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Many contracts were established based on the exchange of human resources, such as the mutual borrowing of certain special alien races.
Factions, on the other hand, represent a compromise among nobles who share the same ideals regarding the right to speak.
Although nobles believe in equality, their ideologies differ.
The British Empire, to realize its ideals, had to make its voice heard louder and formulate policies that suited its own needs, so as to implement and promote its ideals on a large scale.
To attract more alien slaves and witch trainees to join them, and even influence other witches who have not yet become great witches.
Therefore, the politics of the British Empire are both the freest and the most complex.
If you look closely, you'll find that the laws of the British Empire were even the most stringent among the six great empires—though it was indeed free.
So contradictory, yet so natural, it's like a real person, understanding human nature.
In this political climate, the ball evolved into the perfect setting for the Witch of the British Empire.
It's a brilliant reason to invite other witches to a meeting—not abrupt, and in line with the witches' beliefs.
Therefore, the ball gradually evolved from a social event into a platform for negotiation, trade, and even showcasing of power.
Behind the scenes, however, a proper ball is full of intrigue, compromises, and even betrayals, and is hailed as a political tentacles, the true art.
Of course, these things have little to do with Jiang Kehan.
What truly captivated her was the interaction that took place at the ball.
Apart from the one who never sets, the great witches of other empires, and even the witches of the end, rarely have the opportunity to sit together, as they are all busy with their own great undertakings.
At most, they would only occasionally contact each other via the terminal network.
Jiang Kehan, a witch with great potential but no reputation, has no social connections. If she wants to obtain resources above the level of a great witch, the only way is through the Witch Organization.
But the Witch Organization couldn't afford to give her special treatment, and the things they sold there were all fairly common.
You should know that customization is the best, and that's not just an empty phrase in the world of witches.
For example, rare spells like Angeli's Card are very difficult to obtain through witch mechanisms.
On the other hand, only by interacting with other great witches can one gain inspiration and combat experience.
Most papers of the "Great Witch" level are not the work of a single "Great Witch," but rather the result of collaboration among multiple "Great Witches"—provided they know each other.
To excel in witch duels, regular sparring with other witches is essential.
As for gaining experience through competitions?
The Witch's Peak Tournament is held once a year. What kind of experience can you gain from it?
Jiang Kehan was at a significant disadvantage in these aspects, which is why the British Empire and the ball held such a strong attraction for her.
On the other hand, the fact that no one can defeat such a powerful witch as the "Everlasting Sun" and that she is independent and self-reliant makes it a perfect environment for her to grow.
It's much easier to protect them than to protect those official witches under Liang Hua's control.
As for whether he can adapt to the infighting within the British Empire?
Heh, Jiang Kehan couldn't help but smile and puff out her chest.
With the resurrected Fran Witch as her asset, she is someone other great witches need to curry favor with, and she also has a large amount of war points that she can use to persuade Angeli.
She remembered it clearly; one of the exchange options was that Angelette would patiently teach her!
With Angela Terry as a backdrop, no one would deliberately make themselves uncomfortable.
Chapter 440 Royal Court
When Jiang Kehan readily agreed to make the Sun Never Sets the first stop on her journey to her ideal world.
Keva Miller has arrived at the royal court, the place where the Witch Queen sleeps.
Leading her the way was a witch dressed in a gorgeous white robe, wearing a hood and sharp high heels that could be used as weapons.
The other person had a slight smile on their lips, but didn't seem inclined to speak.
If Little Lilith were here, she would recognize that the other party belongs to the "Royal Knights," who are the implementers and guardians of the Witch Queen's will, beings known only to the great.
Keva Miller followed behind the other person, her gaze calm, but a sense of emotion rose within her.
If she wasn't mistaken, the other party was likely stronger than her, a true Witch of the End, and extremely skilled in combat.
"The witch has really changed a lot over the years."
Keva Miller murmured to herself, then looked around at her surroundings.
This is the gate to the royal court, but unlike the luxurious palace that many witches had imagined, it is a bridge that stretches into the depths of the universe.
The faint metallic sheen and the reflection from the milky white jade are the only colors here, creating a tranquil yet slightly dilapidated atmosphere.
Because at the end of this bridge is a cliff.
The jagged cross-section looked as if it had been forcefully broken by a giant, revealing fragments of broken stone and protruding metal strips.
However, everything changed when the king's rider stood by the broken bridge and reached out his hand.
It's as if space is concave inwards and expanding infinitely, with an infinity like a Möbius strip, constantly entangled, and ultimately meeting its demise amidst contradictions.
"Please, Ms. Keva Miller, put on this specially made outfit. It is difficult for anyone other than the Witch of the End to adapt to the absolute void."
