Volume 7: Mortals and Gods Chapter 773: Bewitching (Part 1)
The people in the valley went about their lives as usual, completely unaware that there were three people above their heads watching their every move.
From Victoria's perspective, the edges of the mountains surrounding the valley gradually blur.
Victoria knew at a glance that that area was an extremely unstable space. Countless space debris would break away from here and swim away at every moment, while countless more space debris would replenish it.
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Therefore, the mountain range that forms the edge of the valley has actually changed its shape countless times.
"Lord Victoria, the most sincere ones are already here. You can choose for yourself," the Pope said.
Victoria nodded, and she slowly scanned the entire valley. Wherever her eyes passed, the figures of many people became transparent.
When the people around them saw this scene, they were all ecstatic, and they knelt down and begged, begging the God of Light to give them glory and glory.
The next moment, the valley had disappeared, and the Great Temple of Light returned to its original state.
It's just that this time, there are tens of thousands more staunch believers from various races in the hall.
These believers kept quiet and knelt on the ground one after another, waiting for the most sacred moment to arrive.
Victoria opened her arms, and in her tender lips and between her crystal-clear jade teeth, a small but extremely bright red sparkle lit up!
This red light seemed to have great suction power. As soon as it lit up, the faces of the tens of thousands of sincere people in the hall showed a look of extreme pain at the same time!
Victoria closed her eyes, and the bright red on her lips became brighter and brighter!
Accompanied by a hoarse scream, a sincere man with the worst constitution shook several times and finally fell to the ground.
A bit of his soul had left his body, and flew towards Victoria's mouth like a moth to a flame, and in the blink of an eye it melted into that bright red.
The screams kept coming out, getting denser and louder.
All the sincere ones were trembling and struggling in pain, and their souls flew towards Victoria in a few at first, and then dozens or hundreds of them poured out together, converging on the point in his mouth.
Bright red.
Finally, the lingering sound of the last scream slowly died out in the hall.
In the vast hall, tens of thousands of corpses were strewn about.
The faces of these sincere people are full of panic, terror and doubt, and they cannot see the joy and peace when their faith is achieved.
Their expressions are still lifelike, and their bodies still have residual warmth, but these sincere people who regard faith as the first priority of life have now turned into shells.
In fact, the value of these bodies alone is unimaginably huge. Heathcote looked at these bodies speechlessly and could only sigh.
These sincere people, each of whom has a very good body, have a great chance of successfully bringing an angel of the lowest level to descend.
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However, now, just one angel, Victoria, has consumed tens of thousands of sincere people!
Moreover, she is like the most picky carnivore, only eating the most delicious souls, and simply regards these rare bodies as nothing.
Victoria's brilliance now has the majesty of the God of Light, and reincarnated angels like Heathcote cannot look directly at it.
But Heathcote didn't even look at it, and he knew that Victoria's originally naked body had been covered with a slightly transparent battle armor, with seven-color halo flowing in the armor.
Using thousands of souls as copper and the power of the God of Light as a furnace, is it just to refine such a piece of armor?
Heathcote was extremely puzzled. It was just that when he was in the God Realm, he was just a mid-level angel, and his knowledge was extremely limited. When he was reincarnated, he left most of his memories in the God Realm. Therefore, for Victoria, this seven-color
I really don’t know the origin of the crystal armor or its power.
It's just that the bodies of thousands of sincere people, at least enough to make thousands of angels descend, are replaced by a piece of crystal armor. Is it worth it?
"Your Majesty the Pope, is it worth doing this?" Heathcote finally asked.
Victoria had already left at this moment, and silence returned to the hall.
"Ms. Victoria comes with the brilliance of the great God of Light. Her decision is equivalent to the will of the great God of Light. Therefore, we can do whatever she says."
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The Pope seemed very tired after speaking so many words in one breath. After resting for a moment, he said: "What's more, with the power of Victoria's human face and the divine power bestowed by the God of Light, who can defeat her?
