Cyber Era Witch
Chapter 1232 - 946: Return to the Netherworld_2

Chapter 1232: Chapter 946: Return to the Netherworld_2

"Sister!" Easter screamed.

"It’s okay, I—" Farosa fought desperately with the Godslayer Weapon and Star Tamer to intercept the Will of the Galaxy, Dilnai. The opponent’s attacks were so fast, so terrifying, each strike reminded Farosa of the deadly fear of falling into the chaotic void moments ago.

In just a few seconds, Easter was pushed back by the aftermath of their fierce battle, tumbling to the ground, while Farosa was also forced to retreat step by step.

Farosa fought with all her might. Damn it, if only I had a little more experience, if I could muster a bit more composure, then I—

"Hold on!" The Soul of Gold, Chryses, recovered faster, struggling to charge forward.

"Yan—Yanduo!" Yan Duo also painfully tried to get up, but the injuries left by Dilnai were still too severe.

It’s okay, I can hold her off, I can fight head-on, shielding everyone from the might of such a powerful enemy.

Farosa thought to herself, the Godslayer Weapon did not disappoint her even after thousands of strikes, its relentless killing intent fiercely weakening the power of the Will of the Galaxy, Dilnai.

The light emanating from the clash between both sides was earth-shattering, repeatedly illuminating the sky tens of thousands of times!

But—Farosa gradually fell into a disadvantage.

While attacking, the Will of the Galaxy, Dilnai, also used high-order great powers to alter reality, weakening Farosa’s fate, stripping away the powerful blessings from Huang Feng, and the close combat victory power she borrowed.

"Roar!" Wei Shiyue flew in, attempting to cover for Farosa, but her aura of death could not deplete the Will of the Galaxy, Dilnai.

In this instant, Farosa felt the grace of a hundred victories won from Huang Feng since the start of the battle was taken from her, and immediately following, even the power ensuring close combat victory was extinguished, all reality-warping powers dismantled, leaving her to rely purely on her own sword skills.

And this was Farosa’s lack; she lacked the time for true training and had to rely on the Magic Power borrowed from Pan Ruiyi, and in the next instant—

Farosa was pierced through the body by Dilnai and thrown to the ground.

She was dead.

Easter looked on from a distance, collapsing to the ground.

"Yan Duo!" Yan Duo roared.

"Farosa!" Wei Shiyue was incredibly shocked.

"Sister!" Easter wailed.

Farosa’s body lay on the ground, bleeding continuously. Her soul drifted from its vessel, returning to the stars, to the embrace of the cosmos, heading back to the Witch of the Star River.

How unsightly. Farosa thought to herself as she floated upwards, so this is what death feels like, light and being pulled along.

She wanted to stay, but at that moment, it was meaningless, the blessings on her had already been broken, which meant the Will of the Galaxy, Dilnai had countless ways to kill her.

Below, Easter frantically scrambled to retrieve her body; Yan Duo and Chryses, the two Star Deities, faced the Will of the Galaxy, Dilnai, again but did not gain the upper hand. Even a mere remnant shadow of the Galaxy’s Envoy was so powerful, let alone its true body, which had annihilated countless realms?

She saw Easter use trembling hands to take the Godslayer Weapon from Farosa’s hand, but was intimidated by the killing intent on the blade. Even so, Easter repeatedly tried to grip the Godslayer Weapon, even though she was wounded all over.

No, don’t, Easter, the Godslayer Weapon is something only I can wield. Farosa thought to herself. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.

She looked up, returning to the sky, moving towards the Witch of the Star River, distancing herself from the conflict below, as if she could already hear the Witch of the Star River’s call. If Farosa was the goddess of all witches in this world, then the Witch of the Star River was Farosa’s deity.

Her star soul left the cursed, troubled, and twisted earth, rising to the dark star realm.

It was quiet here. Farosa sighed, so peaceful.

She lifted her head and was startled; so many, so many people!

How strange.

Why are there so many witches?

She drifted on the edge of the material world, lingering at the gate of the Star River.

In front flickered unknown galaxies, the eternal universe, the hunting grounds of the Galaxy’s Envoy, also the home for witches endlessly wandering.

These soul-like witches gathered here like clouds, so many, so many, numbering in the millions.

They all came to greet Farosa, shimmering with a light of gratitude and sorrow.

"You, you all..." Farosa watched them, overwhelmed.

"We are the witches rescued from the Black Walls." One soul smiled, looking at Farosa, but the smile carried infinite sadness and gentleness.

"In the most terrifying and dreadful moments, you came to find us—rescued us from that enduring torment." Another soul said.

"I was a witch who fought for the Nestor Corporation and eventually died in battle."

"I was a witch saved from the Black Walls of the Xisheng Shrine, it’s been so many years."

"I perished during a Heavenly Tribulation, killed in an instant by that projection."

"I studied at the academy once, but died in an accident."

"I lived in the Young Witch’s Playground!"

"I’ve heard your name for so long!"

They excitedly started talking, each vying to recount their relationship with Farosa.

"Thank you, why haven’t you gone back? Why not return to the Witch of the Star River?" Farosa naively asked.

