I am a witch, I must suppress all enemies

The next day soon came.

Claire barely slept all night, except for meditating more.

Although she no longer needs sleep at this level, she must maintain the stability of her personality in order to reach a higher level.

Of course, some practitioners don’t think so.

Power and happiness, the latter chooses power, and for the sake of power, they can transform themselves into monsters, thus losing their human form. Some practitioners may maintain a human appearance, but their core is no longer human.

Instead, it becomes a machine that continuously climbs to the peak of power.

Although there is a sentence in Claire's previous life's classic "The Great Learning" that says a gentleman will do everything to the utmost, the original meaning is that a gentleman will do everything to the utmost and finally reach the state of perfection.

If Claire were to make a choice, power would only be a means to transcendence and achieve freedom, and the pursuit of power itself should not be regarded as an end in itself, as that would be putting the cart before the horse.

......

The next day soon came.

Claire leaned against the wall, her face serious. The young Guardian Knight came running over in a panic, reporting breathlessly.

"Sir! Outside..."

"Okay, I already know." Claire interrupted him.

The noise outside the village was incomparable. Countless magicians, knights, and swordsmen had gathered outside the village. How could Claire not be aware of such a large-scale commotion? She had noticed this large-scale blockade as early as dawn.

"Don't wake up Sheila and the others yet." Claire pointed to the girls on the bed.

"Let me do the bad things."

The soldier nodded, and Claire turned and walked out the door. She took a deep breath and pushed the wooden door open. The glaring sunlight outside made her squint slightly.

Outside the village, the dense crowd fell silent upon seeing Claire appear. Some gripped the hilts of their swords, while others clutched their staffs.

There was a complicated look in everyone's eyes.

There is anger, resentment, surprise, greed...even solemnity and fear.

Great, it looks like all of Harun’s secrets have come out.

Among them, there are quite a few at the sacred level, and there are also two or three old guys at the unrestrained level.

Claire walked to the village entrance, looked around, and said coldly to the enemies who were staring at her eagerly.

"Everyone, coming uninvited is a bad guest. Don't you understand this principle?"

A knight in silver armor stood up, holding a sword, and said angrily.

"Witch, you led the slaves of death to slaughter hundreds of thousands of my Harlan troops! What is your crime?"

Others also clamored, wishing they could sleep on his skin and eat his flesh.

"Revenge for the tens of thousands of heroic souls of Harlan!"

"Witch, I will break your bones! I will refine your bones into a life weapon!"

Well, an honest magician reveals his thoughts.

Claire frowned slightly and sneered, "If you want to arrest me, you should be mentally prepared. No matter how many people die, it's all your own fault!"

The knight's face turned ashen, and the strong men around him also showed angry expressions.

Their anger almost devoured the woman in front of them.

"We will not let your crimes go!" the knight shouted, the sword in his hand flashing with a cold light.

Claire said coldly, "Crime? Beat me if you want! Why bother talking? I still have Death Slaves in my hands! Come over here if you're not afraid of death!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's face changed drastically and they couldn't help but take two steps back.

"Haha, what a bunch of cowards!"

At this time, a middle-aged wizard in a gorgeous robe came out, holding a staff engraved with runes in his hand.

He has an elegant temperament and a friendly manner. He smiled and said:

"Witch, we just hope for justice," the mage said in a low voice. "The existence of death has caused too much panic and turmoil."

"You released that monster, and we wasted tens of thousands of magic soldiers' lives before we could seal it. It wasn't enough, it also slaughtered several cities along the way."

"Don't you feel guilty?"

This old man is trying to ruin my faith.

Claire scoffed, "Everything has a cause and an effect. If you hadn't wanted to capture me and my Witch's Law, how could you have suffered such a disaster?"

The middle-aged mage said, "That's not the way to put it. We want to capture you, but how can your life be compared to the lives of hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians?"

"Cause and effect cannot be calculated in this way." The mage said slowly,

"The ancients said that if you completely destroy a single straw, the whole world will collapse. This illustrates the principle that everything is connected. Although small causes can lead to large results, it does not necessarily mean that small causes completely equal large results."

"If your resistance leads to the destruction of the world simply because we're arresting you, then you think you're doing nothing wrong. Do you really think that's the right thing to do?"

Claire smiled and said, "Old man, there's no need to belabor the point. People must take responsibility for their own choices. We were all about to be killed by your magic circle back then."

"Your formation is being suppressed by the entire army, which means every single one of your soldiers has a grudge against me. It is my right to kill everyone!"

The old man wanted to continue to defend himself, "The soldiers were just following orders and were innocent..."

Claire shouted, "No need to say more! If you want to fight, then fight! With a third-rate rhetorician like you, you still want to disrupt my Dao heart?"

Dao Heart? What does that mean? The old magician was confused. The female magicians beside him were already impatient.

"Captain, why are you still talking to her? Let's attack together and turn her into ashes!" A grumpy female magician screamed, pulling out her magic sword, the blade flashing with a cold light.

As soon as these words were spoken, the surrounding knights and mages were eager to try and were ready to take action at any time.

The tension in the air grew thicker, and only the villagers watching trembled.

Poor alchemist Shanlesa stood helplessly by, looking at Claire with a sad expression.

She knew her shop was doomed. If these guys started fighting, the whole village might be reduced to ashes.

But Shanlesha is just a prop master, she has no practical ability, and her realm is also a pitifully low divine enlightenment realm.

"Oh, why is my life so miserable?"

We kindly received the guest from outside, but it turned out that the guest was a big devil-level character, and it seemed that he didn't even care about the entire Harun.

And an epic battle will take place on their own doorstep.

Poor and helpless Shanlesa took a nostalgic look at her shop, calmly deployed the teleportation array, and then found that the legendary magic had failed.

Uh, it turns out these magicians were afraid that Claire would escape, so they set up the barrier in advance.

Well, Shan Lesha had no choice but to gather her friends from the same village and run away on foot.

A strong man from Harlan saw this and grabbed Shanlesa's arm, scolding her, "With such a powerful enemy at our doorstep, why are you running away?"