Chapter 1209: I'm Here to Help You
The tentacles were at least one and a half meters wide, with lengths that couldn't even be estimated.
The bullets fired by the security team couldn't even shatter these tentacles, let alone reach the two witches!
"Familiars at the level of Beast Vassals? Just who are these two?"
The squad leader's trembling voice echoed through the public channel.
"Ahahahaha! Since this is a Demon District, there's no need to be so surprised by familiars of this level, right?"
The Crimson Witch laughed wildly and unrestrainedly.
"Can't be helped. After all, this city is where that detestable little brat lives!"
The Jet-Black Witch revealed a face full of malice.
"Time to send you off!"
She took out the book tucked under her arm and placed her hand on its pages. The ancient text on the book immediately emitted a demonic glow, and formidable magical power surged forth.
In that instant, countless tentacles emerged from the seabed, climbing up the cliff and seizing the security team members one by one.
"Let your own blood adorn this city with even more beauty!"
The witch laughed viciously.
The grimoire in her hand emitted a crimson magical light.
The tentacles immediately tightened, pulling the security team members toward the seabed.
"BOOM-CRACK!"
Golden lightning suddenly descended from the sky!
In an instant, the entire world was illuminated as bright as daylight.
The lightning, containing astonishing light and heat, instantly charred all the tentacles extending from the seabed into ashes in the blink of an eye!
The remaining tentacles immediately retracted as if electrocuted.
"Who's there?!"
The Crimson Witch exclaimed in shock.
"Such powerful magical power, to destroy our familiars in an instant?"
The intense shock stirred her heart, filling her with both terror and fury.
"This lightning?"
The Jet-Black Witch frowned in surprise.
"It feels somewhat familiar—exactly the same as the lightning from that video!"
"Don't tell me, sister?"
The Crimson Witch was startled by this.
"Does that mean we've already caught the attention of some formidable figure the moment we arrived at Itogami Island?"
When it came to the person currently most not to be provoked on Itogami Island...
It was neither the Duke of Aldegyr from the Warlord's Empire, nor the Ninth Prince of the Lost Warlord Empire, nor even the local Artificial Island Management Corporation—but that monarch who currently existed only in legends!
"It seems you still have some self-awareness."
A low voice carried by the wind arrived, its tone betraying neither joy nor anger.
Both witches stiffened simultaneously.
Immediately after.
A golden figure slowly descended from the sky, landing before everyone.
The familiar, domineering, and inexplicable armor made both witches' expressions turn extremely grim.
"The Fourth True Ancestor!"
"We were discovered before we even set foot on the island?"
Terrible thoughts flooded their minds.
What to do, what to do, what to do?
To actually encounter the Fourth True Ancestor!
This could be fatal, right?!
"The Fourth True Ancestor?"
"Could it be that he saved us?"
Meanwhile, the security team's public channel was filled with the astonished voices of its members.
If not for that bolt of lightning earlier, they would have already been dragged into the depths by the tentacles!
Had this Fourth True Ancestor actively saved them?
"Get lost now."
The figure clad in golden armor glanced back and coldly barked.
"...Retreat! All units, retreat!"
The squad leader gritted his teeth and hastily issued the withdrawal order.
This situation was far beyond what a mere squad could handle!
Staying any longer risked being caught in a clash of titans and obliterated by the aftermath!
The security team members quickly rose to their feet, rushed into their vehicles, and sped back toward the city without looking back.
"Might I ask what brings the Fourth True Ancestor here in person?"
The Jet-Black Witch, unable to bear the deathly silence, forced a smile as she inquired.
"You come to cause trouble on my turf, and still ask why I'm here?"
The armored figure let out a derisive laugh.
"Are you overestimating yourselves, or underestimating me?"
No trace of emotion could be detected in his voice.
Yet his icy tone made one feel as if plunged into deep winter, sending involuntary shivers down the spine just from hearing it, his pressure overwhelming.
"Sis, we don't need to mind him! So what if he's the Fourth True Ancestor? We're not pushovers either!"
The Crimson Witch couldn't stand the oppressive pressure that made her tremble.
As if to bolster her courage or out of defiance, she snatched the grimoire from the Jet-Black Witch's hands.
"Wait, Octavia!"
The Jet-Black Witch's expression instantly changed drastically.
But the Crimson Witch had already placed her hand on the grimoire.
"Boom!"
A crimson shockwave shattered the atmosphere, unleashing a deafening roar.
The Crimson Witch instantly froze solid.
The shockwave grazed past her by a hair's breadth, tearing away a portion of her floating hair and even destroying her triangular hat, the symbol of a witch.
But these were trivial matters.
Never in her life had she been so close to death; the terror made her tremble violently, her mind went blank, all strength seemed to drain from her body, her legs gave way, and she collapsed to the ground.
"If you think a duo is too many, I don't mind helping you become a solo act."
The armored figure's indifferent voice held not a shred of pity.
This became the final straw that broke the two.
"No, my younger sister was just momentarily foolish! We absolutely meant no offense, Lord Fourth True Ancestor, please forgive us!"
The Jet-Black Witch abandoned her insignificant dignity and knelt on one knee.
She slapped the grimoire out of the Crimson Witch's hands and spoke respectfully.
"Whatever punishment you deem fit, we sisters are willing to accept!"
Her tone became exceptionally soft, filled with a seductive allure, the implication unmistakably obvious.
The two sisters, with their outstanding looks, fiery figures, and contrasting styles, could be said to perfectly cater to a man's preferences. An ordinary man might have immediately started singing into a microphone.
"Stand up and answer my questions."
But the armored figure showed not the slightest wavering, his tone carrying only command.
"You are the 'Witches of Ashdown,' the Maya sisters, correct?"
"Yes, my lord."
"Your goal is the Prison Barrier?"
"We'll leave at once!"
The Jet-Black Witch's heart tightened, and she immediately stated her stance.
I thought this year would be an opportunity, but I got targeted by the big boss right after arriving!
This year is completely hopeless now. Better wait for the next chance!
"Halt! Who said you could leave?"
But before the two could move, the armored figure stopped them.
"This... What does the True Ancestor mean?"
The Dark Witch was somewhat confused.
What was the purpose of this ultimate boss who suddenly appeared before them, two frontline soldiers?
"To open the Prison Barrier, you not only need the power to distort space but also an immense amount of magical energy. How were you originally planning to gather it?"
"This... by sacrificing the 100,000 lives on Itogami Island."
The Dark Witch gritted her teeth and revealed the truth.
"Cease that method."
The armored figure immediately said coldly.
"I will provide the necessary magical energy!"
"Huh?"
Both the Dark Witch and the Crimson Witch were stunned.
"Is there a problem?"
The armored figure retorted.
"No, no! It's just... what does the True Ancestor mean?"
"Still don't understand?"
He sneered, his tone devoid of emotion.
"I'm not here to deal with you—I'm here to help you!"