80: Perhaps, do you believe in light?

Statham’s strength had already exceeded Holy Maiden Vivian’s imagination.

She didn’t know how he had managed it.

Why had the Mysterious Foundation’s strength increased so much in such a short time?

Could it really be the power bestowed by that Demonic Seed?

In the entire area, only Vivian could force herself to stand and barely meet Statham’s gaze.

Everyone else was pressured by an supreme aura, unable to lift their heads.

“Oh?”

Statham couldn't help but feel a hint of surprise at Vivian’s resistance.

But it didn't matter.

He could sense that merely looking directly at him had nearly exhausted all of Vivian’s strength.

Vivian’s current strength was less than five-tenths of her peak, and she could no longer cause any trouble.

Deeply aware that villains perish from talking too much, Statham rose into the air, facing an entire city alone.

He was as tiny as an ant.

But this speck of dust, this black dot, dared to casually grab at the massive Newt City.

Boom!

Countless sonic booms resounded, and the Level 8 Arcane barrier shattered with a crash.

All the Arcanists involved in maintaining it instantly vomited blood, their sanity plummeted, and they fainted.

The attack succeeded.

Vivian didn't even have time to react.

Vivian’s perpetually calm face finally showed a hint of emotion.

Although it was just a trace, in Statham’s eyes, this clearly signified an infinite affirmation of his strength.

He was typically pua’d by Vivian’s poker face for too long.

“Vivian, obediently place the Mind Controller in my hand, and I will give you a position second only to mine.”

“Otto is dead. In this world, you and I can rule together.”

Such a lavish promise echoed out of thin air across this land.

“Gulp.”

Countless people involuntarily began to frantically swallow their saliva.

Rule the world!

Master of billions of lives!

Such a promise was unprecedented!

There had been none before, and it was even more impossible for there to be any after!

Would Vivian agree?

The citizens of Newt City simultaneously began to despair.

They asked themselves, no one could refuse such conditions. But they also understood that the price of accepting the surrender was that they would completely become captives.

At that point, whether they lived or died would be up to Statham.

Would Lady Vivian agree?

She… surely would, right?

They were indeed just common folk destined to be abandoned…

“I refuse.”

Vivian’s calm but firm voice resounded in everyone’s hearts.

Allied with Statham, becoming a minion of the Demonic Seed, and going against her brother—these were things she could never accept.

A maiden’s resolve did not require grand vows.

“Holy… Holy Maiden?”

“Why? Why would you go to such lengths?”

“You could enjoy everything if you just surrendered, couldn’t you?”

Whether commoners or Arcanists, their minds were shaken, and their emotions were indescribable.

Their original despairing mood was, faintly, gathering into a glimmer of hope in their hearts.

“Hmm.”

Statham had clearly anticipated this; the persuasion was just a formality.

If he failed, he lost nothing, but if he succeeded, it would be an unexpected bonus.

He said indifferently, “Then, I can only send you on your way.”

“Don't worry, whether it’s Eastern Abyss or Meng Yun, I will find them very soon.”

“If heaven makes you feel lonely, I will be very sorry.”

As his words fell, Statham suddenly attacked.

An invisible wave spread out, forcefully grabbing one of Vivian’s arms and tearing it off directly.

There was no mercy whatsoever.

“Indeed, the most beautiful things are only most precious when they are broken.”

Statham commented indifferently, not even realizing that at this moment, his thoughts were exactly like those of the deceased old Otto.

With another casual wave, Vivian’s other arm was also brutally torn off.

The Holy Maiden Vivian with severed arms.

But even after experiencing the pain of losing her arms, the maiden only frowned, not even uttering a single groan.

Her exterior was extremely fragile.

Her interior was incredibly strong.

“Oh? Even like this, you won’t cry out in pain?”

Statham felt a slight displeasure in his heart.

Without the maiden’s cries of pain and groans, what fun was there in merely destroying her like tearing apart a doll?

What he wanted to see was the arrogant maiden crying out and struggling!

Vivian, the high-and-mighty flower, wailing and rolling like a stray dog!

The cold and indifferent girl, kneeling and begging for mercy with snot and tears streaming down her face…

Unfortunately, Vivian disappointed Statham.

He saw nothing.

Statham lost interest.

He was a person who embodied love and benevolence.

He decided to directly grant the maiden a beautiful slumber.

Statham raised his hand.

“Let go of your dirty hands!”

A young boy suddenly appeared, an Arcane fireball gathering in his hand, shooting towards Statham in mid-air.

But it was dissipated by an invisible field a hundred meters away from him.

A divine body.

How could it be defiled by mortals?

Presumptuous!

But the boy’s roar still accurately reached Statham’s ears.

Vivian and Statham were both attracted by the sound.

This is…?

The young boy Tom?

How could he be here?

Seeing that his first attack failed, Tom gathered another fireball; this time, the offensive was clearly even stronger than before!

And under his lead, countless ambitious individuals, those who felt gratitude towards Lady Holy Maiden, all stepped forward.

“You are not allowed to treat our Lady Holy Maiden like that!”

“Statham, you old dog, get lost!”

Amidst such pained shouts, countless Arcane attacks, like moths to a flame, surged towards Statham.

Of course, without exception, they were all blocked by the field.

Unbearable to hear, unbearable to see!

Statham felt his authority had been severely challenged!

He was enraged.

He needed a bloody feast to quell the anger in his heart.

He also believed that even the Holy God would unconditionally support his decision!

“You… deserve to die!”

“Ants… die!!!”

“Die!!!!!!”

Statham raised his hand, and an invisible wave instantly spread out.

“Crack.”

?

The imagined scene of people falling like mown wheat did not occur.

Only because.

The maiden extended a crystal-clear, transparent arm, directly grasping that invisible wave from its source and turning it into ashes.

An arm?

Where did that arm come from?!

And it was transparent, emitting a golden glow?!

How could this be?

Even if it was limb regeneration, how could it be like this?!

How could mortals resist a god’s attack!?

Could it be…

Could it be?!

Statham was both shocked and angry; the situation was beginning to severely deviate from his expectations!

Yes.

Vivian’s right hand was precisely a materialized entity formed by the radiant power of wishes generated in the hearts of the people.

In a sense, with this arm, the maiden could now wield power exceeding that of humans, reaching even that of gods.

But this also meant that the maiden’s very existence was transforming into a more sacred, more inviolable form.

If Meng Yun wanted to use Alchemy to free the maiden from her status as a containment object, he would undoubtedly have to pay an even heavier price.

“Statham.”

“Do you hear the cries of the people?”

“They said, please, Chairman, go to your death.”

The maiden’s golden pupils became even more indifferent, and her clear, ethereal voice added a sacred echo.

The Half-God Holy Maiden, facing the Half-God Chairman, slowly raised her divine arm.

(I can’t do this anymore, Tomato (a Chinese web novel platform) is completely stopping exposure. If this continues, I won’t even dare to buy cup noodles.)