Many of the nobles began to tremble, and they suddenly lay on the ground, their bodies suddenly hollow.

A disgusting, rancid crack crept quietly from their backs, and the crack seemed to come from within, releasing malice.

At that moment, the stench and damp smell of rotten mildew danced wantonly in the space in an instant, and there was even a hint of bloody smell that made people shudder.

They oozed churning flesh from their black bodies under everyone's gaze.

The amorphous black dust flows rapidly on its surface, constantly changing, like a chaotic ghost.

In the midst of these changes, their bodies instantly stood out as a tall black hill.

Black mist rose rapidly from their flesh and skin, forming a huge mouth that croaked.

The giant mouth was muttering indistinctly, and if you listened closely, there were actually several clear human words mixed in:

"Female ...... God ......"

"Female ...... God ......"

"Blame! Monsters!! ”

This scene stunned all the nobles present.

They threw away the glasses in their hands in horror, and the sound of them shattering and colliding with other objects reverberated through this illusory universe.

At the same time, the door of the banquet hall was broken, and the knights arrived, immediately stepping into this chaotic and black space.

The nobles were desperately trying to find an exit from the filthy and chaotic atmosphere.

In the midst of this chaos, order is difficult to stabilize.

But Victor turned a blind eye, just clenched his staff, and said indifferently:

"They are the cultists that the empire has been purging."

These cultists infiltrated the Empire, killed humans, and then parasitized under their skins, pretending to be humans.

The moment the knights arrived, the nobles seemed to feel safe.

Because they don't need to be afraid.

Not to mention that there are so many people here, there are also countless mages and strong people among the nobles.

The strongest man in the empire, the Emperor of Oberly, was in front.

How could he possibly watch such a monster appear in the middle of the banquet hall?

So, the aristocrats almost thought of only one possibility.

The Council of Mages may have discovered these cultists in the Empire long ago.

And expose them at this banquet.

Thus, every scene.

People who can become nobles are rarely fools, otherwise they would not be able to sit in this position safely.

And the emergence of these cultists means to build momentum for whom.

They already know it.

Victor's eyes were like torches, staring at the cultist in front of him, his eyes flashing with a red light.

"These cultists are rooted in the Empire and are always trying to find opportunities."

Every time the empire changes heirs, these cultists are ready to move.

In times of instability in the Empire, they will use humans as skins to hype up their paranoid and twisted doctrines.

"Therefore, Your Majesty has to determine the heir in advance, and this heir must serve the public."

At least, there will be a group of people under his hands who will be in chaos during the period of being in power.

It even takes some effort to deal with them.

This reason was thought of by countless people present.

Whether it is the eldest prince or the second prince ascending the throne, there will always be nobles who are upset about it.

After all, their own interests are really involved.

Once the eldest prince ascends the throne, the nobles in the second prince's camp will naturally come out to protest.

Why!?

The eldest prince does have the merit of killing the dragon, but the second prince is not bad.

He even led his troops to investigate the demons lurking in the north, and was wounded.

In the same way, when the second emperor ascended the throne, the aristocratic ministers who supported the eldest prince would almost do the same.

But no matter how you say it, the ministers are all nobles, although they have their own calculations, but they are not traitors.

So, unless it's someone who is particularly extreme, it's impossible to deal with it secretly.

After all, all you want is your family's share of interests.

Indeed, killing the killer is indeed the most efficient method.

It can quickly purge those who resist and put the new emperor on the throne firmly on the throne of the empire.

But this is only a superficial stability.

If they did so, the courtiers and populace would lose faith in the empire completely.

At that point, the fall of the empire was a matter of time.

Even Oberly could not force everyone into submission by force.

He can only do it by force.

Let the courtiers and the people know that they have the absolute strength to govern the country.

And to make sure that the empire doesn't have the same cleanup as it did decades ago.

It must be ensured that the courtiers cannot mess with the succession to the throne.

So since you can't make anyone satisfied,

That will only displease everyone.

So, it's pretty obvious.

The nobles present were all confused, they really couldn't be satisfied.

No one can accept such a reason.

Just because of such a hasty reason, the competition between the eldest prince and the second prince for so many years has become completely child's play?

Just let the efforts of these nobles, and for several years the wooden towering church was poured with resin.

In a word, it was completely burned by a fire.

As a splendid fireworks for the princess?

Naturally, no one can accept it.

What is the reason and what is not?

They don't care at all.

At this point, they even forgot that the black flesh that twisted its body was turning close to them.

Their horror and horror are not even half as good as their own interests.

What if there are even these cultists?

These nobles are like treasure hunters who have entered the jungle and are obsessed with power.

At the most critical moment, he didn't worry about the evil beast behind him.

Under the eyes, it is all wealth and status.

After all, they just want their piece of the pie, and the bigger the better.

Cultists, what does it have to do with these nobles?

