The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1681 473: The Distance Between Faith and Legend (Part 4)

"Venerated Holy Spirits, please bring down sanctions on these blasphemous ones."

It was the "spell" taught to her by her God.

As long as you pray devoutly, His servants will naturally receive the "task" and execute it without hesitation.

Conis frowned, seeing this little girl ignoring him, his smile grew more sinister.

He swore he would show this muddle-headed person the might of the soldiers!

However, the moment he stepped forward, the air around him suddenly turned cold, as if frozen by an unseen chill.

In the shadows beneath the forest, something seemed to be stirring, as pairs of green soul fires lit up out of nowhere, like ghost fires that exist only in Hell.

A chilling fear shot up his spine to his crown, and before he could react, he heard the sound of heavy objects falling behind him.

"Thump—"

He turned abruptly, only to see his four companions toppled from their horses!

They didn't even have time to let out a scream, their faces frozen in their previous fierce expressions.

Lines of blood appeared on their throats, followed by an increasingly turbulent flow of blood, spilling over the ground within a few breaths.

"Whinny—!"

Five terrified warhorses neighed, fleeing into the depths of the forest, leaving Conis alone in a silent stillness.

Hog, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword, swallowed hard, his eyes wide as he stared at the four corpses, not even seeing what kind of undead had acted.

"Don't kill me!!"

The instinct to survive overpowered everything else, Conis dropped his weapon with a "clang," his legs gave way, and he knelt on the ground.

He begged for mercy, blubbering.

He knew all too well the weight of his fat, and that his boasting armor could only bully unarmed civilians.

However, the Holy Maiden in the carriage said nothing, didn't even raise an eyelid, as if what lay there was nothing more than a trivial fly.

Now she was no longer the weak girl she once was, and nobody here was worthy of her displaying weakness.

A monk cloaked in gray descended from the carriage; his steps were light, devoid of any sound, like a weightless ghost.

He reached out a hand like a dry branch, stretching it toward the soldier's back, and gently placed it on his shoulder.

Conis shivered all over, yet found he couldn't move an inch, only hearing a hoarse and deep voice whispering in his ear.

"Sleep."

The Demon King may not care about mortal offenses, but the servants of the Demon King would not dismiss them.

No one can offend the Demon King's pawns.

The voice seemed to carry a certain magic power, gently blowing away that ordinary soul.

Light rapidly dissipated from Conis's pupils until it completely extinguished.

His body remained kneeling there, looking no different from before, but in reality, it had transformed into a corpse ghost subject to manipulation.

Watching this bizarre and terrifying scene before him, Thomas swallowed hard, while Hog pretended not to notice.

Although he had long felt that the Holy Maiden was unusual and Mr. Colin even stranger, now...

They seemed to care even less about hiding it.

…

It's not just the Holy Maiden who has become undisguised, but also the Judicial Court rampant across the Twilight Province land.

Though Sparrow Wood Territory's villagers lost their painstakingly grown grain, Twilight City's citizens received the "generous" relief from the Judicial Court.

Steaming oatmeal stands were set up across the city, replacing the recent oatmeal charity positions from the Campbell Army.

To those citizens who had been hungry for too long, having food was a heavenly blessing. Where the food came from, they did not care.

Nor did they have the right to care.

When Grand Referee Ximenes learned from his subordinate that many citizens in the city credited the "Angel Descent" to some unknown "Divine Son," and directed their gratitude toward the already vanished "Holy Maiden Carian," he did not react with furious anger as many expected.

On the contrary, he adopted never-before-seen conciliatory measures, sending theologians with the Judicial Court to every oatmeal distribution point.

They, speaking with the Holy City's precise standard accent, distributed food to the hungry while explaining the truth of "Angel Descent" in the simplest language over and over again—

It was not some unknown "Divine Son" performing a miracle, but rather His Holiness the Pope in the distant Holy City, who with compassion, had summoned the "Power Angel" serving Saint Sis on their behalf.

With parched mouths, the priests spoke, while the citizens nodded repeatedly, faces mostly filled with worshipful "I see" expressions.

They seemed truly convinced, but also seemed unconvinced.

After all, everyone has preconceived impressions, and no matter how many times these priests preached, they couldn't change the fact that the people in this city all remembered—

When Twilight City's citizens needed help the most, standing beside them wasn't the Church or the King, but Holy Maiden Carian's Salvation Army.

The cunning citizens certainly dared not contradict these Judicial Court members, but they could secretly harbor gratitude for the Holy Maiden and Divine Son.

The New Testament has already become an invisible, invincible ghost.

Twilight City Cathedral, requisitioned by the Judicial Court as a temporary headquarters.

Under its towering dome, Ximenes quietly listened to the optimistic report from his subordinate about correcting rumors within the city.