He knelt on the ground, slowly raised his head, and looked at Claudia, who had given the order.
He could see his mother's face clearly.
Especially his face, half of which was covered in red lines, filled him with a strong sense of unfamiliarity.
"Mother, Owesser, he..."
"He needs to take responsibility for everything he has done."
After she finished speaking, she never looked at Albany again.
Their gaze shifted to Victor and Riboot.
After everything that just happened, everyone knows that Riboot is definitely suspicious.
Claudia, in particular, was the one who most directly felt the mysterious power emanating from Ribould.
The golden reverse current that deflected her attack was definitely not a coincidence.
And most importantly, Ripoultry was involved in everything that happened here today.
Whether it's the chaos in the south or the demons that have appeared today.
However, what puzzled her was that Lipoulter seemed not to care whether Owesser lived or died.
After Oweiser was attacked, he was only stunned for a brief moment.
Only after Owesser was taken away did Lipoulter put on a relieved smile again.
His gaze was fixed on Viktor, his eyes gleaming with golden light:
“Victor Clavner”.
“I’ve been watching you ever since the moment you stopped being content with mediocrity.”
At this moment, Lipoulter suddenly raised his head, his golden gaze casually sweeping over the nobles present.
Whenever his gaze fell upon one of the nobles, that noble would instinctively lower his head, involuntarily avoiding his gaze.
Lipoulter simply watched the reactions of the nobles around him with amusement and continued:
"You should know better than I do how filthy these people are."
"They are greedy, they are selfish."
"Their desires will never be satisfied."
Every time he uttered a word, the nobles around him would recall with shame their embarrassing moments of arguing over a few gold coins.
The more they reminisced, the more their backs hunched over.
Lipoultry slowly turned his head, his gaze refocusing on Victor.
He narrowed his eyes, his words seemingly possessing a powerful, almost magical allure:
“But you, Viktor, are different.”
"You are naturally arrogant and never bow your head to anyone. This is also the starting point of the controversy surrounding you."
Geniuses are always lonely, and geniuses who don't fit in are even more likely to be isolated.
Viktor in the past is a good example of this.
Despite being fellow nobles, he looked down on everyone equally.
"Because you know how filthy they are!"
Ripoultry roared angrily.
His whole body began to lean back, and he raised his head to look at the sky.
As the golden sands swirled rapidly before my eyes, the deep clouds seemed to be torn open with a thin, long crack.
A faint ray of light descended from the sky, draping over his handsome face.
Bathed in this light, Riboot slowly closed his eyes:
"Therefore, this world needs a complete reshuffle."
His voice was soft, yet it seemed to carry a heart-stirring tremor.
Like the solemn tolling of church bells, it evoked a powerful resonance.
These words caused all the nobles to widen their eyes, their faces a mixture of shock and disbelief.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Riboot smiled and turned his gaze back to Victor:
“Victor, you are strong, strong enough that you are not swayed by your emotions.”
"I have always admired you."
"so……"
Bathed in golden light, he slowly extended his hand toward Viktor.
"Join us, let's change this excessively filthy world..."
Before he could finish speaking, the figure in the black trench coat appeared before Riboot's calm face.
And he threw a punch at his face.
The high-speed fist tore through space, creating a powerful air explosion in front of Ribo Ultra's face.
The surrounding sounds seemed to fall silent after that punch was thrown.
Lipoultry, however, calmly observed all of this, his eyes flashing with disdainful golden light.
How can a mage's fist break through my proud defense...?
Click.
With a clear cracking sound, the punch landed firmly on Ribo's face.
At this moment, the golden light barrier in front of his face was shattered, revealing a tiny crack.
Instantly, the crack began to widen, creating countless tiny cracks around the point where the fist landed.
Click!
Bang!
A crisp shattering sound rang out, and countless tiny golden fragments scattered in the air.
Before Riboot could even open his eyes wide, he saw Victor's fist, which was coming straight at him, land on his face.
boom--!!!
With the support of terrifying power, a large chunk of Riboult's face collapsed.
The impact sent waves through his skin and flesh, and even his chin was twisted in pain.
With that punch, a violent and massive shockwave erupted from beneath Viktor's feet, spreading rapidly in all directions.
Countless nobles were blinded by the blast of air and could only raise their hands to shield their eyes with difficulty.
Riboot had already traced a long golden trail as the shattered golden light and fragments appeared.
Like a shooting star with a trail, it flew far away with the shockwave.
boom!
A terrifying sound of shattering stone rang out as Riboot crashed into the courtyard wall.
His limbs were twisted and he was foaming at the mouth.
At that moment, even the golden pupils lost focus.
The nobles froze, their minds suddenly going blank.
Suddenly, they realized something, and everyone looked in Viktor's direction.
Without anyone noticing, his left hand grasped a golden bird-headed staff.
The staff seemed to still be flowing with magic, constantly transmitting some kind of power through Victor's arm.
One of his eyes gleamed with a faint blue light, like a flame flickering in the air.
Even the jet-black crows on its shoulders were draped in a faint, shimmering blue.
As if he had done something insignificant, Viktor withdrew his right fist and casually flicked it.
Amidst everyone's wide-eyed astonishment and bewilderment, his cold voice rang out:
Did I give you permission to speak?
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