At the foot of the Holy Mountain, outside Karete's bedchamber, Kareta asked the gods with great anger.

Overly emotional, the last question was clearly like a thunderous roar. Not only that, but the female voice that should have been clear and feminine turned into an extremely rough and thick voice at this moment, as if it was an angry man, pouring out infinite resentment and hatred!

In the dormitory just now, the god who hit the beast hard was Karet.

Because she had just performed her ultimate, her divine power source was released to the highest peak in an instant, and then it was quickly retracted to the original point. At this time, the countless source light spots left behind after the excessive flood of divine power sources had not been completely extinguished.

They crowded next to each other, forming a hazy barrier around her bumpy figure, and for a moment the brilliance was eye-catching, like a bewitching and seductive gauze.

Among the gods, when Hera, the goddess of blessings, saw the dying beast on the ground, her whole expression was very unnaturally condensed, her two eyes rolled several times, and when she was about to secretly think about something, a cry suddenly sounded behind her:

"Ahh

"Goddess of Disputes!"

"Goddess Alice, what's wrong with you?"

Hera hurriedly turned around, and saw that her daughter Alice in her previous life had inexplicably risen into the air, with a frightened and impatient expression on her face.

It seemed that she was forcibly held up in the air by an invisible and colorless force, and then she was forced to curl up her hands and feet, and involuntarily made a posture of bending down and bowing.

This powerful force is still suppressing Alice, not only controlling her limbs, but also imprisoning her source of divine power. No matter how hard she struggled, her body seemed to be rigid and no longer flexible, and she couldn't use the source of divine power at will to launch a spell counterattack.

"Don't! Kareta you damn slut!"

Alice seemed to have understood that the god who calculated her was Carette, and she writhed her body in terror, and continued to scream as she fought against the force that coerced her:

"Kareta, what do you want to do to me! The gods of the holy mountain are present, I see that you dare to mess with me! I am the goddess of disputes, the eldest daughter born to the gods and queens, what do you dare to do to me, a slut......

"Smack" –

A crisp sound cut off Alice's chatter, and her head flicked to the right, and a black palm print appeared on the left side of her fair face, and then half of her face quickly swollen.

The gods were startled, and before they could react, there was another crisp thud, and Alice's head flicked to the left again.

Kareta was still standing on the top floor of the blackstone steps, her body not moving. She pressed the blade of her longsword against the stone steps, her hands calmly holding the hilt.

When she saw that Alice's whole face was almost out of shape after two blows, she raised her chin slightly, and opened a beautiful smile into the air. Then, she suddenly stared at her dark eyes fiercely.

"Papapa......

Alice, the goddess of disputes in the air, kept swinging her head, as if she was being sanctioned and slapped in the mouth by an invisible force. Because the force is too intense, the cervical spine can hardly withstand the frequency of shaking the head too quickly and the amplitude of action is too large, and the bones and joints make dull sounds from time to time. Her short hair fluttered messily in the air with the swing of her head.

The gods began to be in an uproar.

They determined that Kareta was indeed the one who was acting violently against the Goddess of Disputes. Just as he was about to ask Zeus for countermeasures, he heard a scream of "ah", and Alice's body was no longer restrained, and suddenly fell from mid-air to the ground.

"Alice!"

"Goddess of Disputes!"

Several gods chased after her, scooping up Alice and being surprised.

By this time, her pointed face, which seemed to have been carved, had turned into a piece of soaked bread, and the top was not only black, but also covered with scratches of various shades, and the marks scratched by the sharp nails were very obvious.

What's even more strange is that those wounds have obviously just fallen, but at this moment when the gods are watching, they rot and fester, and a black gray viscous liquid flows out, which makes the onlookers unbearable.

"Ah...... My face, my face, what the hell is wrong with my face......"

Alice lay on the ground, screaming bitterly.

Her body could no longer bear the pain that was piercing her bones, and she closed her eyes tightly, and just put her hands on her face to feel a sharp pain, and hurriedly withdrew her hands and rolled back and forth on the ground. Many gods leaned over, but they couldn't stop her from being tormented by pain.

"Hahahaha......"

With the sound of rolling thunder, Caret looked up to the sky and let out a long laugh of light crumbs, and said with great anger:

"Alice, this is the retribution you deserve! Soon after, even if the scars on your face are healed, the scars will always follow you. The god with an ugly heart and an ugly face is the most suitable!ahahaha......"

