klisemfg Chapter 508 He has to thank us!
Chapter 508 He has to thank us!
Angel seemed to be thrown into one of those magic bubbles in Gloria's study room that were used to block out interference. The sounds around her were blurry and her mind was blank. It was not until a cold and sticky sword was stuffed into her hand that she finally came to her senses and the world became noisy.
Lilith had jumped off the dueling stage at some point and staggered to her front. There was a deafening noise all around her. Those voices were a mixture of shock, questioning, and confusion, but none of them could change the outcome of the battle. Metternich's body lay in the center of the dueling stage.
Perhaps this should have been a moment to celebrate the victory, at least Angel's mother, Lady Cecil, had already cried tears of joy, but Angel looked at Lilith and found that she was actually just like herself, unable to muster any expression.
“——No, no!” There was a commotion nearby.
Pico Viente was pressed under the high guillotine, and his hands and feet were tied with iron rings. He cursed and begged, and it was obvious that he had completely lost his mind.
"She cheated! She must have cheated!" Vientelai grumbled resentfully. How could that White Ghost lose? He was the champion of this year's duel tournament! And he lost to a noble lady he'd never heard of! How could it be possible?!
But Lilith didn't even give him a glance. Her shoulders slumped with fatigue, and Angel, who was closest to her, could hear her heavy breathing. After she relaxed for a while, she stopped using Angel for support, let go of her hand, and stepped back to stand firm.
Without Lilith's strength, Angel felt her palm drop. It turned out that a sword was so heavy. The half-dried blood created tension, sticking her hand firmly to it.
The guillotine, flashing with a cold light, was hung at the highest point of the execution platform, and the other end of the rope was tied to the pillar below. As long as the rope was cut, the guillotine would rush down and cut off the fragile neck of the human being.
An Qi realized later: Lilith, she wants to come in person...
"There has to be a first time." Lilith looked at Angel and whispered.
There seemed to be something unspoken in her words. Angel didn't quite understand what she meant, but she still obediently grabbed the sword and turned around.
"-Why! How on earth did I offend you?!" To this day, Waynetree still doesn't understand why the Russell girl is targeting him like this. His eyes are about to pop out of his eyes.
But Anqi just dragged her sword closer with a numb look on her face: "Go ask Marcia."
"Wait... wait! I can compensate Marcia, no, I can compensate her family! Raping a woman is just a minor crime, I am willing to bear the punishment, Your Excellency the Bishop! Your Excellency the Bishop, save me!!" He struggled and shouted almost crazily, but was firmly welded to the guillotine by iron chains.
As Anqi approached, she smelled the smell of urine.
"I plead guilty! I plead guilty!" The crowd around him gradually quieted down, and Viente's roar was so clear: "I request a re-sentencing—"
"Attsu."
Angel wielded the cold steel, which was still so sharp after the battle. It cut through the hemp rope as easily as a hot knife through butter, and even wedged half of it into the wooden pole.
The one-meter-wide guillotine roared as it fell.
Viente's final roar was cut off by the muffled thud of metal against bone. The sound of his cervical vertebrae cracking like damp wood exploding in a fire. Blood splattered directly onto Anqi's face, burning her and making her shiver.
The head rolled along the inclined table, and its distorted and terrified face stopped right in front of the tip of Angel's boot.
His brown hair was stained with blood and stuck together in clumps, his bulging eyeballs reflected the pale sky, his headless body was still twitching, and his hands bound with iron rings were still nervously scratching at the air, until the gushing blood soaked the cracks in the execution platform and dripped along the grooves onto the floor tiles below.
The surroundings were extremely quiet. Only after Viente's death did people seem to realize the significance of his death...
Bishop Quincy's face turned pale and his temples throbbed. He died, bringing disgrace to the church with him!
He's finally dead... Angie muttered to herself as she walked down the stairs, surrounded by her family members who had rushed onto the stage. She had imagined it so simply: report - judge - the criminal would receive the punishment he deserved. But it turned out to be such a difficult and lengthy process. Her naivety and foolishness cost Marcia her life, and nearly cost Nora and Lilith her life as well...
Angel lowered her head and realized that she was still holding Lilith's sword, but her parents, who were unable to wait to leave, had already pushed her away from the execution platform. She turned her head back to look where she came from and found that Lilith was still there. After seeing Angel leave, she turned around and opened her arms to the people.
It's not that Angel doesn't understand Lilith. On the contrary, as her number one rival, Lilith is the person she observes the most in school besides Catherine. Seeing Lilith's posture, Angel almost intuitively thought to herself: What does Lilith want to do now?
……
“I want to give the church a great gift!”
—A week ago, in the greenhouse of Gladia, Lilith was giving an impassioned speech.
"Hannah, you have the Shadow Core. You'll be responsible for blocking out the light with shadows. It would be best if there were some crackling sound effects. Do you understand what I mean?"
"Huh?" Hannah looked confused.
"Jaina, you're the best at levitation. You'll be responsible for keeping me afloat. I don't need to be too high, just enough for everyone present to see me."
"It should be fine, but—"
"Lulu, help me with the lighting. Don't use magic fireworks, just one color. Maybe I can wear silver armor to help reflect the light... Everyone, stay hidden and don't get discovered..."
"Lilith." Ian had already guessed Lilith's plan. This was too much, and he couldn't help but dissuade her, "God is real."
"So what? He doesn't discipline his followers, and he doesn't guide the people. Now I'm doing it for him, and he should thank me!" Lily didn't feel guilty at all.
Catherine frowned at Lilith, who showed no sign of worry about the duel. "You're not going to..."
"Hehe, that's right." Lilith smiled crookedly.
"I just want to perform a ritual!"
…………
In the central stand, except for the queen who looked very proud, no one dared to offend His Majesty the King at this moment. They all stood up with stern faces, ready to follow His Majesty the King to leave.
——They’re leaving! Lilith still couldn’t see Catherine’s return, so she immediately opened her arms to signal her companions.
The sky suddenly darkened.
Is it going to rain again? People looked up and saw dark clouds hanging almost in front of their eyes, blocking out the sun's rays... No, not completely.
A golden light shone through the clouds and onto the blonde girl with outstretched arms.
There were bursts of exclamations from behind. King George and the others who stood up to leave turned their heads.
The silver-armored girl, eyes tightly closed, lifted off the ground, hovering over two meters in the air. Beneath the dim clouds, the light favored her alone, illuminating her golden hair with an incomparable brilliance.
This is? !
Everyone was shocked by the strange sight before them. The girl floating in the air seemed to have finally absorbed enough energy from the infusion of light. She opened her eyes and coldly glanced at the people below her.
"Kneel down."