Angus gave Gwen his final orders.
Now, whether it's Angus, the countless knights around him, or the players lurking among the knights watching the battle,
Everyone knew that Gwen would definitely kill Angus.
So everyone was waiting to see what would happen next.
until,
Gwen brandished her spear.
clang!
With a thud, the tip of the spear struck Angus's helmet.
The imposing and ferocious helmet of the Snow Mastiff Armor was flung off Angus's face and fell into the snow.
The buzzing of the helmet echoed in Angus's ears, making him feel somewhat dizzy and confused.
He looked up, facing the sun shining through the snow, the light making it hard for him to open his eyes.
The light illuminated Gwen's figure in front of him, making him appear so majestic and radiant.
But Gwen did not kill him.
Angus and the others were all taken aback.
For the first time, Gwen, who is usually ruthless and decisive, did not end the life of the sinner directly.
Is it simply because the other party is her biological father?
The players should be even more surprised.
Because he knew that countless people had already experienced this scenario.
In their game, Angus did indeed die from Gwen's gun.
This scenario has never happened before.
The players were confused, and Angus was also perplexed.
But Gwen had already sheathed her spear and turned her back.
Even if I don't kill you, I won't let you leave.
"Accept your punishment. Your fate is solely in the hands of the Empire."
“Take him away.”
With that, she didn't look at Angus again, as if she had severed the last bit of blood ties between them, and left the snowfield.
Despite the knights rushing in from behind, grabbing Angus and binding him with rope.
Angus stared at Gwen's retreating figure, his eyes filled with confusion and disappointment.
Gwen didn't kill him; instead, she handed him over to the Empire for judgment.
What high-sounding words she spoke; it was clearly that she couldn't bring herself to kill her own father.
He saw a final, desperate struggle for humanity in Gwen's eyes.
In the end, this return to humanity triumphed over the divinity that was not supposed to possess emotions.
Where exactly did the error occur?
Angus felt his vision blur and his heart turn cold.
Thirty years, nearly thirty years of preparation.
In the end, even his only beloved eldest daughter died in the empire.
Everything was for Gwen's deification.
But in the end, his attempt to create a god failed, and he ended up with this tragic fate.
A lifetime of illustrious reputation, ruined in an instant.
But now that everything has settled, what can he do even if he's still unwilling?
“Viktor, Viktor, you lied to me.”
"She was tempted by worldly desires, desires she shouldn't have had."
Ultimately, Angus was taken back to the capital, tried, and imprisoned.
He was ultimately convicted of usurping the throne for personal gain and colluding with barbarians, and sentenced to death by beheading.
Angus's head fell to the ground; he was dead.
It's just that it's a more acceptable way to die, one that's not so cold.
Because he wasn't killed by Gwen.
The normal storyline has finally started to deviate slightly.
The seemingly inviolable justice appears to have softened somewhat, but is this still the goddess of justice needed in the story?
Players may not understand these things; they simply believe they have discovered an Easter egg that millions of people have never seen before.
This timeline will only extend further forward, little by little.
They extend to the same, yet completely different, routes.
[Chapter Two - End]
[Chapter 3...?]
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Beneath the surface of hell lies this vast space filled with molten lava and blazing fire.
A vast, boundless expanse of azure souls, lined up in a long queue.
One by one, they came before Hades.
The towering Hades interrogated each departed soul with boredom.
"How did you die? Oh, you fell to your death while climbing a tree, that's awful."
"How did you die? You were spying on someone else's wife and got beaten to death, hahaha, you deserved it."
"And you, how did you die?"
The souls were arranged one by one, and to this day there are no more souls to deal with.
Hades yawned, waved his hand, and was just about to close the door.
As it turned out, a new ghost walked in through the door.
Hades sat up straight again, adopting a judgmental posture once more.
With so many souls already lost, one more won't make a difference.
"Come in."
The gates opened again, and the crimson light of hell shone upon that person's soul.
The other party was a silhouette of a soul wearing a trench coat.
It stood at the entrance, the whistling hot wind blowing through the door fluttering the hem of its trench coat, casting a long, blue shadow in the air.
Hades looked on with a puzzled expression, his eyes flashing with the power of judgment, as if he wanted to examine the other person's past.
As a result, the Eye of Judgment lit up, glanced at it a few times, but couldn't figure it out.
Startled by the other person, he leaned back in his seat and blinked.
"you……"
"Don't worry too much, Lord Hades, I don't have the ability to destroy your Underworld right now."
The soul spoke again, without any of the fear it had felt upon first arriving in Hell.
"Don't worry, I'll be leaving in a while."
"Someone will come to pick me up then."
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