The Evolution Of A Goblin To The Peak - Chapter 1009: Witch Hunt: Madness

Ugh!

It hurts.

It hurts…

Remuria lay on the ground, writhing in agony. It felt as though she were being consumed by flames, with sharp needles piercing every pore of her body. The pain was excruciating.

Elder Grecia and Cermine watched from the sidelines as Remuria underwent this torment.

“If you have truly awakened a soul weapon, then you are free to do as you please. I will not stand in your way,” Elder Grecia declared.

Remuria lay in agony, unable to hear or speak, consumed by unbearable pain.

As Remuria’s energy levels began to rise, Elder Grecia raised her eyebrows in surprise.

“Elder, what if she succeeds? Must we truly grant her the position of an elder? Should we not intervene?” Cermine asked anxiously.

“Do not interfere. Despite my disdain for her, I will not stoop to such actions. If she succeeds, it is her fortune,” Elder Grecia replied coldly, dismissing any notion of intervention.

The door slammed open, and a bloody figure burst into the house: Lavin, Remuria’s husband. Elder Grecia was so focused on Remuria that she didn’t notice his entrance.

At the sight of his wife and child in agony, Lavin’s fury erupted. Drawing his sword, he gathered mana into it and charged at Elder Grecia.

“You dare to do this to my wife?!” Lavin roared furiously.

Startled, Elder Grecia raised her hand in defense.

Boom!

A massive slash cleaved through half of the house, enveloping the area in dust and smoke. Lavin gritted his teeth in anger. He had come here upon hearing news of Remuria’s capture by an elder. The report claimed that the elder intended to eliminate Remuria, a potential candidate for the position of elder.

Initially skeptical, Lavin found himself with no choice as a group of witches blocked his path, attempting to kill him. In that moment, he realized that the news might indeed be true; otherwise, why would the witches be after him?

His suspicions were confirmed when he saw Remuria spitting a mouthful of blood onto the floor. Without hesitation, he launched an attack on the elder.

Lavin didn’t hesitate as he launched himself again, releasing his energy, causing the ground to shake as his sword emitted a dazzling light.

“You dare to draw your sword against the elder!” Cermine roared, leaping forward to clash with Lavin.

“Wait!” Elder Grecia reached out her hand, but it was already too late.

Cermine and Lavin collided fiercely in the air, creating ripples in the atmosphere.

Several kilometers away, Elder Uiny sat in a chair with a cup of tea in her hand, unable to hide the pleasant smile on her face.

“It’s happening… This event will create a crack among the witches,” she muttered, glancing at her tea.

Everything had been orchestrated by her. She was the one who had provided the information to Lavin. She had also ordered those witches to block Lavin’s path. Those witches were members of the Moon Coven, just like her.

Bang!

Lavin crashed to the ground, creating a massive crater. He was strong, but compared to Cermine, who could become an elder, he was nothing.

“The punishment for drawing your weapon against an elder is death! No one in the Walpurgis Night could do that!” Cermine declared fiercely as she slashed her blade.

Boom!!

Simultaneously, a huge burst of flames erupted in the area.

Elder Grecia turned her head and murmured, “She’s at the final stage…”

Remuria stood up, surveying her surroundings. She spotted her husband on the ground, covered in wounds.

“L-Lavin!” she shouted.

Gritting his teeth, Lavin kicked Cermine away, then rose to his feet. “Run, Remuria! The path at the back is clear! I’ve dealt with all the witches hiding in the shadows!”

“What?!” Remuria’s eyes widened in disbelief.

The flames around her surged uncontrollably. She could barely contain the intense blaze she was releasing. The temperature continued to rise without relent.

“You have to control it, Remuria,” Elder Grecia urged.

“Shut up!” Lavin roared, charging at Elder Grecia with all his might.

Cermine crashed several dozen meters away, a faint smile playing on her lips as she watched the scene unfold with trepidation.

“Lavin won’t last much longer. I poisoned him in our clash just now. Remuria will witness her husband’s demise,” she muttered inwardly.

Elder Grecia sidestepped, evading Lavin’s attack. “I understand your anger, but I haven’t harmed Remuria,” she stated calmly.

“You understand? Take a look at your surroundings!” Lavin roared, swinging his sword with all his might.

Elder Grecia turned her head, her perception expanding. Finally, she noticed the corpses of several witches. She couldn’t comprehend how she hadn’t noticed them before. If Lavin had fought them, the energy fluctuations should have been significant.

Swoosh!

In that moment, Lavin’s sword reached her neck, and she was sent flying several dozen meters

Away.

