The golden scales suddenly appeared like twinkling stars, and wisps of sacred breath danced in the air.
The outline of the scales gradually becomes clearer and fainter, as if the rhythm of life is rising and falling.
The golden light flowed like a river, instantly lighting up the entire room.
The brightness overflowed, and the dazzling brilliance even made Victor feel a little dazzling.
Vega widened his one eye and observed it carefully.
It can clearly feel that the goddess of justice's divine power is getting stronger and stronger.
Perhaps Gwen sanctioned those believers and turned their sins into his own karma.
As a result, she received the final approval from Lady Justice.
After all, she only used part of the divine power of the Goddess of Justice to kill those believers.
Use the ruthless sword to cut off all evil thoughts in the world.
This is the true teaching of Lady Justice.
However, in the word-of-mouth transmission of those cultists, the teachings of the Goddess of Justice were gradually distorted, and her justice turned into absolute paranoia.
It does not mean cutting off evil thoughts, but also reducing the common sources of evil thoughts.
This kind of paranoid justice is absolutely unacceptable to human society.
Victor's fingers lightly brushed across Gwen's white back, leaving traces on the scales on her back.
Under the physical contact, Gwen's current level rose.
Lv37
Sure enough, she became much stronger.
If this continues, it won't be long before Gwen becomes a true fourth-level knight.
Victor withdrew his hand.
Letting Gwen kill those believers was part of the plan.
[Believers of the Goddess] After being killed, they will throw pheromones to other believers like mice.
This message will spread like a plague.
And those believers will swarm in revenge like crazy rats.
And once they finally find out, the person who kills them is no one else.
It is the goddess they long for and believe in all the time.
At that time, their faith will collapse.
No longer able to uphold what he believed to be justice, his twisted mind turned into all evil thoughts.
In the end, they were erased by Gwen, who represented justice, and used their sins to become their own strength.
Achieve the ultimate virtuous cycle.
so……
"The believers of the goddess want to bring the goddess to the world through Gwen, but I won't agree."
Victor watched the golden scale float on Gwen's back, and even though his eyes were stung by the light, he still spoke calmly.
When these evil and paranoid believers are eliminated by the righteous Gwen, they will become the power that Gwen uses to become stronger.
What will become stronger at the same time is the remaining divine power of the Goddess of Justice.
As long as this continues, Gwen will continue to grow stronger.
Humanity will never again remember the twisted teachings of the Goddess.
The Council of Mages will be the only church that believes in the Goddess of Justice.
But it's not for real goddesses either.
"The world doesn't need two identical goddesses."
Victor's emotionless voice sounded.
Since the Mage Council was built on the scale of hypocrisy from the beginning, then the goddess of justice they believe in is also hypocritical.
Not too much?
The real Lady Justice will exist in name only, and he no longer has to worry about Gwen becoming the real Lady Justice.
As long as everything goes well.
Suddenly, Victor looked up.
He sensed an unusual aura lingering in front of the door.
Victor stretched out his hand and lightly touched Gwen's bathrobe. The separated bathrobe closed again along the edge, covering her snow-white skin again.
He gently pulled the quilt to cover Gwen, then stood up and walked towards the door.
At the same time, a blazing flame burned on the white shirt.
The surrounding air was suddenly filled with an anxious heat.
Victor waved his hand gently, and the black windbreaker was purified by the flames and covered his body again.
The red lines flickered briefly on the surface of the windbreaker, then gradually extinguished.
After doing this, he just walked to the door of the room and opened his palms.
The door handle automatically turned and opened the door.
Then he saw it.
At the door, a girl with white hair and red eyes was sitting on her knees.
Her body was entangled with countless transparent magical threads, which outlined seductive lines on her slender but plump body.
Her arms were tightly pinned to her sides, unable to move.
The girl raised her face, looking pitiful and weak.
She sat on her knees and looked up at Victor.
The flowing red eyes looked a little sad.
…
"Please allow me to introduce myself, Mr. Victor."
The girl stood tall and graceful in the room and bowed to Victor.
"My name is Precious Ness, the daughter of Lord Lauryn."
Victor sat on the chair and looked at the girl in front of him carefully.
Her etiquette was impeccable and her attitude was respectful.
Although she appears to be about the same age as Aurelion and Erica, she exudes an unusually mature temperament.
Perhaps this has something to do with the Earl's family education.
but……
Victor held his face with one hand and looked at the other person, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes:
"As the daughter of an earl, you come to me at this time."
"What do you want to do?"
As he spoke, he glanced at Gwen who was sleeping soundly on the bed.
