dtnovels Chapter 321: Judgment from the Void Throne!
Chapter 321: Judgment from the Void Throne!
Shamrock had just taken a step.
The massive bronze door of the main hall, which had been closed not long ago, opened.
There was no roar.
There was no sound.
It's not about being domineering.
Domineering aura is alive; it has form and warmth.
But this thing is "nothing".
It is pure nothingness.
One glance, and your soul will be sucked away, your consciousness will fall into a bottomless abyss.
Shamrock, standing at the back of the line, froze.
The stepping posture froze in mid-air.
A figure floated in.
It's a woman.
She wore an old-fashioned robe with dark, star-like patterns flowing across the fabric.
On his face was a mask.
Pale white, without facial features.
Only on the forehead is a single, upright eye totem drawn.
That eye was watching coldly.
The moment they saw this woman, the color drained from the faces of Saint Garin on the throne, along with all the members of the Knights of God.
"Splash—"
A flurry of crisp sounds.
That was the sound of a knee slamming into the floor.
That was the sound of a noble head hitting white marble.
No one hesitated.
No one hesitated.
Nobody dares to care about any chivalry.
The nine members of the Order of the Gods, including Shamrock who had just been shouting "trim the weeds," were now all kneeling on the ground like terrified chickens, their tails between their legs.
Their foreheads were pressed tightly against the cold ground, their hands gripping the cracks in the floor tiles, and they were almost unable to breathe.
They were terrified that a single breath would bring about utter destruction.
Because of the eye they recognized.
The eyes of the world's true "god".
The master of the Void Throne, and the agent of Lord Im.
The woman ignored everyone.
In her eyes, these legendary knights of the sea were no different from the stones on the roadside.
She walked toward the throne.
His steps were very light; his robe brushed the ground without stirring up a gust of wind.
She walked past Shamrock.
Shamrock's heart stopped.
She walked across the pool of CP0 blood.
Finally, she stopped at the foot of the throne steps.
Garin Saint no longer had any of the arrogance of a "gardener".
He trembled all over, and cold sweat instantly soaked through the back of his magnificent robes.
He gripped the armrests of the throne with both hands, his nails almost breaking off, but he didn't even dare to look at the tips of the woman's shoes.
fear.
The fear that welled up from his very bones, from his very blood, from his very soul overwhelmed him.
The woman spoke.
The sound wasn't loud, but it seemed to explode in everyone's head.
There is no emotion.
There is no temperature.
"Relay that lord's orders."
In short, the air in the main hall grew even colder.
Galin Saint's Adam's apple bobbed wildly. He tried to control his body and preserve the last shred of dignity of the Figarand family, but it was no use.
"The Knights of God are to withdraw immediately."
The woman's voice sounded like a machine.
"The Red-Haired Pirates are not to be touched for the time being."
The message is very short.
But it was a divine decree.
No doubts allowed, no arguments allowed.
This order was like a slap in the face, landing hard on Garin Saint's cheek.
Just minutes ago, he had ordered the execution of the redhead.
He had just published his "gardener theory".
Now, his true master tells him: Stop.
humiliation.
The humiliation of being publicly rejected instantly ignited the madness within Garin Sei.
That was the rebellious son he hated the most!
He is a sinner who has disgraced the family!
That bastard threw the corpse in his face!
If we don't kill him, where will Garin Saint's face be? Where will the Knights of God's face be?
Anger overwhelmed fear.
Garin suddenly looked up.
His old eyes were bloodshot, filled with a frantic, resentful rage.
"Why?!"
He roared, his voice hoarse and distorted.
"That rebellious son has dishonored God! He threw his filthy corpse into the Holy Land! He must die! He must..."
"Shut up."
The woman didn't raise her voice.
She simply tilted her head slightly.
The gaze behind the mask was like that of someone looking at a cockroach that had no sense of its own mortality.
That look wasn't contempt.
It is ignoring it.
"Saint Garin, that lord knows what you're thinking."
The woman walked up the steps.
step.
Two steps.
She walked to Garin Saint's side, to the spot where only his confidants could stand.
She bent down.
The movements were very elegant.
She leaned close to Garin's ear and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear:
"That sir said..."
"The Knights of God are the swords of God."
"I am not your tool for personal revenge, Garin."
These words were like a knife, brutally exposing the pitiful selfishness in his heart.
Garin's pupils shrank to pinpoints.
He hadn't reacted yet.
call--
A ball of white flame.
It started burning on Garin's shoulder.
Flames have no temperature.
His silk robe was completely free of scorch marks.
But the white flames instantly spread all over his body.
"ah--!!!"
A scream pierced the deathly silence of the hall.
That wasn't the pain of being burned in the body.
That was the excruciating pain of having one's soul torn apart and then crushed on a millstone.
Garin Saint rolled off the throne.
boom! boom! boom!
His body slammed against the steps, like a dead dog, rolling and convulsing in agony on the ground.
He is a top-tier expert.
He was once the king of God Valley.
But at this moment, he dared not use even a trace of domineering power to resist.
Because this is "divine punishment".
Punishment from the Void Throne.
Rebellion would mean the disappearance of the Figaland family from this world.
Then, a terrifying scene unfolded in the main hall.
The supreme commander who wanted to prune the world was curled up on the ground, clutching his throat with both hands, letting out the dying howl of a beast.
White flames burned quietly on his body.
There is no smoke.
There was no burnt smell.
Only the agonizing screams that pierced the soul echoed through the hall, crashing against everyone's eardrums.
Down the steps.
Shamlock knelt, his body stiff as a stone.
He looked down and watched the white flame dance on his father's body.
In his pupils, he saw his father's distorted face.
This is the truth about power.
This is what is called a "gardener".
Before the true master, the gardener with scissors is nothing more than a servant who can be replaced or punished at any time.
The other members of the Knights of God didn't dare utter a single word.
Cold sweat dripped down his nose and pooled on the ground.
No one dared to look up.
No one dared to plead for them.
No one dared to breathe loudly.
They could only hear the Supreme Commander's screams and feel the absolute terror emanating from the throne.
Time was stretched out infinitely long.
Every second was torture.
at last.
The white flame went out.
Garin Sheng lay on the ground, his body still convulsing.
He didn't die.
There wasn't even a scratch.
But his eyes were empty, as if he had just died hundreds of times, and he was completely exhausted, as if he had been pulled out of the water.
The feeling of my soul being burned is still there.
The woman watched indifferently.
Like looking at a pile of burnt ashes.
"This is just a small punishment."
Her voice remained calm.
"That master's chess game has no need for disobedient pieces."
"If you do it again..."
The woman paused.
In that instant, the air in the hall froze.
"You know the consequences yourself."
Done.
The woman ignored Garin Sheng on the ground and the people kneeling on the ground.
She turned around.
They walked towards the main gate.
Her figure began to fade and become faint.
Like a drop of water merging into the ocean.
Like a wisp of smoke dissipating in the wind.
When she reached the door, the person had completely disappeared.
It seems like I've never been here before.