NOVPUB769: 513.Doomsday Horn
769: 513.Doomsday Horn
Michael’s sagacity prompted Sophia to nod, and after giving the other party a glance, she shifted her gaze away.
Of course, given her naturally suspicious and cautious demeanor, she wouldn’t easily believe the other’s unverified declaration of allegiance.
However, since they had already made such a statement, it wouldn’t be good to press too hard.
Therefore, a warning like today’s was quite sufficient, for genuinely winning over Miss Seraph was not an easy task.
As for whether the other party might say one thing to her face and do another behind her back, such as immediately sending a message back to heaven after their return.
The Pure White Angel was not overly concerned about this, because her own Mother Superior had said that this year’s Witch’s Night was in a semi-enclosed state due to special circumstances.
The outside world could no longer spy on the inside of Witch’s Night; this dream was now in a mode that allowed entrance but no exit.
It didn’t matter whether it was these young Angels or even if the King of Angels himself came; they would have to obediently follow the rules after all…
Yes, Mother Superior had mentioned that the academy had been graced with the presence of The Third King.
When Sophia first heard this message, she was shocked.
After all, was such a fuss necessary for a mere academy festival?
Even the mostly inactive Third King had made an appearance, making her feel as though she had gotten entangled in some tremendous affair.
Yet clearly, it was not her place to fret over such high-level concerns as an ungraduated student.
The Pure White Angel speculated that The Third King had likely come for her soon-to-be-released Mother Superior.
So, she left the worries to her elders.
Sophia was more concerned about how to defeat the young miss.
“Then, my fellow Angels, the final plan commences.
Let us together sound the Doomsday Horn for this world,” she declared, her gaze stern as she surveyed the Angels around her.
Indeed, after five hundred years of preparation, the Pure White Angel had no intention of clashing head-on with the Magic Republic.
That had already been attempted in the first act.
Experience showed that even with absolute strength on her side, unexpected events always occurred when the enemy was the young miss.
Sophia had come to understand that what the young miss excelled in was disrupting others’ rhythms, drawing them into her own, and then triumphing with her wealth of experience.
Learning from her near defeat, where she had almost conceded the game in the first act, the Pure White Angel had become more prudent.
She had no intention of engaging in a direct battle with the young miss this time.
In fact, Sophia hadn’t contemplated battle at all.
Her ultimate conclusion from deep contemplation was simply to overturn the table.
The victory condition of Witch’s Night was never about winning a battle; it was about the very survival of the races.
The Angels aimed to quash the ascent of the Witch Clan, while the Witches sought to expel the Angels from their homeland.
So it was simple.
As the Antagonist Angel, Sophia didn’t need to engage in battle or killing.
All she needed to do was prevent the opposing Witches from achieving their victory goal.
Expel the Angels from Witch World?
Then what if Witch World ceased to exist entirely?
Yes, just as heaven’s War Chess wasn’t really a game of killing but more like a tower-pushing game, so it was with Witch’s Night.
Whether or not the Witches could be defeated was secondary; as long as Witch World could be destroyed, she would have a firm grasp on the game’s victory.
As long as Witch World itself could be obliterated, even if the young miss unexpectedly turned the tables on the Angels in the end, she would have to begrudgingly accept the fact that they had lost.
After all, due to the young miss’s unexpected meddling, the God King in this dream had not awakened, lacking the Power of the World’s support.
If the God King could not awaken, the Witch Clan would cease to exist, and the Angels would have directly met their victory condition.
Thus, she didn’t need to waste effort battling the young miss or other Witches—or even have the Glorious Divine Kingdom declare war on the Magic Republic.
All she needed to do was solely focus on hastening the decay of the world.
Destruction is always easier than construction.
Saving the world is difficult, but destroying it is not.
Over the past five hundred years, Sophia had readied everything.
She had even attempted to force an end to the game during the preparation phase, but regrettably, when the young miss was offline, there was still the ancient Phantom of the God King taking her place for the Magic Republic.
One must admit the God King was impressive.
Even as an unawakened Mortal, he was a formidable opponent.
As she spread chaos and panic, the other side disseminated order and hope.
After several centuries of open and covert struggle, neither had managed to overcome the other.
Instead, the continuous ‘arms race’ between them evolved Witch World from a barely alive small world into a barely alive Midworld.
But, it was useless.
Sophia admitted that she couldn’t rival the God King’s abilities, but she was the destroyer, and destruction was much easier than protection.