A flash of lightning poured into the air, and the expressions on the faces of each of the gods present were particularly clear: shock, fear, helplessness, and even anger.

Carette curled her lips into a very useful smile. She faced the gods below the steps, and turned her neck exaggeratedly a few times, and immediately, a crisp sound of friction erupted from the inside of the joint.

"Tsk" ......

The nearby gods heard it clearly, and they all felt a burst of cool air on their scalps, and a dense layer of goosebumps formed all over their bodies.

"Hmph! Olympus......"

With a cold snort of disdain, Karet's body moved, and she walked slowly down a stone staircase.

"Rubbing"......

The spike of the long sword she held in her right hand slashed across the steps, igniting a pinch of cold white sparks.

Seeing her walking towards the procession, the gods stirred again.

Zeus wrung his eyebrows at Karet, waved behind him without looking back, and then led the gods to follow her down the steps, slowly retreating step by step, always keeping a safe distance from her form.

The eyes of the night suddenly slipped through two points of light, and Kareta found a new target in the ranks of the gods.

Suddenly, she raised the long sword in her hand, and the blade pointed straight ahead. Just above the sharp edge, there was a purple-black flame that was burning brightly.

With a flick of her right wrist, Kareta shook the strange flame from the blade of her sword.

The gods saw only a flash of light in their field of vision. Then I heard Hera, the goddess of blessings, crying out for help in a hoarse voice:

"Ah, help—help me! go away! What is this! Come on—"

It turned out that the flames on Karete's sword were aimed at Hera from the beginning, and at this time, the flames were hovering above her head, and it seemed that they could fall at any time.

The goddess of blessings was clearly aware of this great crisis, and shouted as she ran around the ranks, dodging left and right, in a vain attempt to shield herself with the help of the other gods.

"Goddess Hera!"

"Diva!"

......

The ranks of the gods began to disarray.

The god who was friendly with Hera rushed to defend her, but was pushed away by a strong force, and even though she jumped up, she could not get close to Hera.

Soon, the goddess of blessings was isolated in a clearing. She fluttered her hands against the sky in a panic, turning her body hopelessly on the ground, still unable to escape the harassment of the flames.

The wayward flame suddenly grew larger in the leap and follow, and became like a black caged net, rushing towards Hera.

"Goddess be careful!"

The gods were stunned, but their bodies were blocked by strange forces and they couldn't come forward to help.

Seeing that Hera, the goddess of blessings, was about to be hit, Zeus, the god of all gods at the head of the team, waved his palm and sent out a force to interfere with the air, causing the purple fire that was about to fall to scatter and disintegrate in an instant, and only a small bit of it was impartial and fell right on the top of Hera's head.

"Ahh

Another scream woke up the gods, who had already been dumbfounded.

They saw a fierce purple fire burning in the head of the blessed goddess, like an angry spirit going berserk. The smell of burnt hair filled the air, choking the gods from breathing.

"The diva—"

"Let's go over and see ......"

The blocking force was gone, and the gods came forward to surround Hera.

The evil fire that was at work in her head had gone out on its own. At this time, the diva was described as almost collapsed, and she was like two people who were pampered and powerful on weekdays.

The wavy green silk that she was most proud of had been completely burned by the evil fire just now, and now only a layer of bare, burnt scalp remained.

"Ahh......h My hair ......"

Hera guessed her embarrassment from everyone's strange and pitiful looks, and began to go insane, crying out in a gaffe:

"Great God...... You have to be the master for me, O great God...... My hair ...... Oh my hair...... Woowoo woo ......"

Suddenly, the gods were unusually quiet.

As a queen of heaven, Hera is arrogant and domineering, and she is openly admired by the gods in the holy mountain of Olympus, but she has actually made countless enemies in secret.

Not only was she wounded, but her hair was shaved off this time, which was a great shame, and it was a great pleasure for the gods who hated her. Therefore, the expressions on the faces of the gods are very complicated, some sympathetic, some can't help laughing, and secretly have nothing to do.

Zeus remained silent, always maintaining an awe-inspiring posture in the chaotic scene.

He folded his hands behind his back, looked at the smug Carette, looked at the injured Hera mother and daughter, and finally turned his eyes to the beast that had been scorched for a long time.

At this moment, the monster's body turned into a puff of foul smoke, and was carried to the other side of the cloud with a whirlwind.

Zeus stood silently in the wind, squinting in the direction of the smoke, and silently had an answer in his heart.

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