Lady Victoria is right. Since she has made up her mind to come back this time, the Supreme God Realm does not need to send angels to come again. Besides, the crystal armor she refined is not without origin."
At this point, the Pope coughed violently again.
The Holy Son Heathcote stood quietly, waiting for the Pope to tell the origin of the crystal armor.
The Pope managed to regain his breath. However, after he pondered for a long time, he suddenly let out a long sigh and simply said:
"At least for now, Lady Victoria is invincible. But absolute power is not the whole reason to decide everyone's fate..."
Heathcote thought hard, but didn't understand.
In the endless Rocky Mountains, there is a beautiful and peaceful village.
The mountains block the cold wind from the west, and several hot springs moisten the land in the valley. Therefore, although there is heavy snow outside the mountains, it is still a refreshing green.
Life in the village is harmonious and peaceful, almost in a state of complete self-sufficiency.
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Even if ferocious monsters occasionally come here from the mountains, they just add a taste of game to the villagers.
Almost everyone in the village practices martial arts, and they are not weak at all. The source of all martial arts comes from the old Maxwell.
On this sunny afternoon, Maxwell sat in the open space by the village again, watching several children practicing sword skills. Occasionally, he would give some pointers.
For some reason, his thoughts recently kept returning to those almost forgotten years, those years of anger, bloodlust, sadness and madness.
In his middle age, Maxwell traveled around the world, and finally one day he met the bride of his life.
But not long after the happy days, even before the honeymoon was over, the executors of the Holy Empire's Religious Inquisition came to visit.
Maxwell then learned that his wife turned out to be a fanatical anti-church.
What follows is endless escape, fighting, pursuit, and ambush.
Blood and fire, killing and death, have become everything in his life.
As time went by, he had forgotten how many strong men from the Inquisition he had killed with his sword.
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But his wife did not have as strong fighting spirit as him. Finally, in a battle, due to Maxwell's lack of protection, she fell under a large-scale killing magic.
In the following years, Maxwell's memory was completely blank. When he woke up, he was already in this small village.
Thirty years or forty years?
He could no longer remember it.
All he knew was that the dust on the giant swords in his hands was getting thicker and thicker day by day.
The sun this afternoon is eerily red.
As soon as Maxwell narrowed his eyes, he discovered that a strange existence had appeared in front of him at some point.
The purple-red robe on the visitor kept fluttering like flying flames.
Maxwell really couldn't describe the eerie beauty.
But as soon as this person appeared, several children who were still practicing sword skills in the square fell to the ground silently, and then turned into balls of rich red and rose into the sky.
Maxwell stood up. He knew from the faintly terrifying sacred aura coming from the visitor that the Holy Empire had found him.
"I'm going to get the sword, and the people in this village are innocent." Maxwell said calmly.
"No need, the result is the same whether you take the sword or not. And I'm very busy." Victoria said softly.
In front of Maxwell, a large area of thick red suddenly appeared.
He looked hard and realized that this patch of red was actually composed of several fluttering pieces of red silk.
He tried his best throughout his life, but at the last moment he discovered that every piece of red silk was connected by countless thin red threads.
That piece of red quietly passed over Maxwell's body.
A moment later, the peaceful village was reduced to ashes in the enchanting red flames.
At dusk, the independent port city of Reia, located on the southeast coast of the mainland, welcomed the red sky as usual.
But a fiery red sunset in the sky suddenly fell and landed on the City Lord's Mansion. When the red glow dissipated, the entire City Lord's Mansion was connected to Rea City. The legendary city lord Lor'themar had disappeared out of thin air.
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Lor'themar has been the city's lord for more than twenty years, and his bravery and strategies are extraordinary. He has repelled three attacks by the Holy Empire's Crusaders and maintained the independent status of Rea City.
It wasn't until the powers of the southeastern coastal countries rose up and the Holy Empire's forces were forced far away from the coastline that Lor'themar had no place to use it.