Just became an evil god and was summoned by the saint.

Chapter 281 Deville, kneel down!

"A tremendous strength!"

Count de Verde's prestige is rising steadily.

It is getting stronger and stronger.

Finally, because he could not control the power emanating from the god, it leaked out, causing everyone else in the room to kneel on the ground, drenched in sweat.

Count Deville carefully sensed the power emanating from the divine essence, and he quickly grasped how to control and release this powerful force.

This realization was so profound that it captivated him.

Their momentum gradually subsided.

However, this power did not disappear; it remained within the puppet.

A look of confidence appeared on his face.

The urge for revenge in his mind gradually intensified.

It seemed a little strange, but he was quickly distracted by the powerful force.

He wanted to get revenge immediately and find Benovia to get to the bottom of things.

But he was not yet familiar with this power.

So he waved his hand and said, "Go and get the Trial Stone from the house!"

He felt that even if a sixth-tier mage came, he could defeat them!
If you can't win, it's not because you lack strength.

The problem is that the puppet's strength is insufficient!

The enormous trial stone was transported to the small square of the manor, where Count Deville gave orders to the puppet.

"A full blow!"

The puppet was covered in a rich, deep blue light. The next moment, a sword aura slashed out and pierced into the trial stone, which was half a person tall.

boom!
The incredibly hard trial stone shattered into pieces, turning into dust in the next second!

These stones, specifically designed for testing spells and magic, are extremely sturdy and possess the property of dispersing attacks, spreading any instantaneous damage received throughout the entire stone.

The bigger it is, the stronger it is.

To cut and destroy, special tools are needed to cut slowly.

Depending on the force applied, the trial stones obtained from mining are divided into six levels, and according to their size, they can withstand spell attacks of levels one to six.

The trial stone in front of me, now reduced to dust, was a trial stone that could withstand attacks from fifth-tier spells, but it would break when faced with sixth-tier spells.

But to be shattered into dust like this is unheard of!

Absolute power!
Reason is slowly slipping away.

In a daze, Count Deville seemed to hear someone scoff: "The power of the gods is not something that can be easily controlled."

Normally, he would have pondered deeply, but now all his attention was focused on the immense power.

He took a deep breath, using his remaining rationality to suppress his desire for revenge: "Butler, tomorrow morning, take some men and come with me to stop Benovia and question her directly!"

With absolute power, why bother with conspiracies and painstaking investigations?
They went directly to their door and demanded answers!

……

The next morning, Benovia came out of her room, preparing to go to school, when she sensed a powerful force that ignored the no-fly zone of Shining City and flew towards her without any attempt to conceal itself.

This unknown and undisguised power alarmed the defenses of Radiant City. The royal family and the Holy Court sensed the strength of the power and immediately dispatched mages of corresponding combat power.

As it happened, the Holy Court sent Blake over because the Holy Magic Academy was the closest to the Holy Court.

Less than a minute after Count Deville rushed over, Blake arrived nearby with a sixth-tier mage from the royal family and saw the holder of the mysterious power.

“Count Deville?” Blake frowned.

"Is that Princess Benovia next to you?" Even the sixth-tier mage of the royal family was taken aback.

Count Deville stood in front of Benovia, floating in the air, head bowed, looking down at her: "Benovia, I'll give you a chance. Reveal the truth behind Norsen's death, tell me who orchestrated this, and I'll spare your life." Benovia looked at Count Deville, sensing the exact same power that Ainals had used before. She blinked and said, "It was a setup by the gods."

Count Deville's face turned cold, and a terrifying aura immediately erupted, pressing down on Benovia.

Benovia's breath hitched; under the immense pressure, she felt as if she were carrying a heavy mountain on her back.

But just as he was about to be forced to his knees, the oppressive force suddenly dissipated.

She was stunned for a moment, and then she saw two figures appear in front of her.

"Principal Black, Uncle Ivano?"

Benovia breathed a sigh of relief.

But for some reason, she always felt that it wasn't these two who removed the pressure on her, but rather that the force recognized her and actively avoided her.

It's a strange feeling, but now is not the time to delve into it.

Benovia looked at Count Deville.

"I thought it would be one of the older brothers or sisters who came to steal it, but it wasn't. It was Norsen's father... He's really bold."

With two sixth-tier mages, Benovia was no longer worried.

Avino, a sixth-tier mage from the royal family, looked at Count Deville and said coldly, "Count Deville, what do you mean by this? Do you intend to attack Benovia? How dare you!"

Count Deville sneered, "My child was murdered, and Benovia is handling it. Of course, I want to know the details. I don't want to fight you. Don't stop me, or the entire City of Shining Will be buried with my child!"

Even with the strongest defenses, there's nothing a sixth-tier mage could do in a battle.

This city, located in the heart of the Ishtar Empire, is too large to be easily managed, except for the Temple of Ember, the royal family, and various noble estates, which have their own defensive arrays. It is also expanding outwards.

Blake said, "I don't know what happened to Earl Deville's child. Please tell me in detail so we can see what happened. If Princess Benovia killed him herself, we will seek justice for you."

Blake's words were very serious, after all, Benovia was not only a princess of the royal family, but also a prospective saintess of the Holy Court.

Given her dual identity, neither the royal family nor the Holy Court could stand by and watch Count Deville so arrogantly take her away.

Count Deville snorted coldly, his growing power making him look down on both Black and Ivino, two sixth-tier mages.

He said casually, "You'll have to ask Benovia about that."

How could he, as the one who is bringing the blame, speak for himself?

Of course, the interpretation is based on the 'guilty person'.

After a standoff, Count Deville's butler finally arrived with his men.

The butler, drenched in sweat, looked at Earl de Verde, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

He didn't know why Count de Vere was so arrogant; it was completely out of character for him.

But since the other party now possessed power comparable to a sixth-tier mage, he dared not say anything. They failed to attract the attention of the three powerful mages present.

Seeing this, Blake and Ivano turned their attention to Benovia.

Just as Benovia was about to say something, a faint revelation suddenly appeared in her mind.

"Make him kneel."

Benovia paused for a moment, then smiled, sensing the faint revelation.

"Count Deville..."

She looked at Count de Verde and uttered two words softly.

"Kneel down."

Count Deville was furious and shoved Black and Ivano aside as he charged at them.

Kneel down before Benovia!

(End of this chapter)