hotmtlnovel Chapter 804 You dare to judge God?
Chapter 804 You dare to judge God?
Although Lin Feng has a complete power of the abyss in his body, he does not want to rely on it to break through to the level of the Four Shadows.
In fact, there was no other reason. Lin Feng always felt that the authority of the abyss was a bit strange. It seemed to be missing some important part. That vague sense of disharmony made Lin Feng feel that it would be better to be more stable.
After completing this series of changes, Villette stood up, feeling the surging power in his body, his eyes revealing a new confidence and determination.
He knew that he would face even more severe challenges in the future, but at this moment, he was fully prepared.
"It's almost time to witness the final opera. Let me come and watch this grand performance."
Narvillette stared towards the direction of the Obilec Opera House, her eyes deep and distant, with a hint of expectation and emotion in them.
This opera house carries countless stories and legends, and today, it will become the stage for a trial that will shock the world.
Then, he walked outside with steady and powerful steps, each step making a sound, as if he had an innate sense of mission to uncover the truth hidden behind the fog.
At this moment, Fucaros, who was hiding in the Cardinal of Oracles, felt a panic in his heart. The panic was like a small boat in a storm, drifting helplessly on the rough sea.
She tried to identify the source of her panic, but couldn't place her finger on the problem. An inner uneasiness grew like a vine, spreading unchecked within her.
She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself down, telling herself to stay calm, but in the end she could only shake her head helplessly.
Things have come to this point, with only the last step left. No matter what awaits her ahead, she must continue even if the sky falls.
Villette soon arrived at the Opicle Opera House, where a large number of spectators had already gathered before his arrival.
Outside the theater, there was a bustling crowd, and people's faces were filled with excitement and curiosity, as if they were about to witness a miracle that would shock the world.
Villette walked into the opera house, her eyes calmly scanning every corner.
He couldn't help but feel heartbroken about what was about to happen next. He knew very well the huge price paid behind all this. Those innocent lives and broken families had become victims of this game of fate.
But it has come to this point, and it is obviously too late to say these things. The only thing he can do now is to finish the play in front of him and let "justice" be served, even if there is endless pain behind this "justice".
Linny was now standing on the stage, wearing extremely gorgeous clothes. The clothes seemed to be woven from countless stars, sparkling brightly under the lights.
He had a confident smile on his face, a smile as bright as the sun, as if it could dispel all the haze.
Not long after, a low and mysterious mechanical roar was heard, as if it was an ancient call from deep underground.
A huge box slowly rose from under the stage, accompanied by a dull sound, as if awakening a long-dormant secret.
The next moment, the surrounding walls collapsed, raising a cloud of dust. Under the light, the dust filled the stage like golden smoke.
Among them, the figures of Funina, Sora, and Paimon appeared. Their appearance instantly attracted everyone's attention. The entire opera house fell silent, and people held their breath, waiting for the wonderful scene that was about to unfold.
After seeing this, Linney bowed gracefully to the crowd and to Villette. His movements were smooth and graceful, like a fluttering butterfly. Then, in a resounding voice, he said, "Audience, my warm-up performance is over. Now, we can begin the trial of the gods."
His voice was extremely infectious, echoing in the opera house. Every word was clearly heard by the audience, like a huge bell, instantly igniting the atmosphere on the scene.
The audience's emotions were completely aroused, and cheers and applause rose and fell, echoing throughout the opera house.
When Funina saw this scene, her slightly excited emotions instantly cooled down, and she looked at everyone with an expression of disbelief.
She originally thought that everything was under her control, but she never expected things to turn out like this.
After that brief moment of astonishment, she quickly reacted and returned to her usual confident self, as if the surprise had never happened.
She raised her chin slightly, a hint of disdain in her eyes, and said loudly, "I see. Well, I applaud your efforts for 'drama'. However, I am Fukaros, the 'God of Justice', the embodiment of justice. Isn't it a bit absurd for you to want to judge 'justice itself'?"
Her voice was clear and loud, carrying an unquestionable majesty, trying to overwhelm everyone with her momentum and make this so-called trial come to an end.
After hearing what Finina said, Villette stared at her expressionlessly, her eyes devoid of any emotion. "I take this to mean you refuse to stand trial, correct? Then, you will have a chance to defend your honor through a duel."
After he finished speaking, he waved his hand, a simple yet powerful movement. Clorinde silently stepped forward from the side of the stage, sword in hand. Her steps were steady, each one firm and powerful, as if she were carrying an unwavering determination to move forward.
The sword in her hand flashed with a cold light, which was like frost in winter, emitting bursts of chill, as if telling of the upcoming challenge.
When Furninna saw Clorinde, she was obviously nervous and surprised. Her pupils contracted slightly and the muscles on her face tensed unconsciously.
But she quickly adjusted her mood, took a deep breath, tried to calm herself, looked at Clorinde and asked, "Are you sure you want to duel with the gods?" Although she tried to keep her voice steady, it still trembled slightly, revealing her inner uneasiness.
After hearing what Finina said, Clorinde did not answer. She just took a deep breath, slowly raised the sword in her hand, and pointed the tip of the sword at Finina standing opposite her.
Her eyes were extremely firm, without any intention of retreating, as if the Finina in front of her was not a high and mighty god, but an opponent that must be defeated.
Her eyes burned with a firm belief, a persistent pursuit of justice.