Upon seeing that look, Sestin felt as if he had been burned; his pupils contracted slightly, as if an electric current had passed through his spine, making him excited after a moment of stunned silence.
"Okay, okay... I like your eyes."
"Let me see whether your flames of vengeance will burn me to ashes, or my sword of judgment will be able to sever your head!"
After saying that, he suddenly rushed forward.
If the court had a machine capable of detecting magical energy levels, its readings would probably skyrocket before it collapsed under the strain.
Unfortunately, no one knew this at the time.
They only felt the fierce wind and the sudden rise in temperature. Their wide black robes fluttered in the wind, and they could barely open their eyes, but they still forced themselves to keep them open so as to record this rare battle of the chief judge.
However.
In the eye of the storm, within just two seconds, a figure was thrown out backwards.
Beside him, the silver sword that had been passed down through generations of the court was broken in two.
No one spoke.
Or perhaps, they simply cannot make a sound.
They stood frozen, watching the handsome young man slowly walk out, his clothes spotless and wrinkle-free, tilting their heads in bewilderment.
Is that all?
He walked over to the frail old man, disdainfully picked up the broken sword hilt with two fingers, poked the man's face, leaving a bloody mark on the side of his cheek.
Vili twitched his nose.
"Useless old man, even the smell of blood is unpleasant, I have no appetite at all."
"Hello."
He left several more bloody holes in Sestin's body.
"Didn't you say you were going to cut off my head?"
"I'll be waiting right here."
"Cough...cough..."
The pain roused Sestin from his coma. He managed to open his eyes, but his vision was blurry, and he could only make out a dark shadow.
His body temperature was dropping, and his blood was mixed with dust. He tried to look down at his body and found that his entire upper body had been ripped open, leaving it a bloody mess.
……Why?
His mind was hazy, and he desperately tried to recall everything that had just happened, but he only remembered that after rushing forward, he was knocked away by a huge impact.
All I remember is that casual glance.
What kind of attack was that?
Why can't I see it clearly, and why can't I avoid it?
Am I going to die?
No, I don't want to die...
My power, my wealth, my ideals...
Someone, please save me!
Our great God, the Father of the Judgment Court, the only Redeemer...
"—God, please descend!"
As if in a final burst of energy, Sestin opened his eyes wide and roared.
"Oh?"
Vili tossed the sword aside, a slight smile playing on his lips, but his eyes held no laughter, only a deep wariness.
Will they come?
As time passed, Sestin's face turned pale and bluish-black, and his breathing became weaker and weaker. In a moment, his neck tilted to the side, and he stopped breathing completely.
"..."
boring.
He wasted his time.
However, just as Willy turned to leave, he suddenly saw the people in the courtroom trembling, then suddenly kneeling down with a thud, their heads hitting the ground, muttering incomprehensible words.
Willy stopped and watched as "Sestin," his limbs contorted as if he were a corpse crawling out of a grave, slowly rose to his feet, though his eyes remained tightly shut.
“…Il?”
The system's sound was intermittent, as if it had been interfered with by a signal, trembling like a candle flickering in the wind.
"Su... host..."
"It is Him, it is Him!"
It tried to control itself, but its tone still couldn't help but be high-pitched and sharp.
"Although I've never seen him, I know... it's Him—"
"The Supreme God!"
Its voice collided with the people in the courtroom, and with this call, "Sestin" opened his eyes, his eye sockets filled with pure black, so thick that they seemed about to overflow.
Without any movement of his pupils, Vili could feel that "his" gaze, after looking around, slowly landed on him.
Just being stared at fills the air with a sense of oppression, as if the bones are being crushed and creaking, and that they are about to fall apart at any moment.
No……
This is not an illusion.
A sudden scream rang out, and the members of the court, dressed in black robes, clutched their chests, their backs bent in agony, and collapsed to the ground.
"Aaaaaaahh ...
"It hurts, it hurts so much..."
"What have I done wrong... Lord..."
The desperate groans did not move the other party in the slightest. In just a few seconds, these people were all "crushed" into dust, and then gathered into a stream that all rushed into "Sestin's" body.
His wounds healed at an incredible speed, the bloodstains on his body fell off like dust, and his deformed limbs slowly returned to their original positions.
Finally, "he" looked at Vili, as if wondering why the person in front of him hadn't become his nourishment like those others.
In their first direct confrontation, Vili had no intention of speaking first. He simply stood there, looking very relaxed, but an invisible magic power remained wrapped around his palm.
Finally, "Sestin" spoke first.
"mistake……"
"It should be eliminated."
Immediately afterwards, a black hole appeared in the void, and "he" reached in and pulled out...
A gun.
The gun body is made of alloy, with a deep black surface, and the grip is decorated with exquisite patterns, with silver runes subtly shimmering.
The gun barrel was long and precise, and the roar of the bullet as it left the barrel was deafening. Vili dodged, but what he smelled in the air was not the scent of gunpowder, but the pungent smell of holy water.
The silver bullets left craters in the ground upon impact. A sharp warning rang in Vili's mind, fueled by his vampire instincts, yet he still managed a smile with the system:
"...It seems the courtroom is quite up-to-date with the times."
"Host!"
The electronic voice conveyed anxiety; the system didn't even bother to pay attention to its own tone.
"Now is not the time to talk about these things!"
"I'm ready to travel between worlds and leave at any time!"
What are you saying?
Vili raised an eyebrow as he dodged the incredibly fast attack once again.
"I don't know how long I've been looking forward to this day."
"!"
However, after saying this, Vili withdrew the magic flowing around him, turned around, his cloak drew a silent arc at the alley entrance, and his figure disappeared around the corner like an arrow.
"……Host?"
Vili's keen ears twitched as he listened to the footsteps approaching from behind. He didn't turn around; a faint smile flashed across his face.
"Il, the map."
The casting of magic requires an open space, but this alley is still too narrow.
To show respect for this "renowned" enemy, he decided to... choose a suitable battlefield.
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