: "No need to panic. Before I arrived here, I had hunted over three hundred evil creatures, both demons and witches. No matter what sins they had committed, I had personally sent them to the stake in the end. A mere one... one..."

As he remained in the act of pushing open the door, watching the "shadow" slowly moving towards him from the sea, Hopkins couldn't utter the remaining half of the words in his throat.

—The Holy Spirit is above, what does He see here?

Witch?

demon?

Warcraft?

No, absolutely not!

This creature seemed to have crawled out of the ocean that connected to the abyss—only in places like hell could such a terrifying and enormous monster exist.

Its mere half-exposed above the sea already exceeded 500 meters in height, and its width nearly submerged the entire Salem Bay, casting shadows that obscured most of Salem, including itself. On its writhing "body," which resembled flesh and blood, Hopkins saw no trace of the colors of the normal world, only filth, chaos, terror, and distortion—a composite of all the negative things imaginable by humankind.

At this moment, this monster from the abyss is slowly crawling along Salem's harbor toward the town...

"1倭十球（三〩？）侕另起四拔……What are you doing, officer?"

Facing the suddenly turned, questioning Justice Hopkins, the police officer who rushed over to report instinctively replied, "Reporting to you and then defeating the demon..."

"No, what you need to do now is not to report to me."

Pointing to the crowd in the distance, thrown into chaos by the approaching "monster," Hopkins shouted, "Your mission is to rescue those in disarray! Execute immediately, soldier!"

"Ah—yes!"

The police officers, who had already lost their composure, hurriedly headed towards the village, unaware that the "witch hunter who had judged three hundred witches and demons" behind them was not approaching the ever-approaching "demon," but instead turned around and fled in the opposite direction.

Witch, what is a witch?

Hopkins, known as the "Witch Hunter," knew the answer to this question all too well.

The so-called witch can be an ignorant peasant woman, a mentally unstable girl, or even a newborn baby if the situation requires it—as long as their crying and death can bring them benefits and bring prestige to the church, then there is no one who cannot become a "witch".

However, for "witch hunters," only humans can become "witches." Only those who can be intimidated by authority, deceived by words, and concealed by falsehoods can become witches, because only such people will obediently be sent to the stake and become one of the elements that constitute the illustrious reputation of "witch hunters."

What else?

Beasts cannot become witches because they will not be afraid of the title of "witch hunter" nor will they hesitate because of his identity. Therefore, beasts can only become "witch's minions".

Those in high positions cannot become witches because they wield far greater power and status than "witch hunters," and could easily cause the death of everything. Therefore, they can only serve as "objects of protection."

Similarly, the monster in front of them cannot be a witch, nor a demon—at least not in Hopkins' eyes.

With his back to Salem, which was about to face its end, the "Witch Hunter" quickened his pace hastily—he felt no shame, for he had not repented of his mistakes: "I can judge the witches hidden in the mortal world, not the demons of the abyss."

The Great Old Ones: Chapter 918 The Witch's Judgment (End)

"I didn't realize you weren't just a useless vase."

Gazing at the massive shadow slowly creeping across the horizon, the Heroic Spirit, appearing as a Vengeance, showed no anger at its harm and destruction to the "innocent." Instead, he wore a pleased expression: "If this thing had appeared in France more than two hundred years ago, it would have certainly given those who clamor for 'judgment' a good wake-up call."

Just as Joan of Arc said, this "sea monster" formed entirely by Lin Yi using a part of his own "matter"—a single hair—as the core and the Luoyan City Text as the medium has already subtly exceeded the boundaries of a "monster." If it weren't for the fact that the Luoyan City Text itself has the limit of an A+ rank anti-army treasure, it might not be impossible to directly summon a "monster" capable of fighting a city or even a nation.

Even so, this "sea monster" was a terrifying existence in the 15th century, when magic was already in decline. Even if a fantasy dragon were brought in to fight it, it might not be able to kill it completely, let alone in Salem at the end of the 17th century.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, this extraordinary "sea monster" will follow Lin Yi's final orders to flatten the entire Salem and kill all moving objects in its field of vision before regaining its freedom.

Of course, even if it regains its freedom, it won't make much difference, since this isn't the real "Earth," but merely a "singularity" conjured by the Root. The only living beings it can kill are the thousand or so "residents" of Salem, and it's still unknown whether any of these "residents" are actually alive...

