The Wise King seized Noel’s hand, and Noel imdiately felt a powerful and domineering force assault her, breaking her hand instantly.
The pain struck, yet the lightning continued to burst forth.
The two flew backward swiftly, lightning continuously stimulating Noel’s previously fractured arm, providing another form of treatnt: "You dog! The Wise King has such brute force, doesn’t this contradict the na of the Wise King? Is this barbarity called wisdom?"
"Civilization is built upon barbarism, order is built upon strength, possessing brute strength is precisely the premise of becoming civilized, the civilization of the weak is laughable."
The Wise King didn’t look good, her hair was all frizzed up, and there were charred spots all over her body. Clearly, the Thunder Emperor’s attack just now was not easy for her. Yet she still appeared very composed: "Thunder Emperor, if you continue to fight with , you will die~"
Noel’s expression changed drastically, she suddenly felt the power of the curse erupting within her.
"You bastard! Weren’t you against the power of the Curse Masters? Yet you use a curse yourself!"
"I am now a maid serving the Demon King, so why wouldn’t I use a bit of curse power?"
Noel’s expression turned sowhat ferocious: "You clearly have been practicing this curse for many years... Oh, Wise King, Your Majesty, you really have hidden yourself well! I thought you planned to be killed by , revealing such a trump card in this battle, is it really wise? Maybe I’ll really kill you when I go back."
"A politician will never show all his cards, when I show a card, you should be wary of my remaining cards, rather than thinking you’ve grasped all of , don’t you think?"
"I’ve really learned sothing."
The lightning gathered around her once more, yet this ti it was different—pure white lightning and jet-black lightning swirled and mingled on either side of him, then moved towards each other, a gigantic repulsion seemingly existed between them, making it very difficult for Noel to make the two lightnings collide.
"This is..."
"The magic of Mohe, serving her every day, she would eventually reveal sothing, right?"
"Useless, Thunder Emperor, even if it’s the Demon King’s magic, when you use it, it is rely like this. Without a qualitative leap, it’s aningless. With ninety-nine strength, you can only exert ninety-nine strength, no matter how complex the form appears, haven’t you understood the essence of Doro and Mohe yet?"
The black and white lightning were quite close, but there seed to be an uncrossable chasm between them, forever insurmountable: "You yourself are not even at that level of a life form and dare to say you understand their essence, you’re a bit too arrogant, Wise King, although I always knew you were such a guy, you’re too humorous, too funny."
The Wise King moved.
It was her first proactive strike since Noel attacked her.
Noel retreated quickly: "Acting so nonchalant! You’re still very afraid! Such moves!"
Lightning still approached.
...
"Nephilim, are you planning to kill ? What does that an to you?"
Charlette looked at the woman before her: "At this point, soone like , even if you kill , what use is it? And you can’t actually kill ."
"I’m not here to kill you, I’m here to vent my anger. Charlette. Not being able to be killed is truly a wonderful thing, the past you was wrapped in divine power, and no curse could invade you, it’s a very troubleso thing, you’ve never experienced the pain of a curse."
"I don’t think anyone needs to seek suffering, everyone should live under happiness and joy."
Hidden Nephilim applauded: "Bravo! Well said, Lady Saint! Then why can’t Curse Masters live happily and joyfully?"
"It’s just a matter of ti, soday..."
"No!"
Hidden Nephilim imdiately denied: "I’ve also been thinking about many things recently, I think you should have also thought a lot— You reject the Curse Masters, but have you ever thought about how the Curse Masters learn and practice curses?"
Without waiting for Charlette to respond, she went on: "We draw the power of curses, we endure the pain brought by curses, maintaining our clarity and sanity in the day after day of curses, so that our bodies, our souls, can endure more curses, and only then are finally favored by the curse—thus becoming a qualified Curse Master. Such as us, how could those of you bathing in the glory of God imagine?!"
Her gaze turned sowhat terrifying: "Recently I figured it out! The Demon King is the source of curses in this world! If she is willing, can’t she curse this world? Let everyone be invaded by curses? If so, everyone would experience the horror of curses, the pain of being turned into stone, the terror and despair of having your organs devoured by worms... At that ti, people would certainly empathize with curses!"
"Nice idea, if Mohe listens to you, where do you have the confidence to persuade the source of curses? Or could you have him speak for you?"
Charlette appeared very calm, completely unlike soone who has lost all her powers: "Moreover, when the Demon King created this power of curse, was it done like that? I recall the description in the ’Holy Record’, where the Demon King, to punish her subordinate, cast a curse on her subordinate, yet that subordinate thereby comprehended the power of curses, pioneering the path of Curse Masters... do you think that’s what happened in history? The way you Curse Masters study and learn about curses seems quite similar—isn’t the initial path you took in researching and studying curses the wrong one? If Mohe, as a life form on the sa level as the Goddess, intended to bestow power upon people, it should be like the deities granting power to humans, not so pain-ridden."
She looked at Hidden Nephilim with a half-smile: "Unless, from the start, she never intended to bestow this power upon you, and from the start, it was you Curse Masters who were stealing this power. Therefore, the pain you experienced is the price to pay for stealing this power."
"At the beginning of this war, Mohe promised to modify the power of the curse source, allowing us to beco Wizards rather than Curse Masters, regardless of the war’s outco, so it shall be."
"See, isn’t that proof of her granting power? I should congratulate you, you have finally received a true blessing from the gods. Shall you establish a Wizard Sect? Or call it the Black Church, just in opposition to the White Church. A sect worshipping the Demon King—this should be your relationship with Mohe after becoming Wizards."
Charlette seed a bit different from before.
In relinquishing all power, she clearly exuded no fluctuations of power, anyone could feel her frailty, yet her gaze was so bright and piercing.
"From what you say, you’re quite contradictory, Nephilim, you want the Wizards to stand openly in the sunlight, yet you want everyone to taste the pain of the Curse Masters, what do you genuinely wish to accomplish? And what qualification do you have to obtain anything? I relinquished all my powers, only then did I finally realize I truly owned nothing."
She simply looked at Hidden Nephilim: "If you think tornting can bring you joy, then you can go ahead, I now have no ability to resist you—However, before that, you should still think about what you truly possess. After all, stolen things... there is a chance they may be reclaid by their owner. By then, not only will you gain nothing, you’ll also pay a huge price."
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