But these dazed and confused demons suddenly stopped less than five meters from Gwen.
They stiffly raised their heads and stopped in their tracks.
Staring at Gwen, who was riding on a white horse with a cold and sharp gaze, they knelt down one by one, spreading their arms and raising them high to the sky.
They displayed extreme piety, like believers facing a deity, and began to offer sacrifices to Gwen.
"Your esteemed...goddess..."
"We need your justice... to guide us... toward justice..."
The believer's voice was hoarse and carried a subtle, magical quality.
These words reached Gwen's ears, causing her to feel a moment of disorientation.
For a moment, she froze on the horse.
What, a goddess?
She hadn't had time to think deeply about where these people came from.
Suddenly, a violent wave of dizziness washed over her, and her vision blurred.
In my mind, a golden balance scale appeared, swaying and making a clanging sound.
Soon, Libra gradually calmed down.
But at this moment, Gwen's eyes became vacant, and she began to murmur softly:
"I will eradicate all evil."
"I am justice...we are justice..."
As soon as she finished speaking, Gwen suddenly felt a sharp pain in her head, and she snapped back to reality.
The demonic figures that had appeared before her had vanished without a trace.
It was as if nothing had ever happened in this dark alley.
However, once Gwen regained her senses, she became even more cold and ruthless than before.
Her eyes were calm and serene, reflecting a resolute intent to judge.
Golden light shimmered in his pupils, radiating a faint divine aura.
Simply by riding a white horse, he brought an atmosphere of justice and solemnity to the surrounding space.
"Slay the demons, slay the evil."
She will no longer tolerate any form of evil, and will never question any judgment of justice.
Gwen gripped the reins tightly, the white horse neighed, reared up, turned around, and galloped away.
Her silver-white figure appeared exceptionally holy in the dimly lit street. As the white horse galloped away, her shadow gradually shrank until it disappeared into the distance.
After a long time, on the rooftops along the street,
A gust of black wind swept up, and Victor put his hands in his pockets.
Because he was standing at a high altitude, the constantly blowing cold wind caused his black trench coat to flutter in the air.
"It's not time yet, Gwen."
"Wait a little longer, until the moment you become a god."
After talking to himself, he turned in the opposite direction from Gwen and walked along the roof ridge.
As he walked, his body gradually crumbled into black ash, which dissipated in the wind.
Only a calm yet expectant voice remained.
"That will be my moment of liberation."
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