I am a witch, I must suppress all enemies

Fulilian sighed, "I still can't understand it. The only thing I know is magic. As for the rest, I don't even consider it."

"Hahaha. Then you really are on the right track."

Claire smiled happily. "Magic is such a joyful thing. Don't worry or think too much. One day, you will realize your destiny, sooner or later..."

Fulilian muttered inwardly, "I don't want to be told that by a little brat."

"Speaking of which, Raziel, what you're talking about looks a lot like the magical technology prevalent in the Kingdom of Cattlan, right?"

Raziel deadpanned, "Yes. I've been to that country and absorbed their inspiration."

"After the initiation stage, the Cattelans condense a 'telekinetic core' within their bodies. This is the magical organ that allows them to use magic, absorb mana and process it into mana."

"Their telekinetic cores can store magic, and they can also use magical devices."

"To cast magic, a concept called a 'trigger' is required: chanting, commanding, stance, performing specific actions, and finally, the magic device triggering."

"Because they don't cultivate themselves, their lifespans are very short. Even up to the SSS level of mercenaries, that's not enough."

"SSS level, isn't that an unrestrained strongman? Isn't Sister Claire at the unrestrained level?" Beren shouted from the side.

"Don't forget, their magic power has only reached this level. Without the transformation of the laws, they are as fragile as paper... And what's even funnier is that their physical enhancement is only temporary. Once the magic is revoked, their bodies will be no different from those of ordinary people."

"And my magic book is my life weapon, fundamentally different from theirs...If I die one day, this book can still become a formidable existence on its own."

Claire was thoughtful.

A life weapon?

Anyone who has entered the realm of divine enlightenment can refine a life weapon.

However, because refining requires the addition of one's own spiritual thoughts, it seems that the life weapon is superior to ordinary weapons, but if the life weapon is damaged, one's own spirit will also be damaged.

In the eyes of low-level practitioners, refining this thing is totally not worth the effort.

Generally, strong and unrestrained people can do this because their Hunyuan is perfect.

Actually, Claire has one too.

But it was not refined with materials such as refined iron.

"Star Attraction Technique—Transformation Technique!"

Claire spoke softly, and saw the witch's law penetrate into the light of the stars. The law and the strongest star energy intertwined and entangled, turning into a "cauldron".

The body of the tripod is covered with star maps, and a blue-silver light flows on its surface.

The power of the stars inside rises and falls, and countless stars of all sizes slowly rotate in the cauldron, like a universe.

"Is this your life weapon?"

Xila was jealous, as she had always wanted to refine her own life weapon.

"It's just the embodiment of energy and laws."

Claire suddenly thought of something and took out the nearly scrapped "Wind and Thunder Fist" from her space bag, then threw it into Dingli.

The Star Cauldron roared and quickly absorbed the essence inside. In the blink of an eye, the glove disappeared.

"Alas, it's just ordinary iron after all."

Raziel was quite surprised. "The laws of your cauldron are so astonishing that even if it swallowed the world, it wouldn't be able to transform into a tangible object, right?"

"Yeah. But there's no need to pursue materialistic things. Being able to hit people is enough."

Everyone discussed a lot more and then continued on their journey. Now more than ten days have passed and they are almost reaching the Far North.

The tower of Bafenni is located in the far north of Lagnia.

In winter, the tower stands tall in the endless ice and snow, like a bridge connecting heaven and earth, and its top is often shrouded in clouds and mist.

This tower is made of ancient runestones, each stone engraved with ancient spells and patterns, which shimmer with a faint blue light under the moonlight. Legend has it that these runes were carved by the Archmage Bafenni himself when he was still alive.

It is still summer now, and the land is full of wheat.

A large group of children were playing in the wheat field.

Claire saw the tower of Bafenni for the first time.

"This might become a witch's base in the future. I don't know if it's a good thing to openly establish a witch's territory now."

Claire didn't think that the guys in the major divine realms would be uninterested in the secrets of the witch.

Raziel consoled him, "According to history, many witches appeared during the Golden Age, and they were all fine. This shows that witches are insignificant to the gods."

"That would be great. But there's one quirk: the witches from the past are gone. Could they be hiding in the divine realm as well?"

Don't think too much.

Finding the witch has always been the long-cherished wish of the witch teacher April.

I pushed open the heavy door of the tower and found no one inside.

All I saw was a spacious hall with ancient wall lamps hanging on the walls, flickering with faint light, illuminating the surroundings.

The hall floor was paved with smooth stone slabs that reflected the light from the wall lamps.

In the center, there is a huge statue of a wizard in a robe and holding a staff. His eyes are deep, as if he is staring at every visitor who enters the tower.

"That could be the Archmage Bafenni. Perhaps the old mage the teacher mentioned is him."

Around the statue, there are some stone tables and stone chairs, on which are scattered some books and scrolls.

There are several doors around the hall leading to different directions. In the innermost corner, there is a spiral staircase that winds up to the higher floors of the tower.

"teacher!"

Claire said loudly.

The only sound that could be heard was the sound reflected from the hall.

Hasn't she come back yet?

Claire still remembers what happened back then.

At that time, she was just a weak ordinary person, and in the dangerous Middle Ages, she might die one day.

That day was also the day she called "the destined day" in her heart.

The girl's light blue skirt fluttered gently in the breeze, like a flower blooming in summer, elegant and noble.

The purple hair swayed gently in the breeze, floating as smoothly as silk threads, and emitting bursts of fragrance.

She led herself onto the path of spiritual practice, freeing herself from her frail mortal body. When she had made some progress, she left Claire to look for fellow witches.

Looking back on the past always makes people feel deeply emotional.

This is not just a favor for preaching, she has deeper feelings for April.

Gratitude? Heartache? Or even a desire to stay by her side forever?

Anyway, Claire decided to wait for April here.

Standing in the wheat field outside and walking a few kilometers north, there is a wasteland.