The witch thought I am a Demon God

The falling ghost meteorites crashed into the wasteland, and after the mess was over, the screams of Frankish soldiers were everywhere.

The three witches on the French side checked the number of witches nearby and found something was wrong.

The Thunder Beast Witch said to the Loire Witch who was also floating in the air: "I have two pieces of news to tell you now. One news is good and the other is bad. Which one do you want to listen to first?"

The Witch of the Loire was a little anxious. "Where is the Virgin of Vesta?"

The Thunder Beast Witch said: "The good news is that the Virgin of Vesta should have been captured by Ivita using border magic. In this way, he used magic of this strength twice in a row, and he will be able to do it at least in the next few days." I won’t use magic to attack us again.”

"We don't have to worry about encountering such terrible things again. The bad news is that the Virgin of Vesta has been captured, and the last one of us who understands fire magic has lost track."

The Witch of the Loire gasped.

Border magic can indeed span the distance of time and space. It is the result of the destruction of time by light souls and dark souls, but with such a long distance, it would be appalling to capture a witch marquis in front of them.

The Witch of the Loire figured out the key. "This is Arthas, where he can invoke the Law of the Fire Dragon."

"The combination of law and magic power has at least doubled his magic power."

"This also means that even if we are enemies with him in this country, we cannot guarantee our own safety. We are just slightly bigger bugs in front of him."

The two Frank commanders protected by the two witch marquises looked at the devastated salt-alkali land and the chaotic army with dull expressions.

All along, they thought that the Alsace people had no magical power to counter them due to internal fighting.

The sudden blow today made both commanders unable to accept it.

"Hurry up and assemble the troops. The damn Alsatians must be on their way here. Retreat. We must retreat quickly!"

Grohl had an idea. "Now it seems that retreating into uninhabited salt-alkali land may be a feasible strategy. We need to get rid of the Alsatian pursuers."

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On the other side, Ivita summoned Suzaku magic, a combination of legal fire and fire magic, turned into a huge claw and descended from the sky, grabbed the Virgin of Vesta, and then traveled through time and space, constantly using the Bronze Boat to Break the Realm Speed ​​up to capture the Virgin of Vesta.

The Virgin of Vesta also realized that she was resisting in the future and used more than ten kinds of advanced fire magic on Ivita. However, her doing so would only make Ivita deepen her understanding of the fire magic of the Holy Land of Vesta.

During this confrontation, not only did she not escape, but she was spied upon again by Ivita.

But after all, the opponent was the Witch Marquis. After all, she summoned a purple flame. Using the flame magic that seemed to be her own creation rather than the one inherited from the Vesta Holy Land, she narrowly defeated Ivita by half a move.

She herself turned into a meteor, broke away from the shackles of Suzaku, and fell into a remote mountainous area in Alsace.

At the same time, twelve red beads of Suzaku transformed into Suzaku, tracking the Saint of Vesta, entering her spiritual sea world, and sealing off her light soul and dark soul.

In the remote mountainous area of ​​Alsace, the Virgin of Vesta meditated for a long time in a deep pit before finally sitting up. "Damn Ivita, his fire magic is too powerful. If I hadn't used my trump card [Fire of the Underworld] to trick him, I might have been captured by him."

"During a magical confrontation, it would be too scary to capture someone of the same level as me on the spot. Could it be that he has already reached the level of the Witch Queen?"

Saint Vesta organized her thoughts and subconsciously wanted to use her light soul to repair the injuries on her body. However, she was horrified to find that she could only use a small part of her light soul to repair the wounds on her body.

"He actually temporarily blocked my light soul and dark soul. Fortunately, I used my dark soul to combine with the flame to create a sacred flame magic circle. When I fell, I cut off part of my destiny so that he could not know about me. The specific location is only known to be in this mountain range. Half of Alsace is mountains and the other is fertile plains. As long as I hide in this mountain range, even if he digs three feet into the ground, he can't find me. of."

"Hiss~"

Saint Vesta took a few steps and found that her body was seriously injured. She had no choice but to use the levitation technique to float in mid-air. Fortunately, Ivita did not have time to seal her soul palace.

