This feeling of having his body suppressed by magic energy wasn't something Su Ming liked very much.
Although the magic floating cloak gave him considerable magic resistance, and his own armor was made of N Metal alloy, due to his body's incompatibility with high magic concentration, his heart always felt an unusual sensation, as if being squeezed.
This feeling was similar to when he faced Emperor Vishanti last time.
But the Witch Mother's power was even deeper and wilder, this chaotic power was like an untamed black wild horse, galloping across a pitch-black barren wasteland.
You can only see a vague outline, but you can't catch it with your bare hands.
When facing the Witch Mother up close, this feeling became more concrete.
"Witch Mother, please hear me out."
Su Ming didn't draw his weapon anyway, as it wouldn't help kill a concept. Instead, he decided to appear small, hoping to draw some information from her mouth.
Anyway, according to the plan, she wouldn't live much longer. Let her enjoy her final moments as the God of Witchcraft...
Hecate was slightly taken aback, not quite understanding.
This mortal had ruined many of her plans, but thankfully she still didn't know what Su Ming had done to that Crow Death God.
So seeing this mortal's submissive posture, perhaps he finally realized that mortals could not oppose gods. Hecate decided, kindly, to answer his question before he died.
Yes, he had to die for disrupting her plans earlier.
She slightly suppressed the feral smile on her face, trying to form a graceful and dignified expression, just like an old witch offering an apple to Snow White.
"Speak, mortal. I will fulfill your dying wish."
Su Ming didn't care about what she said. In his eyes, she was already a dead person, no, a dead 'concept'.
"I have a question, which I'm sure you're aware of—the entire cosmos is on the brink of death. Why did you choose this moment to reclaim your power?"
Hecate quietly looked back at him: "A chance for revenge? It's already too late."
"Revenge? Because the gods stole the power of witchcraft from you?"
A terrifying expression appeared on the Witch Mother's withered face: "No, the power of witchcraft was given to them by me."
What the Witch Mother told Su Ming next was a different version of the story.
At the birth of the universe, she already existed as a symbol of 'mystery' and 'moon'.
At that time, she was still an innocent young lady, enjoying running freely in the cosmos as if strolling in her own courtyard.
One day she approached the boundary of the courtyard and found another vast world beyond.
There, it was filled with forces capable of changing the world, telekinesis, and energy.
She dug a small hole in the courtyard fence to access these creative and destructive forces, known as witchcraft fire.
This power was so immense that it even changed her, replacing the concept of 'mystery' she held with 'witchcraft'.
While she was playing with this new force, creating a beautiful world with it, through the hole in the wall she had dug, she saw a terrifying darkness.
It was so dark that it exceeded her imagination. She could not let such a terrifying presence into her courtyard.
So she sealed up the large hole, blocking the dark side of witchcraft outside the Origin Wall.
She wanted a beautiful world and would not allow such horror to enter.
She began transforming the world with the power of witchcraft, making everything better, but gradually realized that on her own, the progress was slow.
So she thought of the lives on various planets, such as some intelligent primates.
She gave some of her power to them, enabling them to use it to shape a better home.
Among them, Earth was favored by God, so she naturally spent more power on it, allowing humans to possess the witchcraft fire.
Humans initially worshiped her, considering her one of the creators, worshiping and praising her.
Whether it was the first mammoth they hunted or the first edible wild fruit they found, they offered it on her altar.
It was her witchcraft power that helped humans overcome the strong creatures outside and also aided in the development of civilization.
She was pleased to see humans getting better and better, and granted them more power.
She was originally just a concept but learned much from them.
For instance, constructing a human-like body, or directly communicating with humans, made her more human-like.
During this period, she created the first generation of ancient warlocks.
They lived by casting magic, had the strongest power in the tribe, and gradually began to enjoy the highest status.
The rule of small tribes shifted from the continuation of bloodlines to the respect of strength.
To win her favor, Zeus even made the entire Olympus Tribe swear poison oaths to always dress like Hecate, just to make her smile and grant Olympus more benefits.
Other tribes imitated, copying Hecate's hairstyle, her demeanor, and aesthetic.
Gradually forming the world's current landscape.
The young lady Hecate was very pleased, granting these tribal leaders, these warlocks, more power, turning them into gods.
Perhaps after becoming gods, they held more power and doubled their efforts to please Hecate, hoping she would join their divine systems. After all, she was the mightiest, capable of surpassing all others alone.
Given Zeus's expert flattery skills, and seemingly valuing her most.
So after selecting from tens of thousands of tribes, Hecate finally decided to join Olympus and got engaged to Hades, Zeus's brother.
She changed her appearance, becoming more mature. At this time, she had the second of her three faces, the beautiful woman.
She felt that she needed a slightly dignified appearance to help her husband manage a Netherworld.
Zeus initially went out of his way to please her; in those times, the God of Magic Hecate's status was even higher than that of the Celestial King Zeus in Olympus.
But after some time, Zeus found Hecate unwilling to offer more power.
Hecate believed they already had enough power to change the world, why want more?
She did not understand human greed, as Zeus and other gods, once humans, all did.
They wanted to eliminate their enemies and become Earth's only ruler.
Afterward, the secret alliance 'Prometheus' was formed, composed of main gods from various divine systems, setting a trap for Hecate. After she descended, they used the Power of God to trap her.
He used her like a battery, extracting witchcraft fire from her body for personal use.
Hecate, unable to escape God's great power, could only wash her face with tears daily, praying her fiancé would rescue her.
Hundreds of years passed, and she finally awaited Hades, but Hades was not coming to save her. Instead, he came to tell her that he was getting married to his niece, Persephone.
The last fantasy in Hecate's heart shattered, and darkness filled her heart.
But for some reason, this darkness and despair resonated with the witchcraft within her, causing her strength to explode in growth. She finally realized that the power called magic by people...
Came from darkness, flourishing due to a dark heart.
She broke free from the array trapping her, at that time possessing power second only to God's true form. Those tools contaminated by the Power of God could no longer trap her.
She simultaneously acquired her third face, the Resentful Woman, becoming the Three-Phase Goddess.
She ascended Olympus, intending to destroy all the gods, not just those in Olympus, but all gods.
All gods rushed over, trembling in front of her, begging for her forgiveness.
Zeus was prostrate like a dying dog on the ground, wriggling to lick her toes. Hades immediately killed Persephone, claiming he loved only Hecate, while Poseidon, the Sea King, and Hera, also kept explaining that it was a misunderstanding.
But she had seen through human hearts, no longer holding any beautiful expectations for people.
She would not have let them go, but the energy within her was growing too fast, and if the darkness in her mind continued to ferment, she would explode completely.
She cast down the divine halls of the gods from the skies around the world, sternly warning them never to stand on equal footing with her; then she left.
She divided her power into six parts, keeping one part for herself to practice control, while hiding the other five in unremarkable humans.
When an old generation of engravers died, she would secretly find new ones to engrave.
The gods would never imagine that the power they desired most lay under their noses, this mockery giving Hecate more satisfaction in her revenge.
She knew what she wanted was vengeance and resentment, waiting for a suitable time, the time to destroy everything.
And that time was now. God's mutation could no longer impede her actions.