I am a witch, I must suppress all enemies

Thus, before dawn arrived, the group crossed the border without any danger and officially entered the territory of the Principality of Harlan.

The border area is a strategically important land, which not only has magnificent natural scenery but also has strict military defense.

The border is winding and is composed of towering walls and bottomless moats.

On the city wall, the patrolling figures of the soldiers stretched out in the morning sun. They were wearing silver armor, which gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

There are watchtowers at regular intervals, and the sentries patrol the surroundings vigilantly with their sharp eyes to ensure that no movement escapes their sight.

The Harun army stationed on the border is a well-trained and well-equipped force.

Just look at the formation they are rehearsing in the distance and you will know that they have strict discipline.

The leader of the army was none other than Serian, the legendary figure who had seized the Last Sword.

He was tall and burly, with well-defined muscles, as if each contained explosive power. His dark brown hair stood on end.

In his hand was a legendary greatsword - the Blade of Glory, the blade shining brightly in the sunlight.

The other knights were also nearby.

There was a familiar figure inside, none other than the Bow Paladin - Alaid. He was still the same, wearing a black mask and cold armor.

"I didn't expect him to be divine too. It seems the one I fought was just a clone."

Claire muttered to herself, "At that time, she was just a divine revelation, thinking Aled was just an ethereal spirit. She hadn't expected that she had misjudged me."

For a magician, summoning a clone is not a difficult task, but it requires a high level of operation.

Claire doesn't like this kind of delicate work.

As Claire and the others approached the border, Cerrian and the others certainly noticed them.

He strode forward and greeted her warmly, but his sharp eyes kept scanning Claire.

Claire felt Serian's gaze and felt a little confused, but she didn't think much about it.

"We've met before. You should know what we're here for."

Raziel was also looking around, as if looking for partners in the magic society.

Serian laughed and said, "Of course I remember. I will never forget the majesty of the young lady."

Then, changing the subject, Cerrian looked at Claire sharply, "Ms. Claire was able to withstand the final sword. Why is that?"

Uh, well, it looks like my plan to defect is going to fail.

The current situation has become delicate.

She glanced at Raziel, who had noticed the change in atmosphere and nodded slightly to signal her to be careful.

"I just got lucky."

However, Cerrian was not fooled by her answer.

The sturdy man's smile grew even colder. "Luck? I'm afraid it's not that simple."

The surrounding troops slowly closed in. Some powerful individuals also began to gather on one side, forming an invisible barrier.

"Ms. Claire, we have already found out the identity you have been hiding."

Serian said seriously, "You are a witch, right?"

"I do not know what you're talking about."

Claire expressed her innocence.

"Stop pretending," said Cerrian. "Withstanding the power of the Last Sword is something no ordinary person can possess. Your identity as a witch has been exposed."

"You should know the value of a witch's body to the magical world. Although I also think it's cruel..."

Celian raised his sword. "I'm sorry... but we fought side by side before. Please sacrifice your life for your country!"

Sacrifice for the country? Claire sneered, I am not from your country.

Seeing that something was wrong, Raziel quickly cast a spell, and a protective barrier instantly appeared around them, blocking the surrounding enemy forces.

"Claire, we must leave here quickly!" Raziel whispered, preparing to cast teleportation magic.

"I'm coming too! Claire, I want to help too!"

The second generation of the Holy King, Arya, stretched out her hand, and dazzling golden light attached to everyone.

Although she is still very young, she is very talented.

Claire nodded, turned around and smiled at Celian, "You rotten fish and shrimp, you still want to stop me?"

There are more than ten powerful saints surrounding him, and the four knights leading them are veteran saints.

Behind them, there was an old man who vaguely seemed to have reached the realm of freedom, emitting an oppressive aura.

However, the real headache is these armies.

This is a magic army. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers formed a magic circle that cannot be stopped by human power.

The magic circle unfolded, and the sky and the earth were filled with magical fluctuations, as if the entire space was distorted.

"Then let's test the power of our Harlan Magic Army!"

"You really don't know your own limitations." Claire sneered and clenched her fists.

The four knights quickly dispersed, surrounding Claire and the others. The other holy knights also drew their weapons, and some ranged mages cast sacred-level spells.

Farther away, the magic army's formation has been activated, and dense magic arrays have appeared in the sky, and the energy fluctuations are becoming stronger and stronger.

Raziel had begun chanting the teleportation spell, and the air around him began to flicker with a faint light. However, it was soon disrupted by the divine magician, and the space became unstable.

"Nmd!"

Claire knew she couldn't hesitate any longer.

She waved her hand, and a powerful fist wind carrying powerful magic suddenly attacked Celian and other nearby holy warriors, stirring up a violent airflow and sucking them into it, causing the four knights to be shocked and angry.

"You actually want to challenge all thirteen of us at the same time?!"

Among these thirteen people, there are magicians and warriors, and the weapons they use are also varied.

"I don't have time to deal with you guys." Claire said coldly.

The Star Blasting Fist struck hard, sending Celian flying.

One of the magicians chanted a spell loudly, and a strong light suddenly hit her. However, Claire ignored it and her true energy surged, directly ignoring the magician's light shooting.

Then she charged into the enemy ranks, her hair flying and her momentum surging. Her fists, laced with magical energy, instantly engaged the three knights.

Claire's fists were like a violent storm, and the four knights were momentarily unable to resist. Their swords clashed harshly under Claire's powerful attack, sending up bursts of sparks.

Celian vomited a mouthful of blood and stared closely at Claire's every move, with an inexplicable light flashing in his eyes.

"How did your strength increase so quickly? Is it because of the witch?"

"Catch her! The secret is what I've been waiting for!" roared one of the knights, his sword was knocked away and his arm was slightly numb.

At that moment, the Archer Paladin Aled stood in the distance, his bow drawn and arrow drawn, the tip of the arrow gleaming with purple magical brilliance. He aimed at Claire's head and heart, and the concentrated magic power continued to gather on the arrow, making the light more and more dazzling.

"Claire, be careful!" Arya exclaimed.

Claire's eyes flashed, and she quickly cast a defensive spell. A golden barrier rose in front of her.