However, Priscilla's immense power and vampire characteristics still instilled fear in some people.
The mages chose not to let these people's remarks reach Priscilla's ears.
There's no need for the lord to hear remarks that are detrimental to territorial unity.
As long as Priscilla doesn't hear those few disgruntled voices, it's as if all the residents of Shulbon are supporting her.
This will further boost her confidence and make her more convinced that her actions are correct.
Now, the problems of Shulburn and Priscilla have been completely resolved.
From then on, Shulburne's rule only became more secure.
However, what followed was not entirely over.
"Priscilla".
Viktor's calm voice slowly rang out, causing the smug Priscilla to pause slightly in mid-air.
She turned to look at him, only to see Viktor speaking with a serious expression:
"It's time to step aside."
Priscilla was somewhat puzzled and did not yet understand what was going on.
But just then, the sky, which was originally under the blood moon, was covered by a layer of dark ink.
The rich crimson color gradually faded, replaced by an increasingly clear darkness, becoming profound and mysterious.
Sensing the sudden change in atmosphere, Priscilla abruptly raised her head.
Then, her eyes widened.
My brain seemed to short-circuit for a moment, and I stood there blankly in mid-air.
That's right, the matter is far from being completely resolved.
The 100,000 believers who appeared in Shulbon were nothing in the grand scheme of things within the entire religious community.
After all, the number of followers of the Goddess of Justice is said to be in the tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions.
Indeed, the cries of the believers did not summon the companions that should have appeared in Shulbon.
But... they attracted other attention.
At this moment, it can no longer be simply described as enormous.
The deep, dark darkness obscured the entire boundless sky, stretching from south to north, and even extending to the horizon.
It seemed to connect with the distant sky and dominate the night sky of the entire world.
Then, in the originally pitch-black night, one after another, brilliant lights began to twinkle.
But... are those stars?
No.
Those are its eyes.
Each ray of light seemed to cast a dense and eerie gaze across every inch of the starry sky.
They are of varying heights, like countless stars, each eye telling a story of mockery and blasphemy.
Those bizarre shapes became even more distorted in the deep night, as if every inch of the starry sky had fallen into absolute chaos.
Even the tranquility of the night cannot conceal the extreme madness behind it.
Finally, countless pupils flickered in the darkness, as if they were all converging in the same direction.
That was aimed at the figure standing atop the clock tower—
Wearing a trench coat, a sinful existence as insignificant as an ant.
Similarly, the other party also looked up at the same time, their gaze meeting itss.
Neither human nor god.
It is not a goddess, but an existence supported by the belief in justice.
A thousand years have passed, all for the sake of awakening faith in the goddess.
Named as——
【justice】
...
A deep and mysterious emerald green mist enveloped the surroundings, and tens of thousands of souls echoed in the gentle breeze above the sky.
They trailed long plumes of mist, swirling in the air, watching Gwen standing in the center of the realm of the dead.
She knelt on the spot, her eyes tightly closed, trying not to think about the ghosts that were haunting her.
Suddenly, Gwen's heart tightened.
She heard a call from afar.
The voice was hazy and indistinct, mixed with soft murmurs.
Although it was unclear, Gwen was still able to make out the general sounds.
However, this distant and eerie feeling made her wary.
"As the embodiment of justice, it is your inevitable duty to eliminate all evil in the world."
"At this moment, you must become my blade... to annihilate all darkness..."
"Quick...quick..."
"Hurry up...hurry up and get here..."
Upon hearing this voice, Gwen slightly opened her eyes.
At this moment, her calm eyes were filled with a dazzling golden light.
It was as if an uncontrollable force was beginning to surge forth from her body.
Countless souls drifted in the air, watching Gwen, who was kneeling on the ground, slowly rise to her feet.
Ignoring the surrounding ghosts, she calmly drew her long blade from her waist and slashed it towards a hollow cloud of smoke.
Whoosh—!
A beam of light flickered and shot out from the sword, piercing through the eerie green mist.
A swift sword aura flashed out, instantly tearing a rift radiating golden light into the space.
Light, like a rushing river, surged from the cracks, illuminating this space filled with deathly silence and coldness.
Countless souls fled and scattered upon seeing this scene, creating a dark green storm in the air.
The light was too sacred, and the extreme heat was unbearable for the departed souls.
They were already feeling restless and anxious even after just a slight touch of the edges.
A mournful roar echoed through the air once more, and countless souls hid in the thick smoke.
Gwen, however, looked at the widening rift in front of her and resolutely walked into it.
The light swallowed her silvery figure, leaving only endless souls trembling in the mist.
...
tread!
Bathed in light, Gwen stepped once again onto the manor path.
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