In this way, others should also back down.
But Gwen probably won't let the rest of the people go either.
Sure enough, Gwen turned to look at the robbers who were attacking from behind.
Strangely, the previous battles did not instill any fear in them; on the contrary, they aroused even greater excitement.
They brandished their swords and continued their charge towards Gwen.
So much so that Gwen had to swing her sword again.
A sword strike that seemed as effortless as a normal attack caused white mist and frost to once again sweep across the land.
Crystal-clear ice teeth emerged from the ground, and thick ice covered the road, freezing the entire road.
The robbers who rushed at the rear were frozen in place one by one, and were directly cut in two.
Bang!
The robbers' upper bodies crashed to the ground with a thud, turning into crystal-clear ice blocks that scattered everywhere.
The scene was completely silent, and similarly, not a single drop of blood was shed.
After doing all this, there were no enemies around the carriage.
Gwen took a deep breath, and thin white smoke slowly drifted from her mouth.
She sheathed the silver sword, then walked back to the carriage and bent down to place her hand under it.
With a gentle lift,
The carriage then lurched and was gently placed back onto the normal road surface.
Then, she re-entered the carriage, and a cold but firm voice came from inside:
"You can continue now."
The coachman was startled awake by the sound, his eyes widening in surprise before he responded, drenched in sweat:
"Okay...okay."
He swung the reins again, urging the horse forward.
This time, however, the reins were noticeably less forceful.
However, no one saw it...
As the sounds of horses' hooves and wheels faded into the distance, the body parts that had been sealed by ice crystals began to break free of the ice.
They slowly converged, like maggots wriggling on the ground.
Finally, they formed twisted clumps and gradually merged together.
A mass of black, twisted flesh extended tentacles, and countless bizarre, invisible mouthparts writhed incessantly, uttering whispering murmurs.
These tentacles, bracing themselves on the ground, slowly crawled towards the rice paddies on either side, as if determined to leave this desolate place.
Suddenly, a strong pressure descended from the sky.
[Second-Tier Magic: Heavy Pressure]
It was as if an invisible boulder had crashed down, instantly flattening and stiffening the believer's contorted body.
The space became weak and hazy, as if it had been compressed together, becoming distorted and indistinct.
Immediately following behind, a series of leisurely footsteps slowly came from behind the believers.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
Their steps were neither hurried nor slow, and the sound of their footsteps on the still-unmelted ice was particularly crisp.
It was a man wearing a black trench coat, slowly walking towards us from behind.
He slowly walked up to the twisted monster, looking down at it with icy eyes, as if gazing down at an worm:
"Upon learning of my serious injuries, you couldn't wait to take action?"
Under pressure, believers were unable to act.
But even in his distorted and unstable eyes, a strong sense of resentment and anger still burst forth.
“I know you can’t enter the Empire, so I brought Gwen to you.”
Victor leaned down, his gaze as sharp as an ice blade fixed on the disgusting, evil believer.
"You should be thanking me."
But the believers responded with a chaotic and disordered murmur of curses:
"Kill...kill...you..."
call--
A raging fire suddenly erupted, engulfing the black mass in intense heat.
Then, a sharp, mournful wail came from within the flames.
Hearing the sounds coming from the speakers, Viktor felt increasingly pleased, as if all the pressure he had been under for so long was being released in a cathartic way.
"No wonder you all willingly wanted to be killed by the goddess."
"Compared to you guys, I hardly feel like a villain anymore."
After he finished speaking, he straightened up and left behind a cold remark:
"Die."
boom!
As soon as he finished speaking, an even more intense crimson surged into the sky.
The fire grew ever more powerful, and the believer's body twisted wildly, like a shriveled lump of rubber being stretched and squeezed endlessly.
Almost simultaneously, Victor pulled a shimmering magical crystal from his pocket and said:
“Kokot, you can bring those ‘people’ over now.”
After saying that, he put the magic crystal away again.
However, he turned back to look at the believer still struggling in the flames and smiled:
"What remarkable resilience! Is it trying to notify its companions?"
"Don't worry about that."
With a flick of his wrist, an enormous piece of linen appeared in his palm.
“I will use the goddesses you admire to wipe you out one by one.”
"so--"
Then, the ordinary piece of linen floated into the flames and covered the flesh and blood of the believer.
It covered its still-distorted, unseeing eyes.
Its body was wrapped in linen, which then burst into flames.
In the complete darkness, it could only feel its body being licked by the raging fire, bit by bit, the pain excruciating.
And there was that ethereal, yet demonic whisper, echoing in the darkness:
"good evening."
"Your goddess will only ever be mine."
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