It felt so good to be close to the witch!

The intense energy collision immediately caught his attention.

One of the colliding parties had an energy fluctuation that seemed somewhat familiar to him; it was the same black-robed, hooded figure from before.

A battle broke out beneath Star Lake?

Although he looked down on the black-robed, hooded figure's behavior of hiding his face, Crimson Sword Callus knew very well that the opponent's peak Gold Saint strength was no joke.

The fact that he could unleash such a level of fighting spirit in combat indicates that the enemy he was facing must be an existence of equal strength!

Is there another golden peak hidden beneath Star Lake?

Crimson Sword Callus frowned.

He hesitated for a moment, his gaze lingering on Shanika, the healing witch by the Star Lake, before finally deciding to hold back for the time being.

He was worried that if something happened to the healing witch Shanica after he left, such as being taken away by someone, although the possibility was very small, he still had to take precautions.

Anyway, the figure in the black robe and hood also possessed the strength of a peak Gold Saint. Even if he couldn't defeat the enemy, he could always escape, so there was no need for him to rush to provide support.

Moreover, he had been displeased with the figure in the black robe and hood for a long time, and he would be happy to see that guy suffer a loss.

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Chapter 90 Moonlight Witch Cecil (A long chapter of 7,000 words, please help!)

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Xinghu Lake is always tranquil and elegant under the night sky, but tonight it is unusually "lively". Even the crimson full moon reflected on the lake surface is shattered by the rippling water.

After deciding not to provide support for the time being, Crimson Sword Callus arrived at the top of a large tree a dozen meters away from Star Lake.

Although he intends to continue to observe, this does not prevent him from getting closer.

Given the chance, Crimson Sword Callus himself would kill that cowardly fellow, but that guy can't die before he gets the A-grade forbidden item - the Lost Ice Coffin.

At this distance, Crimson Sword Callus could clearly sense the obscure and dangerous red magical energy fluctuations emanating from Shanika, the healing witch by the Star Lake.

"legend……"

He spoke in a low voice, his tone carrying an extremely complex meaning.

The Golden Pinnacle may seem to be just one step away from legend, but only knights like them who have reached the Golden Pinnacle know just how difficult it is to take that step.

In the Glorious Empire, as long as you achieve legendary status, you don't need to have any merits; the empire will directly bestow upon you the title of Earl.

Imperial titles range from duke, marquis, earl, viscount, baron, and meritorious official. Reaching the rank of earl means one is considered a great noble, wielding considerable influence even within the Imperial Council.

To obtain a title, a Gold Knight must possess sufficient merit, and the vast majority of them are only lords or barons.

Could "her," who was sealed away only by eight legendary knights sacrificing their lives to form the "Demon-Locking Array" and by the A-grade forbidden artifact, the Lost Ice Coffin, really be killed so easily?

Crimson Sword Calles didn't know what other tricks the Second Prince behind the black-robed, hooded figure had up his sleeve, but for him, nothing else mattered as long as he could get his hands on the A-grade forbidden item—the Lost Ice Coffin.

As for how Blackstone's leadership was affected by this incident, it was of little concern to him.

A night breeze, carrying a damp feel, stirred a few strands of hair peeking out from under the helmet of Crimson Sword Callus.

"boom!"

A loud bang attracted the attention of Crimson Sword Callus. A shocking explosion had occurred on the surface of Star Lake, with water spraying nearly twenty meters high. At the center of the explosion, a figure was sent flying backward, tracing an arc in mid-air before finally landing on the lakeside and crashing into several large trees before barely coming to a stop.

"you?!"

Seeing the disheveled figure amidst the smoke and dust, Crimson Sword Callus showed a hint of surprise in his eyes.

The black robe and hooded figure, a familiar sight, allowed him to recognize the other party at a glance—it was a black-robed, hooded figure with peak Gold-level strength.

To his astonishment, the figure in the black robe and hood was extremely unstable, with multiple bloody wounds on his body, especially the one on his left chest, which was just a hair's breadth away from piercing his heart.

Such severe injuries made Crimson Sword Callus's eyelids twitch.

How long has it been?

It's only been less than a minute since he sensed the energy collision at the bottom of the lake.

The black-robed, hooded figure at the peak of his power was actually at a complete disadvantage?

Realizing something was wrong, Crimson Sword Callus flashed to the side of the black-robed, hooded figure and asked in a low voice, "What's going on?"

"Cough cough..."

The black-robed, hooded figure coughed up several mouthfuls of blood. The blood fell to the ground, emitting a terrifying chill, and in a very short time turned into blood-red ice shards, making Crimson Sword Callus feel increasingly uneasy.

Admittedly, even among those at the peak of the Gold rank, there are differences in strength. A border knight like Crimson Sword Callus, who has fought for many years, is far more capable in actual combat than the figure in the black robe and hood. But even if the figure in the black robe and hood is weak, he is still at the peak of the Gold rank. To injure him like this in less than a minute is something that even Crimson Sword Callus, who is slightly stronger, could not possibly do.

What exactly is the figure in the black robe and hood facing?

The expulsion of several mouthfuls of blood imbued with the violent magic of ice improved the black-robed, hooded figure's condition somewhat. His eyes were fixed on the gradually calming surface of Star Lake as he gritted his teeth and said:

"Crown, witch!"

