The New Civilization of Witches

Chapter 75: The Holy Mountain (Part 1)

(How) can hear the short breath of the other witches. "Other people have to take over" Cara said loudly,

"Go, you'll carry me next."

The journey through the Unpassable Mountains was exhausting during the snowy winter.

Every day, forty-two witches had to find a suitable place for the camp, where they could also reinforce their badges so that they could withstand the freezing temperatures at night.

"Yes, honorable Mentor," the witch replied in front of Cara while crouching down.

As Leaves stepped to Cara's side, Cara summoned one of her magic snakes and wrapped it around Leaves' arm.

He then used it to pull himself up, so that he could stand up.

The moment the snake touched Leaves' body, Cara noticed that Leaves began to tremble slightly.

Damn Nightingale, thought Cara bitterly, if only she had not repeatedly rejected my offer of mercy, I would not mind bringing her back to our ranks of brothers.

But since we are nearing a critical moment, I cannot risk anything. And what was the result of my good offer?

Without hesitation, the damned traitor took the first chance to escape, he even tried to stab me to death …

This is what happens when I'm too good!

Cara's brain boiled in anger, Nightingale's punch directly pierced through her spine.

Although Leaf was able to heal her wounds quickly with the herbs, Cara's lower body was still paralyzed and felt nothing.

Wait until I reach the Holy Mountain! There I will gain the power to gather more witches, and with their help, one day I will cut you into thousands of pieces!

While fomenting his anger, Cara suddenly heard a voice

"Honored Mentor, there's a demonic beast in front of us." The voice belonged to Scarlett, who was responsible for scouting.

With his eyes, he could see all the obstacles and immediately found a trap in front of him.

He even had the ability to see fast-moving objects clearly, which was shown during one confrontation with the Church where he was able to drop arrow arrows with his bare hands.

“Let me down immediately. Go, you will also go and help them.” Leaves nodded as he crouched down and placed Cara on the rock.

Howa's sick hand instantly fell into the snow, from where a cold feeling spread throughout his body, making him sad to think, you can't even remove the snow before you take me down?

But he didn't say it out loud. After all, Leaves was an irreplaceable member of his brotherhood.

Previously Wendy with her good temper was responsible for recruiting new members for the Witch Cooperation Association, the,

while Leaves is responsible for maintaining morale and courage to ensure that the witches will follow Cara's orders.

Without his abilities, I fear we will lose more than half of our members due to the witch hunt.

When I think of Wendy, Cara's heart begins to hurt. He never expected that Wendy, along with whom he had created the Witch Cooperation Association to help as many witches as possible, would betray everyone for the sake of Nightingale.

Even after Wendy blew it up, she didn't want to kill Wendy. The poison released by his magic snake

"Suffering" only works slowly, but it will cause unbearable pain immediately.

After letting Wendy suffer for a short time, Cara plans to let the snake

"Nothingnesses"

bite him and remove the poison. He just wanted to teach Wendy a lesson. But no matter what, without the help of his magic snake, his poison could not be cured.

So Nightingale made the wrong decision by taking Wendy away. Without the bite of "Nothingness", Wendy would not be able to live another day.

Does that mean the former nun is destined to never reach their ultimate goal with her sister?

Cara doesn't care about any other escape, Lightning. He had just entered the Witch Cooperation Association and seemed to only have the ability to fly.

He had always supported other views on how they should search for the Holy Mountain, sometimes even questioning the Scriptures.

Every time the girl acted against the will of the Witch Cooperation Association, Cara wanted to throw the talkative little girl into the snow and strangle her.

By the time two wolf-like demonic beasts appeared from behind a corner on the mountain road, the witches were already prepared and waiting for the attack from the demonic beasts.

All sisters without fighting abilities were placed near the end to keep them safe.

The leaf was the first to unleash its magic, aiming at the weeds near the foot of the demonic beast.

Soon the green tendrils pierced through the snow and wrapped around the enemy's feet.

And soon froze in their muzzles and began convulsing before finally falling to the ground.

This is the power of the witch Cara is seeking. In a group of humans armed with swords, these wolves would wreak havoc, he said,

but in front of us the witches they perish in a matter of seconds.

Obviously, it was just us, witches with magic power who were loved by God. If only there was no such thing as the Stone of God's Retaliation –

bah, to hell with that stone, he spit on the ground, if that stone doesn't exist, how can the Church pressure us?

“Esteemed Mentor, let's move on,” Leaves said as he returned to Cara.

"Make someone else carry me." How to breathe,

"You're too tired from the fight." After the battle, they continued further along the way.

During the day, the women responsible for finding the next camping spot find a place with less snow, thanks to an under-the-wind setting.

After arriving at that place, they decided to rest and eat to recover stamina.

A magician with the ability to work with stones starts working on his magic.

When the ground and gravel begin to move and push the snow away, it seems that the ground comes alive.

Soon the soil became flat and dry. One by one the witches began to carry out their duties,

like making a fire and putting a pot on it to cook porridge.

They began to heat some snow to a boil and then added herbs strengthened by the leaves together into the water, which immediately began to emit a sharp aroma.

“Everyone please give me your badge,”

shouted a little girl with rare red hair like a raging fire. It was perfectly suited to his abilities, as his strength also had something to do with fire.

That allows it to heat any object it comes into contact with.

The badge that had provided so much help to the Witch Cooperation Association had been made by himself.

Although at first glance his abilities seemed insignificant, the truth was, that he was a great help to the Witch Association Cooperation.

Especially during their journey through the Unpassable Mountains, where they could find nothing to warm themselves to.

In the cold snow, it was very easy to lose heat from their bodies until they finally fell unconscious.

After everyone ate the wheat porridge, the witches packed their bags and started moving. According to the conjecture of Cara, called the Gate of Hell, was actually the gate to the Holy Mountain.

The Church deliberately changed its name to Hell to prevent the witches from finding the Holy Mountain.

According to the Ancient Book, they had to traverse a total of three stone gates, the last line before the savage land.

Normally, they were hidden deep in the ground, only during the blood moon would a stone gate appear to the surface.

After they departed from the camp, the witches had to walk about half a month through the Unpassable Mountains, the Witches,

but soon they will leave the mountains, set foot in the middle of nowhere.

During these past days, demonic beasts appeared more often.

"Quick, quick, quick, look ... what is this ?!"

Suddenly someone screamed in horror. Cara looked surprised in that direction, instantly dumbfounded in horror.

There was a city flying in the sky! The sky was still gray, and snow was still coming down from the extremely low clouds.

But within the clouds, there was a city, partly hidden and partly visible.

The buildings were built in a pattern I had never seen before, they looked like towers standing side by side.

If those black dots were windows inside the tower of average size, the peak would reach a height of hundreds of meters!

This is not something that humans can build!

Even the proudest building of the Church, the Cathedral in Hermes, which they call the Tower that Reaches the Sky, is only 50 meters tall!

Since this must be built by non-humans, then there is only one answer: This city has been built by the hand of God!

The way of difficulty held back his excitement, all the time the voice in his heart shouted – I found the Sacred Mountain!