Wang Xiaqi spoke with a smile, her voice unusually hoarse.
Keva Miller nodded, offering no objection.
Absolute nothingness cannot kill the Great Witch, but it can make her completely lost and unable to find her way.
As far as Keva Miller knows, there was only one great witch who could travel alone to the Void and return alone, and that was the former Queen of Witches.
However, the clothes handed over by the royal rider still surprised Keva Miller slightly.
This is neither armor nor the robes most often worn by witches, but rather a garment similar to a spacesuit, made primarily of air sacs, though it is not bulky.
Keva Miller ran her fingers over the fabric of the clothes and suddenly understood.
"This must be a product of the alien witch. The magic power poured into the air sac must be specially modified."
A witch's body is a special material, but apart from her hair, its value in the occult is not as high as her pure magic.
But the alien witches are different; they can produce more materials and have developed rather unique disciplines and products.
For example, the Noni Bird Clan Witch Egg Battery.
“Yes.” After seeing Keva Miller dressed, the king chuckled and replied, “As expected of Keva Miller, she easily guessed what I had never seen before.”
Keva Mieryi San0 Ba Erle gave a bitter smile and did not reply.
Her gaze was distant, tinged with regret. What good was all that knowledge and talent if you couldn't take that first step?
Unlike the great witches who can gradually become powerful through the passage of time, the final witch can only achieve her status through absolute talent, temperament, and strength.
As the king looked at Keva Miller's expression, his smile grew even more mysterious.
With a faint, ethereal hum, the illusory, infinite space that had coalesced between her fingers finally collapsed completely.
The entire universe resounded with a crisp sound, only to be casually wiped away by her; the embers before her, comparable to those of a black hole, were no different.
What truly matters is the minuscule little thing between the fingers, the true nothingness.
The two then continued on their journey, stepping into another "world".
The first impression of Keva Miller's Yinlingyinqi private property is emptiness; looking around, there is only deep silence.
Space no longer exists here, and time has vanished; all that remains is the bewilderment in one's heart.
But in an instant, that sense of bewilderment was overtaken, for a magnificent illusion, indescribable in words, rose before their eyes.
That was a kingdom that never fell, high above the heavens, a kingdom of eternal peace and tranquility.
Tethered by iron chains, forged in fire and blood, an arrogant romance; a roaring gait filled with struggle and friction, yet yielding to absolute power.
The Harmony Empire, which calls for equality and freedom in the name of atonement, sits idly by and lets everything happen, balancing between depravity and pursuit.
And twelve blazing suns and six bright moons together occupy everything.
"How about it, isn't it magnificent?" Wang Xiaqi said with some pride as he looked at these phantoms that broke through from reality into nothingness.
"This is the masterpiece of us witches."
Keva Miller remained silent for a long time, her expression softening, before finally revealing from the bottom of her heart: "Yes, we witches."
But they did not stop there; instead, they continued to push aside the illusions and venture deeper.
Then we arrived at the true royal court.
It stands guard where the stars have faded, using nothingness as its wall, listening silently to all the rises and falls, unmoved.
A little in front of the royal court are two giant sculptures, one on the left and one on the right.
Looking down into silence, its eyes glowed red, like a black crow cleansing away all filth.
And the white crow, gazing upwards with azure in its eyes, breaking free of its shackles as it ascends the ladder of ambition.
"These are the powers of two other people who are loyal to the Witch King. Unlike us, they are the maintainers of reality."
King Xiaqi looked at the two sculptures and spoke solemnly.
“Go further in, and you will see the silent knights; that is our symbol—the barrier that protects the Queen.”
"However, without the Witch King's decree, I can only take you this far. You will have to find your way on your own from here on out."
Keva Miller nodded slightly, watching the royal rider turn and leave.
She stood there for a while before gradually taking steps, her gaze clear and cold, filled with determination.
Some things should be put to rest.
Ignoring the blooming flowers and alluring fragrance around her, Keva Miller walked straight toward the Witch King.
Unlike other witches, the Witch Queen actually loves flowers and nature; she is not a mindless machine devoid of desire.
"Wal Palace Alice Sophia, I'm here."
Keva Miller stared directly at the empty throne, then lowered her gaze slightly to look at Sophia, who was half-crouching in the sea of flowers, and spoke thus.
"You said you would give me a satisfactory answer, and I have seen it."
"But... I still maintain my opinion: you are not worthy to be king."
Sophia chuckled softly and slowly raised her head. She had very distinctive white hair, and her expression was arrogant and sharp, carrying an air of composure and elegance, devoid of simple gentleness.