Cyber Era Witch
Chapter 246 - 220 The Blade of Godslayer

Chapter 246: Chapter 220 The Blade of Godslayer

The Witch Goddess is capable of doing such things effortlessly?

Behind the vault of heaven, the Galaxy projected power onto the witch’s body. For the company, the growth of a witch was entirely random and unstable, and becoming a High-Ranking Witch was often their limit. The Dominator Witch can be considered one of the most powerful amongst witches, while the "Supreme" and the "Empress," in this era, have become unattainable.

However, in just an instant, Miyazato Kazama had achieved a breakthrough in magic power. A mix of excitement and elation intertwined in her heart, making her overjoyed and unable to contain her happiness. Her reverence for Farosa reached an unparalleled height.

"I am immensely grateful for your gift," Miyazato Kazama knelt on one knee, bowing in front of Farosa.

Beside her, the 3 "clones" created by magic power made the same gesture. Miyazato Kazama could easily establish a precise mental link with them. They were exact replicas of Miyazato Kazama’s will and knowledge structure, duplicates of her original self, yet seamless from her.

"I like to see young witches find the true face of their power," Farosa elegantly moved among Miyazato Kazama’s clones. "’Hive mind,’ huh?"

These clones emitted a faint golden glow, and Farosa’s fingers could easily pass through their skin. Essentially, they were still aggregations of magic power but had their own physical properties, allowing them to act to some extent as entities.

"I can feel..." Miyazato Kazama savored this subtle sensation.

"I am still a part of myself," one clone said. "I did not create an independent life."

"We share a single thought, yet each can think independently," another clone added.

"How fascinating..." the last clone smiled slightly. "We share ’Miyazato Kazama’s’ knowledge and functions, but lack autonomous consciousness and independence. The clones are subordinate to the original, and each clone is equal in status, with the sole purpose of processing and perfecting the original’s will."

"So this is like... a beehive," Miyazato Kazama looked toward Farosa. "My magic power can create these Lower Rank incarnations, like worker bees, working for my sole purpose."

As a Lower Rank Witch, Miyazato Kazama’s magic power was still insufficient and rapidly depleting. Soon these clones would all vanish, now flickering like an illusion, almost like phantoms. However, she believed she could maintain them over the long term, after all, she had always relied on coffee to quickly recover her magic power.

"Then, welcome to the New Witch Council," Farosa greeted Miyazato Kazama as she formally joined the group, showing a merciful face, as if welcoming a lost child returning home. "We are the rebirth from the ashes of the ancient Council; our purpose is to forge a brand new world."

"There’s absolutely no reason for me to reject this place," Miyazato Kazama said as she looked around and called all her clones back.

The clones transformed into golden orbs of light and returned inside Miyazato Kazama. In an instant, she felt the knowledge from the separate experiences, observations, and feelings of the clones during their separation accumulate and integrate into her own knowledge structure, merging in her memory.

She couldn’t help but feel inwardly delighted; if used for learning and research, this would undoubtedly accelerate her speed by three to four times. She was a witch, as well as the entire swarm.

"You have grown stronger, but you will also sacrifice, bleed, and give, not for any other hollow purpose," Farosa whispered softly, "but for the resurgence of witches, for the rise of the Witch Goddess, to become a better witch yourself. By my side, you will not lack the gifts of power and wisdom. What you are witnessing is the embryonic form of a New World, and you are the Progenitor of this New World."

Farosa’s words were like a sacred chant, making Miyazato Kazama willingly devoted. With just one glance from Farosa, she would consciously kneel down and bow her head, pledging complete obedience from body to soul.

took Miyazato Kazama back to her dormitory.

"Rest well," 101 instructed.

Miyazato Kazama lay on her bed, repeatedly recalling every detail of the brief ritual, entranced by the power given to her by the Witch Goddess Farosa—a magic power that could change the status quo, filling her with restless excitement.

The power displayed by Farosa had completely won Miyazato Kazama over; if what she was doing now was for the resurgence of all witches, then she was more than willing to do it. If so, not only she but all witches would be redeemed.

She began to compose an encrypted message to send to Ai Katagiri.

"Keep hope, Xiao Ai," Miyazato Kazama sent a brief message, "I will rescue you from there. I will do what I said."

