The witch thought I am a Demon God

Chapter 62: Chapter 61: Pope’s Decree and 5 days (Edited)_1 Chapter 62: Chapter 61: Pope’s Decree and 5 days (Edited)_1 When the golden double-headed eagle flag fluttered on the low city wall of the Baron’s castle, the Son of Forest launched an attack at dawn on the second day.

In the face of thousands of arrows, the eagle flag still fluttered.

The flag designed by Ivita on a whim worked quite well.

The flag fluttered in the air, like a hawk soaring high in the sky, surveying its territory.

Underneath this flag, the morale of the human defenders surprisingly greatly boosted.

The Centaur Khan charged at the city wall, aiming his bow to shoot down the eagle flag, to demoralize the humans.

However, the Demon Hunter, Black Wolf, drank a potion called [Far-sight Potion], then raised his crossbow and fired an arrow.

The arrow shot by the Centaur Khan, the Divine Archer, collided in mid-air with the bolt fired by Demon Hunter Black Wolf, and both projectiles were split into two.

Black Wolf stood on the city wall, and exchanged a stare with the Centaur Khan standing beneath the wall on the plains.

The Centaur Khan scowled. “Demon Hunter!”

“Damn, I didn’t expect to meet him here!”

Black Wolf had also recognized the real occupation of the Centaur Khan. He said to Ivita, who was observing the situation: “That Centaur is a Divine Archer. Divine Archers and Demon Hunters have a historical feud.”

“The main base of the Divine Archers, Tenthan, once trampled over the King of Ravens’ palace, destroying the home base of the Griffin School of Demon Hunters, the Keirlahan Castle, a fiefdom of the king of the Mazhar Human Kingdom.”

Only then did Ivita understand, it was a natural rivalry among careers.

The Centaur Khan, underneath the city, shouted loudly: “The profession of Demon Hunter should never have appeared. Your appearance in the first place was only because the Ancient Civilization needed to confront the Divine Archers and the Wolf Riders.”

Black Wolf shook his head. “By now, the golden age of both careers are no longer, and neither of our careers are mainstream. However, our hatred for each other still continues.”

“How ridiculous.”

The Centaur Khan continued to shoot a few arrows from beneath the city, trying to shoot down the flag.

However, Black Wolf always protected the flag, preventing the Centaur from succeeding.

All the arrows shot at it were deflected by the bolts of the Demon Hunter.

On the other hand, Ivita circled her wrist’s triple tiara bracelet and cast a deeply malicious damage curse which almost hit the Centaur’s chest, nearly killing him.

Fortunately, the Centaur dodged it with a firm jump from his four legs.

However, the most interesting thing about magic is that it can’t easily disappear. Instead, it continues to exist in unexpected ways.

The damage curse missed, but the magical energy hadn’t dissipated.

The exploded magical energy, like a cloud of mist, surged into the bodies of the nearby Centaur Khans, destroying their bodies.

Even though he had not been directly hit by the damage curse, the Centaur Khan was temporarily injured and his strength significantly declined.

In this way, the Centaur Khan had to lead his men back to camp.

Today’s mission was just harassment, and since he was already injured, there was no need to continue the fight.

In the camp of the Sons of Forest, Pan was examining the wounds of the Centaur Khan. As soon as he touched the wound, he frowned. “Such deep malice, how can that boy have such deeply malicious magic powers? It doesn’t look like him.”

“This level of malice… is only second to the malice of the Evil King I saw in the Two Sicilies Kingdom.”

The Centaur Khan cursed Ivita sharply, “Damn wizard!”

“These wizards and witches should all be hanged.”

With these words, he immediately triggered a reaction from Ivita’s magical power within him. He started vomiting and suffering from diarrhea, as if he was succumbing to a serious illness.

“Do not mention the name of the wizard who cursed you or it would be best to speak as little as possible,” advised Pan. “That’s because you don’t know which word will trigger the curse on yourself.”

“Magic isn’t that easy to deal with.”

“You don’t have to participate in the next battle. I will arrange for my priests to treat your wounds.”

Pan did not intend to intervene himself, because after seeing the curse, he knew that it was just a spell of formal wizard level intensity.

Pan summoned the Snake Women and asked them about the spies they had planted in the city.

The Chieftain of the Snake Women smiled and said: “These few days, they are still trying to hide as many refugees inside the castle as possible. We even deliberately let a few groups of humans into the castle, while also planting a human craftsman spy. He will act tonight.”

