Otaku Witch
Chapter 907 - 907: 568. The True God King Holy Child_2

After all, that Shepherd was simply too powerful, so powerful that even the Church scholars who wrote historical accounts about her dared not call her by name, and could only refer to her with a code name.

Legend has it that just uttering her name might attract the attention of the Shepherd.

You begin to secretly search for the True Name of the Shepherd.

.....

At twenty-three, your secret actions were finally exposed, and the Divine Envoys in the Central Cathedral took notice of your actions, making your situation dangerous, but you are not inclined to give up.

You feel that if you can contribute to a greater mission, you are not afraid of sacrifice.

......

At twenty-six, witnessing your adoptive mother die saving you, you regret it. Although you are unafraid of your sacrifice, you find it hard to accept that your adoptive mother died because of you. You wish you could fight against those Divine Envoys, even if you know it's a path to death.

But you can't, because your adoptive mother's last wish for you is to live well, to live even if it means abandoning the mission, that is her final wish.

Now you have no choice, whether for the mission to save the world or for the wish of your adoptive mother, or simply for self-preservation, you have no choice.

......

At thirty, being hunted by the Divine Envoys, you arrive at the ruins of a village that had turned to rubble five hundred years ago. The location of the village was pieced together bit by bit from records forgotten by people.

And in the center of the village ruins, in the ruin of a church on the back of the Great Dragon's remains, you found two gravestones.

Even after five hundred years, the two gravestones remain clean, and the inscriptions clear.

Adam — the truly noble Priest.

Dorothy — the Sun I personally buried.

Dragging your gravely injured body, which was nearing its end, you called out the name Dorothy, after all, that Shepherd was a witch.

In your dying moments, you indeed felt someone arrive at your side.

But you were too exhausted to turn to see who it was; you simply handed your sword, which contained the Church's secrets and the contact method of the secret faction you had developed over the years, to her.

Then, you died.

.......

"How could the Era of the God King have the young lady's name? Could it be..."

Sophia was not just experiencing a tingling scalp, her entire being was almost frozen in shock.

Though in this Witch's Night, the young lady indeed acted as the sister of the God King, but the Witch's Night was nothing but a dream, a festival for entertainment, where everyone randomly assumes roles.

Thus, the Pure White Witch merely believed the young lady had great fortune to randomly receive such an extraordinary identity.

But now, looking at the screen showing this tombstone inscribed with the young lady's name, she really didn't know what to say for a moment.

It seemed she had stumbled upon something quite extraordinary.

Although Dorothy is actually quite a common name and not particularly rare, the owner of the tombstone might well be a different person with the same name as the young lady.

However, after experiencing Noah, Sophia no longer believed in so-called coincidences, and she had a premonition that the tombstone owner was definitely related to the young lady.

The Pure White Witch took one last look at the image of Noah's death.

It was a dilapidated church carried on the back of a headless Great Dragon's remains, with sunlight filtering through a hole in the ceiling, just enough to illuminate the two gravestones.

Noah, eyes closed, knelt before Dorothy's gravestone and lost all signs of life.

Beside Noah's hand, an ornate longsword with exquisite Angel's Wings as a guard was pushed out with her last strength.

Standing behind Noah, an Angel Witch with eight flaming hot wings watched the two gravestones with a gaze full of nostalgia and guilt.

Sophia recognized the sword by Noah's side; not only was it a symbol of the Glory Sect's Pope, it was also identical to the Sword in the Stone she held now.

This was the Holy Sword of the God King.

No wonder Noah's memories were preserved in the Holy Sword of the God King; it turned out the true owner of the sword was not the God King, but Noah.

As for the Angel Witch with eight flaming wings, Sophia naturally recognized her. After all, statues of this person were everywhere in the Witch World.

This is the God King himself.

Even just looking at this scene, though the Pure White Witch was not as gossip-prone as the Big-mouthed Crows of the news department, she could still mentally draft a plot of millions of words from the God King's complex gaze at the gravestones.

The God King definitely had a deep connection with the owners of the two gravestones, especially Dorothy.

Sophia recalled previous speculations about how her fate might have been directed by the God King himself.

Before, she wasn't sure what the God King was troubling himself over, but now she had reason to suspect it was about the young lady.

However, even knowing this is of no use, as it is apparent that the God King's schemes are not something she has the capability or qualifications to evaluate or question.

She has no power to resist or change anything.

So, the Pure White Witch just marveled that the original course of the Witch's Night, unperturbed by the intervention of Witch Students, was actually like this.

Noah did have something extraordinary; according to records in witch history books, the massive apostasy within the Church of Glory afterward was the trumpet for the God King's path of resurgence. Many of those earliest Angel Witches were indeed Paladins and Nuns who defected from the church that year.

Noah's efforts clearly indeed helped the God King.

And the thought that she might be related to her past life in some way made Sophia feel a bit complicated.

In this life, she was far less than Noah.

Even though her Strength surpassed Noah's, having shed the weakness of a mortal body, her timid nature lacked Noah's courage.

As the Pure White Witch lamented her inferiority compared to her past life, the memories of Noah, which she thought were about to end, flickered again. This was truly the final scene.

Sophia, somewhat puzzled, continued to watch. Having already uncovered so many secrets today, she thought nothing else could surprise her anymore, but reality proved she was still too young.

.....

At one year old, you were born again, still an illegitimate child.

Your birth mother was a powerful and fervent Angel Witch, and your other mother was none other than the Supreme King who ruled the world.

Your birth mother, due to an unfulfilled fervent faith, stole noble Divine Blood and, using a secret technique of profanity, created you.

You were born as a Child of Blasphemy, despised by the Supreme King.

......

Gazing at the image of a white-haired, golden-eyed infant opening its eyes in a cultivation pod, Sophia was dumbfounded.

At that moment, she frantically attempted to continue delving into the memory, but unfortunately, this scene was the last.

Yet even just witnessing this simple introduction was enough for the Pure White Witch to ascertain the identity of the so-called Child of Blasphemy in the image.

This was the origin of the so-called direct lineage of the God King that exists now, and indeed the only one who could truly be called the God King Holy Child.

Damn, was the ancestor actually me?

Sophia found it hard to accept the reality for a moment.

But clearly, regardless of whether she accepted it or not, the fact remained, so.....

Clang....

Accompanied by a joyful, crisp sword hum, the seemingly ordinary Holy Sword of the God King in Sophia's hand began to emit a dazzling light.

The light was so brilliant it evaporated the massive stone that had been encasing the sword, and it still showed no sign of dissipating, shooting straight up into the clouds.

At the same time, the entire God King Cathedral began to tremble, as deep and resonant chimes rang from the thirteen bell towers surrounding the cathedral.

Everything seemed to be declaring one thing: the God King Sect, your true master, has returned.

At that moment, all across the Witch World, every Angel Witch looked up, collectively gazing toward the Ancestral Court, sensing a call from their bloodline.

Within the God King Cathedral, the sword-wielding Sophia was also bewildered, and among the spectators, even the Lord of Glory within Avalon was clueless about what had transpired.

Only Dorothy was ecstatic.

Yay, finally no need to rack my brains for excuses.

She began clapping her hands exuberantly.

.... homebody witch clapping ....

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