On the other side, Farosa remained in the secret chamber, seated on her mat with stacks of ritual utensils and silverware beside her. Everything was ready. At this moment, the candidates for the Seven Witches Ritual were completely finalized; all that was left was Pan Ruiyi’s return, and then Farosa could officially seize the faith of the witches and become a lower-rank deity, paving the way to divine power.

In history, the "Empresses" ruled over their respective eras, with the most powerful witches using such rituals to bridge the gap between witches and Mystics. They ascended to a position where they could challenge the Mystics in terms of power and carved out a niche for themselves in a world dominated by deities.

Since her slumber, no other witch had achieved this feat—meaning that she would be the first in a millennium to successfully execute the Seven Witches Ritual, bringing the oppressed witches back to the world stage.

Her small aspiration at the time of her revival was now vigorously marching towards fulfillment, and Farosa was thoroughly content.

"I hope I’m not disturbing you," Xu Yang visited the secret chamber, ready to pass on the mysterious message from Kanako to Farosa.

"What do you think?" Farosa licked her lips, "I’m nearing the essence of power."

Seeing Farosa’s covetous gaze, Xu Yang understood her implicitly. His clothes came undone, and in mutual fervor, after a brief prelude, they began their vigorous activity.

In the past, due to poor living conditions, Farosa had not developed much. With Xu Yang tirelessly treating her to sugar, she indeed became fuller, qualifying as a competent leader of the witches, and without a doubt was first-rate in stature.

By midnight, Farosa lay on the mat, gasping for breath, tongue lolling out, too spent even to lift her arm covering her eyes.

"I’ve brought a name," Xu Yang, sitting beside her and wiping off sweat, said, "’Xylophia,’ does it ring a bell?"

Farosa suddenly sat up, trembling.

"Xylophia?" She was somewhat surprised, "What do you mean? Is she still alive?"

"Kanako saw her and asked me to bring this name to you, perhaps the other party wishes to make some sort of contact with you."

"She and I are from the same era." Farosa wrapped herself in clothes, lost in thought, "She’s also alive to this day, which is unfortunate. I thought I was unique. I really want to kill her."

"Is there a conflict of interest between you?"

"No, on the contrary, collaboration is possible," Farosa sighed, "Back then, I entrusted her with something to keep safe—a weapon, arguably the world’s most dreadful and powerful, designed to confront deities. I feared it would attract unwanted attention, thus I left it with Xylophia solely to shift the risk. It’s unexpected that she’s still alive; therefore, the weapon should still be in her possession."

"A weapon to confront deities..." Xu Yang recalled the perilous battle of the Godbinding Plan and the scars left on the whole world by the clash between Dilnai and Yan Duo, "...what does it look like?"

"It’s a blade about this long." Farosa gestured, about 1.7 meters, "The Mystics forced ’Dead Earth’ Moriyard to relinquish its claws, which were already exceedingly lethal materials, then fused them with the spine of a creature from another dimension using ’Moonfire’ Mond’s moonlight flame. Over twenty years, thousands of servants from the Secret Ritual Group labored at the base of the Black Wall Mountain Range, forging it into shape. It was cooled with the froth from the topmost layer of seawater at seven in the morning, ultimately creating the most terrifying weapon."

"So we’re to reclaim this weapon from Xylophia? What kind of witch is she?"

"She used to work with me, a quiet, conservative person," Farosa mused, "I wonder if she has changed. If we intend to use absolute power to shatter everything as it is, I need to take back this weapon, one could say it’s a crucial trump card."

The mention of Xylophia’s name brought genuine nostalgia for the Godslayer Weapon to Farosa.

It was with that weapon that she killed a deity and established the order of today. Farosa thought to herself. Thus, it should be with this weapon that she twisted reality, slicing through today’s chaos and injustice with absolute violence to carve out a bloody path anew.

"Then, I shall have Kanako pay attention to the matter of Xylophia," Xu Yang concluded, "A direct encounter would be too risky, better to probe first to avoid getting burned. If I were her, I’d keep that weapon to myself."

They engaged in their activities all night, and by the next morning, Farosa, wholly satisfied, drifted into sleep. Before she did, she used the Law of Recovery on Xu Yang, so he could remain as vigorous as a dragon. He required little sleep and his vitality was undiminished. He planted a kiss on Farosa’s adorable spot and then took his leave.

Xu Yang went to check on the current condition of Miyazato Kazama. "Hive Mind"—this magic power was indeed the world’s first of its kind, at least as far as the current archives showed.