Thunder Punishment Light Fang, and Everything Was Gone

Under the radiance of Death Messenger's Forbidden Incantation, Evan stood alone in midair like a criminal awaiting judgment.

The condemnation of a thousand men came to nothing.

However.

After the colossal phantom of the Black-Robed Judge appeared, nothing happened beyond it raising the gavel symbolizing "fairness and justice" high into the air.

At the same time, Death Messenger himself, no longer bothering to bargain with the God of Trickery, rapidly swelled as though inflated into a colossal twenty-meter-tall monstrosity.

His skin turned black-red, wreathed in murky mist, while deep cracks and sores covered his entire body.

A phantom crown that seemed woven from sharp iron wire rested atop his head. Black chains coiled around his arms, and he gripped a long-handled warhammer sprouting grotesque heads.

A field of pure-black Wailing Evil Eyes opened simultaneously within his eye sockets. Blood-red fissures spread across his cheeks, and beneath his ordinary eyes, two more pairs of deep, blood-red, eye-like markings emerged.

Through those cracks, one could directly see the hell of aggrieved souls within his body, formed from countless human faces.

This evil and fearsome appearance alone was enough to suck in the souls of any ordinary people who looked upon him, turning them into one of the countless faces in Death Messenger's body.

Having undergone a nonhuman qualitative transformation after advancing to the fourth order, Crown Wizards might not yet possess true Mythical Forms, but all of them had gained some traits bestowed by a Source of Mysticism.

Evan and Kingfisher were both like this.

And the essence of the Curse School was Black Orlov, the source of all curse power.

Rumble...

The thunderous Forbidden Incantation · King's Declaration likewise echoed throughout the sky.

Naturally, Evan had no intention of surrendering without a fight.

He simply had not expected these bankers to