I am a witch, I must suppress all enemies

"My wife and children were reduced to ashes in an instant, without even having time to scream."

"An entire era of civilization was destroyed because of a fight between a few people..."

"So you even hate magicians? But you're a magician too, right? I understand. You mean your world was destroyed because of a fight between the Primordial God and an unknown god?"

The young man pondered, "Then these so-called ancient gods of yours were nothing more than refugees. And the original god took pity on you and passed down the method of practicing magic?"

"And then what? Did she get so upset with you that she eliminated you?"

Hemer sneered, "That's because that woman realized her mistake. She didn't select people with the right character and rashly spread the Dharma. That's why those people quickly became corrupted."

"She was only breathing her last breath at the time, so she killed Eternal Sun and his followers with a single blow. Well done to her... Eternal Sun and his followers should have died long ago."

"They think they are the new gods, completely superior to all others. Little do they know that they are merely more powerful. In reality, if they were not the first generation to receive the Dharma and have the virtue to pass it on, their spiritual realm would never have reached that level."

Generally, the disciples of the person who founded the Dharma are the first generation of recipients of the Dharma. Because the practice of the Dharma has just appeared, the first group of people to get on board, no matter how poor their qualifications are, will gain great benefits because of the merit of spreading the Dharma to the world.

Hemer continued, "The Primordial God should have killed all the practitioners! She went to transcend her own, why would she pass this thing down?"

"I will correct her mistakes!"

The young man asked, "How do you plan to destroy this world? I want to see it with my own eyes."

"Are you begging for mercy?"

The young man said helplessly, "You can understand it that way. But I am at least a sacred level. Although I am like an ant in your eyes, I can still be your soldier, right?"

"Oh. My name is Gareth, nicknamed Skybreaker. I'm the leader of the Sky Magic Society."

"What do you think? This lovely lady. The 'daughter' of the 'great' man?"

Gareth emphasized the word "daughter".

This man said he wanted to destroy the family and achieve absolute justice, but he quietly adopted a daughter.

I want to see if you can leave the best things for your daughter!

Gareth thought viciously in his heart, and then saw Hemer's half-smile on his face, his heart skipped a beat, and he ran away at the speed of light.

"Very well, my lord. If you think I am unworthy of being a spectator, then for the sake of the secrecy of this plan, I must die. I will be content to die at your hands."

Hemer said quietly, "Even if you spread this to the whole world, I'm not afraid. No one in this world can stop me except those old guys."

"The strongest group of gods and dragons have been slapped to death by the Primordial God."

"The remaining old fellows...are merely those who are barely surviving. Sometimes they are awake, sometimes they are asleep. They have survived to this day in order to prolong their lives. They have no interest in the outside world."

"Even if the world is destroyed, there's no guarantee they'll emerge from the Sanctuary!"

Gareth pretended to be overjoyed and flattered, "Ah. Then I guess nothing in the world can stop you, my lord."

"Then why are you so hesitant to act? Based on your strength above the Heavenly Gate, it's enough to wipe out this world in an instant, right?"

Hemer said, "That's because I need time to choose the perfect person who meets my ideal."

After saying that, Hemer led Fate and Gareth to the room deepest in the base.

When I pushed open the heavy metal door, a gust of cold air hit me in the face, carrying with it a pungent smell of medicine.

The light in the room was dim, with only a few beams of cold light projected from the ceiling, illuminating the rows of neatly arranged culture tanks.

These culture tanks are made of transparent glass and are filled with light green culture fluid, while the human bodies inside the liquid appear exceptionally pale in the dim light.

Fate and Gareth's eyes wandered over these culture tanks. They could see a human outline in each tank, some looked young, and some looked mature.

Gareth walked over to one of the tanks, which had a label on it:

"Ariel, born in the village of Blassil in the Principality of Harlan. She is kind and helpful, never letting personal interests take precedence over public service..."

Then he looked at the other culture tanks:

"Lillian grew up in a small town on the edge of the Delphin Forest. Known for her gentleness and patience, she treats every life with compassion. Her good deeds often inspire those around her, bringing them warmth and hope."

"Calvin was born into a mining family in the Nolan Mountains. He was known for his tenacity and courage, never backing down from difficulties or challenges. His honesty and straightforwardness earned him the respect and trust of those around him."

"Darian, a shepherd who grew up in Avalon Heights, was known for his optimism and enthusiasm, always facing challenges with a positive attitude. His love of nature and care for animals made him beloved by his neighbors."

There was a trace of sadness in Fate's eyes. She saw someone familiar.

"Alicia Testrosa, the biological daughter of Grand Mage Precia, died in an accident. However, she was kind and gentle, so a replica was created, hoping that when she awakens one day, she will acquire the same qualities."

Hemer walked to Alicia's culture tank and gently touched the glass surface. His eyes revealed a complex emotion, as if he was examining his own masterpiece.

"That's right. Fate, this is a product that failed before. It can't be awakened, and you are a success."

Gareth looked at the densely packed culture tanks. He could faintly hear the fluctuations of space magic coming from the depths of the room. It was conceivable that what lay before Gareth was definitely not just these.

"How many people did you kidnap?"

"Including the inner spaces, there are probably 50,000 people. I've been selecting over thousands of years, searching for people of noble character in different eras."

“These,” he said slowly, “are the seeds I carefully selected. They will carry my vision and become the creators of the new world.”

The atmosphere in the room seemed unusually heavy, with only the gentle humming of the magic machine and the sound of the culture fluid gently surging breaking the silence.

Gareth swallowed hard, "So you're ready to destroy the world?"

Hemer shook his head. "Not enough. Only 5 people. My method is wrong."