Boom!

“Argh!” Remuria roared in pain as a staff with a draconic design manifested in front of her. Her soul weapon had finally awakened.

Remuria was utterly confused. Her heart raced, her mind swirling with questions. Why was Lavin fighting Elder Grecia? How had this confrontation even come to be?

As her confusion mounted, the flames around her danced wildly, engulfing the entire area.

Boom!

A deafening sound reverberated as several figures materialized in the air. It was the Crescent Moon Corps, led by Mavois.

“Lavin! You’ve committed a grave sin by murdering witches and attempting to harm the elder!” Mavois’s voice echoed throughout the area.

In an instant, they launched an attack on Lavin. Despite his efforts to resist, Lavin was

Helpless against these elite witches.

Mavois landed beside Elder Grecia and asked, “Are you alright, Elder?”

“Yeah, I’m unharmed. But I’m puzzled as to how he managed to kill those witches without my notice,” Elder Grecia replied, her eyes narrowed with suspicion. She had a foreboding feeling

About the situation.

“Elder Grecia, forgive me, but…” Mavois paused, hesitant to continue.

“But what?” Elder Grecia glanced at him, her curiosity piqued.

“Your son is among them,” Mavois replied in a low voice.

“Huh?!” Elder Grecia’s eyes widened in disbelief, feeling as though she must have misheard.

Meanwhile, in a distant location, Elder Uiny began to laugh maniacally.

“Hahaha! Even if you attempt to remain calm, hearing of your son’s demise will inevitably

Stir your emotions!”

Raising the cup of tea in her hand, Elder Uiny reveled in the chaos she had orchestrated. This event would create fractures among the witches, gradually dividing them and providing her with an opportunity to infiltrate their ranks with her own followers.

It’s perfect.

Chaos reigned, and the frenzy of madness and rage brought her pleasure. The demise of the Walpurgis Night was drawing closer.

Elder Grecia, Remuria, and the others were mere pawns in this game. They would all lose their

Loved ones. They would turn against each other.

Argh!

Remuria cried out as she gazed at her child. Remus was just a baby, unable to withstand the

Pressure of the experts and the chaos of battle.

She struggled to control the flames unleashed by her newly awakened soul weapon.

“No…! This can’t be happening! Why?!”

Remuria felt herself slipping into madness, and the same despair consumed Elder Grecia, who

Had just lost her son at Lavin’s hands. Little did they know, someone had orchestrated this

Tragic scenario.

As Elder Grecia moved without restraint, Lavin experienced the true power of an elder. The force of her dream power spread out, crushing him without resistance.

In that moment, amidst the chaos, it was evident that no one could match the might of an

Elder. Only another elder or a Supreme Elder could hope to counter Elder Grecia’s power. “Remuria, you can’t die yet! I’ll help you escape from Elder Grecia’s grasp! Remember everything that transpired here!” Elder Uiny declared, extending both of her hands.

But Elder Grecia was consumed by grief at the loss of her son. Nothing else mattered to her. With cold determination, she personally ended Lavin’s life, the one responsible for her son’s death, right before Remuria’s eyes.

Filled with despair, Remuria found herself unable to even hold her child, knowing her uncontrollable flames would only consume him, reducing Remus to ashes.

In a strange twist, when Elder Grecia moved to attack Remuria, the landscape underwent a mysterious transformation. Pillars of boulders erupted from the ground, separating the two

Women.

This tragic turn of events had blindsided everyone except for a select few involved in the

Scheme. The outcome had claimed the lives of Elder Grecia’s son, as well as Remuria’s

Husband and child.

…

Red Mist fixed a steely gaze upon Elder Amulgu, Elder Grecia, and the group of elite witches

Before her.

“I will never forget what transpired,” she declared, her tone seething with anger. Despite her battered body, she was resolved to fight these witches to the bitter end.

“Traitor… You escaped before, but you won’t do it again! Today, you will fall no matter

What!” Elder Grecia’s voice was laced with determination.

Suddenly, the ground trembled violently, and fissures formed in the fabric of space.

Boom!

“What’s happening?” Elder Amulgu muttered, gazing upward.

“The dimensions in the Dream Palace are colliding, causing ruptures in space,” Mavois

Explained.

Elder Grecia and the others followed her gaze and beheld a massive tear in the sky, revealing

The realm beyond the Dream Palace. The six holy stakes shone brightly amidst the dense

Clouds of dream power.

At that moment, a voice reverberated throughout the region.

“I, Souta Ieshi, hereby declare that today marks the downfall of Walpurgis Night!”