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“We finally meet, esteemed Lord of the Undead…”
“It is a great honor to be your ally.”
Perhaps to avoid making Shelley feel embarrassed, the Dark Maiden, who had always appeared naked before the world… was at this time actually wearing a silver long robe with very drow elf characteristics.
Although Shelley could see her beautiful body through the clothes transformed by the moonlight… but it was a pity. This was not the act of a gentleman…
Shelley could only regretfully withdraw his gaze. He nodded at the Dark Maiden, and then he walked out of the city with her.
“Don’t call me Lord of the Undead. I haven’t ascended to godhood yet. You can just call me Shelley.”
Eilistraee smiled noncommittally, her eyes full of amusement. She looked at the two divine bodies that were now slowly dissipating on the ground.
Although Shelley could not read minds, he could see the two words “hehe” from her smile.
If he were to be more specific, Shelley could complete her inner drama…
“What the hell are you talking about?”
Smiling and shrugging, Shelley pointed a finger, and the divine bodies on the ground dissipated faster. They soon turned into a stream of light and converged into Shelley’s body.
If a god’s body was not destroyed as quickly as Shelley’s, it might remain for tens of thousands of years before it slowly rotted. Just like the powerful god of portals who had once been killed by the Lady of Pain, his body was still slowly floating in the Astral Plane at this time, waiting for a fated person to discover it.
Eilistraee and he walked side by side to the city gate, turned to look at the devastated Deephearth, and said with some unbearableness, “Although I have no objection to your plan, but…”
“Won’t you be absolutely heartbroken?”
Although Eilistraee also thought that these nobles were all people who deserved to die, there must be innocent people. Just like among the evil drow elves, there would also be drow elves who longed for good.
Shelley tilted his head to look at Eilistraee’s now-unbearable face, and then he turned his head to look at the now-faintly-blood-light-shrouded Deephearth.
Shaking his head, he said calmly, “Lady Eilistraee, I understand that you are a kind god, and your love for the drow elves moves me.”
A kind god was the easiest to be bound by morality, and also the one who most liked to morally kidnap others.
“But you have to understand one thing…”
“You are a god and can choose to save them… but I am not.”
“I am a paladin, a paladin of the crown who protects the king in my heart.”
His voice was extremely calm, without any hysteria, nor was he arguing. He was just flatly explaining the difference between himself and her.
“You know that the common people of Deephearth have all been secretly transferred out by us, and the nobles who were not transferred out, who were left behind to deceive Loviatar and the others’ sight…”
“Are all heinous villains. Slave trade, robbery, kidnapping… every one of them has a heavy blood debt on them.”
“And these people…”
“According to the standards of a paladin, they should all be eliminated.”
Eilistraee’s brow furrowed slightly. She wanted to refute, but in the end, she held it in. She just said softly, “But they have existed in Deephearth for a long time, and one after another, paladins have come here, and they have all tacitly agreed to this situation.”
“And there must be people among them who are worthy of being saved…”
Shelley turned his head and looked at this woman, Eilistraee, who was almost taller than him, and looked her in the eye.
Just as Eilistraee was about to turn her head away because of the calmness in Shelley’s azure eyes, Shelley finally said softly, “That’s because they have no power.”
“Every paladin will not turn a blind eye to this tragic situation, but the powerlessness of reality will make them learn to endure.”
“It’s not that there are no paladins who have resisted this situation, it’s just that few of them have grown to the point where they have enough power to resist.”
“I know that a paladin cannot tolerate evil, and I also know that evil is a part of the world.”
“I also believe that they are not all bad people.”
The air between the two of them did not become chilling. It had always been very flat, and it even made Eilistraee feel a little comfortable.
Eilistraee had originally thought that Shelley would angrily rebuke her, but she had not expected that he would be so calm in saying these things.
“So…”
She was a little unsure of Shelley’s meaning and looked at him with some suspicion.
And at this time, a team of common people was slowly walking toward the city gate under the leadership of two churches.
Shelley’s position at this time was just with his back to the moon. The soft moonlight scattered on his silver hair. He smiled and said softly, “But…”
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Although Shelley was smiling, at this time, Eilistraee felt that he was much more dangerous than when he was calm just now.
“The power they don’t have, I have.”
“The things they can’t do, then let me do them.”
The divine power on his body suddenly erupted. The golden power gathered in the sky of Deephearth, and finally, it gathered into a golden holy sword.
“All the survivors here…”
Shelley’s cold voice echoed in the sky of Deephearth, shocking every survivor in it.
“What sound?”
“Save me…”
“A god? Is it a god?”
“…”
Some of them were buried under the ruins. At this time, after hearing it, they were like a drowning person who had seen a life-saving straw. But before they could be happy, they heard that voice continue, “Accept my judgment.”
Judgment? What judgment? Who dares to judge us?
Someone wanted to curse, but found that they couldn’t speak.
“Those who rape women, die.”
The voice fell, and a deep red blood light lit up in many places in the city. The golden holy sword dropped many golden lights, and then it quickly rushed toward those blood lights.
“Ah.”
“No! Ahh.”
“…”
After a few tragic cries from these red lights, there was no more movement, and the golden lights also quickly returned to the holy sword.
“Those who slaughter the innocent, die.”
“Those who deliberately kill, die.”
“…”
“Those who believe in evil gods, die.”
Every time Shelley finished speaking, a few places would light up with blood, and then they would be quickly eliminated.
By the time Shelley was silent, there were almost no living people left in Deephearth… The ones who were executed were not just the original nobles of Deephearth… even a few people in the Scarlet Mummers’ circus had died a tragic death, but at this time, they did not dare to show their heads.
At this moment, everyone understood that the being who had caused all of this… was absolutely ruthless…
Just then, that cold and flat voice continued, “Those who save others, live.”
“Those who do not yield to tyranny, live.”
“…”
“Those who uphold justice, live.”
Every time Shelley said a sentence, a golden light would also fall, but few people would get it…
Finally, the holy sword in the sky fell, turned back into Pale Justice, and returned to the scabbard at Shelley’s waist.
Looking at the now-shocked Eilistraee, Shelley smiled gently, “I am a disciple of a legendary paladin.”
“Perhaps I am a not-so-qualified paladin, and I can’t sincerely agree with their somewhat naive ideas, but…”
“I don’t want to bring shame to my mentor.”
“This is… my answer.”
