"All done and dusted."
Dorothy, holding an unconscious Angel Witch in one hand, returned to the cathedral and casually tossed the couple—scumbags both—to the ground, then wiped away the sweat that wasn’t actually there.
Well, the battle just now was surprisingly easy. After all, the Ti Stop is a truly oppressive divine skill; unless the opponent has a talent for ti or possesses abilities related to ti, or their magic power is so imnse that they can forcibly counteract the effect, they nearly lose all power to resist under this spell.
While this despicable couple was quite strong among the Great Witches, it’s a pity that they were complete novices in the field of ti. Furthermore, as rely Great Witches, they didn’t have the vast magic power required to forcibly twist reality. Hence, they were instantly handed a defeat.
The mont Dorothy’s forbidden curse took effect, they were like mosquitoes trapped in amber, completely losing their ability to resist. The hobody witch strolled leisurely within the Ti Stop Domain, approached them, and delivered a punch to the back of each of their heads.
And after all that, when she snapped her fingers to return ti back to normal, the two collapsed into unconsciousness, clean and neat.
After all, not everyone can ignore the fist of a Martial God.
"Tsk, choosing that spell slot was really the right decision."
Dorothy thought to herself, quite pleased.
After several days of research, she had gained a new understanding of the laws of ti. While she hadn’t reached the point of casting forbidden curses instantaneously, her control over this particular curse had greatly improved. Unlike before, her Ti Stop Domain didn’t just blanket a large area, wasting spiritual power and magic power for no reason.
Now, she could precisely control the range of the Ti Stop Domain, significantly reducing the strain of casting forbidden curses on her still-weak self. At least she didn’t have to deal with the aftermath of a temporary high from casting a forbidden curse, followed by a period of weakness.
"What do you know? I’ve beco quite strong without even realizing it, hmm hmm. Not to look down upon everyone present, but any opponent who can’t resist Ti Stop is just trash."
The hobody witch pompously thought to herself.
Upon her arrival, everyone in the cathedral turned their eyes towards her, and the gaze of the Angel Witches was especially focused on the witch couple she had brought back.
In particular, the Vice-President of the Skywalker faction, standing beside the Conscience Devil’s Mirror, saw her two mothers in such a state and subconsciously wanted to step forward, but Dorothy stopped her with an outstretched hand.
The hobody witch didn’t waste words and simply touched the forehead of the Vice-President, who probably still didn’t know what a ss her mothers were in, and then transferred the recent mories directly to her.
You see, Dorothy had been using the Mind Reading Technique the whole ti. Therefore, what Ivette received wasn’t just the visual footage; she also heard the inner thoughts of her mothers at that ti.
...Once deflowered, second-hand goods are worthless...
After sowhat processing the mories transferred by Lord Clown, the Vice-President’s body swayed, and then she looked incredulously at her now-unconscious mothers.
Although Ivette had always known that her mothers probably didn’t have deep feelings for her, she could never have imagined that the reality was even more cruel than she had thought. They hadn’t considered her a daughter at all, treating her simply as an item to be sold at the right price.
For a mont, struggling to accept this reality, her spirit suffered a major blow, and she nearly had a ntal breakdown. Thankfully, Dorothy was prepared and raised her hand to cast a chanized mind spell her way, helping her forcibly calm down and stabilize her spirit.
Suddenly, the previously shaken Vice-President beca devoid of emotion, retaining only absolute rationality. Her eyes cold, she glanced at her "mothers" and dragged them over to the Conscience Devil’s Mirror, then raised her hand and applied two Electric Shock Techniques to forcibly awaken them.
"Ah..."
"Ow..."
The two people in a coma twitched from the electric shock and sat up straight. Consequently, their images were reflected in the Conscience Devil’s Mirror.
As expected, the result was the sa as Ivette before, an Angelic Phantom appeared behind both of them, and they were the string puppets in the hands of that massive Angelic Phantom.
However, Dorothy wasn’t surprised by this outco at all; she simply nodded, understanding she hadn’t apprehended the wrong people.
But the other Angel Witches in the church were becoming chaotic. Many widened their eyes, unable to believe the findings, especially those who belonged to the Holy Child Sect.
Just monts ago, many of them had been identified as having issues, and they were innocent. After all, so truly had no knowledge of the circumstances. They initially planned to wait for their Faction’s leader to co and clear their nas, but now the two leaders were in no position to protect themselves.
No, it might even be said that the issues these people had were most likely caused by these two leaders.
Not everyone present was a fool, and many quickly realized this, causing their expressions to darken.
However, Dorothy was too lazy to care about the reactions of these Angel Witches. She simply took the results of the Conscience Devil’s Mirror’s investigation from the hands of Skywalker and looked them over.
The results were more or less what she had expected. Almost all mbers of the Holy Child Sect had been targeted, and who knew how many were innocent and how many were complicit. Besides the Holy Child Sect, a small number of mbers from the Divine Blood Sect and the Original Doctrine Sect had also experienced erosion.
Tsk, if she hadn’t brought people to investigate today, it might not have been long before all these Angel Witches beca spies.
"Tsk, the results are pretty clear. Take all those with issues into custody, and all those without issues are to be put under ho quarantine and monitored regularly. Let’s proceed according to protocol," she declared, raising her head.
"Yes," the Judges below responded, sowhat pleased with the command.
With this, their mission for the day could be considered concluded. And given the magnitude of this case, the rewards in Points they would receive after reporting back would certainly not be few—after all, this was a significant achievent.
They were exhilarated. The mission hadn’t been too taxing; it had mostly been a re formality. To beco rich so easily was incredibly profitable—how they wished for more of such lucrative missions.
With this thought, the Judges looked at the figure in the Clown mask with more fondness in their eyes.
Although this new Lord Clown seed sowhat nasty, a scoundrel among scoundrels, in consideration of the benefits she had provided upon her arrival, they were quite willing to acknowledge her leadership.
Of course, if the big boss continued to bring them on such rewarding missions with plentiful rewards and little effort, there would be no need for further discussion: Lord Clown would be their long-lost mother.
The happy Judges thus began escorting the prisoners on their journey back, and at that mont, outside the door, the Director of Studies, who had just awoken from his coma, entered the cathedral with difficulty, supported by his partner.
... As the two groups crossed paths ...
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