"Stupid! You think that after losing the support of your master, you can overcome me with that little pathetic strength alone? Resisting will only make you suffer more!"

Isolt sneered as she raised her crystal staff that shimmered with a fiery red glow, unleashing a powerful firestorm at the cavalry waiting behind the tyrant.

Rumble!

Accompanied by violent explosions and heat waves!

The hundreds of poor worms who didn't even know what was going on turned into black, charred corpses, and they didn't even have time to scream.

Of course, in a way, they were lucky, at least not like their companions, who were still half breathing, rolling and wailing desperately on the ground, trying to extinguish the magical flames that emitted an astonishing amount of heat.

Only a very small number of guys who are very sensitive to danger, such as Baron Calanster, the tyrant's most loyal dogleg, directly turned over and dismounted at the moment of the formation of the firestorm, blocked the burning of the flames with his mount, and then took the opportunity to run away from it and escaped by luck.

But even so, this spell still shocked and puzzled many onlookers around.

They couldn't understand why the queen had to arrange such a botched assassination plan with the help of such a powerful spellcaster?

Could it be that there is something hidden in it?

But these guys didn't know that the young queen was actually very shocked in her heart at this moment.

After all, Isolt almost never showed his true strength in front of outsiders, and most of the time he solved problems in the position of a staff officer and adviser, relying on his experience and wisdom.

As an old-school spellcaster, he has always believed that magic is a last resort, rather than a young man's unbridled catharsis that forces everyone to fear themselves.

Doing so will not really serve as a deterrent, except for exposing weaknesses.

Magic is supposed to be mysterious!

Only by maintaining a sense of mystery can you win the fear and awe of ordinary people!

If the time comes to use it, then all witnesses must be given the illusion that magic is invincible.

To put it simply, it is to use the advantage of information asymmetry to make psychological hints to those who do not understand magic, forcing their self-protection mechanism to activate, and the first thing that comes to mind when they see magic is to run away, rather than rushing to kill the dangerous caster.

Unfortunately, this little trick was obviously of little use to Kirwin.

I saw that he glanced at the miserable situation of his subordinates with an extremely indifferent gaze, and deliberately pretended to be full of nonchalance and sarcastic: "This is what you are capable of? Raise your foot and step on a group of ants who don't even have the ability to resist? Although I don't know what you want to express, it doesn't scare me just by relying on this." ”

"No, no, no, please don't get me wrong, dear old friend. I killed them because they were too much of a hindrance. I don't want to be distracted by dealing with you for a while. ”

Smelling the scorching smell in the air, it was as if Isolt had done something trivial rather than killing hundreds of living of her kind.

Because any object who stands at a certain height and holds this great power and power in his hands will never take those so-called "life above all else" slogans in his eyes.

In fact, in their eyes, the people at the bottom are just a series of cold numbers, a renewable resource and consumables.

That will never change, no matter what the ages.

"So now, why don't you do it now?" said Kirwin, trying to make the old man lose his mind by verbal provocation.

He knew better than anyone that Isolt was the kind of spellcaster who liked to take risks in a steady way, and if he wasn't sure enough, he wouldn't attack 100 percent, but would instead look at his opponent's reaction first.

Coming back to the front, while it sounds like a loss, means that you can hardly go wrong.

And a spellcaster who can't make mistakes is often the most terrifying.

"No! he doesn't need to do it! you're mine!"

Just as Isolt was about to open her mouth to respond, a female voice suddenly appeared out of thin air, and the originally clear sky suddenly became cloudy, as if it suddenly changed from day to night.

Next Second......

The goddess dressed in black tulle descended from the sky, appearing in the sight of everyone present with endless majesty.

"You...... Who is it?" said Kirwin, narrowing his eyes cautiously and tentatively.

Because of the vastly different image and temperament from mortal times, he did not recognize this dangerous enemy with whom he had such a deep hatred.

"Hmph, why, you just destroyed the church I founded, and forgot it so quickly?"

The Dark Goddess walked gracefully through the crowd, and wherever she passed, many people couldn't help but plop down and kneel, twitching slightly.

"It's you!, how could you be alive?" said Kirwin, his mouth wide in surprise.

"Yes! That's the expression! It's great! I feel an incomparable satisfaction! Blasphemer, today you will pay the price for your deeds, a price more terrible than death. ”

As she spoke, Musa used her supernatural powers to tear and drag the tyrant's soul.

In just a few seconds, Kirwin felt a heart-rending pain, and at the same time, his body seemed to lose control, and he couldn't move no matter how hard he struggled.

"Damn, what did you do to me?" he snarled with a hideous expression.

"Fool! take a good look at her eyes! She's no longer a mortal, but a goddess of darkness in the truest sense of the word. Isolt finally reminded him.

"What? goddess!"

Kirwin subconsciously tilted his head, only to see a pair of eyes that could not be described in words.

Dark!

Endless darkness!

There is not a single shimmer of light!

But from such a pair of eyes, he actually saw the ugliness of his struggle and despair.

Musa undoubtedly keenly captured the psychological defense line that collapsed in an instant, and opened her mouth slightly to read a word that made everyone's heart beat violently.

"Divine punishment!"

Bang!

Kirwin's magically strengthened body was torn apart by an invisible force on the spot, and he couldn't hold it even for a second.

At the same time, his soul kept changing shape under the pressure of terror, but only the expression of extreme pain on his face was completely preserved.

There is no mercy!

There is no forgiveness!

Some are just torture that never stops!

As the name suggests, divine punishment is a special technique used by God to punish mortals who have offended him, a punishment of extreme cruelty.