“Humans have Charm Magic, but the Sons of the Forest also have ancient rituals.”

“The rituals of the Snake Women can influence human minds. Although it isn’t as instantaneous as Charm Magic in controlling humans with low willpower, under the long-term effect of the ritual and hallucinogens, that human’s willpower will gradually decrease.”

“In the end, the craftsman completely became our puppet. He will do whatever we ask.”

Hearing this, the Centaurs nearby were all terrified and moved a small distance away from her.

The Snake Women, among the Sons of Forest, were also unwelcome.

But Pan praised her. “You guys are doing well.”

On the morning of the third day of defending the city, the Sons of Forest launched another harassment attack as usual, letting the Centaurs wander underneath the city walls, firing several rounds at the city wall.

Of course, this attack didn’t breach the city wall.

However, something happened at noon that day.

Even the people defending the city discovered that the castle’s well had been poisoned and the water source had been contaminated. A few farmers who drank the well water immediately suffered from violent diarrhea and vomiting. Fortunately, thanks to the dilution of the well water, their lives weren’t in danger.

However, they couldn’t use the well water for a short while.

In the afternoon, the Sons of the Forest sent another letter offering a compromise.

Black Wolf, Blanton, the old witch, and Ivita read the letter in the study. The gist of it was that Pan God didn’t disregard Ivita’s efforts.

If they were willing to open the city gate, surrender, and dispose of all weapons, including magical items, the Sons of the Forest would merely exile them.

They would not massacre them.

Ivita didn’t believe the content of this letter at all.

After fighting with the Sons of the Forest for three days, he realized that they were not a centralized group.

Pan God must be fooling around!

What could he use to assure the lives of tens of thousands of humans in this castle?

Could he control the Sons of the Forest who harbored an immense hatred for humans?

Therefore, Ivita sent the letter back, warning Pan God that they had been delaying for three days.

Would the Sons of the Forest be discovered by the major human forces if this continued?

How many refugees had already fled the territory in all directions?

They would undoubtedly concoct stories about the Sons of the Forest!

However, Pan God disregarded this.

The struggle between Ambros City’s capitalists and land nobility was more intense than he had imagined.

Short-term, no one would notice there was a…war on the edge of Ambros’s Western Territory!

Pan God asked the chief of the Snake Women by his side, “I want to see how many days humans can live without water?”

The Snake Woman Chief licked her lips. “Dried human flesh is delicious.”

However, Pan God and the Snake Woman made a miscalculation.

The first to break were the Sons of the Forest.

An epidemic broke out among them.

Two days later, the humans defending the city hadn’t died of thirst due to the well’s contamination, but for some reason, a vicious plague had erupted among the Sons of the Forest.

A black, yellow substance stubbornly grew on many of the Sons of the Forest.

This human pus only infected the Sons of the Forest and not the humans.

It was as if it was specifically designed for the Sons of the Forest!

Pan God immediately realized this was the work of humans.

For a time, the Sons of the Forest’s troops were scattered in disorder, leaving Pan God almost at a loss.

The key issue was the news they received —
A power that they hadn’t anticipated had come from the southern peninsula into the Ambros Basin among the mountains!

It was the Red Bishop General from the most loyal dependent state of The Church — the Ferrara Duchy!

He came from the southern peninsula with the Golden Seal Royal Decree issued by the Pope after learning about Ambros’s situation.

This meant that Pan God could no longer be delayed here by Ivita, wasting time.

Meanwhile, Ivita had initially been somewhat pleased after learning that an epidemic had broken out among the Sons of the Forest’s army.

Moreover, he didn’t know why, but his total destructive magical power was rapidly increasing.

However, something happened suddenly that dampened his mood.

He received a letter.

It was from the Brotherhood of Small Faith Assassins — A notice from the openly light and virtuous assassin, Basang.

In the letter, he expressed his deep admiration for the cause Ivita was pursuing.

But he asked for God’s forgiveness because he had to kill a good person.

He would come tomorrow to assassinate the existing guardian of Baron Moro’s territory — Ivita!

He advised Ivita to savor his last day of life or use it to reinforce his defenses. Either way, he should make good use of the day.

Ivita was speechless. Damn it.

So, this was what they meant by openly virtuous.

So, they would send a notice first and then assassinate me?

The assassins of the Brotherhood of Small Faith all had unique personalities.

However, does that mean I have to skirmish with the Sons of the Forest and fend off the Brotherhood’s assassin for the whole day tomorrow?