Moreover, it's impossible for it to easily flatten Salem and kill all the natives. Putting aside everything else, the Root side heroes who are still there cannot allow this "sea monster" to kill the "innocents" in the town.

As expected, just as the sea monster crawled out of the sea, its bloated and twisted body had not yet touched the edge of Salem's building area, a series of magically surging auras struck it, blasting huge gaping holes (relative to a human body) into its surface and revealing the attacker's identity.

"Oh, that French executioner? And another one who plays with fire like me."

Looking at the two heroic spirits in the distance, Jeanne seemed eager to try: "How about it, Master, should I go and string them together and burn them? It won't take long, five minutes will be enough."

Lin Yi simply raised his hand calmly, indicating the eight Command Seals remaining on the back of his hand.

Seeing this, the Avengers' faces showed undisguised disgust, but they still had no choice but to stay where they were and watch the heroic spirits' "great performance".

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"Earth-Flying Spirit - Fire-Tipped Spear—!!!"

Like a fiery meteor falling from the sky, the powerful blow would be fatal to anyone. Once hit, everything around it would be burned to ashes by the terrifying flames. However, even so, such damage was still too "mild" for the sea monster that had crawled to the surface from the bottom of the bay.

The Noble Phantasm's attack left a charred black wound on its body with a radius of more than ten meters, but it was filled and healed by the constantly writhing flesh around it in less than a few minutes. For the "Sea Demon" itself, it was at most a forced HP reduction of 1. It was impossible to kill it in this way.

Furthermore, even if the Noble Phantasm could take effect, Fujimaru Ritsuka's magical power could not continuously activate the Noble Phantasm for the Heroic Spirit. Therefore, after several unsuccessful attempts, the magician had to retreat from the edge of Salem town under the protection of the Heroic Spirit, and think of a solution at a considerable distance.

"Where did this thing come from?"

Comparing his weapon—a crossbow clearly designed for human attacks—to the sea monster in the distance that was almost half the size of Salem, Robin Hood rationally abandoned his attack: "For a magical beast, this size is just too unfair."

"It came from the seabed, and if I'm not mistaken, it should be some kind of treasure."

"The Noble Phantasm looks similar to Mr. Gildre's 'The Book of the Desolace,' but Gildre didn't come to Salem with him."

Although she had lost her Demi-Servant powers, her knowledge of the various singularities remained in Mash Kyrielight's memories. While she couldn't provide combat assistance at the moment, she still tried to offer support on another level: "Besides, even Mr. Gildre's Noble Phantasm couldn't summon such a massive sea monster..."

If it weren't for the fact that this thing indeed exhibits many characteristics of a "sea monster," including emerging from the sea, possessing extremely strong healing abilities, and constantly absorbing external magical energy, Mash would almost have thought it was another high-level fantasy species that had not been recorded.

In terms of sheer size, perhaps only Tiamat, whom they encountered in the Seventh Singularity, can compare to it.

"The residents must be evacuated first—"

"Oh no!"

Just as the group was discussing how to deal with the unexpected situation, Mata Hari, one of the heroic spirits who were traveling with them, rushed over in a hurry: "Abigail just got lost!"

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After walking the streets seven times, Salem's streets gradually transformed from noisy to peaceful.

As if isolated from the commotion of the bay, she wandered here again and again, until she finally saw the "person" she had been searching for at the end of the bay.

"Lavinia, are you alright?"

The girl with the black horn on her head nodded slightly. This slight gesture seemed to trigger some change, causing her to show a pained expression: "I'm... fine..."

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Lavinia. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be suffering like this."

"No... no need... to apologize... this is... what I... wanted to do..."

“This is the last time, Lavinia. Let’s escape from here together. The mission of the ‘Holy Spirit’ is complete, and ‘Salem’ can disappear—we can leave here and find a place where we can truly live together. There we can go beyond Salem, go to the ocean to see whales, eat pancakes, go to see plays…we have so many things to do!”

The girl called Lavinia nodded, and just as she was about to say something in an obscure voice, a look of astonishment suddenly appeared on her face.

"Lavinia?"

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As the bells rang, a cruel scene unfolded before my eyes: blood splattering and falling.

