Late at night, the headquarters of the Judgnt Court.
Tonight, the Judgnt Court was unusually lively, as many judges who actually had no duties also rarely made their way here; they were here to watch the excitent.
After all, the news that the Judgnt Court had suddenly raided the God King Cathedral, the stronghold of the Angel Witches, and captured a large number of Angel Witches had already topped the Magic Network's trending search by the morning, which surprised the judges and made them curious.
Who were these ruthless people who dared to make a move on the Angel Witch Clan directly? Were they not afraid of death?
Although the Angel Witch Clan's power indeed had waned, weren't those ancient Angel Witches still alive? Were they really not afraid that attacking the young might provoke the old?
Although the Judgnt Court was a special departnt directly subordinate to the Three Kings, with many privileges and feared by everyone, in reality, when the judges carried out their duties, they could show authority over the smaller witch clans and territories, but they always approached the witches of the three great kingdoms with politeness and respect.
After all, those were the clans of the Three Kings, the clans of their highest superiors.
Of course, they only maintained a polite deanor. If the other party truly committed an offense, they still had to act accordingly, since the duty of the Judgnt Court was to maintain the stable developnt of the Witch World, not to ensure the stability and longevity of the Three Great Royal Families.
To avoid bias, the territories of the Three Great Royal Families were alternately governed by the three major powers of the Judgnt Court; the territory of the Angel Witches fell under the Dragon King Faction, the territory of the Dragon Witch was managed by the Devil King Faction, and the territory of the Demon Witch was governed by the God King Faction.
This arrangent prevented favoritism and mutual cover-ups among mbers of the sa clan.
However, while that was the theory, in practice, everyone still gave each other a bit of face. What happened today, with a group of people directly raiding soone's stronghold and forcing out their protective Great Barrier, was unprecedented since the establishnt of the Judgnt Court.
Thus, with such a juicy piece of news, the judges took advantage of their positions to rush back to headquarters imdiately to catch this fresh gossip firsthand.
"Hey hey, does any good sister know what's going on? I just returned from the frontier and only just connected to the Magic Network; the signal was terrible, and I missed the hot gossip."
"Yeah, I just got back from heaven, I was there undercover. How co my holand was suddenly raided? What exactly happened?"
"Nice, fellow undercover Witch! I've been mingling in hell, though. Speaking of which, when can I co back? Three hundred years upon three hundred years, I've already beco an Archduke of Hell. If they don't call back soon, I might just be elected the new Demon God of Lust by my delusional fans."
"Wow, you must be very beautiful, sister. Future Lord Demon God, please send so risqué pictures."
"Asking for risqué pictures from the Demon God 1."
...
In the grand hall of the Judgnt Court, a group of judges wearing various masks shared gossip with each other. The conversation was initially quite engaging, but unfortunately, it soon veered off-topic, as everyone's attention shifted to a Witch wearing a Succubus mask.
This Witch was nearly three ters tall, quite large, and despite wearing the judge's Battle Robe, her voluptuous and full figure was hard to disguise. Most crucially, she exuded a distinct aura; even wearing a mask that hid her face, she couldn't conceal the enchanting and seductive charm that emanated from her.
Yeah, she really had a sultry vibe.
Of course, though the topic veered off in jest, no one dared to take it seriously. After all, whether it was the position of the Archduke of Hell that the large sister had just declared, or the silver Demon Token naturally hanging from her neck and nearly revealed by a deep and unfathomable cleavage, it all indicated that this seductive Witch had extraordinary strength.
She was a Grand Inquisitor.
"Lust Ruin, you really have been away for too long, no wonder you don't know. Recently, the Great Judge of Annihilation appointed a mysterious new Grand Inquisitor, and this operation was led by that newcor."
Not far away, a judge cloaked in a hood, with a silver Angel Token also hanging on her waist, opened up to explain.
"What, Crafty Abnormality? Since you know, tell more. Turns out it was a newcor from my faction, well done! I've been annoyed by those weak Angel Witches for a long ti."
Upon hearing this, a small figure who was originally drinking alone at an empty bar suddenly lifted her head, revealing a blood-colored half-mask of a dragon on her face.
A silver Giant Dragon Token also hung from her wrist.
Although this loli-sized Witch was petite, her voice was unexpectedly loud as she laughed wildly, but the surrounding judges did not dare show their anger.
After all, this Little Tyrant truly knew how to fight.
"Alright, Little Tyrant, you've had too much to drink, have so sobering soup,"
said a Witch wearing a Poison Dragon mask, who also had a small silver Dragon dal hanging from her left ear, as she pulled out a Magic Potion and stuffed it into her companion's wide-open laughing mouth, forcing her to gulp it down.
Then Little Tyrant's mouth opened wide, but she could not make a sound anymore.
"Sorry about that, Little Tyrant is a bit unruly. How about I buy you a drink, Crafty Abnormality, as an apology?"
The Poison Dragon Witch tightly hugged her struggling companion, then embarrassedly suggested to the nearby Hooded Angel.
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