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"Forget it, it’s hopeless; might as well wait for death."

The homebody witch was almost tempted to go back and persuade her roommate to give up on the whole God King Holy Child position. Seeing it now, it looked like a dead-end career, not nearly as good as just joining her at the construction site to haul bricks.

"Let’s get started."

Across from her, the Elemental Empress had also run out of patience. She exchanged a glance with her companion, and then they both stepped forward.

What followed was a fervent exchange of magic wands firing at each other, magic being thrown chaotically from both sides, making the scene incredibly messy.

That made Dorothy scratch her head, wondering why the Witch Academy, which was supposed to be under the regulation of the God King’s Grand Barrier, allowed fighting at all?

Oh, right. The God King’s Grand Barrier needed operators, and since the person controlling it was captured by me, no more problems.

The homebody witch didn’t step in to help either; she just stood there, even pulling out a bucket of popcorn and beginning to eat as she watched—this was a live-action blockbuster, after all.

Actually, her help wasn’t really needed. Although the opposing Angel Witches were quite powerful and coordinated well among themselves, it was clear they had grown complacent from peace, not having seen battle in a long time, so their spell connections were noticeably stuttered.

On the other side, however, the Judges were veterans of civil fantasy wars, each swinging with spells so fluidly it was picturesque, enhanced by spell slots filled with high-level curses, making each strike significantly powerful.

And within a few exchanges, the battle was over; the rebellion of the Angel Witches was swiftly suppressed, and they were all bound by magic ropes.

These magic ropes were standard equipment for the Judges, much like police officers’ handcuffs. Once these ropes were wrapped around their targets, they would constrict like a snake, tightening the more the prisoners struggled.

Additionally, the magic runes drawn on the ropes had a magic-suppressing effect, effectively inhibiting magic flow in the prisoners, rendering them incapable of casting spells and powerless to escape.

"Okay, that was too easy,"

Dorothy was somewhat disappointed as she looked away, as these Angel Witches had lost too quickly, ruining her chance to see if senior Christina really was hiding her skills.

Meanwhile, the battle that had erupted in the God King Cathedral wasn’t an isolated incident; fluctuations of magic power were emanating from multiple areas within the cathedral, clearly indicating that these Angel Witches were not the only ones resisting.

Fortunately, as Dorothy scanned her surroundings in mid-air, she didn’t find any challenging targets, as those who were resisting were quickly subdued by the Judges.

Especially when they encountered the Senior Judges, those veterans who had been serving for many years displayed far more skill and coordination than newcomers like the Elemental Empress, decisively and efficiently subduing their targets. Dorothy thought maybe she should get personally involved...

Oh, she admitted she was still the superior one.

The homebody witch smirked with pride up in mid-air.

But just as the Judges were escorting their prisoners to the Main Cathedral for evaluation, suddenly, Dorothy furrowed her brow, turned her head, looking in the direction of the cathedral’s entrance.

And in the next moment, a rope burning with red flames shot towards her at an astonishing speed.

No, it wasn’t only targeting her. The Divine Rope swirled through the air, then split into thousands of strands. These Flame Ropes slithered like numerous snakes, swiftly striking towards the Judges.

This sudden change caught everyone off guard, especially since the ropes were incredibly fast. The person acting was clearly no ordinary individual.

Dorothy actually knew who it was; after all, it was the same Flame Rope that had hauled away the misbehaving little angel Phoenix during the opening ceremony.

The Flame Rope belonged to the mother of the little angel, a Peak Witch and the Director of Studies at the Witch Academy, and it was her signature technique.

Realizing this, the homebody witch instantly felt this was going to be tricky.

After all, this was one battle she truly couldn’t win.

As a Grand Inquisitor, her spell slot configuration was just that of a high-level Great Witch, good enough to bully those below Peak witches, but if it came to clashing with the real heavyweights, she’d find herself outmatched.

However, she was now representing the face of the Judgment Court, and it would look terribly bad if she just showed weakness, especially since she had faced Peak Witches before, and her own mother was far superior to this Director of Studies.

After all, Mother Superior had once told her that the Director of Studies had clung to her legs, weeping and begging her to spare her sister, but the emotionless Mother Superior had just kicked her away.

Oooh, the Director of Studies must have cried and made a fuss, so pitiful.

Thinking about this, Dorothy suddenly felt capable again.

Not to mention, she was also a Martial God, which was a Peak level of Strength, just slightly lacking in Magic Power.

But if Magic Power wasn’t enough, she could make up for it with spell slots, as long as she didn’t really have to fight seriously, then a simple sparring was nothing to fear.

"Hmph, mere child’s play, daring to challenge me."

Just then, as the Flame Rope neared her face, Dorothy let out a cold snort, followed by a scornful chuckle.

"Watch my mighty hea... hmm?"

She had intended to retort confidently, but her tone faltered at the end.

Although she wasn’t quite sure about the name of her technique, her execution was clear-cut. In an instant, a Sea of Tentacles engulfed everything, intercepting all the Flame Ropes and intertwining them.

This was actually the Tentacle Technique of a witch.

Though Dorothy defined this spell as a mage’s hand variant of the Tentacle Technique, a form of Life Magic that wasn’t high-level, merely three-ring, something any witch could learn.

But one must know, these tentacles were modeled after the Tentacle Technique of senior Fanny, the Future Fourth King. Surely, no one would think that these tentacles were just fragrant and soft, merely harmless, right?

Of course, the public version on the Magic Network was indeed quite harmless, but with just a little tweak in detail during casting, this three-ring Life Magic could instantly be transformed into a nine-ring complex variant of the spell.

Yes, it shall be called Asa Vanni’s Support Curse.

Dorothy thought to herself quietly.

After all, the countless tentacles swaying behind her somewhat resembled those fans waving glow sticks at a concert.

Hehe, bet you didn’t see that coming, spell slots can also be played this way.

Who could blame Dorothy, the Witch of the Forest, for being so willful when using her own creations? As for the bewildered Guide on the other end, that was none of the homebody witch’s business.

Well, good sister, just watch and learn. This is how the Tentacle Technique of a witch is actually used.

Meanwhile, the Director of Studies seemed shocked by the Sea of Tentacles. Her Flame Rope blazed up, as if trying to grill squid tentacles on the spot, but alas, no matter how much the Magic Power-driven flames scorched, those sticky, slippery, and actually rather cute giant tentacles showed no reaction at all.

Well, it was, after all, the tentacles of the Future Fourth King, whose Magic Resistance was frighteningly high; Dorothy felt even her Dragon Scale’s Magic Resistance might not be as high.

But speaking of which, the Guide providing her with the spell slots was also impressive. Was there really so much Magic Power?

Feeling the continuous flow of Magic Power from the spell slots within her, Dorothy felt somewhat envious.

After all, simulating the complete version of senior Fanny’s tentacles, and so many at once, consumed as much Magic Power as a Forbidden Curse, the person opposite really was a big shot.

...Tentacles and ropes wrestling...