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The past requires them to spend their entire lives waiting for a partner who may only appear to heal them, or perhaps...
Take the initiative to shoulder this unsolvable suffering!
Witches need no pity, nor do they need memories.
All they need to do is keep moving forward until they vanish into nothingness, or perhaps, let reality compromise with them!
Chapter 278 The Prince Who Brings Destruction
The gushing blood seemed to weigh a ton, embedding itself deeply into the ground before turning into a spring, spreading blood vapor.
Jolie Quentin was somewhat dazed. She gazed quietly into the distance, the blood energy gradually solidifying behind her transforming into a luxurious robe that revealed her status.
Before becoming a witch, she was a vampire prince.
But that's not important. What's important is that this princess overturned the entire vampire world and successfully made herself the last vampire in that world.
It's not about justice, nor is it about evil; it's simply about the sense of fairness in my heart.
The past is the past, and the present is the present.
Jolie Quentin tucked her staff back into her bosom—a miniature dagger—and then smiled at Jiang Kehan, who emerged from the blood mist.
She stood up calmly, her blood energy seemingly surrounding its sovereign, transforming into an intricately patterned spear that fell into her hand.
Jiang Kehan was speechless.
She finally understood why Ya Rou had said that the environment could only affect her alone.
In Jiang Kehan's eyes, apart from the blood moon that had risen in the sky at some unknown time and the blood pool at the feet of Jolie Quentin, there was nothing else.
But the empty hand that Jolie Quentin held, and the constant stinging threat emanating from her, told her: it's not that it doesn't exist, you just can't see it.
The cursed raven feathers and embers vanished abruptly a few meters from Jolie Quentin, as if they had never existed.
“You found me even faster than I expected.” Jolie Quentin’s tone was friendly, as if they were meeting in a tavern rather than in a duel arena.
"Or rather, you are better than I thought. It's an honor to be your opponent, Kehan," she said with a smile. "I've been following every single one of your duels."
Gentleness was Jiang Kehan's first thought upon meeting Jolie Quentin, but she immediately dismissed the idea.
Rather than gentle, it was more like composure. Jiang Kehan felt as if she was being looked down upon, and scratched her head in distress, but the firelight from the floating cannons behind her became even more dazzling.
"I didn't really want to meet you here, after all, Xiao Ting and I agreed to meet at the finals."
“And you’re a particularly troublesome opponent, the kind I dislike the most,” Jiang Kehan said helplessly, but the sword formed from magic in her hand grew even sharper.
Jolie Quentin looked a little surprised, but quickly smiled.
"I didn't expect to leave such a deep impression on you... and even pose a threat, which makes me really happy."
"In return, let's finish this quickly." Ignoring the onslaught of magic, she pointed the invisible spear in her hand directly at Jiang Kehan.
Jiang Kehan felt a sudden surge of crisis. She looked at the raven feathers and embers being blown away, and the increasingly bright blood moon, and her lips twitched involuntarily.
Seriously? We just met and you're already going into Phase Two?!
According to the normal procedure, shouldn't we have a good war of attrition, and then I will defeat you in one fell swoop by using the long trace of day and night?
Although Jiang Kehan was secretly complaining in her heart, her eyes remained fixed on Jolie Quentin.
After the blood moon reached its zenith, it suddenly vanished—no, it exploded at a speed beyond the comprehension of the two, then scattered crimson ripples across the entire dueling arena.
Jiang Kehan saw it.
The sources of the surrounding threats all revealed their true forms: the corpses of tens of thousands of soldiers, their blood and rust filling her nostrils.
Meanwhile, in the top position is a completely different Jolie Quentin.
She grew taller, transforming from a short girl similar to Jiang Kehan into a noble queen, making Jiang Kehan have to look up to meet her gaze.
Jolie Quentin wore a special cloth armor that was clearly designed for royalty, resembling a blooming steel rose, gorgeous and dazzling.
In her hand was a long spear, entirely black with golden patterns, forcing Jiang Kehan to squint and look at it directly.
“Welcome to my memories.” Jolie Quentin’s voice became hoarse, yet captivating.
"Are you ready, Kehan?" She treated her like a rebellious subject, still showing him final mercy.
Seeing this exaggerated scene, Jiang Kehan became extremely vigilant and couldn't help but remind the cats.
"Get ready, we're about to attack!"
But the only answer she received was the sword in her hand.
Jiang Kehan looked down in surprise, only to find that the sword she had created with magic had somehow materialized.
The intricate carvings on it clearly depict her floating cannon assembly!
“I forgot to tell you, there are no witches in my memories,” Jolie Quentin chuckled. “So you’ll have to rely on your own martial arts to defeat me, my lovely little knight.”
Jiang Kehan kept a cold face as she stubbornly tried to mobilize her magic, since even if the forbidden faction was outrageous, it couldn't change her magic.
Sure enough, she noticed something was wrong.
Just like at the very beginning, Jiang Kehan couldn't see the weapon that Jolie Quentin took out from her memories. At this moment, things that belong to the "present" are also forcibly distorted until they conform to the appearance in the other party's memories.
