Otaku Witch

Chapter 2030 - 1029: Who Are You? (2)

This is the true power level of the first tier below the Three Kings.

In Heaven, she is the King of Angels; in the Abyss, she is the Original Sin Demon God; in the Dragon Realm, she is the supreme among dragons.

After all, Priscilla is merely a ten-thousand-year-old young person. Among those Ancient Sages who have long been in seclusion, she is not sure if anyone can compare to Yemengade. But from the powerful beings she currently knows, she can think of only one who gave her a similar feeling.

That person is Lord Demon King’s most trusted friend and servant, and the current Prime Minister of the Witch World—The Sage of Lies, Hermes.

As for whether Yemengade and Hermes are of the same level, or who is stronger, this is not something a young Sage like the Academy Head can speculate on.

In any case, just feeling weak at the knees was enough.

Luckily, Lady Yemengade’s Dragon’s Might spared her, otherwise, Priscilla wouldn’t think she’d fare much better than Lady Elena, who was kneeling on the ground.

Some gaps cannot simply be bridged by effort and explosion of power.

It’s a pity not everyone is as self-aware as the Academy Head.

Elena’s beautiful expression twisted on her kneeling face.

Never in her life has she been humiliated like this. Except for His Majesty the King of Gods, no one else can make me kneel.

This is the life creed of the Sage Nun.

Yes, she only acknowledges Lord God King; apart from this, she does not really recognize even the Dragon King and Devil King, after all, she was born at the end of the Era of the God King.

Thus, for her, the Dragon King is a peer, and the Devil King is even a junior. Even though these two Witch Kings have already accomplished unparalleled feats, in her opinion, they cannot compare to His Majesty’s aura.

As the original King and the creator and savior of the Witch Clan, Lord God King is invincible, supreme, and the first in the world, and no one can stand alongside Him.

Similarly, as the Retainer serving Lord God King, the Angel Witch is the only elect of His Majesty the King of Gods, born more noble than other witches, which cannot be matched by later ones like the Dragon Witch or Demon Witch.

And now, how can the noble elect of God King salute a Dragon Witch so profoundly?

Yemengade, you are courting death. As the most devout believer, I can only kneel to His Majesty the King of Gods. You compare yourself to the God King? How dare you? Who gave you the courage?

The inherently evil Magic Dragon, you have committed the grave sin of overstepping, and you are unforgivable.

Ah, the logic of zealots is always miraculous, even if Sages are supposed to be knowledgeable and wise.

But wisdom has never been related to morality and faith; the smarter the person, sometimes the more extreme the faith becomes. Strong as Sages, they are ultimately witches, and all witches have human nature.

Unless one day you become an omniscient and omnipotent deity, it’s hard to escape the flaws of human nature.

Feeling that her faith was sullied, Elena directly erupted in rage. That fake saint-like smile on her face finally disappeared, replaced by furious wrath.

Terror loomed as Magic Power gushed out from her, a black Battle Robe emerged from her, a sacred Angel Halo appeared above her head, and finally, ten black Wings unfolded behind her.

Though they are Black Wings, it’s not to say Miss Nun is a Fallen Angel, as her Angel’s Ring did not turn black.

This kind of black-winged, white-ringed angel is known as a Death Proclaiming Angel, an angel in Heaven that wields the Death Authority.

This is a more dangerous angel template than the Slaughter Angel Template of the Academy Head’s Blood Wing.

Clearly, Elena had already entered combat mode, forcibly unleashing Strength, and the knees that were kneeling began to slowly rise...

Yemengade’s gaze moved away from Dorothy’s face, then refocused on the struggling Sage Nun.

And then...

Armor shattered, wings broke, and people hit the ground.

Yes, originally Elena was just kneeling, but now she is kissing the floor along with other Angel Witches.

She’s even worse off, for her head smashed directly into the floor tiles, pressed into the hole.

As a result, the Death Proclaiming Angel is naturally more furious. Still, no matter how hard she struggles, she cannot rise this time.

She can only lay her head in the pit, impotent with rage, unable to move even a finger.

After all, the initial Dragon’s Might was just a minor punishment, merely symbolic. However, her resistance successfully drew the gaze of the Dust World Dragon.

Dorothy recalled what Miss Baalzebub once said, that gaze has weight. But now it seems her Ancestral Elder’s gaze has an unbearable weight.

Now Elena is just like Miss Painting, who had just been slapped by Mother Dragon, with blood flowing from every orifice under the burden.

This is Sage Level Angel Witch’s blood, indeed akin to Divine Blood, which could be quite valuable.

The Homebody Witch suddenly had such a thought enter her mind.

Fortunate that she controlled her almost reckless hands with great effort.

The Ancestral Elder really knows how to show off. It would be too much if I suddenly brought out a vial to collect the blood now.

She warned herself thusly.

But once thought, not doing it is hard to bear. Dorothy watched the "Divine Blood" left on the ground with some regret.

But never mind, the Sage Nun on the floor is still enraged; better not provoke her further.

"Yemengade, audacious Magic Dragon, how dare you be so disrespectful under the watchful eye of the great God King? You are opposing the entire Angel Witch Clan, opposing the Cross Battle Group."

"Your sinful deeds are known to the Lord, and you will surely incur Divine Punishment."

.....

Hm, it seems talking tough when unable to win is a long-standing tradition of the Angel Witch Clan. Previously, that Miss Painting got beaten and brought in the old, now even the old ones failed, and now they’re saying even older ones are needed.

But...

"Hold on, who are you again? Why do you speak as if you can represent the Cross Battle Group?"

Yemengade tilted her head in some confusion, her lazy voice laced with bewilderment.

The little Dragon and Serpent even extended her neck and tail specifically, first using the tail tip to lift the bruised and battered face of Miss Nun in the pit, then leaning in to observe carefully. She pondered for a long while, seemingly unable to recall.

"I don’t remember you being in the Cross Battle Group, please do not casually tarnish its glory."

The Dragon Serpent Sage said earnestly.

Elena: "..."

The Sage Nun was silent for a moment, then grew even more furious.

After all, she was born at the end of the God King Era, by which time the Cross Battle Group had long become a legend. As the God King abdicated and the Dragon King Era began, the Cross Battle Group was directly summoned back to the Divine Realm by Lord God King, never to emerge again.

So, even though Elena became a Sage in the Dragon King Era, she still had no chance with the Cross Battle Group.

For a zealous believer, not being one of the envoys serving the Deities is an unspeakable pain, but how dare you speak so, Yemengade?

Furthermore, you don’t even recognize me? Unforgivable, we sat together in the Council of Sages!

The Sage Nun became even more irritated.

Every Sage once served in the Council of Sages; it was a necessary procedure. As a Sage of the Dragon King Era, naturally, she was a colleague with Yemengade for some time.

And that time was not short, lasting a full thousand years.

Moreover, there were only thirteen members in the Council of Sages, and this person now says she can’t remember her?

"Are you kidding? To what extent do you need to humiliate me to be satisfied? I am Elena, a council member of the same session as you, sitting right beside you. How could you not know me?"

She shouted in angry desperation.

On hearing this, Yemengade finally realized.

"Oh, the name Elena does sound familiar. Turns out it’s you, sorry, I was always asleep in meetings, it’s nothing personal against you."

The little Dragon and Serpent apologized somewhat awkwardly.

Although she followed the protocol and sat through the Council of Sages for a time, she slept through most of that time, for the so-called Council of Sages in the Dragon King Era was merely a mascot, just a formality. The actual power lay with the Dragon King.

She honestly did not remember what her colleagues looked like then.

Elena: "..."

.....Sage Nun in a frenzy.....