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(New book has been released: "The Witch Warden") Eventually, everything will collapse and human civilization will disappear. In the dormant cabin, Wutong listened to Eden's song and didn't know what he was thinking. As one of the few remaining fusion warriors of the Fire Chasing Moth, he can barely survive until the next era of civilization. Shaoyan. "Prometheus?" "I'm here." Answered in an electronic voice with a hint of girlish youthfulness. "Time." "Everything is dormant and will start in one minute." Wutong is quite sensitive to time. He reached over to turn off the music and enter his password. Eden's song stopped abruptly. The most representative sounds of nature in this old era have disappeared and will no longer be heard. Wutong found a comfortable position and closed his eyes. "Good night, Prometheus." "Good night, Mr. Wutong." The dormant cabin slowly descends, the old world collapses, and a new world will eventually be born.

"The warden from Witch Prison rebelled in Bushjimen City." "The inhumane demon king and his witches are about to arrive in the Kirov Mountains." "The evil man-eating monster is approaching the holy city of Beloberg." "His Majesty, the Supreme Saint, is at your command to march in person." "The despicable army of witches is at a disadvantage." "The defeat of the rabble who overestimate their own capabilities is certain." "The Saint was defeated, the Warden Catherine was victorious." "Holy and selfless Lady Catherine arrived today at her faithful Beloberg." --Excerpt from "Perun Empire Daily"

(New book has been released: "The Witch Warden") In the year 6019 of the Witch Calendar, I, who was known as the "Chosen Girl", "Star of Hope", "Jasmine Witch"... Was sued to the Witch Supreme Court again. The witches who used to protect me all accused me this time and asked the presiding judge to severely punish my "crime". Because I cut off a branch of the World Tree and grafted it on.

(New book has been released: "The Witch Warden") The learned ghost hands the wand; The elegant vampire sits in the tavern and plays the bloody strings; The industrious immortals wield their hoes and cultivate the wheat fields of hope; The righteous heroic spirits and the evil lich sit together on a swing in the sunset; Innocent gargoyles play maze adventure on giant skeletons; The terrifying bone dragon and the death knight competed fiercely, rushing towards the distant finish line amidst the cheers of artillery and magic. The beautiful white-haired nun leaned against the stained glass window, looking carelessly at everything she had brought. She couldn't help but recall that distant morning many years ago when the teacher wanted to take her to the city to enjoy the glory and wealth. If she had not made a clear conscience choice at that time, she would not have become a witch who kept the queen awake at night and made the goddess tremble. "Sister Sister, what is magic?" A childish voice interrupted the scattered thoughts. "Divine magic is the art of controlling gods, similar to necromancy magic." Irene retracted her gaze and said with a smile.