Chapter 392 (1/2)
Chapter 392: Determination
Translator: TransN Editor: TransN
Roland widened his eyes and said, “Using dead…”
“No.” Agatha interrupted him. “Just as with demons’ blood, the flesh should be taken from a living witch.”
He heard Nightingale gasp behind him.
“This was the most important secret of the Quest Society. Not long after the experiment began, I left the stone tower of the Holy City. The only thing I knew about the experiment was that it used the blood of weak and old witches, mixed it with God’s Stone of Retaliation, and injected it into the bodies of mortals to make mortal’s body change.” Agatha’s tone was a bit grave. “Judging from the notebook you found, this research must have succeeded.”
“How much blood was needed?”
“More than half.” Agatha’s answer saddened Roland. “The blood must come from the same person, otherwise the magic powers contained in it would reject each other and their effectiveness would greatly decrease.” She paused. “You guessed correctly. A witch died for every experiment, and mortals could barely survive the erosion of the weakened magic blood. In the beginning, no one could survive. A great number of society members objected to it because they believed that mortals could never gain magic power. If not for the insistence of Chief Alice, this plan might not have been carried out fully.”
“But now the church has a huge God’s Punishment Army… According to Tilly’s information, there may be 500 to 1,000 God’s Punishment Warriors,” Roland said, frowning.
“Suppose the success recorded in the notebook refers to the increase of the transformation rate to 10%, it means that at least half of the witches had been killed. I don’t think those people could gather such a large number of old witches.”
“The church arrested and raised witches so that they could drain their blood and create powerful extraordinary warriors?” Roland felt the hand on his shoulder clench involuntarily. “Damn it. Hundreds of witches with all kinds of magic powers died in the Holy City of Hermes for no reason, and they were branded as the Fallen and were loathed by the public. Such an ignorant organization must be destroyed, even if its original intention was to fight against the demons.”
“Rest assured. I’ll stop them,” Roland said word by word.
After Agatha left, Nightingale shut off her Mist and appeared in front of him. She gritted her teeth and said, “I didn’t expect that was how God’s Punishment Army was produced! If the Church really came from the Union, their chief must be a lunatic! ”
“Indeed.” He sighed. “Now it makes sense why the church has been adopting female orphans and abandoned babies everywhere—they were only collecting materials for creating a huge army. Perhaps slandering the witches as Devil’s minions was also part of their plan, in order to justify their treatment of witches.”
“…” Nightingale did not respond, but her face was full of anger.
Roland slightly worried about her. Holding her hand, he said, “You don’t intend to…”
“Pick a fight with the church by myself?” She shook her head. “I’m not that silly. If they were so fragile that they could be overturned by a witch, someone else would have done it long ago.”
The prince felt a little relieved. “The ultimate goal of creating the God’s Punishment Army is to strengthen the church. If there’re extraordinary ones among the witches the church raised, they won’t have to give blood… Even escaping into the Mist won’t guarantee safety when facing witches loyal to the church. When we wage a war against the church, the safest strategy is to push forward step by step following the firearms of the First Army. Whatever the enemies are, they are no different in front of bullets.” He paused. “I’ve said that in the new world, witches will be able to live a normal life without restrictions, just like ordinary people do.”
“Hmm.” Nightingale whispered, putting her forehead on Roland’s head. “I’m sure you can do it all.”
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