"We want to see Farosa’s victory." They said, "We’ve been waiting here, hoping to see you win everything. Then we can leave without regrets."

"But I, I’m already dead. I’ve let you down. Now we can only go back together." Farosa spoke painfully.

The witch souls smiled.

As one unit, millions of souls began to shine, sharing and reigniting the residual magic in their souls.

Each one seemed to hold a small, deep red, faded essence, but there were so many of them, and so they sparked in the vast deep space.

The power they wove grew stronger and stronger, creating a sacred tapestry of light spanning the Star River.

Many witches burnt out in the process, had to let go, truly returning to the stars, transforming into a point of light, bidding farewell to Farosa with a smile as they left.

"We’re leaving first!"

"You must keep winning!"

"Witch Goddess!"

"Now return to your place, Lady Farosa!" The combined force of the witch souls formed a soul torrent, pushing Farosa’s divine soul downward.

Their light intertwined, sending Farosa back down, resisting the call of the Witch of the Star River, returning her soul to the human world.

"Go back!"

"Lady Farosa, go back!"

"Go back, go back!"

"It’s not your time to die!"

A warm beam of light shone down from beyond the clouds of the fractured world, delivering Farosa’s divine soul back to the earth.

Farosa nearly cried, emotions surged within her soul.

Everyone, everyone...

In that moment, she truly understood the weight of the words "Witch Goddess."

Brilliant starlight descended, sending Farosa back into her body, shining upon her, healing all wounds, mending all pain. Afterwards, they all vanished, leaving no trace, truly returning to the Witch of the Star River, once again completing the witches’ cyclical expedition in the universe.

Present, even the Will of the Galaxy, Dilnai was taken aback as the mere fragment of the Galaxy’s Envoy was so powerful, let alone its true form that annihilated countless astral realms?

She saw Easter with trembling hands take the Godslayer Weapon from Farosa’s hand, but was daunted by the killing aura on the blade. Even so, Easter tried over and over again to grip the weapon tight, despite getting herself cut all over.

No, no, Easter, the Godslayer Weapon is only for me to use. Farosa thought. No choice, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.

She looked up, returning to the sky, towards the direction of the Witch of the Star River, away from the chaos on the ground, as if already hearing the call of the Witch of the Star River. If Farosa is the goddess of all the witches in this world, then the Witch of the Star River is Farosa’s own deity.

Her star soul left the cursed, troubled, and twisted land, ascending to the dark Star Realm.

It was silent here, and Farosa sighed, so quiet.

She looked up and was startled, there are so many, so many people!

So strange.

Why are there so many witches here?

She wandered to the edge of the material world, pausing at the door of the star river.

In front of her sparkled unknown galaxies, the eternal universe, hunting grounds of the Galaxy’s Envoy, and the forever drifting home of the witches.

These soul-like witches were gathering here like clouds, so many, so many, millions.

They all came to welcome Farosa, shining with lights of gratitude and sadness.

"You, you all..." Farosa looked at them, full of shock.

"We are the witches rescued from the Black Walls." One soul smiled at Farosa, but carried with it infinite sadness and tenderness.

"In the most terrifying and dreaded moment, you came to find us—rescued us from that painful long torment," said another soul.

"I am a witch who fought for the Nestor Corporation and died in the end."

"I am the witch who was rescued from the Black Walls of Xisheng Shrine, so many years ago."

"I am the witch who died in the Heavenly Tribulation, killed in an instant by that projection."

"I once studied at the academy, but died in an accident."

"I used to live in the Young Witch’s Playground!"

"I’ve heard your name for so long!"

They eagerly began talking, each vying to share their connection with Farosa.

"Thank you, why haven’t you returned? You... have been waiting here to see me win everything." Farosa said painfully.

The witches guided a flood of spiritual power, pushing Farosa’s divine soul downwards.

The soul drifted down, and a pillar of warm light from the fractured world enveloped Farosa, healing all her wounds, as she returned to her body, her being illuminated. This light repaired everything as she reentered herself, healing all her injuries, while below, back on earth, even as Galaxy’s Envoy, Dilnai, brushed off the attacks from Easter and Chryses, the two Star Deities, struggling to regain balance.

Farosa nearly cried out, Everyone, everyone...

At this moment, Farosa felt the power coursing through her, the limitless support from the witches encircling her in the Astral Realm, as they channeled their magic into her through the soul stream.

Easter was rushing back frantically, wrenching the Godslayer Weapon from her own hands.

On the ground, was her blood-soaked body. But it and all its wounds were restored, shining, an entire cycle of witch expedition through the universe completed.

Stepping onto the ground, Farosa saw everything becoming stagnant. The world was spinning in its dying throes.

Only she and the Will of the Galaxy Dilnai remained conscious.

"You... are just a reflection, affecting so many galaxies." There was no time for chatter between enemies.

"In return for the souls you brought me, I will help you destroy it." A distant voice came from the universe, full of solemnity and strength.

It was the voice of the Witch of the Star River.

"I am Pan Ruiyi." The figure raised the Godslayer Weapon, staring coldly across.

"The time has come. I accept your strength, Witch." The star-bright blade shone brightly.

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