Or, let them, let these demi-humans.
Let the princess die in their place!
Such evil thoughts should naturally not appear in their minds.
However, even those knights who prided themselves on justice had their hearts twisted.
Seeing that the demi-human team's performance far surpassed theirs, their sense of honor completely collapsed, and they succumbed to endless rage.
Why?
Why are these lowly demi-humans superior to us noble knights?
Evil thoughts arose in their hearts.
Right now, right here.
To crush these even more outstanding demi-humans in this suspended carriage.
Once evil thoughts arise, they can never be easily erased.
Similarly, after seeing that twisted black flesh.
Even the demi-humans are not immune.
They felt a headache coming on, as if some strange force was twisting their minds.
However.
Just as their eyes were gradually becoming as clouded as those of the ministers and knights.
Their cat- and dog-like pupils, however, flashed with a jet-black raven totem.
In an instant, the raven totem seemed to awaken, flapping its black wings, as if trying to fly from the demi-human's eyes into the depths of his dull heart.
After a brief moment of disorientation, the eyes of the demi-humans gradually cleared from their confusion.
The demi-humans, now conscious, had no idea what had happened. They covered their heads and looked around warily.
Because they clearly sensed it.
The knights around them were radiating hidden malice.
"What happened?"
"Something's not right with them."
Like animals, demi-humans are extremely sensitive to the good and evil of others.
This blatant malice made them feel uneasy.
Just then.
A black aura emanated from the group of ministers and knights.
That represents the materialization of their evil intentions.
The breath slowly passed through the top of the carriage and flew towards the constantly writhing, filthy flesh and blood in the sky.
The filthy flesh opened its mouth-like opening and swallowed the evil thought whole.
Suddenly.
The twisted flesh and blood suddenly revealed a bright, pure white holy light.
Under that pure white holy light, even the black, twisted flesh was illuminated and appeared spotless.
They all seemed to be imbued with a sacred aura.
The convulsing flesh began to surge and churn, and the surrounding aura became sharp and fierce, like a holy sword hovering around.
At this moment, no one could understand.
Why is it that such a blasphemous monster can shine with such a bright light?
The next second, it brought the answer to everyone.
Accompanied by this holy aura, dazzling holy light descended from the sky like golden rain.
It broke through the dense clouds and shone directly on the bright, radiant body of the demon.
The dark clouds stretched for miles, yet they appeared as if they had been set ablaze, becoming holy and bright.
Even the purplish-black lightning within the dark clouds was illuminated by the light, transforming into dazzling golden lightning.
Suddenly, the cult's disgusting tens of thousands of tentacles began to entangle together.
Golden winged skeletons gradually took shape, accompanied by the disgusting wriggling of tentacles.
At that moment, the beliefs and souls of tens of thousands of cult members seemed to be drawn out of the demon's body.
Tens of thousands of writhing half-bodied phantoms struggled in a sea of flesh, gradually merging into one.
It formed a pair of fleshy wings that radiated golden light, perfectly covering the monotonous skeleton.
But this is not the end.
His entire black, fleshy body seemed to be reborn with a holy light.
The writhing flesh emitted a chilling grating sound.
All the tangled blood vessels broke off, only to regenerate in an instant.
The enormous fleshy outline seemed to be reshaped, like a winged angel of holy light.
Each flap of the fleshy wings would bring up a piece of tangled, broken flesh.
Those knights and ministers with ulterior motives felt a wave of dizziness, as if the filth in their hearts had been blown away by a whirlwind.
Shame quickly filled their minds, and the knights and ministers regretted their weakness.
But at that moment, Viktor's voice rang out mockingly:
"What a hypocritical and disgusting form of justice."
And this is the [goddess's followers].
At this moment, they appear righteous, like angels.
It was the same kind of hypocritical justice that Victor knew so well.
[A Stance of Justice]
It distorted the goddess's justice, actively creating chaotic evil, plunging people into a predicament of paranoia.
Those believers who claim to be righteous have created evil with their own hands, and then carry out their so-called cleansing of it.
It seems that such behavior can attract the goddess's attention back.
but……
Dark clouds surged again, obscuring the divine light that descended from the sky.
Purple lightning began to writhe like a swarm of frenzied snakes.
It seemed to form a stark contrast with the angels that shone with holy light.
"An illusion is destined to be an illusion."
Viktor dispelled the black clouds surrounding him, and the light gradually spread outwards.
The dazzling purple lightning seemed to transform into a raging beast, tearing through the sky with its angry head.
Thunder roared out all around, transforming into towering, raging waves of arrows that completely covered the entire canyon.
The shimmering lightning spread outwards, transforming into a giant python surging through the space, tearing everything apart.
That was the most terrifying power representing the calamity of thunder, rising from behind Viktor.
The ultimate skill of Lightning Calamity.
[Radiant Lightning Arrow]
Amidst a sky filled with thunder, Victor faced the angel in a holy posture, his tone calm.
"Look up."
"The twinkling omen of death has foreshadowed your end."
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