I am a witch, I must suppress all enemies

Located in the heart of the city, the Royal Palace is where the king and nobles reside and conduct government affairs. The interior of the palace is luxurious and exquisitely decorated, and every detail reflects the royal dignity and majesty.

The inner room, the king's bedroom, was filled with rich fragrance and shrouded in golden light. The bed standing in the center of the room was wrapped in gauze, making it look even more noble and elegant.

The purple bed curtain hangs directly after falling to the floor, and the golden edge is as delicate as silk. The gorgeous bed covering does not look ostentatious.

Argonne XIV, the dying old man, holds a report from the front line in his hand.

He has ruled the kingdom for more than sixty years, but the desire for power rooted in his heart has not diminished in the slightest.

In the struggle for power, even taking a step back will lead to a desperate situation from which one will never be able to recover.

It has been hundreds of years since this country was reduced from the Holy Argonne Empire to the Kingdom of Carlisle, but every generation of kings has wanted to restore the glory of the empire.

However, the cruelty of history lies in the fact that individual initiative seems so powerless in the tide of interest conflicts among countless subjects.

In the past, the practice of "calling souls" was prevalent among the people, so he used the excuse of suppressing "witches" to purge a group of nobles who were secretly disobeying him; now he wants to expel the magicians whose minds are out of control from this theocratic country.

"My king, magicians cannot be killed."

In the silhouette of the palace, an old man stood quietly, a dark robe clinging tightly to his thin body.

"My Prime Minister, this country is already in turmoil and cannot withstand another major purge. Magicians are always a destabilizing factor."

"Their power is secondary. It's mainly because some people in the association, besides delving into magic, also want to speak out... They talk too much."

"Isn't all this because you want to start a war?" The prime minister's voice was a little sarcastic.

"I know your child has studied at the Eastern Magic Academy. I can turn a blind eye to that. After all, you've been with me for so long, I don't want to argue with you about this."

"But you cannot get involved in the fights between princes."

The old man coughed violently for a while, and a blower-like sound could be heard in his chest and back, and he was breathing heavily.

"Death is not a terrible thing. The only regret is that before I die, I cannot fulfill my country's long-cherished wish and cannot reproduce the great achievements of Argonne."

"Maybe it's because I'm old, but I often hear the voice of the Argunzu god in my dreams."

"Is it worth it? What will happen to the common people?" The prime minister seemed to be asking the king, but also seemed to be asking himself.

The inner room fell into a long silence.

After a while, a guard came hurriedly and took a look at the prime minister.

"Say!"

The guard said, "An adventurer killed the Death Slave and presented the remains!"

"What??"

Argon XIV's cloudy eyes widened involuntarily. He gasped, "But the one on Hengduan Mountain?"

"Yes!"

The prime minister narrowed his eyes and said, "Oh, Wang You, this is a huge matter."

This isn't a big deal, it's clearly...

The last time the Slave of Death came down the mountain, wherever the black fog covered, everyone, whether mortal or strong, dried up and died.

Besides, this is war time.

The Hengduan Mountains are firmly pinned to the Imer Plain within the territory of Carlisle.

"Damn it!" Wang threw the report in his hand to the ground.

"Let the adventurers in! I want to know what's going on!"

Argon XIV roared, then coughed continuously, as if he was about to die.

Soon, led by the guards, Xila and other adventurers came in with a coffin.

Soon after, the strong men of the church also rushed over. Pope Clement and a group of paladins looked at the coffin vigilantly. They had also heard about this incident.

"Open!"

As the coffin was opened, everyone opened their eyes wide.

Clement's body was trembling a little. He had studied history for many years and knew its characteristics.

Even though it had died long ago, the thick black mist emanating from its body was difficult to destroy even by the power of holy light.

"This is a powerful being close to the divine... No, perhaps it has already reached that level."

"You killed him? But it seems that your highest level is only the Divine Enlightenment Realm?" Clement showed disbelief.

Xila just shook her head: "Your Excellency, we didn't kill him, it was one of our companions."

"It's just that she's not used to the etiquette and solemnity here, so she didn't come."

Clement nodded. The strong always have some arrogance, and this wreckage cannot be faked.

At this moment, the Paladin beside him suddenly said, "Adventurer, please tell us about your battle."

This paladin was a powerful ethereal being, emitting a terrifying aura. His azure eyes looked up and down at Xila.

He was a fighter and knew that killing such a "monster" would be quite difficult. Even if the law had entered the divine realm, it would not be defeated by ordinary people.

Sheila looked embarrassed.

"What's wrong? Is there any inconvenience?"

"Yeah. We didn't actually contribute anything during the battle. We were even so far away that we didn't see how it was defeated."

"It was very fast, and several of our companions were killed in an instant. Then we wanted to retreat...but that person cut off our retreat."

The Paladin nodded. "So, what realm is your companion at?"

Sheila said bluntly, "She's very powerful. She broke through the Void Spirit during the battle and defeated this monster."

The hall fell into silence for a long time.

Both the king and the prime minister remained silent.

Finally, the Fourteenth said, "You can go down. You have made great contributions this time. I will reward you later."

The adventurers bowed and left the palace.

As soon as they left, the knight shouted, "My king! This woman is absolutely lying! She is hiding something."

"How can a Hollow Spirit defeat a monster that has entered the divine realm?"

"Damn adventurer!" the other knights also shouted.

"Quiet!"

The Fourteenth Emperor looked at the Prime Minister beside him and asked, "What do you think?"

"Geniuses do exist in this world. Besides, the female spearman's words alone don't prove anything."

"Besides. Is this important?"

The Fourteenth's expression was uncertain. "A powerful being who can kill the Holy One, whose background is unknown, has come to my royal city, and at this time of year. Do you think it's important?"

The Prime Minister laughed and said, "Ah, so that's the reason. King, isn't that perfect? This time, the magicians from Harlan want to seize the 'Last Sword', so let's take them all in one fell swoop."

"Besides, to the Holy Church, what does a saint mean?"