Under the pale moonlight, the "angel" that heralded death lingered behind Lavinia, drawing her blood-stained longsword and finally pointing it at the dazed girl—

Beneath the eerie blue flames, what was projected from behind the girl was not the outline a human should possess, but a shadow that twisted and writhed like a tentacle.

"The evening bell has revealed your destiny... Sever all ties with the past."

P.S.: I'm 25-1 chapters behind... Well, I'll start catching up little by little from now on.

The Great Old Ones: Chapter 919 Abigail Williams (Part 1)

Abigail is a bad child.

She knew very well that from the moment she accepted the unknown contract and committed five unforgivable crimes, she had become an unforgivable bad child.

Abigail Williams.

Her first crime was to distort the meaning of "Salem".

Salem was originally designed and built to faithfully recreate a historical town, but from a certain point onwards, it began to deviate from its original intention and appearance.

At the heart of this alienation from the origins is a young girl named Abigail Williams.

The innocent girl's parents died in a gunshot accident and a carriage overturning accident, and the cause of it all was the girl herself. The girl, who witnessed all of this with her own eyes, began to break down, and that was the starting point of Salem's twisted nature.

Her second crime was allowing Chaldea to invade.

The history that should have ended with the "Root" has been recreated, creating the twisted and chaotic scene we see today. Their forces are entangled in this narrow realm, and they do not hesitate to sacrifice the lives of innocent people who should be living here normally. The ghouls that roam Salem are just the dead who have devoured the living and then gained the memories of the living, so they can act like humans.

Her third crime was using a human body to seek non-human power.

She extracted the magic (life force) of the living, repeatedly breaking down Salem and then rebuilding it—creating "friends" who truly belonged to her.

Lavinia Whitley, a poor child who, like her, was cursed by the stars from birth and could not be favored by the gods... Abigail Williams created her with a false story to get the "friends" she wanted.

Her fourth crime summoned the souls of sinners to this place.

With a heart full of compassion, I have gathered here those throughout human history who supported the witch hunt: those who succumbed to fear and betrayed their families; those who framed others and indulged in pleasure; those who became machines of torture, turning a blind eye to the truth; those who righteously proclaimed that they had witnessed the unseen devil—

However, no matter how ugly they were in life, they still prayed for redemption after death, placing their hopes for forgiveness on the false "Holy Grail" (the Third Law of Root). Thus, they were lured here, forming "Salem" which was created by "heretics (dead ghouls, living magicians, resurrected heroic spirits, evil gods from other lands, and yesterday's rulers)".

Finally, there was her fifth crime...

This faith, which never shattered even when it was mired in distortion, wandered in falsehood, and was destroyed by despair, is too pure.

Her faith was so unwavering that it remained undiminished even after Salem, a gathering place for heretics, was destroyed and rebuilt seven times. This was a "good" thing. Historically, those who maintained their pure faith after suffering torment were called "saints," and the faith that Abigail Williams displayed in these seven cycles of Salem was not diminished in the slightest.

However, while possessing this pure faith, she became a "witch," accepting the call of the "outer realms" and endlessly repeating the "judgment" that should have ended completely after the fifth time when the Masters and Heroic Spirits of Chaldea arrived.

Until the "heresy" that should not have been invoked is invoked here, the sixth item is touched, which is a crime that should not have been recorded in the "root history".

—Those were yesterday's plunderers

—That was the ruler of the past.

It is a sin to seek non-human power with a human body, and if one then uses that non-human power to seek salvation from "heresy", it is beyond what the word "sin" can cleanse.

Thus, in Salem, a city teeming with "heresy," the "Roots" brought down judgment, beginning with the tolling of the death knell to sever one of the "sins": Lavinia Wittley, a fictional character who should never have existed.

Then it points to the origin of "sin"—

"Your fate is severed here."

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"Roar! My wrath! (La Grondement Du Haine)"

As the death knell tolled once more, the flames of vengeance ignited unexpectedly, engulfing the "witch" who had long been dominated by the "old day." Being surrounded by flames of hatred was far from comfortable, but at least she was spared the fate of being taken away by the death knell.

The assassins, who had been thwarted, had no intention of forcing their way through the Avengers' Noble Phantasm to continue their attack. Instead, they cast their gazes, burning with the ghostly blue flames of their souls, into the distance—

A heroic spirit manifested from its spirit form, facing him with fierce determination.

An "ordinary person" looked down at the "witch" with a look of sudden realization.