The witch thought I am a Demon God
Chapter 818 - 430

Chapter 818: 430

The Compulsion Viscount’s revenge came swiftly.

As members of the Ambros City Council laughed heartily, the Compulsion Viscount’s forces launched a direct siege, compelling the Noble faction’s coalition to act together.

Trebuchets advanced, pelting the ramparts with stones like raindrops; large sections of the wall collapsed, and some witches took advantage of the chaos to cast plague magic on the corpses, then purposefully allowed the trebuchets to hurl these infected bodies into the city.

In Ambros City, were it not for the presence of five hundred engineers from the Republic of Belisarius and the defense engineering expert Achilles, the outer city wall would have already been breached.

Early in the morning, Ivita’s Giant Avatar walked along the inner side of the outer wall, watching numerous engineers suspended by ropes on the ramparts, driving wooden stakes and ropes into the wall’s damaged parts, mixing with the rubble, then pouring a slurry of clay and water into these broken sections and tamping it down—thus they could just manage to repair the wall.

However, Ambros’s outer wall had been on borrowed time for far too long with this method, with scarcely any intact section left; continuing this way, the outer wall could no longer hold.

Ivita’s Giant Avatar cast an indifferent glance at the wall, aware that the primary ingredients needed for the Purple God Potion were two types: one was a unique phenomenon produced by the interaction of magical powers—a purple rising airflow. This substance only appears in lands where a vast number of souls have perished, a gas formed by the clash between death’s magical energy and the soul’s magical energy upon the mass simultaneous demise of living beings.

But most people, even upon witnessing it, would merely regard it as a simple aurora, or as twilight, dawn, or even a rainbow, without paying it much heed.

Yet, in reality, it was an extremely precious magical material that only appeared in massive quantities during large-scale wars.

Moreover, it didn’t appear immediately, for death required time to ferment.

Ivita’s second avatar had already infiltrated the battlefield, extracting a prepared magical bottle to begin collecting the essence of the purple rising airflow.

This special magical substance, on par with the Door of Truth, had numerous applications even if not used for creating the Purple God Potion.

For example, it could nurture a person’s soul, making their Soul Power even stronger.

Although Ivita’s Giant Avatar also wanted to collect the purple rising airflow that was beginning to manifest on the battlefield, he had barely taken a few steps when he encountered Achilles, the defense engineering expert from the Republic of Belisarius.

Achilles looked at Ivita and muttered, "Mr. Giant, we’re both seeking sustenance from war, aren’t we? I can see it; you and I are cut from the same cloth. I noticed that you acquired a Door of Truth at the edge of the battlefield. Impressive magic, I dare say, you are the most skillful with magic I’ve ever met in my life."

Ivita’s Giant Avatar looked down coldly, his eyes neither pleased nor angry, his demeanor inscrutable.

Achilles, sensing the danger, hastily waved his hands and said, "Not many people have seen it."

"And even if such things are known, it hardly matters. I hear you’re here supporting the council at your own expense? The council would love for you to do that, a person with no demands is the one to fear."

"The council needs to make sure you are someone who has needs of them."

"And I, like you, profit from war. Now I’m even afraid to go to church. Oh Lord, how could I dare claim to love peace in a church? Without war, I’d be out of a job, and my wife and three daughters would starve in the streets. That’s terrifying."

Achilles walked over, raised his hand, and patted Giant Ivita on the knee.

A smile appeared on Ivita’s face; it seemed this fellow wasn’t here to threaten him, so all was well.

Ivita said, "Even during peacetime, you could find work. You could build houses for people, construct basements, or switch to flood control engineering. There are far more things you can do than you imagine. Little Dwarf, I must be going."

"And another thing..." Ivita glanced at him, and Achilles involuntarily stepped back half a step, Ivita told him, "You and I are not alike. That’s what I want to make clear to you."

"Because I do not enjoy war."

"I am here to put an end to it."

Giant Ivita turned and left.

Achilles, from the Republic of Belisarius, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and watched Ivita’s departing figure, thinking, "That giant is too fierce. Had I known, I wouldn’t have provoked him. What madness is he on about, ending the war? Does he intend to kill everyone on the other side?"

"He suddenly got angry, and I don’t know how I’ll deal with him in the future."

...

Without any concealment, Giant Ivita brought over a vase as tall as an adult, that ordinary black vase engraved with special magical inscriptions, and sucked in the sky’s rainbow fervently.

Countless purple rays fell into the vase.

Many on the battlefield saw what Giant Ivita was doing, but soon they stopped paying attention; after all, wizards and witches on the fringes of society were known for their peculiar acts.

They figured the Giant Wizard was no different.

Besides, that Giant Wizard had helped them quite a bit, and doing something odd seemed harmless.