THE SUPREME WITCH SYSTEM
042 - A SHIT

Dimitri with Rachel and Igor lead the witch army to its next destination, the Holy Mount headquarters.

Dimitri's tattered clothes had returned like all, the system using restoration magic to restore it to its original state.

So did Rachel and Igor, as well as all the witch troop that followed them. It was light magic with fantastic scale.

Suddenly, they had not had time to leave the kingdom, one by one black flames appeared on the roofs of the houses, blazing for a moment before disappearing. Tens of.

It made Dimitri and his flock startled, they stared intently at the dark-robed figures with hoods covering their faces.

The figures remained silent until a huge fire exploded right in front of the palace, its waves shaking the mentality of Dimitri's army.

It's Fyodor. Fyodor Efgen's. The Holy Mount Leader.

Dimitri's forces were ambushed by the depraved organization.

But instead of being scared, Dimitri smirked happily. This meant that they did not need to travel far just to find the Holy Mount 3.

Just as Dimitri took one step forward about to start the fight, one of the members of the Holy Mount with a red mark on his black robe advanced. He was a general of Fyodor's army.

“Stop, Mr. Dimitri. You don't have to fight us.”

The young man frowned in astonishment at the cry of the twenty-step robed figure in front of him. His voice was loud, yet still with polite intonation. Respectfully.

“What do you mean by that sentence? No need to fight you? I want to restore the peace of the magical world, and you guys are the pests I have to exterminate!”

Fyodor was heard holding back laughter hearing Dimitri's emotions, but did not interrupt his subordinates' conversation.

“We have a quote for you?”

“Offer?”

The figure smiled thinly.

“Yes, our master, Fyodor, will grant you immortality and peerless power if you are willing to join the Holy Mount. Holy Mount does not want to be in conflict with a great magician like you, you will become a great power for the Holy Mount to achieve our goal of revamping the world order.”

Rachel was about to come forward and yell, she was getting fed up with the Holy Mount general's nonsense.

Igor swiftly restrained his movements, shaking silently as the girl stared at the protest. Let Dimitri take care of it. I mean the guy.

 “Covering the world order you say? Indeed what is wrong with our world to the point that you guys do all this mess?”

The Holy Mount general raised his right hand, a light shimmering in the air, forming a large white circle with several black spots that spread thin as if polluting the white sphere.

“The world is out of balance, Mr. Dimitri. You can see the black power is always ostracized and discarded. Though balance is important.”

“Many things can not be done by white magic, in addition black magic can do it. We can make a world without death, all misery can be restored. Black magic has the potential to make the world peaceful, provided that it is considered equivalent to puti—” magic

“Heh! It's bullshit! There is nothing wrong with order in this world. Black magic will only ruin the destiny and resolve of the world.”

Dimitri growled furiously, the Holy Mount general had a distorted view of the workings of life.

“You're wrong, Mr. Dimitri. The world needs black magic. This world will be better with the existence of hi—“ magic

The general's sentence was stopped by a blood clot that was jostling out of his throat. He coughed, blood splattered on the marble of the palace.

I don't know since when the two-meter-long ice bar appeared from underground, it stabbed into his chest. It's a single deadly magic.

Dimitri's hands were raised, snowflakes falling around his fingers.

Fyodor got up from sitting down, growling. His face was flushed, the sturdy jaws were clashing strongly. He did not expect any of his subordinates to be attacked.

He thinks these negotiations will at least last longer.

“To you, Dimitri! Kill them all!”

Where the order reached its end, the entire Holy Mount organization members shouted out loudly.

They raised the magic wand forward, simultaneously casting a black attack spell.

Dark-colored magic circles appeared before them, emitting laser-shaped black magic towards Dimitri and his army.

Not staying still, the magic troops led by Dimitri raised their wands, shiny shields of light formed around the troops as the spells were cast.

Blocking a powerful blow from the forces of the Holy Mount organization.

War was broken just like that by the impact of black magic that hit the shield of light. The huge explosion sent the buildings around them crashing like leaves.

The royal residents and the soldiers who had survived had been evacuated since earlier, they shouted in horror from outside the battlefield.

Dreadful gazed at the explosion that mushroomed into space like the smoke of a nuclear bomb.

Dimitri slammed into the back two steps, Fyodor attacking him with a black fireball. Terrible explosions. Dimitri's purple ice shield was crushed to shreds unable to hold it.

[The strength of this person is far above, your magic level is simply not comparable.]

“But you can fight it, right? You have a lot of great magic.”

[See, I can't guarantee it for sure. We have to use good strategy to defeat him, the power struggle will not work.]

Not yet Dimitri took a position, Fyodor again hit him with a chunk of stone covered in black magic.

Dimitri complained restrained, his body slammed, hit the wall until it collapsed.

If not for his regeneration ability, he would have been dying by now.

“Death to you, Dimitri!”

The next wave came from the sky, ambushing from the eight directions of the wind. It was ice element magic that was already mixed with darkness.

Dimitri used teleportation magic to dodge, a gray chunk of ice slammed into the ground until it was torn apart.

The rock and the ground that was hit by the ice shale dried up, the plants withered, it was a very corrupt magic.

Luckily Dimitri was able to avoid it. Any such corruption magic could weaken his regenerative abilities.

“We have to fight back!”

[I agree.]

Dimitri stared around, a fight was going on in all directions. Close-range and long-range magic fighters pit each other's abilities.

The fight of life and death. They put all their ability into killing the opponent.

A few meters away from her Rachel was a little overwhelmed under siege with the two generals of the Holy Mount organization.

Dimitri did not expect that they were strong enough to hear the girl. That feeling he could defeat one of them with a single strike.

The young man brandished his hand towards the general who was besieging Rachel, unleashing a deadly wind magic.

Immediately, unavoidably by one of the generals, his head was severed by a sharp incision of blood gushing profusely.

“Thank you, Dimitri!”

Rachel exclaimed happily, one on one will not be difficult for him

While Igor was out of nowhere, the fog and smoke of the battle made Dimitri's visibility limited.

“See where are you, huh?!”

I don't know since when Fyodor was right in front of him. The man exerted a sibir of dirt both hands, hitting Dimitri with full force.

The young man's body slammed back five steps, yet his horses did not falter.

He had briefly used a high-level protective spell to withstand the attack earlier.

The scab was smashed, but at least Dimitri was able to survive without serious injury. Just take a few steps back.

“Did you underestimate me, huh? How dare you turn your face when you fight with me.”

Fyodor growled, the lump of earth that was enveloping his hands released a smoldering black flame.

“My turns!” Dimitri exclaimed before Fyodor unleashed his next attack.

This time he was the one who advanced, an ice sword appeared in his right hand, while a burning fire sword appeared in his left hand.

Those two elements were clashing against each other, an attack from both of them would cause a powerful explosion.

Aided by the wind magic Dimitri darted rapidly into the air, launching an attack with both his swords from above.

Fyodor was more than ready to withstand the attack, using his hand covered in smoldering black stone as a shield.

A deafening explosion rang out as the sword collided with Fyodor's earth magic.

“Argh!”

Dimitri grinned happily as his blade hit the ground, followed by two hands that fell down along with the boulder that enveloped him.

Dimitri. It was a very serious attack.