Witch, I'm really not the Deep Sea Ancient God!-Chapter 639 - 381: Witch An and the Book Saint_3

Chapter 639: Chapter 381: Witch An and the Book Saint_3

Without A-rank Cracks, there would be no Tower of Books!

The strategic value of A-rank Cracks far exceeds imagination.

And among them, the Taboo Artifacts can change the layout of the Extraordinary World.

The Book Saint was browsing through books.

Currently, within the Sea Coffin Crack, the unique taboo creations, Crack Blade and Ice and Snow Coffin, remain unclaimed!

As long as one achieves a rating of B or higher, there is a chance to obtain these two taboo creations!

Each Taboo Weapon is enough to build a dynasty!

The ocean has become interesting… she quietly said:

“The Crack War is not up to us, the moment the A-rank Crack collapses, the war has already begun.”

The people in front of her were extremely excited.

They couldn’t imagine the scene of Shell Country and the White Tower Federation going to war!

It should be known, they have maintained peace for three hundred years.

In these years, the White Tower Federation and Shell Country had always been the closest allies.

The Book Saint continued to speak:

“Nobody can resist the temptation of the A-rank Crack, whether it’s the Golden Flower Bird Kingdom or the Black Blood Empire, they would rush into the Witch Sea like a hungry pack of wolves.”

Then, sensing the doubts among the crowd, the Book Saint gave a slight smile:

“Don’t worry, we are just entering the Witch Sea, there’s no need to worry about Shell Country’s hostility, soon, Shell Country will be begging us to enter the Witch Sea.”

Begging us to enter… a hint of confusion flashed through the mind of the White Tower Messenger.

Why would Shell Country beg the Tower of Books to enter the Witch Sea?

She silently noted down this order.

Just as she paused her pen, the Book Saint snapped her fingers.

In the eyes of the White Tower Messenger, suddenly appeared scene after scene.

The instinct of the Disaster Messenger’s Lamp Phase can predict great disasters.

In her twenty-seven years of life, she had already witnessed countless city-destroying disasters, and in the Cracks, seen countless terrifying natural disasters!

She has long been accustomed to remaining calm in the face of any disaster.

Yet at this moment, her hands couldn’t stop trembling.

In her pupils, reflected a shade of black that did not belong to this world.

On the boundless Crack Sea, a giant eye resembling a bloody mouth gazed down from the sky at this world!

And in the vortexes close to shore, a gigantic hand was slowly reaching out from the Abyss!

In the land of the unknown, a dust-sealed sea god statue was being uprooted by numerous twisted devotees!

“This is…”

The White Tower Messenger trembled uncontrollably.

The scenes she saw, all related to A-rank Cracks disasters!

But most crucially, these disasters were occurring above the Witch Sea, not within the Crack!

There’s also an extremely horrifying point:

All A-rank Cracks are about to collapse!

The Book Saint explained:

“This disaster is not something Shell Country alone can withstand.”

All A-rank Cracks collapsing… the White Tower Messenger had an ominous premonition.

It was known that under normal circumstances, the collapse of an A-rank Crack could already distort the structure of the ocean.

If several were to combine, it might spawn a Taboo Crack beyond the rank of A.

“I understand, Lord Book Saint.”

The White Tower Messenger nodded.

If all A-rank Cracks are collapsing, then no matter what, the Tower of Books must enter the Witch Sea.

Otherwise, the White Tower Federation might completely lose the ocean!

The White Tower Messenger, Emma, stood up to leave.

“I hope the Ice Witch won’t bother me too soon; I still need to teach the new student—”

The Book Saint yawned deeply and then, lowering her head, looked at An and the Water Elf who had been kneeling for a long time.

The Book Saint asked:

“An, what are you trembling for?”

“I…”

An didn’t know how to describe her feelings.

While she was diligently preparing for her trials, striving to advance to Fourth Rank, Chen Qi had already become a Legend and had cleared an A-rank Crack!

This damnable guy! As a teacher, and also a student, underneath An’s calm exterior, a strong desire surged.

“Is it the Black Hunter?”

The Book Saint inquired.

“…”

An’s pupils suddenly contracted.

Why did the Book Saint know about her secret relationship with the Black Hunter?

Was it Melanie… An suddenly thought, showing a fearful expression.

If the White Tower Messenger was not lying, then now all high-class Transcendents were seeking the Black Hunter!

The Book Saint said nonchalantly:

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“Just some speculation, do not be afraid, An, you have the talent to assimilate A-rank Crack Magic Nets.

Do you know?

Even many Fifth Rank Saints can’t connect with an A-rank Crack…

You are a miracle among miracles, a genius among geniuses, although I have seen quite a few.”

“…”

An swallowed hard.

Suddenly, the Book Saint seemed to think of something, bowed her head, resting on her arms:

“According to my deduction, the Black Hunter is the Disciple of the Witch.

Rest assured, under my guidance, you will surpass the Black Hunter, An~”

Surpassing Chen Qi… An was immediately captivated by the Book Saint’s promise and hastily said:

“Thank you for your grace!”

The Book Saint yawned long:

“From now on, you will be my student; you need to pay tuition of one hundred million Shell Coins.”

One hundred million Shell Coins? An raised her head, her eyes blank.

Even after passing the trial, there was a tuition fee.

She sincerely said:

“I don’t have money.”

“…”

The Book Saint paused for a moment, then raised her small hand, pointing to the Water Elf by An’s side:

“Then use that Pet Beast as a debt settlement; I happen to need a Water Elf.”

Water Elf? An swallowed hard.

The moment she stepped into the library, the Book Saint had been staring at the Water Elf!

It was rumored that the Book Saint loved to sleep and had high demands for sleep quality.

An summoned the courage to ask:

“Lord Book Saint, no, Teacher… do you need a pillow?”

A pillow? The Book Saint tilted her head in confusion:

“No, it’s a scrubbing towel; I’ve always wanted a Water Elf as a scrubbing towel.”

“Huh?”

An was stunned.

The Book Saint gave a slight smile:

“Alright, An, come with me, I need to teach you how to be an elegant Witch.”