Prisis peered through the window as Gwen held a silver sword and walked steadily.

Even from a distance of more than ten meters, she could still feel the powerful sense of oppression emanating from Gwen's body.

The air of the Western Zhou Dynasty condensed into a thick white mist due to the influence of the cold air.

The armor shimmered with dazzling light against the background of mysterious power, making Gwen's figure even more heroic.

Her icy aura revealed the power of absolute justice.

Even a simple glance was enough to give Prisis a deep and sublime momentum.

This power made her inexplicably rise a sense of awe in her heart.

Good, so handsome......

Prichis was amazed, and the more she looked at it, the more she felt that Gwen's back was charming.

The initial fear was completely replaced by a strong worship.

She was fascinated by Gwen's heroic gesture.

Gwen's strength was palpable, and Prichis could clearly feel her strength.

Compared to this, she even felt that her father Victor was slightly inferior.

Of course, Prisis definitely didn't mean to say that Victor was inferior to Gwen,

Because momentum does not fully represent combat power.

But at least, Miss Gwen must be much better than her.

At this point, Gwen was standing in front of the group of robbers.

Her long silver hair fluttered in the cold wind, her face was cold, and her eyes were sharp.

Gwen's lips twitched in the face of the robbers with weapons in hand.

Emotionlessly, he issued a judgment to the group of robbers in front of him:

"Are you really planning to loot this carriage?"

Hearing this, Prisis, who was sitting in the carriage, was suddenly stunned.

Yes?

I don't know if it's a group of robbers. Why did Miss Gwen even ask a point?

She wanted to go back and ask Aunt Leah, is Miss Gwen so polite usually?

But seeing that Liya's face did not change, she did not show any strangeness at all.

For Leah, Gwen's question was normal.

The heart of justice gives Gwen insight into all lies, and her question is not polite.

This is just one confirmation from Gwen.

Although the purpose of the robbers is obvious, a just trial requires such a process of confirmation.

So it's no surprise, whether the robbers are quibbling or being the first to confirm.

Gwen, who has a righteous heart, will surely kill them first......

"What nonsense with her, cut it!"

Didn't answer!?

Leah raised an eyebrow, a little surprised.

How come these robbers don't even have a single reason?

Do you want to kill them all, and then take all the money away?

This, this doesn't make sense, does it? Can't they see that this is the carriage of the Clavenna family?

Even the most stupid outlaws should avoid this obvious suicide.

They acted as if they had been hired or manipulated, as if they had come to their deaths on purpose.

And at this moment, each robber raised his long knife one after another, and approached Gwen in the center step by step.

Again, Gwen no longer had to answer to confirm their lies.

She slowly drew the sword from her waist.

And then......

As the thickening mixture of white smoke and ice crystals surrounded the long sword, the air of the Western Zhou fell into a deathly silence.

Gwen's exhaled breath formed two puffs of white gas, and the chill around her rose sharply, and even the ground beneath her feet was covered with crystal white frost.

She held her sword in both hands, and the white mist around her suddenly swirled upward, as if a huge pale beast had formed behind her.

The behemoth of mist opened its terrifying mouth, sharpening the chill around it.

They began to condense in the air, as if they had transformed into countless crystalline sharp teeth.

Gwen held the sword horizontally in front of him, letting the thick white smoke wrap around the blade.

In the next second, the silver sword slashed out horizontally.

Rumble!

In an instant, a thick pale sword aura rushed out into the sky, slashing across the empty earth in front of him.

At this moment, only the pale and quiet cold ice smoke swept through the sky,

Hundreds of miles of ice rose from the ground, and countless ice crystals that turned into sharp teeth rolled out one after another, crashing into the boundless land.

Before the robbers who rushed towards Gwen could take the next step, they were engulfed in the white mist that quickly swept by, and their consciousness suddenly dissipated.

For a moment, it was as if the whole land had fallen into a deeper dead silence.

Even the slightest sound of the wind froze in the cold, no longer flowing.

After the white mist passed, the bodies of the robbers had turned into ice sculptures.

After the impact, countless robbers were frozen and broken.

The organs' clear pink appearance was exposed to the air, and the surface was covered with a thick layer of hoarfrost.

On the ground, there was not a single drop of blood.

The lower half of their bodies were locked in place by the ice, but the upper half of their bodies fell to the ground, their arms and necks shattered and scattered to the ground.

Ice crystals covered the Western Zhou Dynasty, and hoarfrost swept the heavens and the earth.

The coachman sitting in the carriage witnessed this scene, and his eyes widened as big as brass bells.

He sat stiffly in the car, not even daring to move.

Prissis, who was lying on the window, also widened her eyes and opened her mouth, her face full of astonishment.

