THE SUPREME WITCH SYSTEM
043 - VICTORY?

Honey, Dimitri's pleasure doesn't last long.

Still smiling happily as his attack successfully hit the leader of the Holy Mount organization, he was unaware of the danger gathering beneath him.

Sharp stone spears sticking out attacked Dimitri, making him frown in pain.

He immediately released himself from the long prick of thorns crashing down from within the ground, dodging quickly before more thorns attacked his body.

It was not enough to get there, just as Dimitri's feet stepped on the ground after bouncy in the air to avoid the stone spike earlier, black flames devoured him from the ground, making the young man scream in pain.

[Ice magic.]

A purple-colored layer of ice enveloped the surface of the ground, stopping the black flames that gushed out ferociously.

Dimitri was overwhelmed, his body ached, burns filled the skin. Not long after, all the wounds improved and healed

Still the pain he received weakened his focus and drained his energy.

“Sials. How could he still cast a spell this strong after losing both hands. Can't he hold his wand?”

[No. Look ahead.]

Dimitri's curiosity was answered with a sight that made him growl.

Do ahead there, Fyodor casually rubbed his wrists, stretching like a person who had finished doing light exercise.

His hands were still there, cut off, lying on the ground. But on the other hand, Fyodor didn't lose even just a fingertip.

The body of the man is complete. Not less than one thing. How could?

“You are curious about what happened?”

Dimitri did not reply, tightly grasping the two element swords in his hand. He growled, raising the magic level that was on both his swords.

The ice sword in his hand let out a terrifying puff of smoke, the blade slowly turned purple, the ground around the sword froze instantly.

While next to him, the fire sword that had been burning lost the flames, but the blade this time was a blue light, with small electric splashes.

“It looked terrible, Dimitri. Really am. Anyone would die with a single slash from the magic sword in both of your hands.”

Fyodor chuckled in disdain, as if he was very confident of resisting the attack that his opponent was about to launch.

Dimitri roared, shouting furiously. The wind magic he used had already multiplied. Advanced level. A green glow radiated from his back.

It was a very fast movement, almost difficult to follow the eyes. Dimitri darted as short as he could, slashing at Fyodor's still chuckling neck.

One strike, the man's head was severed, blood pouring from the cut neck.

Dimitri turned around, making sure that Fyodor had really lost.

But he was even shocked because the leader of the Holy Mount was now looking at him with a terrible grin.

Huh huh? How could it be, obviously he had already slashed the man's head until blood poured out of his neck.

Dimitri swept a glance around, looking for Fodor's head that had been cut off. Found, the head was lying on the ground near the scattered rubble.

“What is this? What really happened?”

[....]

The system says nothing, just silence. It seemed like the entity was also digesting the events in front of Dimitri.

Fyodor laughed out loud, as if the attack was just the behavior of a child tickling him.

“Strike you as much as you, I let the opportunity for you for ten seconds to exert everything you have in order to kill me.”

Fyodor smiled as he spread his hands, closing his eyes with a satisfied smile on his lips.

“Death to you!”

Dimitri bellowed furiously, to hell with whatever trim the leader of the Holy Mount did, he would exert any kind of magic to kill him.

There must be a way for Fyodor to die, he just has to try everything possible to find that way.

Dimitri raised his hand, exerting all the magic he had.

A chain of light emerged from within the ground, curbing Fyodor's body, pulling him kneeling to the ground. The man just smiled and was treated like that.

Dimitri growled again, ice blades falling from the sky crashing down on Fyodor's body, piercing through the heart, head, and entire body of the Holy Mount's leader.

It was not enough to get there, Dimitri burned it with dense blue flames, he condensed fire magic hundreds of meters in scale, making it gather at one point.

He did that to focus on burning Fyodor's body, which is currently screaming in pain as his body is destroyed by burning.

Even so Dimitri felt that something was wrong, he felt that such a powerful force had not killed Fyodor enough.

So he called Kirin, making the magic of nature strike his lightning strike for only one person.

It was a powerful magic, a gigantic scale magic with monstrous destroyed power focused on attacking one person only.

It was tantamount to giving an attack to kill ten thousand people to just one person.

The attack made the other witches turn their heads, the war halted for a while.

Unfortunately, Fyodor was laughing out loud down there. Laughing at Dimitri's futile efforts.

Dimitri was shaken violently to hear the man's laughter, with a swift flickering of his hands, the bad luck of the wind carried the smoke bill away.

There, under the crater formed by the impact of the kirin, Fyodor stood firm. Bad laugh.

Not a single bit of his body was scratched, as if all the powerful magic had never happened.

Though Fyodor should have vanished into ashes given how powerful the magic cast by Dimitri.

“Is that all your strength, Dimitri? Are you sure you can defeat me with that ability?”

Hearing that the leader was still alive, the subordinates of the Holy Mount who were wearing dark robes again attacked savagely.

While on the other side, the army of witches led by Dimitri was pushed back.

Their morale dropped, staring at the invincible leader of the opponent made their fighting spirit eroded.

So did Rachel and Igor. They had each killed several members of the Homy mount organization, and a general.

But, seeing Fyodor as invincible. Their focus is tainted with despair.

[We need a plan to defeat his immortality.]

“What?”

Dimitri is surprised, he forgets that Fyodor is a dark wizard who has mastered many forbidden spells. One of them is eternity.

Shit, this fight is gonna get harder. Fighting an eternal enemy is an unwinnable battle.

“Is there no way to undo that magic? Ruin it or something?”

Dimitri squeaked in horror as Fyodor began to step foot, small rocks floating around the man.

He really hopes the system can undo that damn immortality magic. So Dimitri can win.

[Unfortunately there is no.]

“Argh.”

Dimitri screamed loudly.

One, because the system's answer clearly upset him instead of being upset, as well as desperate.

Two, Fyogor has already launched the next attack. A very powerful wind element magic.

Making Dimitri's body slam fast hit the crowd of people who were fighting..

“Dimitri!” Rachel who saw him exclaimed stifled, she was about to help but, the general she was fighting did not give a gap.

Dimitri's condition sucked. His body was bruised here and there, wounds everywhere.

Although it only took less than a minute to recover such a wound, the pain still weighed heavily.

“What is this, Dimitri. I heard you're a super witch? Is it possible that the rumor was wrong?”

Dimitri tried to get up, he should not be silent waiting for his body to recover. Fyodor's fault can launch a deadly attack when he droops weakly.

“Death.”

Fyodor raised his hand, a black fireball appeared a moment from Dimitri's face, bursting violently.

Dimitri's body was slammed, his face was haggard. He made a shield shortly before the explosion, so he survived.

Moments later Fyodor showers him with magic, causing Dimitri's body to slam around.

Dimitri could only survive, his body had not recovered enough to launch an attack.

At least for now, he should avoid fatal injuries. He could die if he did not resist Fyodor's attacks.

When the morale of Dimitri's army was running out, when they all almost gave up seeing their leader made moons.

That was when Dimitri launched a counterattack.

Dimitri quickly cast a spell at Fyodor who was about to attack him. It was a unique spell, a spell that could seal magic power within a certain period of time.

When exposed, Fyodor's body was filled with bluish symbols. The magic he was about to cast disappeared instantly.

“What is this? A spell that seals magic power?” Fodor chuckles down on disdain. “This kind of spell only lasts five minutes at most, what will you do in five minutes, heh?”

Dimitri grinned, he knew it well. The magic power binding spell would only delay death, it could not be used to kill Fyodor.

But that was the plan.

“System, let's do.”

[Good, Dimitri. Really, it's a brilliant plan. I'm impressed you thought of doing it.]

“Spatial dimension!”