It was as if the tense atmosphere had permeated every cell of her body.
Oh no, are they really going to start a war here?
Just as she was at a loss, Grand Duke Barlow suddenly withdrew his imposing aura.
Instantly, the entire flowerbed returned to its initial tranquility, as if nothing had happened.
Just as Priscilla was feeling puzzled, Grand Duke Barlow slowly spoke:
"I saw you ten years ago, and you are even stronger now."
"But I will not fight you, because I cannot defeat you."
These words shocked not only Priscilla, but also Lydia, who was standing next to her.
What?
Grand Duke Barlow said he couldn't beat Gwen?
Leah knew Gwen was very strong.
Since the news of Viktor's death ten years ago, Gwen has gradually become stronger.
What Leah didn't expect was that Gwen, who was constantly getting stronger, had become this powerful.
Even the kingdom's guardians couldn't defeat her?
Or was she really as Grand Duke Barlow had said?
Gwen...is she, God?
The atmosphere remained tense, like a fully drawn bowstring that could snap at any moment.
Gwen exuded a chilling aura, and the air around her was gradually enveloped in white smoke as the cold seeped into her.
Her voice remained unchanged, still monotonously cold and detached.
Tell me where he is.
Grand Duke Barlow looked at Gwen, and said as if suddenly realizing something:
"I see, so this is the only obsession you have left."
“Victor has really given me a lot of trouble.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his cane again and gently tapped it on the ground.
Immediately, an even denser, eerie green smoke billowed from the cracks in the ground, filling the air with a cold and mysterious atmosphere.
The smoke swirled upwards and quickly enveloped the entire flowerbed.
The next second, countless ghostly souls emerged from the thick fog from all directions, howling in agony.
They hovered above Grand Duke Barlow's head, howling with sharp and terrifying cries, swaying in wisps of eerie mist.
In just a few seconds, a gloomy realm of the dead was constructed out of thin air in the field of vision.
Priscilla and Lydia watched as the surrounding space was gradually eroded by a dark and eerie atmosphere.
Until those hideous ghosts floated through the air, and the eerie green smoke gently covered their ankles.
The cold wind cut through the skin like a knife, chilling to the bone.
As the surrounding smoke grew thicker, a hint of confusion flashed in Priscilla's eyes.
Didn't you just say there wouldn't be a fight?
But this current trend seems a bit off.
Only Gwen remained calm in the face of the thick fog that was rushing towards her.
She stood motionless, the faint light emanating from her armor seemingly dispelling the gloom of the eerie space around her.
A ghostly green flame burned in Grand Duke Barlow's eyes, deep and terrifying.
He gazed at Gwen, his voice ethereal and deep:
"Victor will not see you."
The moment the words left his mouth, a cold wind swept through the air.
As the eerie green smoke billowed up in disarray, a sharp, cold glint suddenly flashed from the thick fog.
Seeing the light flash in their eyes, Priscilla and Lydia both looked toward where Gwen was.
Sure enough, the silver-white figure had disappeared.
The next moment, Gwen gripped her silver sword and transformed into a blur as she rapidly approached Archduke Ballow.
The sword, carrying a chilling wind and ice crystals, slashed down fiercely.
However, the silver sword suddenly stopped in mid-air, as if it had encountered some invisible obstacle, hanging there and refusing to fall.
clang!
A metallic clang echoed in the silence, shaking the surroundings.
The fierce aura released by the sword was like a howling storm.
It stirred up a swirling whirlwind, sweeping away the surrounding eerie green mist and soaring straight into the sky.
The wind and waves stirred up a thick, eerie green fog, and the chaotic violence shot straight into the sky.
At that moment, Archduke Barlow raised his cane with incredible speed and blocked Gwen's full-force attack with a single hand.
A sharp wind swept across the land, passing by Priscilla and Lia.
Their skirts or clothes swayed in the air, revealing their slender, fair legs.
They placed their hands in front of them, their hair billowing in the wind.
Through their strained, open eyes, Priscilla and Lydia experienced an unprecedented shock.
Isn't Grand Duke Balor a necromancer? How could he so easily withstand Gwen's close-range attacks?
So you were a soldier before?!
Liya focused her gaze and observed carefully, and involuntarily, goosebumps rose on her body.
Behind Grand Duke Barlow, countless ferocious blue souls roared and twisted together.
It was these dead souls, with their intertwined arms, that supported Grand Duke Ballow's body and blocked Gwen's fatal sword strike.
That was the power of thousands upon thousands of lost souls gathered together.
An impregnable barrier formed behind the Duke of Barlow.
Grand Duke Barlow's weathered and majestic gaze flickered slightly at the falling longsword, and his deep voice rang out once more:
"Don't you understand? You are the source of all this trouble."
"It is your blind sense of justice that attracts believers to follow you blindly."
"It was you who brought evil to this city."
"It was you who put Viktor in danger."
As soon as she finished speaking, Gwen's usually resolute eyes widened slightly in surprise.
Her usually calm expression wavered, and even the hand gripping the sword loosened slightly.
Seeing that his words had an effect, Grand Duke Barlow continued calmly:
"If you don't want anything to happen to Viktor, stay here and don't go anywhere."
As he spoke, he gently deflected Gwen's silver sword with his cane.
Immediately afterwards, tens of thousands of ghosts appeared in the surrounding area.
They lined up behind Grand Duke Barlow, showing the utmost respect.
Then, his weathered and slightly hoarse voice continued to echo in the air:
“Every one of these lost souls was once an innocent life.”
"They died with their eyes wide open, because of war and the crimes of others."
"I do not wish to be reincarnated and suffer the pains of the human world again. I would rather become a dead soul and rest in peace here."
The next second, ghostly flames suddenly rose from the empty eye sockets of Grand Duke Barlow, releasing an arrogant and domineering aura.
The surrounding space grew even colder, and an aura of deathly stillness spread like a storm.
At this moment, he was like a powerful minister who held the power of life and death, capable of overpowering even the gods, and he said calmly:
"If you want to get out, then kill them."
"Let me see if you're really willing to uphold your ridiculous sense of justice."
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