Chapter 257: The Tin Knight and The Imperial Banquet (7)
When was it?
Adelaide had asked you a certain question once upon a time.
“Among all the opponents you’ve fought so far, who was the strongest?”
You fell into quite deep contemplation.
It was a question whose answer would change depending on where you set the standard for “strength”.
If you were to base it on the total power that could be mobilized, the strongest was the Wicked Witch of the Witch, Elphaba.
For her, who could create countless lives, if an excellent commander had been with her, or if the reinforcements that didn’t arrive in time for unknown reasons had arrived as planned, defeating Elphaba would never have been an easy task.
If you were to base it on the difficulty of subjugation, the strongest was the Wicked Witch of the North, Mombi.
Near-invincible defense stolen from Orin, tenacious vitality utilizing transformation techniques, and above all, tactics specializing in surprise attacks, escape, and concealment. If she had possessed her original workshop instead of a hastily assembled one, or if she hadn’t engaged in direct combat from the beginning and had hidden herself, the fight would have been much more difficult.
As expected of the Four Great Witches. While they might have specialties, strengths, and weaknesses, their basic class was on a different level from ordinary people.
If there were formidable enemies of similar level to them, it would be Kalidahs met in the City of Struggle and the angel met in the City of Scales, but it was difficult to clearly grasp their full power.
In Kalidahs’ case, it was something close to an avatar rather than the main body, and in the angel’s case, you didn’t even properly fight, just exchanged glances.