Cyber Era Witch
Chapter 1207 - 927: Farosa Transformed into a Butterfly

Chapter 1207: Chapter 927: Farosa Transformed into a Butterfly

This is the enslavement and desecration of witches. Farosa closed her eyes.

As her fury and determination grew, the murderous magic power gathered in her hands grew stronger.

A gray magic power danced at her fingertips, and in the next second, it overflowed into a giant blade.

For them, death equals release, death equals redemption—so, Farosa came.

Be free!

Farosa spun with sharpness, slash, and slash again!

Towards all around, several arcs sliced through the densely placed witch brain jars.

Farosa’s powerful magic formed pure and concentrated energy, boiling the biological solution in the jars, while the control devices ignited, then short-circuited and exploded!

In an instant, with no warning, every jar shattered simultaneously!

A thunderous crackling sound—as if a mountain of glass exploded from within, those brains scattered out, slaughtered in an instant, turned into pieces of flesh.

The brains and meat chunks that imprisoned them, that imprisoned the free will of 1.8 million witches, are now all destroyed.

They floated mercifully to death, the souls of the witches ascending to the starry sky, rather than descending to the extreme Netherworld.

The center of the black wall fell into continuous turbulence, the sound of glass shattering, flesh and blood flowing, electronic coils burning and exploding... incessantly.

With trembling breath, Farosa withdrew her power, slowly clenched her right hand, then released it.

Looking around, the completely destroyed center of the black wall seemed like a small solace.

It’s all over.

These tortured lives received mercy and salvation; they will return to the endless and long orbit of the Star Vault, gaining peace in drifting and voyaging.

Xu Yang narrowly avoided Farosa’s slashing, standing by her side, sharing this heavy moment with her.

"I came too late." Farosa nodded wearily, her only mercy was letting these witches who suffered cruel torment for generations escape the unlit conscious black chamber, heading to the universe.

Fly, witches, fly, return to the universe. Farosa looked sorrowfully up toward the dome, the gray metallic dome couldn’t confine the intangible souls.

The universe is very large, so large that it makes one feel small, far larger than these cylindrical brain containers.

Facilities like the "black wall" that torment witches will no longer appear, will no longer appear in this world. Farosa closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.

Xu Yang saw shards of glass and metal everywhere, the jars containing witch brains had shattered, all devices overloaded and burned out. Farosa saved countless witches with extreme mercy and decisiveness.

A faint wail came from nowhere, as if a collective sigh from countless captives finally escaping confinement.

Now, looking ahead, the entire center of the black wall was full of black circular voids, like they could hold millions of skulls.

This thought matrix that operated by extracting the computational power of witch brains is now shattered, yet its remnants remain terrifying. This place’s existence allows people to remember the mutual poisons once between humans and witches. Xu Yang pondered.

Xu Yang suddenly sensed the anomaly around him.

"Look, Farosa..." Xu Yang raised his head.

Farosa took a deep breath; she smelled the scent of blood, all emanating from the ruptured witch brains, pungent and unpleasant. But she felt more than that.

"There are voices... there are presences..." Farosa wandered the circular open space at the center of the black wall.

She could feel the echoes of endless suffering saturating this place, those bodyless witch brains endured desperate pain, now their spirits can finally drift freely.

And as Farosa walked, she became aware of the witch souls around her, those souls liberated in a merciful death, they were flying towards Farosa.

"You... you came to help me..." Farosa opened her arms; she didn’t use an ounce of power, but she was slowly rising.

Lifted up.

Countless souls of witches gathered, lifting Farosa high, ever higher!

Farosa took a deep breath, allowing this tangible and perceptible cohesion to wash over her, the liberation, gratitude, and reverence after countless witches received the gift of rest coalesced into an immeasurable power propelling her to ascend higher.

One after another, dazzling bright spots appeared.

They surged together magnificently, passing through Farosa’s body like comets climbing toward heaven, they converged into starlight, returning to the celestial universe.

"Thank you!"

"Goodbye—"

"We’re leaving!"

"Thank you! Thank you!"

"We’re going back to the stars!"

"Thank you!" Countless voices echoed within Farosa’s soul.

Farosa’s vision penetrated the dome.

She saw the sky outside had darkened, turning into an abnormal, lightless black, and a witch, a gigantic witch, was drifting and asleep in the starry sea; her appearance was like an amalgamation of countless witches, each witch could see her own reflection in her face.

Who did she resemble? Farosa thought vaguely. She looked like herself, like Lila, like Pan Ruiyi, like 101, like 102, Laila, Little Fool, Mizuiro Yoshioka, Shallow Dream, Du Qianqian, Miyazato Kazama... she resembled all of them.

No... it’s that we all resemble her, it’s the Witch of the Star River, just as Xu Yang had told her, the Witch of the Star River who once galloped across the heavens.

