The witch thought I am a Demon God
Chapter 1023 - 522 Commune Group and the Abandoned Witch Group_3

Chapter 1023: Chapter 522 Commune Group and the Abandoned Witch Group_3

"The Emperor had once been on very good terms with the true witch of death," you said she was your best friend..."

Louis XI grew agitated, "No more."

He stood up, his gaze sweeping over the sand table arrayed within the tent, which depicted the encampment directions of Oyo III’s army and his own. "That Witch Group is the cancer of the Imperial City, always lurking beneath the underground spaces of the Empire."

"I tolerated her before, to gain the assistance of the true witch of death."

"Now let’s clean them out. At this rate, my guards have likely already begun slaughtering the necks of this foul-smelling coven. They fancy death, don’t they? Today, I shall deliver them unto it."

The Tsardom Island Chief Justice furrowed his brow. Even he was startled by Louis XI’s cold-bloodedness and harshness. When useful, Louis XI had gone to great lengths to ingratiate himself with the true witch of death, but as soon as she became useless to him, he turned on her without a second thought.

However, the Chief Justice said nothing.

As one of Frank’s core figures, he never had to worry about being cast aside, and he had always been targeting the underground Evil Witch Group hidden in the Imperial City.

Indeed, it was better to be rid of such an organization.

Thus, within the bustling Imperial City of Frank, the Witch Group, previously hidden within secluded buildings, was slaughtered by a throng of knights bearing knightly swords who burst in unexpectedly.

Caught off guard and further weakened by magic backlash from Ivita, the true witch of death’s disciples all met their ends beneath the swords of Louis XI’s guards.

A bald, senior witch, grasping the knightly sword that had pierced her chest while coughing up blood, asked incredulously the two superior knights before her, "Why, are we not one country, one people?"

"Why kill us."

The two knights did not bother to reply. Instead, each drew their secondary weapons from their belts, driving them through the chest of the bald, senior witch.

At the same time, as the dust settled here, Queen Catherine, dressed in a gold and white imperial robe, descended slowly down the stairs from the entrance of the witch conclave’s underground chamber. To the dying bald, senior witch, she said, "Because you lot are the refuse the Empire does not want. You disregard laws and consider yourselves above others; your very existence is a threat to the Empire."

"I am not intolerant of the existence of witches, I can even coexist peacefully with them, but this Witch Group of yours is truly malevolent."

The bald, senior witch let out a cold laugh, forced to her knees but still bearing a look of bitterness and disdain that made her resemble a venomous snake ready to strike at any moment. "So it is... after using us, you discard us."

"Empress Catherine, such heartlessness from the Emperor, I bless you here that one day, you will be discarded by him too. We are but the same."

’Snap~’

Her head was lopped off by an enraged superior knight.

This superior knight bowed to the Empress, a bit sheepishly, "I should have beheaded this evil witch sooner."

Empress Catherine’s gaze swept over the witch corpses strewn across the basement floor, their resentful spirits continuing to haunt the place. "No matter. Bring in a priest to bless this place, then seal this basement. Build a cemetery above it to suppress the witch souls underneath, ensuring that no one can linger here long, preventing any witch from seizing a new body."