Their horror and terror paled in comparison to their own interests.
Even if there are these cultists, so what?
These nobles were like power-hungry treasure hunters venturing into a dense forest.
Even in the most critical moment, they were not worried at all that a ferocious beast was behind them.
All I could see was wealth and status.
After all, they only want their own slice of the pie, the bigger the better.
What do cultists have to do with these nobles?
The Karencia Empire doesn't belong to them.
In that instant, the evil thoughts in the nobles' hearts, like wriggling maggots, crawled out of the cesspool all at once.
Evil was rapidly amplified until it engulfed itself.
These insane thoughts had become uncontrollable in the minds of most nobles.
They absolutely could not accept this absurd yet equal reason.
Why should I?!
Why should I?!
No, I must win!
We must win!
Suddenly, a loud "BANG!" rang out, shattering the nobles' frantic thoughts. They looked towards the source of the sound.
For some unknown reason, a chaotic cultist has now turned to ashes and exploded into the air.
Along with flesh and ashes, it vanished directly into this illusory, flowing starry sky.
The same thought suddenly arose in their minds:
Victor used magic.
The nobles turned to look and saw Victor extend his staff, aiming it at the second Chaos cultist.
They thought that Victor was about to unleash some terrifying destructive magic.
Shatter that twisted evil within this unbreakable space.
However, the next second, everyone's eyes widened.
Viktor swung his arm in a wide arc, wielding his black staff, and smashed the space around him.
With a hint of nothingness, it was firmly embedded in the twisting, blurry flesh.
Bang!
The cultist, like an inflating balloon, began to tremble irregularly with his entire hill-like body, and the next second, his flesh and blood exploded.
With a violent explosion, black flesh and blood disintegrated, and countless still twitching black tentacles fell to the ground in the starry sky.
It twitched twice as if in its last struggle, then became unresponsive.
The giant mouth's teeth also cracked open in all directions, and a thick, stench burst forth from the huge flesh and blood inside, while the foul-smelling dead fish mired in the swamp were incredibly sticky.
One moment, one moment.
Every blow Viktor struck was clearly aimed at flesh and blood.
However, these nobles couldn't help but feel a pang in their hearts.
Each time they heard a sound, Benna’s already hunched body, already bent over with anger, seemed to bow even lower.
Their fragile bones seemed to shatter from the hammering, on the verge of collapsing, unable to support their bloated, malevolent bodies.
It was as if those staffs weren't striking cultists.
It's their twisted minds that matter.
Perhaps at this moment, they are no different from those cult members.
The cultists are seeking the return of the goddess.
They spread evil thoughts throughout the world, and then, with their extreme sense of justice, they eliminate them.
Perhaps in this way, they can feel at ease.
This would allow the goddesses of justice to see that they have once again restored their righteous stance and returned to the mortal realm to lead their ignorant followers once more.
And they.
Similarly, it's all for their own benefit.
Choose to embrace evil thoughts.
The staff that represents justice judged them time and time again, purifying their corrupt hearts.
It seemed that even the evil in their hearts had been completely eliminated.
Until the final blow came down hard.
The last group of cultists also completely disappeared from this space.
Victor picked up the staff again and weighed it in his hand.
After seemingly confirming that there was no trace of foul odor left on his staff, he placed it back beside him, his expression remaining calm.
"It's a pity, it's not very elegant."
He sighed softly, which caused the nobles to tremble violently.
You call this a mage? You fucking call yourself a mage?
What kind of mage swings their staff at people? You're not qualified to be a member of the Mage Council.
You should apologize to all the monks in the world!
Victor turned back to face the nobles.
He merely straightened his back, yet he resembled a giant judging all, exuding an indelible majesty.
But his tone was calm and indifferent, as if he thought it all was insignificant.
"I know you will still be dissatisfied with the election of a princess instead of a prince as emperor."
"I can still explain it to you."
As he said this, he stretched out his hand and made a slight clenching motion in mid-air.
The world around us seemed to be squeezed and crushed by an invisible hand, and the illusory starry sky was like a thin piece of paper that was suddenly crushed and began to collapse and break.
In the blink of an eye, the nobles seemed to have returned to the magnificent banquet hall.
The lobby seemed to have been freshly washed and was even cleaner.
The pristine white of the tablecloth seemed almost jarring.
The nobles looked around and saw several shriveled corpses lying on the ground.
My limbs felt as if they were bound, and a sense of tension instantly shot into my brain.
This proved one thing to them.
What just happened was not an illusion.
Victor held his staff upright beside him, as if announcing something:
"Only our Council of Mages has the power to investigate and eliminate cultists."
"And our Mage Council will unconditionally support Aurelion Sol."
Upon hearing this, countless nobles gasped for breath.
The moment he finished speaking, the three councilors behind Victor instantly unleashed an astonishing vortex of magical power.
Various terrifying magic circles began to rotate rapidly, accompanied by a buzzing and restless sound. The air seemed to be invaded by magic and became chaotic.
Victor stood at the front, and somehow, he had put his old black trench coat back on.
Even without wind, it moves on its own, shimmering with five different colored patterns.
Like the awakening of an absolute terror from ancient times, natural energy also began to surge.
He seemed to be looking down at the crowd, his obsidian eyes, hidden beneath the bright light, gleaming brilliantly:
"I'm sorry, but we are the strongest."
"so--"
"We can do whatever we want."
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