At this moment, there was a voice in the grass, and the Virgin of Vesta turned her head to look. Her sharp eyes frightened a young man carrying a bamboo basket.

The potatoes and soybean sprouts in the bamboo basket spilled out.

The Virgin of Vesta covered her eyes with cloth, so she could not actually see, but could only sense the spirituality around her.

The boy from the mountain village pointed at her and said, "You...are you a human or a ghost? Why are you still floating and walking?"

The Saint of Vesta was extremely speechless, but thinking about it, the boy from the mountain village lived in the mountain village all his life, and most of the elders also lived in the mountain village. They had little knowledge and were relatively simple.

He hasn't seen witches often, so that's normal.

Saint Vesta said: "Are you from Alsace? I am a nun who came here accidentally. I am hungry now, go and pick some pine cones for me."

"Remember, I have been abstaining from worldly food for a long time. I only eat fruit and pine cones. Go, go."

She was troubled by the fact that Ivita had blocked most of her magical power. But in fact, if there are Alsatians nearby, she can use some evil methods to break through Ivita's magic seal.

Blood magic is always the simplest and most useful thing.

Its effect is too tempting compared to the price, and most of the price is paid by others anyway.

The Virgin of Vesta said to the boy in the mountain village: "Boy, let me ask you, is there a village near here? How many people are there in the village? Are there more young people or old people?"

The young man from the mountain village said with a somewhat innocent tone: "There are more than a hundred people in the nearby village, and there are many elderly people in it. The young villagers have gone to the mountains to look for opportunities, so why are they staying here? Sister Sister, you Which church's scriptures did you study and which god's way did you study? A good person like you must be concerned about the well-being of the people in our village, right?"

The Saint of Vesta suddenly felt some guilt in her heart, but she quickly sneered. She was just an Alsatian, her life was worth nothing, so why should she care.

Saint Vesta said: "Alsace people still hope to receive God's favor? The Franks and the people of the Eastern Empire are worthy."

The mountain village boy didn't seem to understand. "Aren't they all human?"

"What are the differences between the Franks and the people of the Eastern Empire and the people of Alsace? Are the Franks and the people of the Eastern Empire more intelligent, or do they have alien blood mixed in their bodies and are reproductively isolated from the Alsace people?"

The Saint of Vesta sneered again and again. "None of them. It would be an injustice to say that you are ignorant. You have never been exposed to the outside world. You don't know that there must be a distinction between people in order to distribute benefits and unite the front."

The mountain village boy seemed extremely confused. "But if the Frankish Kingdom and the Alsace Kingdom become one country in the future, will there still be a distinction between Franks and Alsatian people in this country?"

"If there are hundreds of ethnic groups in a country, wouldn't they start fighting with each other?"

"Naturally, there are ethnic groups. If they are all the same, wouldn't it mean that the Frankish Kingdom has been changed by blood and ethnic groups?" Saint Vesta thought along the young man's voice, "This... But if there are too many ethnic groups in a country, , this country will inevitably be in chaos, and the country will inevitably fail. So the best way is to be one nation and one country."

"This way the country will not be in chaos. Yes, we must do this. This is the Frankish Kingdom now, so the Frankish Kingdom has a terrible army and eternal victory."

"It can gradually cannibalize people of other ethnic groups, wash away their religions, and exterminate their cultures."

The mountain village boy shook his head. "But since you think you are an immigrant from the Eastern Empire, why do you belong to the Frankish Kingdom? Isn't this a contradiction? In your narrative, the Frankish Kingdom can only have one nation."

"Does it mean that your culture and religion have been washed away?"

The Saint of Vesta was struck by lightning and was dumbfounded. She wanted to speak, but nothing came out when she opened her mouth.

How could she be culturally washed away.

But if not, then she...

The Saint of Vesta immediately felt some separation from the Frankish Kingdom. She realized that perhaps Frank was still not her hometown. Her hometown was still occupied by pagans, suffering from dire straits and suffering forever.

