That unbridled gaze was casually sizing him up.
"Count Victor".
"Haven't you come to terms with reality yet?"
Suddenly, he burst into laughter, pointed his finger at the enormous demon behind him.
The arrogant laughter echoed in the hearts of almost everyone present.
"See that? What's that? It's a demon!"
“Count Victor, I admit you are very strong! But the truth is—”
The sound suddenly calmed down, like Oweiser's last madness, only to come to an abrupt end:
"You can't defeat us."
Even the enormous demon laughed, its laughter stretching for miles, carrying with it an insatiable stench of greed.
The nobles were in despair, and even the elves were thrown into panic by the bursts of laughter.
Kokot could only pat each of the elves' bodies and try to comfort them.
"Oh dear, don't cry, don't cry."
"If you keep crying, Lia won't pay you tomorrow."
It worked very well; the elves stopped crying very quickly.
However, this profound despair has not yet ended.
Amidst the silence and soft sobs, Gwen raised her head, her armor gradually emitting a faint glow.
But soon, Lia reached out and stopped her.
"No need, Gwen."
Gwen turned around and met Lydia's gaze.
Seeing that Lia was gazing at Victor in the distance, he shook his head slightly at her.
"Trust Viktor."
Meanwhile, when the demon and Owesser's laughter finally stopped, Victor raised his head, his face devoid of any emotion.
He opened his mouth, and uttered those cold words to Oweiser:
"I promised His Majesty that I would never kill you."
Upon hearing Victor's words, Owesser's expression paused slightly.
He frowned, about to say something, but Victor's voice followed immediately.
Viktor raised his head, his merciless eyes filled with icy killing intent.
The raging wind and snow around him brought a chill that penetrated straight into his heart.
What makes you feel—
"Are you confident of victory?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a blood-red aura surged in from all directions.
The sky was once again shrouded in thick, blood-red clouds, and the earth fell into a profound silence.
This time, the blood-red sky was not as greasy and deep as before; instead, it resembled a raging flame, flickering and dancing rapidly.
It's like creatures tearing open huge mouths, angrily trying to rip open the sky beyond the clouds.
Soon, the blood-red clouds broke apart, and crimson snow fell from the sky.
The nobles stood there, stunned, looking up at the crimson snow that was gradually gathering in the air.
The nobles stood there, stunned, looking up at the gradually gathering crimson snow.
Suddenly, a blurry yet burning pain, like a raging fire, shot through my face.
They instinctively reached out and touched it, only to find their fingertips stained with deep red blood.
The nobles stared wide-eyed, scrutinizing the increasingly thick crimson storm in the sky with disbelief.
Wait... that doesn't seem to be just simple snow...
It looks like...iron filings...
Blood gradually condensed in mid-air, completely replacing the original pale snow scene.
Several nobles looked up, their eyes wide with shock.
Ignoring the wounds on their faces, they pointed to the other side of the sky and shouted loudly to the crowd:
"Look at the sky!"
"What... happened?"
The exclamation drew the attention of the other nobles.
They looked up as well, witnessing the lightning-like crimson light flashing through the clouds on the other side of the sky.
They stared wide-eyed, craned their necks, and endured the stinging wind and fluttering robes as they strained to see into the distance.
The elves, equally frightened, huddled together, curled up around Kokot's clouds.
Compared to humans, they were more able to directly perceive the terrifying power.
The strange commotion in the sky spread to almost half of the capital, and blood-red clouds spread in all directions, even approaching the surrounding residential areas.
The knights arranged the residents in an orderly fashion, guiding them to leave the area quickly.
The knights who had dispersed the crowd looked up at the sky, a sense of foreboding rising within them.
As the procession moved forward, a resident suddenly stepped forward and anxiously tugged at the arm of one of the knights.
"Sir Knight, what has happened?"
In the dead of night, the Knights suddenly appeared in the residential area and woke everyone up.
This has clearly happened in a very serious way.
The knight bent down and spoke to her solemnly:
"I know you have many questions, but don't ask any more now."
"Trust us, and don't look back."
The common people in this area know nothing about the royal banquet hall, so we must try our best to prevent them from seeing the demons that appear behind them.
Some residents, seeing the knights' serious demeanor, didn't dare turn around to look, only sulking inwardly while muttering curses.
Some residents, under the knights' solemn expressions, dared not turn around, but were filled with dissatisfaction and doubt.
Being woken up in the middle of the night and forbidden to look back prompted a curious resident to turn around and look.
But the moment he turned around, he froze on the spot.
Staring in disbelief, a look of terror crossed his face, his lips trembled, his limbs went limp, and he was unable to utter a sound.
The fear that originated from within him had completely robbed him of his ability to speak.
It was a scene that no one could forget.
The originally somber sky seemed to be torn apart by a blood-red ray, and a light as bright as thunder ripped through the night sky.
Countless crimson snowflakes pierced through the clouds, gradually engulfing the dense sky.
Half of an enormous, blood-red hand emerged from the crack, tearing apart the thick, dark clouds on either side.
Immediately afterwards, a massive crocodile, shrouded in endless crimson, emerged from within.
The clear veins spread across the body, and a gigantic mouth full of ferocious teeth stretched out from the sky, gradually pressing down on the earth.
The iron filings surrounding this demonic creature transformed into a storm, swirling rapidly around it.
His eyes were bloodshot, and he was violent and cruel.
The countless nobles standing beneath the rift looked up at the new demon that had appeared once again after the demon of greed.
The demon's massive body gradually lowered, standing steadily behind Victor.
Like a giant completely consumed by rage.
With a gentle breath, it can stir up huge waves and winds.
The massive blast of air made Victor's black trench coat flap and sway in the air.
Viktor slowly raised his head, a hint of contempt flashing in his eyes that pierced the Second Prince's heart:
"Provoking me."
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