It's just that his eyes were full of surprise and flashed with excitement.

It's so handsome too!

But the corpses didn't shed a single bit of blood, which made Prisis a little puzzled.

In the end, Prisis attributed this to the cold blowing through the blood, which was frozen in the bodies of the humans.

Only Riya didn't show much surprise, but nodded lightly with satisfaction.

In this way, others should also retreat.

But Gwen probably won't let go of the rest of the talents.

Sure enough, Gwen turned her head to look at the robbers who were besieging behind her.

Strangely, the previous battle did not make them feel the slightest fear, but only inspired them to be more excited.

Brandishing their swords, they continued to charge towards Gwen.

So much so that Gwen could only swing his sword again.

It was as easy as an ordinary attack, but it made the white mist and frost sweep the land again.

Crystal clear ice crystals and sharp teeth bubbled up from the ground, and the thick ice covered the road, freezing the entire road.

One by one, the robbers who rushed behind were frozen in place, and the first one was split in two.

Bang!

As the upper half of the robbers' bodies slammed to the ground, they turned into crystal clear ice and scattered to the west.

There was silence, and again, not a drop of blood was shed.

After all this was done, the carriage of the Western Zhou had no enemies.

Gwen took a deep breath, and thin white smoke slowly drifted out of her mouth.

She retracted the silver sword into its sheath, then walked back to the carriage and leaned down to put her hand under it.

Lift it gently,

The carriage then jolted and was steadily put back on the normal pavement.

Then, she re-boarded the carriage, and a cold but firm voice came from inside the carriage:

"You can keep going."

The coachman was awakened by the voice, his eyes were a little stunned, and then he replied profusely:

"Good...... Good. ”

He waved the reins again and drove the horses forward.

Only this time, the reins were significantly less forceful.

However, no one saw it......

With the sound of horses' hooves and wheels, the corpses that had been sealed by ice crystals began to break through the ice.

They slowly converge like maggots wriggling on the ground.

Eventually, they formed a twisted mass and gradually merged together.

A mass of black, twisted flesh stretched out its tentacles, and countless strange and invisible mouthparts writhed and whispered.

The tentacles propped themselves up on the ground and slowly crawled towards the rice paddies on both sides, as if deciding to leave this dead place.

Suddenly, a strong pressure suddenly descended from high in the sky.

[Second Order Magic: Heavy Pressure]

It was as if an invisible boulder had fallen, flattening and stiffening the believer's twisted body in an instant.

The space became weak and blurred, as if it had been compressed together, distorted and trance-like.

Immediately after, a series of leisurely footsteps came slowly from behind the believers.

Da! Da! Da!

The footsteps are unhurried, and it is especially crisp to step on the road on the ice that has not yet melted.

It was a man in a black trench coat, walking slowly from behind.

He walked slowly up to the twisted monster, and looked down at it with a cold gaze, like looking down at a mole:

"When you hear the news that I'm seriously injured, you can't wait to get started?"

Under pressure, the believers could not move.

But the distorted pupils on the surface still burst out with strong unwillingness and anger.

"I know you can't enter the Empire, so I helped you get Gwen."

Victor leaned down, his gaze like an ice blade at the disgusting evil believer.

"You should be grateful to me."

But the believer's response was a chaotic and chaotic mutter:

"Kill...... Kill ...... You ......"

Whew-

A raging fire suddenly rose, enveloping the blackness with scorching heat.

Then a sharp wail came from the fire,

Listening to the sound, Victor felt more and more happy, as if the pressure of the long-standing pressure had been refreshed here.

"No wonder, you willingly want to be killed by the goddess."

"I hardly feel like a villain compared to you."

When he had finished speaking, he stood up and left a cold sentence:

"Die."

Rumble!

As soon as the words fell, an even more violent red rose into the sky.

The fire grew stronger, and the bodies of the believers twisted wildly, like a mass of shriveled rubber.

Almost at the same time, Victor took out a crystal from his pocket and said:

"Cocott, you can bring those 'people' with you."

With that, he put away the magic crystal again.

Still, he turned his head to the believer, who was still struggling in the flames, and smiled:

"It's really tenacious, do you want to inform your companions?"

"You can rest assured."

As soon as he flipped his hand, an incomparably large linen cloth appeared in his palm.

"I will use the goddesses you admire to eradicate you one by one."

"So-"

Then the ordinary sackcloth drifted into flames, covering the flesh of the believers.

Covered its dead and distorted eyes.

The sackcloth enveloped its body, burning along with the flames.

In the darkness, it could only feel its body being licked by the fire little by little, and the pain pierced its heart,

And the ethereal, but demonic whisper, echoed in the darkness:

"Good night."

"Your goddess will only be in my pocket."