78: Oh my god, the warden is out!

“Vivian, where is your priest, Eastern Abyss?”

Statham sat in the steam-powered armored vehicle, his face expressionless, gazing at Vivian who stood atop the city wall.

Newt City, the city Meng Yun first arrived in, had now become the front line of the battlefield.

If the Saintess Church could not hold, then a bloody massacre awaited the hundreds of thousands of civilians.

This was Statham’s blood sacrifice to the great Holy God.

Because of Otto’s death, the great Holy God, despite suffering damage, bestowed upon him power beyond the norm.

And Statham, wielding such power, now faced even the peak-level Arcane Envoy, Vivian, without the slightest fear.

Statham had not expected that a mere containment object under his command could bring him such immense deterrence.

Even the arrogant Otto had died tragically at the hands of the Saintess Church’s priest, Eastern Abyss.

Eastern Abyss…

Eastern Abyss!

Now, almost no one remembered Meng Yun. Perhaps that person was truly a fleeting illusion.

Eastern Abyss was his, Statham’s, greatest concern!

Vivian looked at Statham, the man who had brought her countless nightmares and pain, her face expressionless.

“Statham, defeating you doesn’t require his intervention.”

Her clear, emotionless voice resounded in the hearts of everyone present.

Since Meng Yun intentionally concealed his identity, she would naturally cooperate with her brother and play this act well.

“Heh heh, I look forward to it.” Statham sneered.

He was very much looking forward to what kind of panicked expression Vivian would show when she witnessed his true strength.

Neither side spoke further, yet with a tacit understanding, they suddenly raised their hands forward.

“Attack!”

“Fight!”

Countless Arcanes crisscrossed, erupting violently.

From the ground to the clouds, terrifying air currents, overwhelming in scale, spread wildly.

An eight-level defensive array unfolded above Newt City, maintained jointly by dozens of Arcane Masters and hundreds of Arcanists, barely managing to withstand such terrifying fluctuations.

Otherwise, perhaps in just one encounter, the entire city would be instantly destroyed!

Amidst the overwhelming bombardment, Vivian and Statham met each other’s gaze.

“Make your move, Vivian.”

“Let me see how much you’ve grown.”

Statham’s tone was relaxed. With a casual wave of his hand, three S-class combat sequence personnel rose into the air.

One held a shield, one a hammer, and one drew a longbow to a full moon.

What they held were none other than the Foundation’s top-tier S-class containment objects!

Thunder roared, lightning flashed, and three offensives swept madly towards Vivian.

“Sigh of Wind!”

Vivian spread her palm, and a faint sigh, seemingly present yet absent, resonated between heaven and earth.

This sigh seemed to be far away, yet it also seemed to truly sound in everyone’s ears.

But clearly, there were no fluctuations in the surroundings.

The next instant, a sudden change occurred.

It seemed as if all the wind elements in the entire world had been drawn away by Vivian, with the greatest impact being on the enemy wind element Arcanists.

They could no longer mobilize any Arcane.

In that instant, these Arcanists, with eyes wide in fury, were mercilessly slaughtered by the Saintess Church.

But this was only the beginning of Vivian’s offensive.

Wind elements converged frantically, forming a Wall of Sighs in front of her.

Innumerable tiny storms surged wildly, vowing to completely crush any invading enemy.

It was as if with this wall in place, no one could cross to the other side.

Not even an Arcane Envoy!

The offensives of the three S-class individuals collided with the Sigh of Wind, and after a frantic clash, they were completely obliterated into nothingness.

Although the portion of the wall that bore the attack was weakened, one must not forget that wind is the most fluid element.

In just the blink of an eye, all damage was shared, and the wall’s surface became smooth again.

“Hiss——”

“So strong?!”

“This is going to be difficult!”

The three S-class individuals exchanged glances, all seeing shock and despair in each other’s eyes.

They were all S-class, and furthermore, the three of them had the enhancement of top-tier containment objects, so why was this Vivian so incredibly powerful?!

Could this be the power of a humanoid containment object?

Statham’s gaze narrowed. Even he could now see the troublesome nature of this wall.

As expected of his strongest trump card from back then, even after breaking free from his control, she did not disappoint the title of Calamity Witch!

Vivian’s gaze passed through the translucent wall, her golden pupils utterly indifferent.

With the gem on her chest emitting golden light, and operating at full power, she now resembled less a young girl and more a deity devoid of emotion, viewing all things as mere trifles.

Vivian was not aware of this transformation.

But in fact, the moment she decided to act as a saintess and accept the prayers of her believers, her very existence ceased to be simple.

What kind of being can enjoy the worship of the world?

Saints, spirits, deities…

Whether Vivian acknowledged it or not, the young girl was now representing the world.

Representing the will of the world, actively challenging the darkness.

“Go.”

As the young girl’s words fell, the entire Wall of Sighs slowly pushed forward towards Statham’s army, with a momentum that crushed everything in its path.

“Interesting…”

Upon seeing this, Statham showed no fear whatsoever, a hint of subtle interest appearing in his eyes.

Yes, the three S-class individuals just now were merely a small test for his probing.

What was about to appear next was his main course for today.

One should know that in Statham’s inventory, Vivian was not the only S-class humanoid containment object.

“Warden, I trouble you.”

As Statham’s words fell, footsteps faintly resonated between heaven and earth.

Heavy, steady, slow.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

The rhythmic footsteps imprinted themselves in everyone’s hearts.

This sound inexplicably made every Saintess Church believer feel a sense of sin.

As if only by binding their hands and accepting judgment could all sins be redeemed.

There was no other way.

Wavering, retreating, and despair began to grow.

If this situation could not be contained quickly, the utter defeat of the Saintess Church would be a matter of mere moments.

Statham would win without shedding a drop of blood.

“Petty tricks.”

Vivian, using her mental perception, comforted her allies with a voice that resonated in their hearts, instantly dispelling this emotional influence into nothingness.

The powerful ones now, before even appearing, were already playing with the psychology of the weak. Who knows who started it.

Trash!

The Saintess Church members returned to normal, all feeling lingering fear and looking towards the opposite horizon.

There, a tall, imposing man, wearing a wide-brimmed hat, a blue-black uniform, and black leather boots, stepped out from the clouds.

Behind him was the projection of the Judgment Prison, towering hundreds of meters high!

Yes, due to the containment object’s rules, the Warden could not leave the prison a single step in his life.

But Statham found an S-class containment object named “Illusionary Realm Projection,” which transformed the entire world into the Warden’s prison.

All living beings within the prison were criminals that the Warden could judge at will.

And now, he raised his head, squinting, preparing to issue judgment upon all hostile targets.

Death penalty.

Immediate execution.