Countless witch souls majestically lifted Farosa, passed through her body, and returned to the Star Vault; these released souls flew to unknown orbits, ventured into lightless voids, drawing bright trajectories. The long-forgotten starry sky was calling them home, and they too wanted to return, back to where they came from.

The entire center of the black wall shook violently, shards of glass, metal debris, and cerebral blood and flesh echoed, and then began to float in the zero-gravity space.

The witch returns home.

Farosa curled her body, just like the Witch of the Star River, as if within a mother’s womb. She knew that these rescued witches would find long-lost tranquility in the star river, beyond the reach and comprehension of mortals.

And Farosa herself was finally lifted by their faith into becoming divine. The true Goddess of Witches.

She weakly opened her eyes, feeling everything about her being reconstructed.

Farosa looked at Xu Yang, her lips gently moving.

For all of this.

Thank you.

Xu Yang witnessed it all; he nodded calmly, giving a smile in return.

So she closed her eyes and entered the final phase of transformation, the second metamorphosis of ascension.

How long will it take for Farosa to finally become a butterfly? Xu Yang did not know, but it didn’t matter; Farosa had waited for him for six years.

Take your time, wait as long as it takes.

This center of the black wall was now empty; massive tragedies and magnificent miracles had occurred here. Xu Yang strolled, each step as if treading on the blood and tears of witches. When the Lighthouse Core People withdrew, they didn’t want to shut down the place, still using matrices to calculate complex information, sending it to the Sky Kingdom’s vessel airship in the center of the continent, Dilnai’s final fortress.

Xu Yang looked at Farosa; she was now enveloped in golden dewdrops, like sleeping within a gigantic diamond.

He could roughly sense what was happening; Farosa’s spirit had transcended the fragile confines of this realm, she was fully awakened and ascending higher.

Material confinements were meaningless to Farosa now; her perception could penetrate the veils of dimensions and grasp the implicit secrets since Genesis.

Xu Yang saw two forces.

From above, the revelation of the Witch of the Star River descended, while from below, countless witches’ visions carried her.

In the midst of it, Farosa was like floating in a boundless ocean, like a feather, taken beyond the boundary of time and space, joining the path to true awakening.

At that moment, Farosa would connect to the soul of every witch in the world, as the true Goddess of Witches.

Neither the Witch of the Star River, the Star Deity, nor the Yousu People could withstand and perished under the invasion of the Galaxy’s Envoy.

Thus, Farosa now would transform into a god, becoming a being once allied with ancient existences, saving her civilization from the immense pressure of the Galaxy’s Envoy.

Give it your all.

Xu Yang left the center of the black wall, walked out of the desert military base; the Lighthouse Core’s research data on the Yousu People was extremely valuable, he meticulously selected, digested, analyzed, and properly preserved them.

With new physical enhancement surgeries and advanced implant modifications, Xu Yang’s current power also reached an unpredictable level, much stronger than six years ago. If he were to pilot the Heberon now, the things he could accomplish would be a hundred times more than the first time he activated it.

He set out to find Xu Cheng and Laila.

The stinging metallic smell of blood at the center of the black wall gradually faded away, the stench of burning electronics and chemicals had also vanished, replaced by the dry, fierce wind blowing in the darkened desert sky.

The Mojave Desert was sparsely populated, soldiers were redeployed to defense posts. In the quiet dunes, only Xu Cheng and Laila remained; they had already set up a small bonfire, each sitting on a metal folding stool, holding their cheeks with their hands, and chatting incessantly.

"Do you think there will still be schools after all this is over?" Xu Cheng swung her little feet.

"Why wouldn’t there be schools? There will always be schools," Laila’s voice was louder, "The schools of the past were for fools, those people were diligent and hardworking, and after graduation, they worked for those who were neither diligent nor hardworking, earning them large sums of money. But today’s schools are for ourselves; every day we read books, every day we learn new knowledge, I still want to go back to school, and so can you."

"I can too?" Xu Cheng pondered.

Xu Yang walked over, waving his hand, wielding his brand new control powers.

Drones advanced like a phalanx behind him, projecting a translucent blueprint in the air: sandproof tents, woven sleeping bags, inflatable mats, electric stoves, cookware sets, kettles, camping lights, fuel, and supply boxes, arranged around Xu Cheng and Laila.

The self-regulating, modular nanobots began working, fetching materials from the nearest site, crushing, decomposing, and then recombining them, piecing together the planned objects, almost like creating things from nothing!

"Wow..." Xu Cheng turned her head, unexpectedly witnessing the place beginning to construct itself automatically out of thin air.

This is so amazing. She watched intently, feeling as if her father had grown even stronger.

The drones flitted up and down, working amidst the sound of whirring and motor operation, setting up each item planned as if printing materials, producing all the items needed for them to spend the night.

Xu Yang easily drove them, like a technical divine creator, a creator exercising powers through instructions, formulas, and photoelectric signals!