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Don’t look at others’ weaknesses. Look at your own weaknesses and then make up for them. As long as you become a Hexagonal War God, no matter what enemy you encounter, they are all just delivering meals on the opposite side.

Yes, as long as you have a basic understanding of everything, no matter what enemy you encounter, you can adapt and face them calmly.

However, it is obvious that not everyone has the same monstrous talent as the young lady.

Her style is something others really can’t learn.

Not everyone can be like her: learn quickly and master even faster.

If others force themselves to learn, they will only end up being a Jack of all trades who masters none.

So, it seems that Noah is currently engaging in dual cultivation. This style is somewhat between hers and the young lady’s style, balancing in a subtle way.

But where did Noah learn the young lady’s style from?

Sophia furrowed her brows, somewhat puzzled.

Is it because this child has a personality very similar to the young lady, hence the similar style? It couldn’t be that she learned directly from the young lady since she has never been to the Magic Republic.

For a moment, the Pure White Angel was uncertain.

Tch, it’s annoying to be a fate insulator. Otherwise, I could have just used divination.

“I think so too.”

Michael, although unsure what her superior was thinking, nodded in agreement upon hearing that the boss also had faith in the Rebel Army. But then she asked worriedly.

“Your Excellency, is it really fine to let these mortals make such a commotion? Shouldn’t we intervene?”

Miss Seraph asked hesitantly.

Right now, they haven’t completely defeated the witch yet, and at such a critical moment, starting an internal war seems overly self-destructive.

Having a victory celebration halfway through the battle is never a good omen. What if the tide turns and the enemy makes a comeback despite their overwhelming advantage?

However, in response to Michael’s inquiries, Sophia just shook her head.

“It doesn’t matter; let them be. Anyway, their value has already been fulfilled. Besides, no one can stop this civil war.”

The Pure White Angel looked at the battlefield not far away.

She could clearly see two strange knights, one white and one red, leisurely roaming the battlefield on horseback.

The people on the battlefield, who were fighting with blinding rage, seemed to be unable to see these two knights, and all ignored this peculiar pair.

But Sophia dared not take them lightly. After all, she was considered an Angel Witch, so she naturally recognized the distinctive authority of her ancestral elder, the Divine King.

“Chaos and War, two of the Revelation Four Horsemen, is it?”

The Pure White Angel murmured to herself.

She knew well that just like the Doomsday Horn she blew would bring the inevitable doomsday, when the Revelation Four Horsemen descended upon a place, that area could also be directly sentenced to death.

As long as the Four Horsemen are present, the civil war would eventually erupt. Even if the Angels personally intervened, they could at most delay the explosion of the ticking time bomb by a little.

Moreover, with Chaos and War already here, can Famine and Plague be far behind?

“Sigh, I wonder how many people would survive on this Ark in the end.”

Sophia sighed, thinking to herself.

But this had nothing to do with her. She should think about how to defeat the young lady instead.

If this were reality, she might find it impossible to completely ignore the impending disasters. But Witch’s Night is just a dream game. She wasn’t so soft-hearted that she’d be busy with disaster relief in a game.

The Pure White Angel withdrew her gaze from the battlefield below, then to avoid her compassion flaring up, she continued to retreat into her shell.

As she said just now, these believers’ mission was already completed. Their previous existence was to contribute faith, allowing her to continuously summon angels from heaven.

But now the Faith Value is overflowing. The five hundred years’ worth of reserves are more than enough. The Angel Delegation has been fully assembled, and there’s no place for the extra Faith Value.

These believers were like miner units in a game.

In the early stages, resources were scarce, so you crazily made miners, feeling like you never had enough.

But in the mid-to-late game, various automated mining machines had filled the resource reserves to bursting, and the miners seemed like they were just taking up space.

A ruthless player might even dismantle these miners who were no longer useful to convert them into resources, squeezing out the last bit of value.

But because of Noah, her disciple, Sophia ultimately didn’t have the heart to do so.

So, let them be. Whether they live or die will be up to fate.

….

“Teacher Dorothy, do you think we can win?”

On the other side, in the Underground Cathedral, Pope Loli, remotely commanding the Rebel Army, nervously looked at the leisurely witch teacher beside her.

“Win? Heh, there’s never a winner in war. From the moment the war started, we had actually already lost.”

Dorothy raised her head, glanced at the battle map on the table, and slightly curled her lips before saying.

Upon hearing this, Noah fell silent. After a while, she sighed.

“Yes, teacher, you’re right. There really is no winner in war.”

Listening to the war reports from various departments, Pope Loli felt helpless.

Even though she had tried her best to do everything perfectly, how could a war not involve bloodshed? Real wars weren’t like hot-blooded shonen manga where the battles were intense but there was no bloodshed.

From the beginning of the war to now, only a few hours had passed, but the number of fallen warriors in the Rebel Army had already reached a level that Noah couldn’t bear to look at.

“If there was no war, could they have continued to live well, always surrounding their family and friends?”

Noah murmured softly.

And then…

Then she was slapped on the back of her head.

Even though she was a modified human with a full cybernetic body, the back of the head was still a sensitive spot, as the brain-machine interface was located there. A sudden slap, even one without much force, almost made Pope Loli cry out.

But before she could get angry, a familiar voice sounded in her ears.

“What are you thinking? Is this the time to feel down? Focus on commanding. Your comrades have entrusted their lives to you. What you need to do now is to bring as many of them home as possible.”

Dorothy looked at her troublesome disciple with some frustration.

At such a critical moment, this fool still dared to waver the morale.

Fortunately, she was the supreme leader herself.

If this were the Magic Republic, the Homebody Witch might have already prepared to chop off her head to consecrate the battle flag.

Being scolded like this, Pope Loli was filled with regret. She quickly collected herself and focused on commanding the battle.

But half an hour later, during a brief respite when the situation had stabilized, looking at the casualty report that had grown significantly more extensive since earlier, Noah felt even more oppressed.

She knew it wasn’t right to let her mind wander, but every time she thought about how all these comrades had died because of her, it felt like a mountain was pressing down on her, making it hard to breathe.

She badly wanted to confide in Teacher Dorothy again but hesitated and stopped herself.

Never mind; she wasn’t that fragile.

“Sigh, if the Church’s claim that good people go to heaven after death were true, that would have been good.”

After a long silence, Pope Loli could only murmur.

And then…

She felt a breeze on the back of her head again.

Thinking she was about to get hit again, Noah immediately covered her head and squatted to defend herself, but this time the expected slap didn’t come.

Instead, a gentle hand patted her head.

“Heaven doesn’t exist, but it doesn’t matter. I’ll take action. You just charge ahead, Noah. Let Teacher handle the rest.”

The Homebody Witch said, as a massive, dark gate slowly rose behind her and then opened.

…..Open Gate of the Underworld….