But as soon as she thought about it, a chill ran down her spine, because those conversations just now could not have come from the mouth of a mountain village boy, and the insights were definitely not from those of a mountain village boy.

Moreover, the other party seems to have seen through it, and she is going to use blood magic to restore her strength.

But how is it possible?

Before she fell, her traces were erased, so there was no way she could be found so quickly.

"Ivita...your majesty."

"Since you are a king, why would you lower yourself to a blind man like me and transform yourself into a spirit to talk to me?"

The Virgin of Vesta took a step and a half back and distanced herself from Ivitala.

Ivita lifted the complete transformation spell, and instead smiled and said: "I just saw the saint go astray, so I kindly remind you, don't misunderstand her."

"The Saint and I hit it off immediately and wanted to see the sacred flame of Vesta with my own eyes again, so I just invited the Saint to go to the royal capital of Alsace to meet her, but the Saint seemed to have some misunderstandings about me. Now please come with me. Come on, you should know that you can't resist me now."

The Virgin of Vesta is still stalling for time, and it seems that she still has a trump card in her hand. "But I want to know why you found me so quickly."

Ivita smiled. "There are still big furnace fortresses in the mountains. You have never encountered a wizard king before you fought with Alsace. I use magic to guide the power of the law and let the big furnaces in the mountains work, and it can be done for a short time. Creating a network of flames across the mountain.”

"Then if I had flown into the sky just now, you wouldn't have been able to detect me." Saint Vesta felt somewhat regretful, and now she was a prisoner of the adult family.

"Your Majesty, although your magic is so powerful, I would also like to say that nation-states are the future. In the future, all countries in the Magic Black Forest will become nationalist countries. Nationalism will destroy feudal countries."

"I have witnessed with my own eyes that after the Frankish Kingdom became a nation-state, it transformed from a weak country to the powerful country it is today. In the Magic Black Forest in the future, any country that gives up nationalism will definitely be wiped out first."

"You're right." Ivita shook her head slightly. "But I have never denied this trend. It's just that the nation-state seems to have not solved some problems, such as how to adjust the nations within the country. For example, you yourself have already developed a grudge against the Frankish Kingdom."

"The pagans have invaded the territory of your Eastern Empire. The countries in the Magic Black Forest are angry not because of the national nobility of your Eastern Empire people, but because of the universalist church."

"Universal law has the potential to influence the world, and nationalism is the way to unite powerful nations. Universal law is multiplication and division, and nationalism is addition and subtraction."

"Do you agree with what I say?"

After thinking about it carefully, Saint Vesta felt that it made sense.

Ivita said: "It can be seen that the idea that a group of people you just mentioned must let another group of people give up their own interests for their own interests is wrong. Perhaps it is possible that universal laws and nation-states Two will become one.”

“Nation-states are narrow, but universal laws are prone to division.”

"What if it becomes a universal nation-state? It combines the advantages of both, which can influence the world and prevent conflicts."

Saint Vesta was a little shocked, and she raised her head and said "Ah", as if she was surprised that someone like Ivita would make fun of her at this time.

"Your Majesty, you just simply integrated these two terms together. The two are like a positive and a negative, completely different. Forcibly merging them will only lead to being neither fish nor fish, neither fish nor fowl."

Ivita said: "That's something to talk about later. I must first persuade your country's army to leave our country. Saint, I hit it off with you, and I hope you won't refuse my invitation."

During the conversation between the two of them, the Virgin of Vesta seemed to have been trying to activate some kind of magic hidden in the abyss of her existence, but was constantly interrupted by Ivita.

Although she could waste time to activate the backup plan in the abyss, it would be pointless. In fact, Ivita could kill her by attacking her directly.

The Saint of Vesta also knew this, so she sighed. Her skills were inferior to others and she had to admit defeat. If she continued to hold on, it would be a bit embarrassing. "I am willing to be your Majesty's guest and accompany you to the Royal City of Alsace."

"That's it."

"I just hope that your Majesty will have the habit of treating prisoners preferentially."

Ivita became serious, as if she were really treating a distinguished guest. "The saint is by no means my prisoner."