Chapter 1416 - 1328: Underground Palace Truth (Part 2)

Chapter 1416: Chapter 1328: Underground Palace Truth (Part 2)

Unfortunately, it still failed.

Horn guessed that at this time, Miseria was probably somewhat desperate, so she deliberately sent down an Angel.

Firstly, to attempt to assassinate Horn, and secondly, to try to kill Hilov, preventing Lilith’s divine descent.

After the assassination attempt failed, Miseria discovered that Lilith had actually already descended upon Serafe and risen again.

In this way, Horn was very likely to fall into Lilith’s hands, and that would be the end of it all.

In order to thwart her good sister, Miseria ordered Puliano to give Horn the position of Pope, fortifying Horn’s strength to avoid being captured by Lilith.

Mad, Horn clicked his tongue twice, wondering why Puliano seemed like a lunatic.

One moment he had deep-seated resentment with the Holy Alliance, the next he passed the position of Pope to Horn, seemingly without necessity, even considering suicide as Pope.

So that’s how it is.

Horn’s eyes suddenly brightened: "You mean Miseria can come back to life stronger after dying, then I..."

"Not you, when you die you’re really dead," Cynthia directly interrupted Horn’s daydream.

"Why is that?"

"You’re human, plus the True God Witch had just begun to revive and was beheaded and split, not awakening all her abilities," Cynthia rested her chin on her forepaw, "Of course, this is my guess. If you don’t believe me, you could try killing yourself."

Horn’s mouth twitched: "I’d better not, then I ask you..."

As Horn and Cynthia discussed the two goddesses, Ottatila was dumbfounded to the side.

Can I even handle this information? It’s too damn shocking.

She turned her head, looking at Hilov who seemed equally shocked, just as she wanted to walk over for comfort, when she spoke again.

"Lady Cynthia, you mentioned earlier that Lilith had descended upon Serafe?"

"Yes."

"Why can’t Miseria descend upon Puliano? Or descend upon other bodies?"

"Because of you."

"Me?"

"Yes, don’t you want to know where you came from?" Cynthia turned her head, looking at Hilov, "You are born of the Holy Tree, the original bodies of Miseria and Lilith, the remnants of the initial Witch.

You inherited part of the Witch’s corruption and power, which is why you can continuously die and come back to life.

Much like your legs, they can regrow each time you die and revive.

Of course, this would cause your consciousness to dissipate, turning into someone else.

Theoretically speaking, since the first revived body was an elf, two goddesses can only descend upon the Witch’s body with elf bloodline..."

Horn couldn’t help but interrupt: "But she’s a beastman."

"She just seems like a beastman, do you think her intelligence level is like that of a beastman?" Cynthia sneered, "Not to belittle beastmen, but beastmen brains have a limit, almost like an ogre."

After refuting Horn, Cynthia continued: "After the elves perished, the remnants of the initial Witch fell into the hands of vampires, so basically only Lilith could descend."

Hilov nodded, but another doubt arose: "Then why was I not descended upon?"

"Because Serafe tried to foolishly steal Lilith’s power.

She used a small star-casting gear I gave her, implanted a heart in you, allowing you to come back to life at the moment of descent, becoming an artificial lifeform.

I guess due to this accident, Lilith was forced to descend upon Serafe."

"I think you’re contradicting yourself," Horn stared at her, "Then why could Serafe be descended upon?"

"Because she transformed herself into a vampire witch through blood magic and the flesh of the initial Witch’s remains.

Adding the fact that vampires inherently have a slight elf lineage, it’s just without the witch they couldn’t descend.

Serafe barely met the conditions through external circumstances.

Why else do you think she defected from the Royal Court and researched with the Scales Hermitage in Black Snake Bay for decades?"

After this explanation, both Horn and Hilov somewhat understood Serafe’s lineage.

She deciphered the truth of Lilith’s divine descent from the initial Witch’s remains through an ancestral spell, or simply was told by Lilith through the remains.

Attempting to seize Lilith’s power, she stole the family Holy Artifact (the Witch’s remains) and studied in seclusion for years, transforming herself into a vampire witch without spells or witch physique.

Then she tried to channel Lilith’s descent to seize her power.

In the end, it was self-defeating, an ant trying to contend with a giant, preparing a ton of measures to no avail, leaving both sides worse off.

Originally, Serafe’s divine descent could have granted her a lifespan of about a century, now she’s left with at most ten years.

"No wonder Serafe is so eager to invade the eastern continent, limited lifespan is the reason," Horn finally understood the reasons behind Serafe’s actions.

Wait, Serafe only has ten years left...

Horn’s eyes lit up: "Red Dragon, do you think I can just endure for ten years and let Serafe die naturally?"

After all, Serafe’s lifespan is short, and the Holy Alliance is thriving, dragging the Royal Court to death without significant decisive battles is also a viable strategy.

"In your dreams." Cynthia shook her head, "Not only can you not outlast her, but you must also personally kill her, or at least get close to her.

Do you know what will happen once Serafe dies?

The two true souls return to the anchor point, the True God Witch revives within you, then you become the True God Witch, and the world is consumed by the eternal fire.

Is this the ending you hope for?"

Horn was initially stunned, then his expression grew serious: "That’s the last outcome I want."

He suddenly understood why both witches were quick to embed the anchor point within him; because there’s no loss.

They all get revived anyway, who leads is the only question.

If Horn dies, Lilith or Miseria revive, if the sisters die, Horn revives.

Ultimately, the True God Witch revives regardless; devoid of consciousness considerations, in terms of existence alone, the True God Witch is undoubtedly the grand winner.

"Such a scenario was foreseen in the pact between the surviving giant dragons and the Holy Tree..."

"They could foresee such a scenario?" Ottatila, who had remained silent, couldn’t help but ask.

"I can only say, given enough time, anything is possible, why not prepare early?" Cynthia glared at Ottatila, "Alright, don’t interrupt me anymore, I’m about to say something truly important. 𝘧𝓇ℯℴ𝓂

Listen carefully, your current condition meets the requirements of the seventh deicide plan.

Thus, I will teach you how to capture and imprison the souls of Lilith and Miseria, the process consists of three steps."

Horn immediately pulled out a small notebook to start taking notes.

"The first step is to kill Serafe from a close enough distance."

"The second step is to use the Holy Tree to bind the two witches’ true souls."

"The third step, I send a beacon to inform the eternal fire, then you Horn survive until the giant dragon’s support arrives."

"What’s the difference between saying this and not saying anything?" Horn snapped his notebook shut, "Explain how to bind them?"

"Draw the Holy Tree over, envelop an area, as long as you Horn are present and not dead, then the Holy Tree will handle these two true souls itself, since they are its severed souls."

"Then tell me how to draw it over!"

Cynthia pointed a giant dragon claw at Hilov: "I will teach you a method, you will draw it over."

Horn grew wary: "What are you doing? What’s her connection to this?"

"Why do you think Serafe, after her divine descent, didn’t kill Hilov and start over? Her body has a significant origin, as does her soul," Cynthia gazed at Hilov, "Don’t you want to know where your consciousness originated from?"

"Yes, that’s my primary reason for coming here."

A bizarre smile appeared on Cynthia’s giant dragon head: "Put it this way, what has been powering your heart all along is the Holy Tree.

Usually, Lilith and Miseria’s true souls orbit the Holy Tree with their anchors, communicating with believers, utilizing necromancy and divine art.

Guess why it would use its dwindling energy to do so?"

The Wolf Woman’s ears suddenly pricked up, she seemed incredulous as she looked at Cynthia: "Are you saying..."

"From a certain perspective, you could be considered the younger sister of sisters Miseria and Lilith..."