Witch: Accumulate Experience Through The Knight Breathing Technique

Chapter 1239: Ascension to the Fifth Circle (4)

Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

“Lord Simon… please don’t kill me. My name is Nola, and I am your admirer,” the unfortunate witch trembled, tears streaming down her face.

“Oh, I’m curious, how much do you admire me?” Simon’s eyes sparkled with amusement.

“As long as you don’t kill me, I’ll do anything you want. I can leave the Witch’s Family and become your servant,” Nola replied, blushing as she fantasized about being accepted by Simon.

“Winnie spoke up, “Lord Simon, Nola’s mother is also a Fifth-Circle Wizard and currently resides in the Dark Ancient Tower. I don’t think you need to offend another Fifth-Circle Wizard, do you? Besides, we are willing to give you everything in our storage rings. There’s no need for this to be a matter of life and death.”

Simon listened without a word, leaving the witches in a state of unease.

Then, he grinned and said, “Sorry, but I still want to… kill you!”

Despair washed over Nola and Winnie, cursing Anya internally for escaping with only Sierra and not taking them along.

Simon’s eyes shot out flames, slicing through Nola’s protective force field like tofu. She was cut in half, her body already partially cooked.

Boom!

As Simon attacked Nola, Winnie sprang into action. Her attack, however, failed to breach Simon’s protective field.

Simon grabbed Winnie’s throat, her face turning crimson as she struggled to breathe.

In the next moment, Winnie’s flesh and bones ignited, turning to black ash that Simon blew away with a breath.

Casually dealing with two Fourth-Circle Wizards, Simon suddenly looked outside.

“Bold heretic, how dare you steal our sacred treasure!”

From the sky descended an imperial archmage in a purple robe, wielding an array that summoned a thick purple lightning bolt.

Simon raised a hand, and a volcanic eruption sent a crimson river of fire soaring into the sky.

After a stunning clash, flames and lightning tangled in the heavens.

“You must be Archmage Kaustat, the Thunderbolt Supreme Mage’s prized student. I have other matters today; I’ll visit you another time,” Simon said as the shockwave dissipated. He had already fled with the Dead Soul Date Tree.

Thunderbolt looked grimly at the ground below, sending chains of lightning to capture the surviving witches.

“Let us go! The Witch’s Family won’t forgive you!” one witch shouted.

“You invaded our land, killed our followers, and robbed our treasury. Now you claim to have a case? I won’t kill you; I’ll cleanse your twisted, dark, greedy, and evil hearts with thunder!” Thunderbolt sneered.

He captured the witches alive and headed towards the Thunder Punishment Tribunal.

A thousand miles away, Anya and Sierra were flying swiftly through the air.

“I believe my strike should have broken through Simon’s array. I wonder if they managed to escape…” Anya said, his face somber. This was the most dangerous moment they had faced since their mission began.

Since Simon’s ascension to the Fifth Circle, the gap between geniuses like them and top-tier geniuses had become insurmountable. In the Witch’s Family, only the Snow Lotus Witch could stand against him.

“Thank you, Anya,” Sierra said, still shaken.

“You’re welcome. We didn’t have enough time to save more people,” Anya replied, feeling a bit frustrated.

“Don’t let it weigh on you. It’s not your fault. Besides, I suspect there’s a traitor in the Witch’s Family… Otherwise, how could Simon have appeared here so coincidentally?” Phantom Witch added.

“Without reaching the Fifth Circle, we are nothing but ants in the fifth layer,” Anya sighed, vowing to himself to reach the Fifth Circle within fifteen years. One day, he would face Simon head-on without his mother’s help to avenge today’s humiliation.

Phantom Witch looked at her communication device with a glimmer of hope. “Good news! Shaman said she and Amy escaped in the chaos. Let’s meet up with them. It seems only Natalia didn’t make it.”

Anya frowned and said, “Wait, this could be a trap set by Simon. Let’s not go just yet!”

Phantom Witch nodded, “You’re right. I got too excited. We need to stay rational. I’m not as cautious as you.”

“I learned it from someone else—always think of the worst-case scenario first. Better to believe it might be true than to ignore it,” Anya said.

“Was it Levi?”

“Yes.”

“Then let’s not go to them and risk exposing ourselves.”

They continued their escape.

Not long after, a figure suddenly broke through the clouds like a bolt of lightning!

Thunderbolt Mage stood before them, with two Fourth-Circle witches bound by chains of lightning behind him—Shaman and Amy from Anya’s squad. The witches looked at Anya with venomous eyes, hating him for only taking Sierra and leaving them behind.

Anya’s face showed disappointment, his expression complicated. Sierra looked furious, unable to believe their teammates had indeed betrayed them.

“You two, surrender now, or I’ll make you,” Thunderbolt said calmly, his powerful Fifth-Circle aura sweeping over them.

His strength was extraordinary, even among the Archmages of the Kane Empire, equivalent to a senior-level Fifth-Circle wizard.

Anya turned to Sierra and said, “No matter what, I’m going to struggle a bit. At least I’ll die with some dignity. How about you?”

Sierra laughed, despite herself, “Is this the first time you’ve ever tried to be funny?”