Chapter 2036: Chapter 1032: True Fright (Part 2)
At this point, Dorothy’s earlier requests have actually been fulfilled perfectly; all the Angel Witches have sincerely apologized.
However, it seems that things have not concluded yet.
"Lord Holy Child, I know you might not completely trust me at this moment, but I still wish to remind you to be cautious and vigilant, as I’ve received news that the Cross Battle Group is about to awaken from His Majesty the King of Gods’ Divine Realm, and the Disciples are set to return."
Elena solemnly warned.
This was the very reason she and the descendants had the "courage" to face Yemengade, because the days of the Angel Witch Clan being proud and uplifted were indeed approaching.
When the Cross Battle Group reappears and the Disciples return, the Angel Witch Clan will undoubtedly reclaim its seat as the premier royal family of witches.
This is something all remnants of the God King Religion firmly believe in.
After all, the Cross Battle Group is an existence ranked first among Witch Battle Groups, and although it includes not only Angel Witches but also many primeval witches, eleven of the twelve peak disciples of the Angel Witches are among them.
Returning with eleven Sages all at once, who else could compare?
Even if Elena is a Sage, she cannot help but feel her heart surge at the thought.
But that was before, and now she only feels a bit of trepidation.
After all, those eleven disciples were far more zealous than she is; they would not allow anyone to question His Majesty the King of Gods’ status. The fallen Saint of old, the first Holy Child Messiah, is the best example of this.
Elena was born at the end of the Era of the God King, and even in her childhood, she had seen the form of the first God King Holy Child. Though it was just a distant glimpse, that nearly perfect form left an indelible impression in her heart.
Yet, after Lord Messiah died, perishing in the Disciple Judgment conducted by the eleven disciples, his death marked the beginning of the decline of the Angel Witch Clan.
Then came the start of the Dragon King Era, where the pride of the Angel Witch Clan invited suppression by the Dragon King, which led to the recall of the Cross Battle Group to the Divine Realm and the early retirement of many Angel Witches.
Now, the Dragon King Era has also passed, and with the news of the impending return of the Cross Battle Group and the Disciples, many Angel Witches who had previously retired into seclusion have returned to the martial arts world.
Elena herself is one of those who have returned.
But, speaking of Lord Messiah...
Miss Nun suddenly paused.
Due to wear and tear from before, her impression of the first Holy Child, while not erased, had grown blurry. However, now thanks to feeling rejuvenated, those distant memories resurfaced, aligning perfectly with the current Holy Child before her.
So similar, incredibly alike, even to the point where the ideology of "I am the God King, all are equal" is identical.
This...
Could this be coincidence?
Ordinary witches might believe it to be, but Elena is a Sage, and Sages never believe in coincidences; she knows all coincidences are designs of fate.
In any case, this must not repeat.
If it were the old Elena, being brainwashed by faith, she would have stood mindlessly with the eleven disciples. However, now she has regained the ability to think independently.
She is also a Sage, no less than the Disciples in status, perhaps only juniors to them, which isn’t enough for her to follow blindly.
In her view, the Disciples are equally worn out by excessive zeal in their faith. They cannot be allowed to once again destroy hope like the current Angel Witch Clan’s Holy Child.
Fortunately, the erstwhile Messiah Holy Child was isolated, yet the current Sophia Holy Child has a solid backing.
Thinking of this, the Sage Nun cast her gaze over to Dorothy once more.
This time, her gaze lacked the previous indifference—after all, hasn’t she returned to youth?
Elena re-evaluated this renowned lady from a young witch’s perspective, marveling at her terrifying achievements, reminiscent of when the Dragon King ascended powerfully, perhaps even more brilliantly.
She truly has the makings of a king.
Back then, the Angel Witch Clan’s golden age ended at the hands of the Dragon King, and even if the Disciples were to lead an army once again, they might not avoid a repeat, falling at the hands of this lady.
Uh, wait, maybe I’m seeing things.
The Sage Nun was reflecting on the greatness of the lady, but at this moment, the little Dragon Snake around Dorothy’s neck moved slightly, creating a small gap. What she saw shocked Elena to the point of almost popping her eyes out.
She noticed a series of marks on the lady’s body, each terrifying enough to make a Sage like her feel immense pressure.
Proud Demon God Lucifer, Greedy Demon God Mammon, Lord Gabriel of the Glorious...
Why did these rulers of the otherworldly race leave marks on a young witch? Just how many big shots has this lady seen?
Yet if it were just these marks, Elena might even suspect the lady to be a spy planted by other races in the Witch Clan.
But in reality, even these marks of the otherworldly kings are merely peripheral on the lady.
For the most central spots belong to three marks.
One is the Eyes of the Stars, whose midst is a void of chaos, with an indescribable terrifying presence lurking within.
One is the Horned Demon, full of boundless desire, yet seemingly concealing a secret deep within.
These two flank like satellites, guarding that final mark.
A lip print.
Just like that, Elena, who had barely stood up after being freed from Yemengade’s Dragon’s Might, knelt again with great reverence.
"Lady Elena, what are you doing? This is improper, very improper."
Although Dorothy was equally shocked by the news of the return of the Cross Battle Group and the Eleven Disciples that the Sage Nun had just revealed, she avoided the Sage’s kneeling with swift reflexes, asking unexpectedly.
But Elena was already numb.
Even Yemengade’s Dragon’s Might hadn’t frightened her like this.
After all...
Good heavens, has His Majesty the King of Gods truly manifested?
As a devout believer, the Sage Nun could not possibly mistake the aura of her faith’s deity; that lip print bore unmistakably the scent of His Majesty.
But why a lip print?
Did His Majesty kiss the lady?
Nonsense, impossible, absolutely impossible—how could His Majesty kiss anyone?
But could the lip print be fake?
Weeping internally, she, with Sage’s wisdom, compared the lip patterns, and they matched perfectly with the images left by His Majesty of yore, undoubtedly not fake. Damn, why is my observational skill so keen right now?
So, who exactly is the lady, such that she would be kissed by His Majesty?
Could she be the true God King Holy Child?
Hmm, mothers do kiss their children, indeed.
But the lady is a Dragon Witch, right? A true God King Holy Child must be an Angel Witch, right?
Uh, whose lineage could overpower His Majesty...
Hiss, Dragon King...
No, stop, my damn brain, stop thinking, these are blasphemous sins, I’m guilty unto death.
At this moment, Elena’s mind was in overdrive, lamenting why Sage’s wisdom whirled so rapidly now, no need for startling intelligence right now.
...Sage Nun amidst chaos...
