After Margaret finished dealing with the matters in the industrial district, she began to eliminate the invading enemies in accordance with the orders Diana had issued earlier.
In the past on Blue Star, there was a very interesting saying called 'you've been surrounded by alone'.
To others, this sentence might indeed just be an interesting joke.
But to Margaret and those invaders attacking the industrial district, it was not.
Regardless of what others thought, anyway, these invaders of the industrial district couldn't laugh after seeing the sky full of sharp blades flying everywhere, leaving only the word 'harvest' wherever they passed.
These transmigrators naturally knew of the witches' formidable points, but they didn't expect them to be formidable to this extent.
"Don't... don't be afraid! The opponent is only one person!"
It wasn't known which small fry fearfully shouted this sentence, wanting to boost morale.
However, let alone boosting morale, after the people near the teleportation array heard this sentence, they even birthed thoughts of wanting to leave.
As everyone knows, when words like this are spoken, they often represent the failure of a certain endeavor.
So, they were here for the materials for evolution items, and also to plunder, but they absolutely weren't here to look for failure.
Thus, many people quietly shifted towards other places.
After all, the witch opposite them looked truly too powerful, not to ntion the other party had a bunch of combat golems holding weapons following behind her.
Setting everything else aside, just these golems alone were enough to fight them back and forth.
With the golems pinning them down, things would only get increasingly difficult for them as the attacking side.
However, when the people fleeing from the industrial district teleported to the comrcial district wanting to reap so easy spoils, they found the entire street full of human statues made of gold.
No...
They weren't human statues.
Those were real, solid people, just that they had beco this way after being attacked by so unknown magic.
Run!
Ignore everything else, just escape the danger first.
Looking at the witches and birdn dogfighting in the air, this was the first thing this transmigrator thought of.
Thus, he teleported from the comrcial district to the academy district.
Looking at the na of this kind of place, one would know it definitely had things like books.
As a transmigrator who had survived until now, he naturally understood the importance of knowledge.
However, after he teleported over, he fell to the ground in an instant.
This entire area presented a bizarre green color.
Poison!
Without even needing an appraisal, and without even needing to look at his own status conditions, this transmigrator scurrying all over the place could see the problem.
Only, it was different from the previous few tis.
Flipped onto the ground now, he fundantally had no way to go anywhere else.
"Oh hey, there's actually a live one here."
Susie, wearing a green magic robe, walked up to this unlucky fellow, and beside her, an expressionless witch raised the large hamr in her hands.
"Don't..."
Before this invader could even finish his sentence, let alone utter words begging for rcy, he was ruthlessly hamred to death on the teleportation array by this witch.
"Dean, should we destroy the teleportation array or take it away?"
The hamr-wielding witch asked Susie.
"Dismantle it and take it away."
Although Diana's order was to destroy them, if conditions permitted, it was still better to take them away.
After all, because of material limitations, things like teleportation arrays were a case of one less for every one broken.
"What about those injured and deceased witches?"
"They have all been properly settled."
"Has the Toy Witch returned yet?"
"She has returned, escorted back by several Witch Coven mbers like the Thorn Witch."
Previously, the Thorn Witch and others wanted to save the dead Witch of Moonlight, so they had the Toy Witch rush over.
In the end, while dealing with the Witch of Moonlight, the Featherfolk and other small races launched a rebellion. So, right after their theory was put into practice, the few of them hurried towards Typhon City, where the casualties were the most severe.
After more than an hour of flying, they finally arrived at Typhon City.
And began to perform 'freshness preservation' on those deceased witches.
Tsk...
Hearing the hamr-wielding witch answer like this, Susie clicked her tongue.
It wasn't that she didn't welco them back, but their departure ant that the grand array of the entire Forsaken Territory could no longer be maintained.
After all, the people operating the grand array had left; it would be a ghost story if that magic array could still hold.
Thorn Witch: "It doesn't matter. We were short on manpower anyway."
Facing the questioning from Susie and the others, Cynthia, representing all the mbers of the Witch Coven, said a sentence that was absolutely not wrong.
Right now, it truly couldn't be held.
After all, Lan Qingyou took 22 mbers of the Witch Coven with her when she left, and the remaining ones could only be said to be barely maintaining it.
Now, three or four had suddenly left for Typhon City planning to resurrect the deceased witch, so there was fundantally no need to guard the grand array outside anymore.
Thorn Witch: "It works out perfectly. Anyway, the initial concept for this grand magic array was so that everyone could walk and work freely outside during magic turbulence or mana tides."
Thorn Witch: "And within the design philosophy, there was also the intention of sheltering weak small races. But now that the small races have rebelled, it seems there's no need to protect them anymore."
Thorn Witch: "Since they don't want this kind of peaceful life, then we'll just add so excitent for them."
Cynthia didn't have any favorable impression of these backstabbing traitors.
Setting aside the fact that these guys were robbing houses and killing their compatriots.
Just the fact that these guys' rebellion caused her work to fall behind, thereby further causing her to be unable to conduct her own research, was enough for Cynthia to want them dead.
No... it wasn't just Cynthia alone.
All mbers of the Witch Coven thought this way.
So the witches didn't care in the slightest whether those guys lived or died.
Of course, there were definitely small races among them who didn't participate in the rebellion.
But in this special period right now, no one would bother with this.
If you're innocent, if you want to continue living the lazy and relaxed days from before, then pick up your weapons and resist these rebels.
Otherwise, you might as well just die.
After all, it was the Witch race that provided a place of shelter for them.
Diana: "Then what about the other mbers? They can't just keep hiding in their sanctuaries, can they?"
In the open space of the habitat used as a temporary staging area, Diana asked the Thorn Witch in front of her.
Thorn Witch: "The other mbers of the Witch Coven will team up with each other, then go to the Forsaken City, the seaport, and the other towns to back up the witches, and hunt so invaders while they're at it."
The Thorn Witch, who was now completely acting as the liaison for the Witch Coven, said nonchalantly.
For these small races with populations of a few hundred or a few thousand, without the protection of the Witch race, their ultimate result would only be annihilation.
So if they didn't take up weapons and stand with the Witch race, that would already prove their 'fence-sitter' nature.
Fence-sitters...
Trying to have it both ways under these circumstances was basically courting death.
Even if the people of the Witch race didn't take action to 'clean house', those rebels and invaders wouldn't let these turncoats off.
Did they really think their own blood couldn't be used to make evolution potions?
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