The essence of power has not changed; only its form has changed - Moon Chair Wing 9 Tumor III.
Jiang Kehan's attack spells can make the sword in her hand even more powerful, even tearing the earth apart with a single strike.
Defensive spells transformed into heavy armor, making her, the "knight," even more imposing.
Even though it was just a change in form, Jiang Kehan's face fell, and she looked somewhat depressed.
Unlike Jolie Quentin, who is clearly skilled in close combat and wields her spear with great power, Jiang Kehan's close combat skills are merely passable.
Moreover, in the flashback, Jolie Quentin clearly received more special advantages, making her exceptionally difficult to deal with.
At this moment, neither of them said anything more, but instead raised their weapons and slashed at each other, the flames in their eyes growing ever brighter.
Jiang Kehan dodged the spear's thrust and just as she raised her longsword to inflict a wound on Jolie Quentin's arm, she was swept away by the butt of the spear, forcing her to retract her sword in defense.
She felt the bruises on her waist, and her expression became increasingly serious.
Jolie Quentin's spear can apparently ignore defenses!
However, Jiang Kehan dared not dispel defensive spells, and instead relied on a more intense attack to force the opponent to defend.
Although her martial arts skills were ultimately lacking, her madness made up for it.
As an opponent, Jiang Kehan may not be considered qualified, but as a target, she absolutely showcased Jolie Quentin's strength to the fullest.
Jolie Quentin seems to be dancing, not fighting, bringing destruction with elegance.
Jiang Kehan, on the other hand, was more like a vampire with tenacious vitality, forcing her opponent to back down by trading blows.
Despite the difficulties, we persevered.
But soon the situation changed, and the voice of the spirit cat suddenly reached Jiang Kehan's ears.
"Kehan, Kehan! I've already deciphered the historical traces buried here for you, and now you can also receive enhancements!"
Jiang Kehan's eyes suddenly brightened. She finally remembered that the Heroic Spirit Cat was a cat ball born from history!
But... what kind of people's memories can be called history?
Jiang Kehan stared at the spot where the sword and spear met, and then at the place where Jolie Quentin's smile disappeared, her gaze hardened, and she fought with increasing frenzy!
Chapter 279 Going Against the Tide
As the battle intensified, the surrounding skeletons grew increasingly dark, like fragile blocks of blood-red ice, beginning to disintegrate on their own.
Jiang Kehan saw it.
These vampire knights roared within the shattered crystals, and opposite them, a dark red rose stood silently, spear in hand, like a god moving against the tide.
That's Jolie Quentin.
The opponent was covered in thorns, simply to cover the wounds that tore him open. Every time he was pushed back by the vampire knights, he would take two more steps forward with even more ferocity. He was so strong.
Gradually, Jiang Kehan saw despair in the vampire knight's eyes.
They didn't know why the woman in front of them was so strong, even though she was already riddled with wounds, she was still able to defeat them.
Until the very end, the fighting between the two sides became mechanical, while only the blood moon hanging high in the sky shone ever brighter.
This process repeats itself endlessly, from one end of the continent to the other. Jolie Quentin has conquered the entire world without ever stopping.
When she stopped, she had already become a witch.
The spear in his hand was stained with the blood of others and himself. Under endless curses and resentment, he could no longer hold on and turned to ashes.
Only the blood moon in the sky remained, and she gazed at it alone.
At this moment, Jolie Quentin smiled quietly. She stroked her neck, which was gradually becoming white and beautiful, and her sharp fingertips cut through the blood vessels, bringing death to herself without hesitation.
This poem is titled "Twilight of the Vampires".
“You see?” Zuli Quentin felt the resentment gradually accumulating on Jiang Kehan, and looked at her with a touch of nostalgia, turning towards her own resentment.
"Vampires are ugly by nature; their most romantic moment is when they are destroyed."
“A race born of original sin should be treated this way, and I have only done what I should have done, leaving them with a final dignity.”
Jiang Kehan was speechless.
She stared intently at Jolie Quentin's still gentle smile, feeling a strange chill.
Is this the real witch?
Although the images transmitted by the Heroic Spirit Cat show that vampires are no different from beasts, the vampire prince who willingly and gratefully slaughters all vampires is somewhat insane.
This even includes Jolie Quentin herself; if she hadn't accidentally become a witch, her death would have been the final footnote to this poem.
Jiang Kehan's sword clashed with Jolie Quentin's spear, producing black smoke and sparks.
The two stared intently at each other, their expressions no longer feigned ease, but rather a simple solemnity.
It was like a reenactment of the last scene of history.
What Jiang Kehan gained from history was not the resentment of the vampire knights, but the unchanging bestiality of Jolie Quentin as a vampire, the bestiality that she personally strangled.
In this history, the only one who could stand shoulder to shoulder with her was herself.
But for Jiang Kehan, this so-called bestiality brought only a more tenacious vitality and a strength that was enough to rival the opponent.
At least she could hold her own against Jolie Quentin with brute force.