Humans are devouring and selling off the heavens.

Chapter 101 The Storm is Brewing, Leaving Backlund
“Great and supreme master, from this day forward, Panatia will be your most loyal servant.”

Panatia dared not have the slightest thought of resistance and obediently knelt down on the ground.

A high-ranking witch, a being who is half-human and half-god, completely submitted to Klein.

Klein's shadow completely enveloped her. Looking at this desperate witch, he reached out and grabbed her soft hair, lifting the languid yet beautiful woman upside down with a slight effort.

Just as Panatia was about to utter a soft murmur, she felt an incredibly powerful spiritual force surge into her body like a tidal wave.

It was Klein's soul that surged into her body.

"Master, no..."

She could clearly feel that immense force surging through her body. Every inch of flesh and every cell was being permeated by the other's thoughts and soul. Everything in her body was about to turn to dust, and even her soul was about to be completely destroyed.

A sense of death and fear welled up inside me.

However, in the blink of an eye, Klein released his grip.

With a thud, the soft body crashed to the ground.

The moment the desperate witch regained control of her body, she immediately began to pant, her full breasts heaving violently.

Then, to her shock, she discovered that her body, which had been severely injured and on the verge of losing control, had completely recovered, and the feeling of being out of control within her body had completely dissipated.

Even the potion that had not yet been fully digested became as easy to use as an extension of its own body, and its power increased by at least 100%.

"I have removed the spiritual imprint of the potion from your body," Klein's voice rang out from above, calm and undisturbed.

A demigod is a big figure in the occult world, and having him do things for you makes things easier for you.

"Thank you, great master, for your favor upon your humble servant."

Panatia lay prostrate on the ground, her lips trembling slightly. Was it gratitude? Perhaps, but more than that, it was a deeper sense of awe and fear.

Eliminating extraordinary traits and the spiritual imprints and contamination within sealed artifacts is something that can only be done at the angelic level.

And to remove the spiritual imprint from the body... is it the kind of spiritual angel that the dreamer's path uses? Or is it an archangel, who is even higher?
Klein paid no attention to her thoughts. The corpses on the ground had already revealed extraordinary properties. He raised his hand and collected them all, then took Panatia and flew directly out of the building.

He only intended to kill Ince Zangwell, but unexpectedly got caught up in this troublesome vortex.

Both the previous Capin incident and this conflict subtly reveal the influence of the royal family.

Through Panatia's memories, Klein further confirmed that the mastermind behind Capin was not a faction within the royal family, but the entire royal family itself.

Some powerful beings, even demigods, directly participated in it.

As an ally, Panatia was at least a demigod-level powerhouse, yet she was completely unaware of the royal family's schemes.

Thinking of the restrictions placed on the Law Master, Klein frowned.

"How the hell has the royal family of Ruen become like this? Could it be that the king, or some old geezer, is personally involved in this kind of business of buying and selling young girls?"

How can you conduct politics while hanging out with these insects!
“This Backlund is really no place to stay.”

Before leaving, Klein pondered for a moment, and suddenly a tarot card imprint appeared on the floor of the hall.

The trial sign.

After doing all that, he left without looking back...

……

Not long after Klein left, a figure entered the underground palace.

His pupils constricted as he looked at the man's body, now reduced to shreds by the explosion, and the tarot cards scattered on the ground.

After Kapin's death, the murderer also left behind tarot cards.

"Tarot cards again. Why is it always tarot cards? Could it be that someone has discovered the secret? Who could it be...?"

The man gritted his teeth and let out a cold snort, instantly turning the entire underground palace into dust...

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Red Rose Estate, a suburb of Queens.

There was a squeak.

A slender, beautiful hand adorned with a dazzling sapphire opened the window.

A woman in a long black dress, with delicate and beautiful features, looked out the window like a caged bird. When would these days end? Triss sighed silently.

Controlled by the witch cult, she was like a puppet without her own will or freedom, and even her name was changed to Triss Chick.

Waking up in a man's arms every morning at dawn made her feel nauseous and disgusted...

No matter how much she resisted or tried to escape, her life seemed to have been pre-written, and she would always return to where she started...

At this time, there was a knock on the door again.

It was Prince Edsack, a pitiful fellow who was being manipulated, but he had no idea that he was a pawn that could be sacrificed by the royal family.

But... when will these days finally end?
Triss frowned, a wave of nausea washing over her again…

"Triss, right?"

A voice suddenly rang out, calling out her name from when she was a man.

A young man with black hair and black eyes, exuding an air of scholarly refinement, appeared before her.

"You...you know me?!" Triss's eyes welled up with tears, and she almost cried with joy.

"That's it."

The young man was Klein.

Looking at the culprit who had killed dozens or even hundreds of ordinary people, now reduced to this state, Klein shook his head.

Through Panadia's memories, Klein also learned that there was a vessel for the primordial witch Chick in Backlund.

She is both a vessel and a hostage in the collaboration between the Witch Church and the Royal Family.

In order to prevent her from resisting, Inszangwell repeatedly used 0-08 to write Triss's intentions.

This is a guy who has completely lost himself.

"I never imagined that someone as wicked as you would end up like this. Do you want to end all of this? Then I'll give you a hand."

As soon as she finished speaking, Triss's body exploded into dust.

For her, death might be the most merciful release.

"Thank you..."

Amidst the faint sounds of gratitude, Klein picked up the sapphire ring.

In Panadia's memory, this belonged to the Primordial Witch. Apart from its high rank and connection to the Primordial Witch's awakening, it had no power.

Looking at the ring, Klein sneered:
"The Primordial Witch Chik...tsk, both the true creator worshipped by Mr. A's Aurora Society and the Primordial Witch worshipped by the Witch Cult."

“Every day in Backlund, a bunch of evil gods are thinking about finding a vessel to descend upon.”

"And then there's the royal family, not just involved in human trafficking, but also in their tolerance of these two cults, even their allies..."

Thinking of this, Klein couldn't help but frown.

Backlund is a megacity with a population of 500 million. For a true God who needs faith, it is absolutely impossible to give it up.

With so many believers lost and without a sufficient number of anchors, unable to resist the awakening of the original Creator, even the true God might fall into chaos.

This is almost tantamount to waging war against the true God.

"The royal family has gone this crazy... What are these beasts trying to do?"

Klein relaxed his furrowed brow and sighed again.

He is not yet qualified to access these things.

"I hope that when I come back next time, Backlund won't be a ruin."

Snapped!
The sapphire ring was crushed to pieces. After eliminating the threat, Klein's figure vanished with the wind.

Prince Edsack waited outside for a long time without any response, then pushed the door open and entered, only to find the floor covered in blood and gore.

"Triss!!"

After a piercing scream, the poor prince's vision went black, and he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

(End of this chapter)