Crowned Witch...

The four words uttered by the hooded figure in black robes stirred up a tremendous storm in the heart of Crimson Sword Callus.

He knew the true value of those four words.

In terms of hierarchy, Grand and Gold rank are on the same level, but in reality they are far from the same.

Every witch who breaks through to the Grand rank possesses strength far exceeding that of a peak Silver rank before the breakthrough. Among them, even a Gold 1-star Knight wouldn't dare claim they could easily defeat a formidable one. Once such a witch breaks through to the Grand rank, even if it's only just begun, her strength rivals that of a Gold 3-star Knight.

Does this seem very unfair?

But you have to consider the costs to both sides and how difficult it is to make a breakthrough.

The knight's training is methodical and starts from scratch. Although the progress is slow, the risk is very low. From apprentice to formal, bronze, silver and finally gold, one step at a time, allowing the body to gradually adapt to the battle aura. Although most people will not reach the gold rank, as long as they are not impatient and reckless, at least their lives are safe.

But what about witches?

From the moment they awaken, they face immense danger. Not only may their awakening cause irreparable disasters to spread to their surroundings, but the ever-present pollution and the risk of transforming into monsters will also accompany them throughout their lives.

Witches are extremely rare, and those who can break through to the "Grand Rank" are even rarer.

Among hundreds of witches, not even one can become a Grand Witch.

Most witches lack the means to increase their magical power limit. They can only become increasingly corrupted with each use of their innate abilities, eventually either committing suicide or transforming into bloodthirsty and insane monsters.

Witches who can break through to the "Grand Rank" are all beings whose magical power reached the peak of Silver upon awakening; they are absolute genius witches.

The difficulty of breaking through such a huge gap, coupled with the fundamental difference between magic and battle aura, creates a huge difference in strength between knights and witches at the Gold and Grand ranks.

But why would a Grand Witch appear in such a remote place as Blackrock Territory?

Are all the people in the temple useless?!

A Grand Witch has appeared here, and we don't even have a single piece of information about it!

Crimson Sword Callus couldn't understand it, but now was not the time to dwell on it.

The golden-armored knight inside the sealed space remained motionless. The black-robed, hooded figure tried to enter to investigate but was blocked by the Grand Witch. Judging from the situation, he could forget about obtaining the A-rank forbidden item—the Lost Ice Coffin—unless he defeated the Grand Witch.

Having considered this, Crimson Sword Callus made a decision and spoke in a low voice:

"Join forces and defeat her."

Upon hearing this, a smile appeared on the face hidden beneath the hood of the figure in the black robe.

The objective has been achieved.

In the less than one minute of fighting at the bottom of Star Lake, although he was on the lower side, apart from the serious injury he sustained at the beginning when he was ambushed and stabbed in the left chest, the rest of the injuries were all intentional, designed to provoke Crimson Sword Callus to make a move.

Even his being knocked out of the lake was intentional.

Of course, the figure in the black robe and hood had no other choice but to do so.

If he could, he wouldn't want to do it this way either, because the white-haired crowned witch's strength was simply outrageous.

The terrifying chill that still made his body tremble slightly despite the barrier of his battle aura caused him to consume far more battle aura than he had imagined.

If they keep fighting, he'll really die there in five minutes at most.

This made the black-robed, hooded figure realize that he alone was no match for this white-haired, crowned witch. He had to join forces with the Crimson Sword Callus to have any chance of resisting or even defeating her.

As for killing the other party? The figure in the black robe and hood didn't even dare to think about it.

Let the temple worry about this.

……

The rippling lake gradually calmed down, and in the end, even the ripples that had been stirred up remained still, just like in the painting.

Under the crimson moon, the waters of Star Lake, which were slightly red, began to turn white. In the blink of an eye, except for the waterless hollow area in the center, the entire lake surface froze into ice.

"Click, click!"

Thick icicles sprouted and bulged from the frozen lake surface, and in just a few seconds, the originally flat surface of Xinghu Lake was transformed into a jungle of icicles.

A chilling aura, visible to the naked eye, rose in wisps, and the temperature dropped rapidly. A thin layer of frost covered the surface of the trees around Xinghu Lake.

Winter is coming!

On the highest ice crystal pillar stood the Ice Witch Ais, her crimson dress fluttering slightly in the night breeze. In her hand she held a magnificent ice longsword with a bloodline running down its spine. Her pale silver eyes gazed indifferently and ruthlessly at the black-robed, hooded figure and the scarlet sword Callus on the shore of Star Lake.

A strong sense of crisis welled up in the hearts of the black-robed, hooded figure and the Crimson Sword Callus, their gazes falling on the Bloodline Ice Sword in the hand of the Grand Witch opposite them.

"You lasted a minute against a Grand Witch of this caliber?"

Crimson Sword Callus glanced at the black-robed, hooded figure beside him, his voice tinged with rare admiration.

"...Stop talking nonsense." The black-robed, hooded figure's face twitched. "Let's fight to the death, or we might both die here today."

Crimson Sword Callus withdrew his gaze, and crimson battle aura rose from his body.

He knew the figure in the black robe and hood was right.

This white-haired Grand Witch's strength is ridiculously high.

……

"Gulu gulu..."