The Carencian Empire is not theirs.

At this moment, the evil thoughts in the hearts of the nobles were like wriggling maggots, crawling out of the dung pit in droves.

Evil is rapidly magnified until it engulfs itself.

In the minds of the vast majority of nobles, these crazy thoughts could not be stopped.

They absolutely cannot accept this absurd but equal reason.

Why!?

Why!?

No, I have to win!

Be sure to win!

Suddenly, "Bang! A loud bang suddenly exploded, and at the same time, it also blew away the crazy thinking of the nobles, who looked at the source of the sound.

For some reason, a Chaos cultist had turned into ashes and exploded at this time.

Accompanied by flesh and ashes, it disappeared directly into this illusory flowing starry sky.

The same thought suddenly arose in their hearts:

Victor, using magic.

The nobles turned their heads to look back and saw Victor stretch out his staff and aim it at the second Chaos cultist.

They thought that Victor was going to unleash some terrible magic of destruction.

Crush the twisted evil in this unbreakable space.

However, in the next second, everyone's eyes widened.

I saw Victor round his arm, wave the pitch-black staff in his hand, and slam the space.

With a little bit of nothingness, dead embedded in the writhing blurred flesh.

Boom!

The cultist was like a bulging balloon, and his entire hillock-like body began to tremble irregularly, and in the next second, the flesh and blood exploded instantly.

With a violent explosion, the black flesh and blood fell apart, and countless black tentacles that were still twitching completely fell to the starry ground.

It writhed twice as if it was struggling at the end, losing its reaction.

The teeth of the giant mouth also cracked in all directions, and a thick fishy smell erupted from the huge flesh and blood, and the foul-smelling dead fish trapped in the mire were extremely sticky.

A moment, a moment.

With each of Victor's blows, it was clear that it smashed on the flesh.

However, the hearts of these nobles could not help but twitch.

Each time they heard a voice, Ben's body, which had been slumped with anger, seemed to be even lowered.

The fragile bones seemed to be shattered by the thumping sound, and they were about to be unable to support their bloated bodies.

It was as if the staff were not striking the cultists.

It's their twisted minds.

Perhaps at the moment, they are no different from those cultists.

Cultists for the return of the goddess.

Spread evil thoughts in the world, and purge them with their extreme justice.

Perhaps, they will be able to rest easy.

It will allow the goddesses of justice to see that they have once again regained their righteous posture, and returned to the mortal world, leading their group of ignorant followers again.

And they.

Also for their own interests.

Choose to embrace evil thoughts.

The rod of justice, which judges them again and again, purifies their filthy hearts.

It seems that along with the evil in their hearts before, they have been completely eliminated.

Until the last stick, it struck down hard.

The last group of cultists also completely dissipated in this space.

Victor picked up his staff again and weighed it in his hand.

As if to make sure that there was not a trace of a foul smell on his staff, he put it back beside him, his expression still calm.

"It's a pity, it's not very elegant."

He sighed softly, but the bodies of the nobles trembled wildly.

What do you call a mage? You're a mage?

How can a mage pick up a staff and smash people, and you are also worthy of being a member of the mage council?

You should apologize to the mages of the world!

Victor turned back to face the nobles.

He was just straightening his back, but he was like a giant who judged everything, with an indelible majesty.

But his tone was flat as usual, as if he thought it was all insignificant.

"I know you're still unhappy with the election of the princess instead of the prince."

"I can still explain it to you."

With that, he stretched out his hand and shook it slightly in mid-air.

The world around him seemed to be crushed by a pair of invisible hands, and the illusory starry sky was suddenly crushed like a brittle piece of paper, and began to collapse and shatter.

In the blink of an eye, the nobles seemed to be back in the golden banquet hall again.

The hall seemed to have been re-washed and a little cleaner.

The whiteness of the tablecloth seemed to be starting to glare a little.

The nobles looked around, only to see several shriveled corpses lying on the ground.

The limbs seemed to be restrained, and a tightness instantly reached the brain.

This proves one thing to them.

What just happened is not an illusion.

Victor held the staff beside him, as if announcing something:

"Only we, the Mage Council, have the power to censor and purge cultists."

"And we, the Mage Council, will unconditionally support Aurelian Thor."

Hearing this, countless nobles breathed sluggishly.

The moment the words fell, the three councilors behind Victor instantly erupted into an astonishing magical vortex.

The various terrifying circles quickly began to rotate, and with the buzzing restlessness, the air seemed to be invaded by magic and became chaotic.

Victor stood at the front, and at some point, he put on his old black trench coat again.

Automatically without wind, five lines of different colors flashed.

As if the absolute horror of the ancient existence had awakened, the natural energy also began to surge.

He seemed to look down on everyone, hidden in the light, and his obsidian eyes shone brightly:

"I'm sorry, but we're the strongest."

"So-"

"We can, do whatever we want."