The effect of hypnosis was very good, and Gwen was able to sleep peacefully until dawn.
What he meant was obvious.
As the daughter of Earl Lauryn, you went into the room of a man with his fiancée alone at night.
Moreover, the other party is still a new guest, and the two parties are not familiar with each other at all.
It feels strange to come to your door like this and there are no problems.
Pulisis noticed Victor's suspicion, she squeezed her hands together tightly, her face tightened slightly, and she looked extremely troubled.
She was silent for a while and finally said:
"I know you, you are a very powerful mage."
"Only you, only a powerful mage can help me, and I hope you can help me."
she said very anxiously.
"I'm willing to give it all."
When Victor heard this, he sat up straighter.
He looked at Pulisis carefully with a look in his eyes.
Feeling his slightly aggressive look, the girl gently closed her eyes, but allowed Victor's eyes to roam freely on her body.
"Is it?"
Victor's voice sounded again, with a hint of amusement in it.
Pulix's body couldn't help but tremble.
She opened her eyes again, her face was slightly red, and her red eyes were like ripe apples, but they were gradually crushed and a few tears were squeezed out.
But she nodded anyway.
"Yes, it is."
"I'm willing to pay any price."
Victor looked at her with no expression on his face.
He sat back on the chair and asked calmly:
“Say what you’re asking for help with.”
Pulisis said quickly:
"Please save my mother."
"She was kept tightly shut in the room by my father, Lord Lauryn, and was not allowed to leave the room."
"If this continues, she will die in the room."
She begged, her mood became extremely sad, her brows furrowed slightly, but this time it was not because of entanglement, but because she was praying for salvation.
Pulisis's body felt a little weak, all her strength was exhausted, and she was about to kneel down in front of Victor.
Emotions almost collapsed along with the words, and tears flowed out.
"Please...please help me."
The corners of Victor's mouth raised slightly, a joking expression clearly revealed:
"I can help you, but now, I have a condition."
Pulisis nodded quickly as if she had grasped some life-saving straw.
"I, I can promise!"
"Well, show me the legs."
Victor's words made the crying girl freeze in place.
"Wha...what?"
She seemed not to have thought that Victor would say this at all, and her face that was originally crying froze, and it was difficult to react to anything for a while.
Victor stood up slowly, stared into Pulisis's eyes seriously, and said seriously every word:
"Lift up your dress and let me see your legs."
The aggressive momentum made Pulisis take a few steps back.
Immediately afterwards, the magical power around Victor suddenly exploded, actively tearing open the lower half of the black dress that covered the girl's legs.
Stab——
The fragmented black dress was torn apart by magic, revealing Prixis's hollow lower body.
There should have been a pair of legs there.
But now, it seems to be transparent.
Under the dress, there was only a pair of black leather boots, standing on the ground, as if supporting her body.
Pulix's face instantly turned pale. She hurriedly lay on the ground, hugging the torn dress and trying her best to cover her legs.
However, it was too late.
At this moment, Victor had begun to look at the girl in front of him with dangerous eyes.
His voice seemed cold and ruthless:
"Sure enough, how could a normal person be restrained by the magic trap I set at will?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the surroundings of Victor instantly burst into flames.
The torrential flames spread like ocean waves, forming pillars of fire in the air.
But the flames didn't ignite anything, they just heated the air around them.
The scorching temperature began to sting Pulix's skin, and the blazing firelight reflected on her pale face.
Prixis, who was still crying, now had a bit of fear in her eyes.
He couldn't help but subconsciously started to avoid those flames.
The flames wouldn't burn her, but the temperature would.
The scorching heat seemed to turn into a poisonous snake and began to swim around her body. The boiling heat made Prixis feel suffocated.
The lungs seemed to be pinched tightly by a pair of giant hands with high temperature, and only strong burning filled the lungs and throat.
The air became so hot that she couldn't breathe for a while.
Victor put his hands in his pockets, and the windbreaker on his body also caught fire.
The flames behind him seemed to have turned into ferocious beasts, licking the dry and anxious air.
He was surrounded by flames, still so calm.
His feet stepped on the blazing fire, and the corners of his eyes ignited with scorching fire.
But there is boundless coldness flowing in the blazing eyes, like solid ice wrapped in flames, completely filling the hot air with cold.
"It's late at night, but you insist on disturbing my wife and I's rest time."
His calm voice gradually sounded, mixed with the collision of hot and cold, and seemed a bit chaotic:
"I'm curious, now that you know I'm a powerful mage."
"Just a dead soul."
"How dare you wander around in front of me?"
