Chapter Three Hundred and Twenty Five: The Daughter of the Sea
Archbishop Benedictus of Stormwind City opened his black hood, revealing a head of gray hair. He had a resolute face, stern eyes, and a calm look on his face:
In the Kingdom of Stormwind, he is the embodiment of the Holy Light and the source of faith in the hearts of countless people.
Few people know his other identity, the cold-blooded and ruthless judge of the Cathedral of Light, who is determined to hunt down evil forces and secretly protect the people of the Kingdom of Stormwind.
"Jaina, you can deceive a fool who cannot see the truth, but you can never overthrow the rule of Stormwind City. It is a pity that Jaina, the ruler of Theramore, will die in the assassination of the evil Twilight Hammer.
It’s a strategy I learned from Thrall, and I will attend your funeral on behalf of the Kingdom of Stormwind, Jaina.”
No matter what, Jaina is the ruler of Theramore and a member of the Alliance.
Even if he knew the dirty things she had done, such as betraying her father to buy peace for the tribe, colluding with Thrall to feed the members of the alliance to the orcs, and being Thrall's loyal lackey, he still couldn't really break up with her.
Benedictus couldn't kill Jaina openly, he had to find a good excuse.
Marshal Windsor was a little confused and wanted to ask who was the fool here? He looked at Gianna, who had a serious face, and then looked at Archbishop Benedictus. He finally understood what the Archbishop was referring to, and he became angry at that time.
"Archbishop Benedictus, you are committing treason. You have betrayed Stormwind City. As the Grand Marshal in charge of Stormwind City's defense forces, I order you to put down your weapons and be captured immediately."
Benedictus stared at Marshal Windsor sympathetically:
"Dear Marshal, can you explain why you have a private meeting with Ms. Gianna? Don't tell me that you are having a tryst. You are not young anymore. How can you deal with the wolf-like Ms. Gianna?"
"Slander, slander, this is a despicable and shameless slander." Marshal Windsor turned blue with anger: "Everything I have done is for the Kingdom of Stormwind and for Azeroth, and you are obstructing our just cause.
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Jaina had been on alert. Benedictus was having a meaningless conversation with Marshal Windsor. At the same time, the Twilight believers were rapidly approaching. Among them were the Twilight Ascendants whom Jaina hated most.
There are also monsters that transform into faceless men or twilight draconians.
boom!
A thick black mist rose up, temporarily blocking the view. Taking advantage of the cover of the black mist, Jaina quickly pushed a scroll into the arms of Marshal Windsor and lowered her voice: "Wait for my order."
Marshal Windsor touched the scroll with Jaina's body temperature in his arms, feeling a little confused and unclear.
At this time, the fog had dissipated. Jaina's eyes were blood red and shrouded in thick black fog. Her face was distorted and she giggled:
"Benedictus, you are too naive. You think you are the only one who knows how to use the power of the ancient gods. What you know is only superficial, and I am the one who has truly gained the essence of the power of the ancient gods. I have already seen it clearly.
The essence of this world is that whoever is more shameless and has no bottom line will be the strongest one who laughs in the end."
hiss!
Jaina's clothes were torn, and the magic-stealing dragons were dancing like venomous snakes. Some of the magic-stealing dragons were different. They were wrapped in rich dark power. They became thicker, their eyes were scarlet, and they roared in pain.
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Medivh has been studying the power of the ancient gods. He used Jaina to conduct experiments and achieved certain success, cultivating several spell-stealing dragons with the power of the ancient gods.
Jaina's slender body expanded rapidly, and the dark power enveloped her body. Her muscles bulged, and her body became as strong as an ogre. She was covered with disgusting eyes. Her limbs disappeared and stretched out.
Eight octopus-like tentacles.
That beautiful and lovely face disappeared, turning into a faceless face with tentacles. I have to say that Medivh is very amazing. He successfully merged the power of the ancient god C'Thun and Yogg-Saron.
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Marshal Windsor was completely shocked. Queen Jaina, who was beautiful, charming, and noble, turned out to be a terrifying monster. He was in a daze, at a loss, and didn't know what to do.
"How do you resist the power of this ancient god, you will all be devoured by me." After the transformation, Jaina was surrounded by black mist. With a slight movement, the solid stone house collapsed, and Marshal Windsor escaped in a hurry.
Benedictus smiled bitterly and said: "Marshal, I hope you can see clearly what a terrible monster you are loyal to. Jaina, you made a mistake and should not have shown your true colors. We believers of the Holy Light have ways to fight against the ancient gods.
strength."
Benedictus waved his hand, and the Twilight believers immediately retreated. They were able to force out Jaina's true face. Their mission had been completed. Rays of light flashed. This was the flashing technique of the Holy Light system. Priests were wearing white and gold robes.
They appeared beside Benedictus, and the rich power of holy light enveloped the surroundings.
No one has ever dared to ignore the heritage of the Cathedral of Light. It has been able to stand in Stormwind City for hundreds of years, and can vaguely compete with the Wrynn royal family. It depends not only on the faith of the people, but on the tyrannical strength of the priests.
Benedictus nodded, and he walked alone in front of the transformed Jaina. The rich power of the Holy Light formed a long golden rope, tightly binding Jaina.
At the same time, the priests walked to their respective positions and formed a circle. Each of them had a rope of holy light in their hands. Although it was much smaller than Benedictus's, fortunately there were enough to weave it into a golden rope.
A large net covers the monster in the center of the circle.
The golden net of Holy Light continues to tighten. The priests of the Cathedral of Holy Light have undergone rigorous training. They know what they should do. Jaina in the net keeps struggling, but she can't get rid of the restraint.
"Gianna, give up. You probably don't know that there are countless monsters like you imprisoned under the Cathedral of Light. You are not the most powerful among them. Under the burning of the holy light day and night, you will finally
It will turn into ashes, how many years can you hold on, three years, five years, or ten years? I'm looking forward to it very much."
Marshal Windsor stood outside the circle, and Benedictus had ignored him. Even in this situation, most people would make the correct judgment and know which side they should stand on.
For some reason, Windsor suddenly remembered Jaina's voice and appearance, her smile and frown, her exquisite appearance, slender figure, her alluring fragrance, her seductive twist when walking, her plump buttocks and drums.
Nang Nang’s breasts, all of this flashed through Windsor’s mind.
He was like a young boy who was in love for the first time. He was moved by it and felt relaxed and happy. Under the burning of the golden holy light, Jaina, who turned into a monster, kept letting out miserable howls. In Windsor's ears, it was like a knife.
It's like cutting his heart out.
"I have to save Jaina, what should I do?" Windsor grabbed his hair hard.
"Unfold the scroll in your arms." A voice echoed in his ears, like a nightmare.
"Yes, yes, I must do this." Windsor quickly took out the scroll that Jaina gave him.
Benedictus forgot that bewitching and controlling people's hearts is the most terrifying power of the ancient gods. (To be continued)