I am a witch, I must suppress all enemies

Each attack was as shocking as thunder, causing the formation to tremble violently.

Sweat continued to drip from the old man's forehead, his face growing paler, and his hands trembled slightly from the continuous output of magic power. He knew that if this continued, they would not be able to hold on for much longer.

"Quick, everyone concentrate your strength!" the old man ordered with gritted teeth.

The soldiers of the army responded in unison, injecting their strength into the formation.

However, the monster's attacks became more and more fierce, and each collision dimmed the light of the formation.

He was the unrivaled powerhouse in the divine realm of the past, a man of his own making who dominated the world.

A noble person who has transcended freedom, controls his own destiny, and is not bound by self-attachment and attachment to Dharma.

Even in death, contaminated by foreign powers, his divine might in life remains as strong as it was in the past.

The monster seemed to find a trace of its own consciousness in the release of power, and blood flowed from its empty eyes.

"Roar----!!"

Finally, with a deafening roar of unwillingness, the Slave of Death remembered the unwillingness and anger he felt before his death.

A powerful man of his generation could not even see the face of his enemy. The breath of the corpse from the foreign land turned into a spear, piercing through his sea of consciousness and controlling his body.

This resentment grew stronger and stronger, and finally brought his power to its peak.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The noble man eventually forgot that the people below were all magicians like him, and only resentment remained in his heart.

The power reached its peak, and the black light suddenly burst out, like countless sharp blades, madly tearing the defense of the formation.

The light of the great formation flickered violently, and finally collapsed with a mournful cry. The soldiers were thrown back by the powerful impact and fell to the ground, groaning in pain.

The old man was also knocked back a few steps, blood oozing from his mouth, his eyes full of helplessness and pain.

"Let's go!" Claire said excitedly, and their figures finally disappeared in the light of teleportation magic.

Only the old man's grief and anger remained.

"Do not--"

They will face the wrath of the Death Slaves.

Perhaps the entire Harun army will be destroyed here.

The black monster's screams pierced the night sky. With a bloodthirsty gleam in its eyes, it pounced on the soldiers of the army without restraint.

The old man endured the pain in his body, gritted his teeth, and tried to gather his magic power again, but his strength was on the verge of exhaustion. Watching the soldiers fall one after another, his heart was broken.

"Go! You are Harlan's future!"

The old man said to dozens of saints.

Then he raised the staff in his hand with all his strength, turning it into binding magic and biting the monster tightly.

The monster was suppressed and became even more crazy. Countless black light rains fell from the sky, devouring the last bit of resistance of Harun's army.

The magic soldiers tried their best to deploy a protective shield, but in this desperate situation, their resistance seemed so insignificant.

"General! We can't hold on any longer!" a captain shouted in despair, his face covered in blood and sweat.

"Hold on! For Harun!" the general roared.

"It's all the damn old guy's fault! Why are we catching witches? Our army is going to be destroyed here."

A low-level magician roared angrily, his eyes filled with resentment towards the old man.

The old man remained silent.

Cerrian gritted his teeth and said, "Now, we can only divert the disaster to Carlisle! Let the Holy Church deal with it!"

Many of the Saints hesitated. This was extremely dangerous. That thing could kill Wujiu in one strike. As for small fry like them, they would explode with just one look.

The old man said, "Well, let me use my secret technique to attract it."

"Perhaps eighty to ninety thousand lives will be lost."

There was sadness in everyone's eyes, but there was nothing they could do.

Some people regretted their decision and wondered why they had provoked the witch. But the eyes of many were filled with hatred. He was a native of Harlan, and his own army was about to be destroyed. Apart from hatred for the witch, his heart was devoid of any other emotions.

As for whether catching the witch is right or wrong.

Well, he had consciously ignored this question.

The old man immediately organized his soldiers and rushed towards the monster. "Follow me! For Harun's future!"

The soldiers responded and followed the old man's footsteps. They knew this might be their last battle, but for Harun, they did not retreat.

......

Ignoring the impending doom of Harun's army, Claire and the others had already been teleported to an unknown place.

Fortunately, Raziel knew the location.

"This is Fia Grassland." Raziel said softly, looking around to confirm their safety.

The Fia grassland is located in the interior of Harlan and is vast and boundless. It is now noon, and the midsummer sun shines on the green grass. The breeze blows, bringing bursts of fragrance.

Occasionally, you can see herds of wild horses running around and birds flying in the sky.

"Further in, there's a vast forest. It's at the foot of a mountain range running along the border of this country."

"It seems to be called the Gerbaloha Foothills Forest."

Claire took a deep breath, relaxing her tense nerves a bit. She turned to look at the others, all of whom were catching their breaths and recovering. The battle and teleportation had consumed a great deal of their physical strength and magic power.

"We are safe for now." Claire said.

But it was only temporary. Harun could no longer stay.

Well, maybe no country can stay here anymore. As long as the news about the witch gets out, all countries will go crazy.

Looking at the knights around him, he found that only half of the 100 knights originally abducted from Carlisle were left.

This is such a tragic story.

Sheila nodded, a hint of worry still on her face. "We can't stay here for long. Although we've escaped pursuit for now, Harlan's army will eventually find us."

"Perhaps we should stay in seclusion and wait until the Holy King's secret art of light is perfected. Then you and the Holy King will be safe." Knight Bruce said.

Arya didn't have a clear opinion, and when she saw the other knights agreeing, she looked at Claire inquiringly.

"Raziel, do you know of a place to rest nearby?"

Raziel pondered for a moment and said, "There is a small village not far south of the Fiya Grassland. We can rest there for a while and then plan our next move."

"Okay, let's do it." Claire agreed.

"Of course, we need to dress up."

Along the way, they carefully avoided any contact with possible danger.

The Principality of Harlan is indeed a country of magic. Students from the magic academy can be seen everywhere on the streets, and the boys and girls are chattering and using some strange and bizarre life magic.

Even on the country roads, there are wizards passing by wearing wizard hats.

The guardian knights had already taken off their armor and disguised themselves as mercenaries, but the holy power on their bodies was too obvious, so Claire had no choice but to cover it up with magic.

Although the holy power was created by Argon, it is still magic in essence, and is the product of the combination of light magic and vitality.