Chapter 1113 - A Third Wheel (2/2)

Farrina knew the reason.

Because Pure Witches could be subdued by a God’s Stone.

But the church had no feasible measure to control a God’s Punishment Witch as powerful as an Extraordinary.

As a result, they had not considered the creation of God’s Punishment Witches.

If the pope in the Holy City had indeed cared about the human race, many believers would have been willing to sacrifice themselves, including witches.

However, this possibility had long since passed.

Apparently, the church was not as passionate about saving the world as they appeared to be.

“Everything the church did was a joke,” Farrina thought weakly in bed . “The God’s Punishment Warriors were meant to fight the demons but they used them to merely overpower witches.”

This fact seemed to have also gradually dawned on Joe, who asked nervously, “How many people like you are there in Neverwinter?”

“Several hundred,” Zooey answered, shrugging. “We use the bodies donated by the church, so don’t be too flustered if you see someone you know.”

Farrina vaguely understood why Joe asked that.

It was impossible for the witches to impersonate hundreds of God’s Punishment Warriors at a time.

Judging from the innocent look on Zooey’s face, Farrina knew she was telling the truth.

Zooey’s answer cleared her last doubt.

Farrina felt the world that she had been relying on gradually fall apart.

She wanted to be needed.

She used to put her faith in the church. As a church member, she was obligated to shoulder the responsibility of saving the four kingdoms and the human race. But now, everything she had once firmly believed in began to crumble like a weathered wall inside her, behind which nothing remained.

She must… do something.

“The church… the church can rectify it… and make things right again…” Farrina said with difficulty.

“How?” Zooey asked, shooting her a cold stare.

“You need… bodies to create God’s Punishment Witches, right? Only the church can do that. For example, me — ” Farrina gasped. “I can offer my body.”

“Hmm,” Zooey said, a playful smile fluttering over her face. “You don’t mind losing your mind?”

“Farrina!” Joe exclaimed exasperatedly

“If that will save the human race — ”

In this way, she would have something else to rely on and would be needed again…

However, her dream was shattered as Zooey said coldly to her, “Very interesting, mortal, but we no longer need God’s Punishment Witches anymore.”

“Wh-why?”

“Because it doesn’t work,” Zooey said while spreading out her hands. “The plan probably would have worked if this was still 400 years ago, but the demons have improved a lot too. God’s Punishment Witches can’t defeat them anymore. That’s why all of us are now supporting the King of Graycastle.”

“…” Farrina’s parched lips parted like a dumb man’s. For a moment, phrases attempted to form in her mouth but in the end, she only managed to produce a few odd hissing noises.

“Living witches, no matter how weak they are, can still be very powerful once they’ve found the right path. King Roland discovered that ordinary witches don’t necessarily need magic blood or a shell to become strong. Everyone now believes that they can learn and make progress,” Zooey said as she rose to her feet and headed to the door. “In other words, no witch would be willing to offer their blood even if you wanted to sacrifice your body, because it’s not worth it.”

Zooey stopped and smiled at Farrina at the doorway.

“Let me be frank with you, the church was a mistake from the beginning.”

Farrina heard something crack deep down inside.