Great! I'm surrounded by villains!-Chapter 451 - 370: 1721

Stop, stop right now!

The Dark Night Witch mustered all her magic power, attempting to resist.

However, she found that she seemed to be locked in a confined space at this moment, only able to witness everything happening as a bystander.

After completing the Symbiosis Ceremony, such situations would occasionally occur to her.

Groggy and sometimes losing memories out of thin air, she could only conjecture what she had done during the times she was unconscious through the descriptions of her tribespeople.

But right now, she was incredibly lucid.

She didn’t know what would happen once she took the throne, but she was certain it wouldn’t be anything good.

This was why her subconscious was issuing a warning, prompting her to resist.

It seemed to be the first time she was resisting another will in her mind.

"Hadn’t we agreed already?"

Perhaps sensing the Dark Night Witch’s struggle, another voice, identical to hers, emerged in her mind, "I will help you exact your revenge, and in return, you will sacrifice everything you possess."

"That’s death!"

The Dark Night Witch wasn’t afraid of death; she had long been prepared to burn her magic power and soul to destroy the Holy City.

She could die, but not in such a manner.

"I never said the price was death, and you cannot die—the throne requires your soul."

The Dark Night Witch’s steps did not halt; she was getting closer and closer to the throne.

"But you promised—"

"This is the only way to fulfill that promise. With your current strength, you are not enough to destroy the Sun King and his subjects."

The voice echoed in her mind.

Her forward-moving body halted; controlling her own body, she looked toward the giant chasm stretching across the world and the wildly growing thorns, "Because before then, your plan will fall through, and you should be aware that with your current strength, it is impossible to defeat that ’human’."

In that moment, the last glimmer of light in the Dark Night Witch’s eyes also vanished.

All painful memories surged into her heart at this moment, while the voice in her head kept telling her this was the only answer.

"Our agreement remains unchanged; you will lead the Void Demons to destroy the Holy City, bring down the Ashen Church, and eradicate every follower of the Sun King."

"What’s the price?"

"Your soul," the voice in her mind answered, "A body does not need two consciousnesses, nor does it need two souls, but if your soul has not completely extinguished by then, perhaps you will be able to see the Holy City’s destruction." frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

The Dark Night Witch stopped talking, and the last thread of resistance in her heart dissipated amid the flood of memories.

She took another step forward.

She heard the call of the throne, inviting her to become the true ruler of the Land of Eternal Night.

The energy here, all the Void Demons, were gifts bestowed upon her.

She was almost touching the throne; her soul closed its eyes. Despite making a compromise, she did not wish to witness herself ascending the throne.

But in the next moment, her consciousness suddenly regained clarity, and intense pain allowed her to reclaim control of her body.

She instinctively reached behind her waist, touching the source of the pain.

Her fingertips touched an ice-cold dagger, its sharp blade piercing into her body.

"Don’t you think all of this is just too simple?"

A smug smile spread across 1721’s face, "I really have to thank you, it’s your resistance that distracted it, allowing me to find the perfect moment."

The Dark Night Witch, repressing her severe pain, drew the dagger from her waist.

For a witch, this wasn’t a fatal wound, and it could heal with just a few simple spells...

"Why that sudden look of panic? Have you suddenly realized you can’t mobilize your energy?"

1721’s tone became increasingly excited.

Although his intellect told him he should immediately eliminate the kin before him, standing just one step away from the throne, he wished for someone to hear his brilliant plan.

"Every year, Universe Company spends a substantial amount of money on weapon development, and this inconspicuous dagger is one of their results. Just one cut from its blade, and your energy flow will be blocked."

He pointed to his own head, "You really should have listened to Dr. Eisenberg’s early lectures on energy. They would’ve answered many of your questions. Energy is like blood vessels within the body; a simple wound can completely paralyze the flow of energy. Even you, the most powerful witch in the history of Wizard Star, must abide by this rule."

To achieve this theory, he needed a weapon that could directly harm the soul.

Until the damaged wound was healed, the Dark Night Witch’s communication with the "Black Mud" would also be temporarily severed.

"Let me give you another piece of good news, there’s no way to heal a soul wound."

This moment was the peak of his life.

An insignificant character, a mere scrap, had defeated the greatest contender before the throne.

If this were a duel, no one would bet on him.

"I’m sorry, but plans have changed."

With composed ease, 1721 took out another dagger just like the first.

When Duan Mingyuan rejected the call of the throne, he knew his chance had come.

For the Dark Night Witch, who was staring at him with eyes full of hatred, all he could do was shrug his shoulders to indicate that’s life.

"You can only blame your bad luck. If it were that ’human’ standing here, I would probably never dare to do such a thing."

But 1721 believed in always being prepared for a second option.

Opportunities are always reserved for the prepared — this was the truth he learned in human society. Clearly, the Dark Night Witch and her kindred had been away from human society for far too long; despite possessing immense energy, they were now unable to wield it.

"Don’t blame me, didn’t it tell you about the consequences of ascending the throne?"

1721’s greedy eyes turned toward the throne, "By then, what disappears won’t just be your soul, all the Fragments will come back together."

Of course, that was putting it politely.

The actual situation was that the weak "scraps" would be overwritten and erased.

Once the Dark Night Witch ascended the throne, he would be the first to vanish.

"Oh right, I’ve also learned another lesson: everyone for themselves, or face annihilation."

As he spoke, his eyes bore down on the Dark Night Witch with a predatory gaze.

This was a good audience, patiently listening to his final words of wisdom.

"Miss Dark Night Witch, it’s time."

He raised the dagger, "Since you’ve already come this far, do me one last favor and lend me your energy, along with your soul, to keep safe."

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