After Reincarnation, The Omnipotent Ancestor Reaches The Top
Chapter 652 - 616: Extracting Witchcraft Power, Taking the Blame (5 more updates)

Chapter 652: Chapter 616: Extracting Witchcraft Power, Taking the Blame (5 more updates)

"Forgive you? Can you rid me of this witchcraft power within me? Do you have any idea how much pain it takes to rid oneself of this witchcraft power?" It’s like an ordinary person forcefully tearing off their own flesh, no, even more painful than that.

Lomn was somewhat stunned, "You..."

Lomn couldn’t understand why she wanted to get rid of the power.

Isn’t stronger always better?

At this moment.

Saint Yellen, holding back his discomfort, stepped out, "Chloe, you don’t have to do this. You can give it to me. For me, there’s no such thing as too much witchcraft power."

"You can’t bear it," Chloe threw Lomn away, moved her hand like a claw, and drew witchcraft power from her chest.

The power that was forcefully torn out halfway wouldn’t willingly leave Chloe’s body.

Chloe’s complexion grew paler and paler.

"Chloe, stop," Albert Webb noticed something was wrong, shouted loudly while running towards her.

Chloe was committing suicide.

Tearing out witchcraft power alive, how was it different from taking half her life?

Cold sweat streamed down Chloe’s forehead, and her face turned pale and blue alternately.

Saint Yellen’s eyes glowed, and he couldn’t wait to help Chloe pull the power out.

But he didn’t dare to touch it.

At least to a certain extent, if it wasn’t for something that Chloe voluntarily discarded, he couldn’t forcibly take it from her.

Lomn stared at Chloe in shock, completely dumbfounded!

What was going on?

"Chloe, please stop, don’t be so cruel to yourself," As soon as Albert approached, he was repelled and thrown back.

Chloe took a deep breath and continued to draw out the witchcraft power she had just absorbed.

She didn’t need these things.

Just like before, that would be enough.

There’s no need to be too full, nor too weak.

She didn’t know where that fear came from, a figure with white hair flashed through her mind.

She cried out in pain, but finally gave up on extracting the witchcraft power.

It was just power after all, as long as she didn’t absorb any more leftover forces, there shouldn’t be any problems.

Saint Yellen looked at Chloe, who had stopped, with some regret.

This wasn’t a place where he should stay for long, so Saint Yellen hurriedly found a direction to leave.

Lomn regained his senses, still kneeling on the ground, not daring to get up.

Chloe glanced at him, her emotions slowly calming down, "Is the Synder Family yours?"

Lomn raised his head and looked at the broken entrance of the Synder family, subconsciously shaking his head.

"It’s not my family."

"Albert, deal with the situation. We should also prepare to return to the Herta Kingdom," Staying here too long, causing such a disturbance, would attract the attention of the Judgment Hall and other witches.

More importantly, it would cause trouble for Len Hawthorne.

Everything must be dealt with quickly.

Albert kept a wary eye on Lomn.

"With me here, he is useless."

She meant that he didn’t need to take Lomn seriously.

Lomn: "..."

Albert approached the Synder Family with a strange mood.

The not-yet-dead Gestalt managed to stand up tenaciously, even gathering quite a few witches together.

Henry Basil, who was drowsy, opened his eyes and saw Chloe. He immediately got up, "Miss Chloe Stephens."

Noticing the person following Chloe, Henry couldn’t help but tighten his heart.

Who was that?

"You dare to come in? Get rid of them..." Gestalt hadn’t finished speaking when he saw Lomn. Remembering the photo left by his ancestor, his eyes lit up suddenly, "You, you are the peak saint witch of the Synder family! Sir, it was this woman and her people who attacked our Synder family. You must...ah!"

Before Gestalt could finish speaking, he was stepped on and crushed to the ground by Lomn, who looked menacingly at him, "Who gave you the courage to be disrespectful to the Great Divine Shaman?"

Gestalt was dumbfounded, "Divine...Great Divine Shaman?"

"Even I don’t dare to show her the slightest disrespect. You should know what the Synder Family did to the Great Divine Shaman. There’s no chance for you to survive," Lomn suddenly stepped down harder, and Gestalt died with eyes wide open.

The other witches were terrified.

They were witches who could feel the brutal and powerful witchcraft power within Lomn.

Such a person absolutely cannot be touched.

They had already worked for the Synder Family for half their lives and could not die without reason for the Synder Family anymore.

They all backed down and bowed to Lomn.

Chloe Stephens watched Lomn deal with the Synder Family’s people with cold eyes and said to Albert Webb, "Let’s go."

With the great vengeance taken, Albert’s heart lightened, and he had an explanation for his family.

Everything that needed to be done was done. There really was no need to stay any longer.

Lomn caught up a few steps, "Great Divine Shaman, where do you wish to go?"

"Leave this to you, if there’s any suspicion from the Judgment Hall, I’ll find you to settle the score."

Chloe left this sentence behind, already far away.

There’s a scapegoat here, and it’s foolish not to use it.

Lomn looked back at the mess with a slightly furrowed brow.

Not long after they left, the Judgment Hall and several witches arrived at the scene. Seeing the vast ruins, they were greatly shocked.

Who was this person with such destructive power?

When they saw Lomn, everyone was bewildered.

Who is this?

*

The border between Herta Kingdom and Western Europe.

Albert looked at the familiar people and places, finally releasing a deep breath.

He turned to look at Chloe who was beside him.

Chloe was buying a toast.

"Are we going to stop here?" Albert asked uncertainly.

"Have a meal."

Now they were on their own territory, they didn’t have to worry about things that were impossible to happen.

"There’s no news from Western Europe. I’m worried that Lomn can’t hold them," Albert voiced his concerns.

Seeing Chloe still able to eat toast and walk on the bustling streets, he felt some helplessness.

He thought his appearance was somewhat ridiculous.

"No news is good news; he knows what to do,"it would be just right for Lomn to take the blame.

She didn’t drain his witchcraft power, so she could move him anytime, anywhere. As long as Lomn wasn’t foolish, he wouldn’t give Chloe reason to move him.

However, Albert didn’t know the other party, he still didn’t trust them even after Chloe had crushed Lomn.

"What if..."

Before he could finish, Albert caught sight of the woman passing by them, a hint of doubt rose in his heart.

Chloe ate the toast as her dark eyes hardened, staring at the woman who passed by Albert.

"Chloe, there’s something wrong with that woman."

Before Albert could speak, Chloe had already followed her.

The person ahead hastened, quickly joining the figures in front.

Under the sunlight, the tall woman took off her headscarf, revealing a head of glossy golden hair.

She was very beautiful.

Albert was stunned, "She’s a Western European beauty."

Chloe recognized the woman at a glance.

It was Tiya Kirk.

The daughter of the Pope of the Prophet’s Land unexpectedly showed up in the border town.

Tiya Kirk looked over and gave Chloe a provocative smile.

The urgent red-robed priests beside her tried to take her out of Chloe’s sight.

Despite not wearing priest robes, Albert could tell there was something special about the people.

Albert looked towards Chloe, "Someone you know?"

Chloe bit another chunk of the toast, "I know."

As her cold words fell, she had already followed them.