Mystery: She came from the Chaos Sea.

Chapter 62 The Mentor of Justice

What's the point of this "mistake"?

He wanted to take revenge on the ancient gods who were hunting him down.

Helmayne is unsure whether the "mistake" of today has given rise to the emotion and cognition of "revenge," but she is certain that the goal of her actions is not so simple.

"We can look at it from a different angle," Amanisis, standing atop the Pillar of Stars, said. "What is there for the Giants' Court to 'mistakenly' concern about?"

Hermaine's heart stirred upon hearing this. There were certainly plenty of good things in the earthly divine kingdom of the Giants' Court, but not many that were worth "mistakenly" coveting.

A unique entity like "error," once activated, will, in addition to a strong will to survive, always aim to complete itself.

Seeing Helmaenie's silence, Amanisis smiled and said, "Looks like you have an idea?"

Amanisis's words brought Hermaine back to her senses, and she couldn't help but think to herself, "Amanisis is the real mind reader, able to read my thoughts through this state of light and shadow..."

Helmani nodded slightly and said, "I have a clue, but it's still too early to say."

Amanisis did not press further, but instead said:

"By virtue of the status and power transferred from the 'King of the Divine Wolves,' I can use the statue to transmit the power to interfere with the true gods, thus concealing you and Selena from the gaze of the gods and creating an opportunity for you to use your teleportation ability."

"But... this opportunity only comes once."

The fundamental reason Amanisis agreed to the "wrong" deal was to obtain the authority that could save Hermaine's life. Only secondarily did she covet the unique "darkness" emanating from the "King of the Dire Wolves."

Helmaene paused for a moment upon hearing this, then a warm sense of relief spread through her heart: "I understand."

Returning from the dream space, Helmaenie saw Selena standing guard beside her, her hands clenched nervously.

She sighed softly, drawing the girl's attention.

A hint of apology flickered in Helmaenie's eyes: "I'm sorry, Selena, I haven't been able to find your brother either."

Selena slumped her shoulders slightly, looking a little dejected, but then she forced a smile: "Actually... I'm more afraid that you'll bring news that my brother is... is already dead."

Selena knew in her heart that even if they found Theo's whereabouts, it wouldn't be good news.

The girl's voice was soft and gentle. After speaking, she lowered her head, her bangs obscuring her expression: "At least now, there's still some hope. I can still think that my brother is alive and well..."

Hearing this, Helmaenie sighed and reached out to rub the girl's head.

The girl's emotions came and went quickly, and Selena soon lifted her head optimistically again, although... she only put these emotions aside for the time being: "I'm hungry, what should I eat for dinner?"

"Let's see what other materials we have."

"I remember there are bees, so please make some sweets."

"Do you eat sweets at night? Well, you insomniacs don't need to sleep anyway."

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In the stillness of the night, the tallest and most magnificent palace of the Giants' Court was shrouded in a tangible orange-red twilight, while the surrounding areas were enveloped in the darkness that allowed all living beings to sleep peacefully.

The deep, silky darkness enveloped all the emotions of the creatures, and Hermaine could hear the sobbing of the girl buried in the mattress in the next room.

Not feeling too sleepy, Helmaenie made no noise that would disturb the neighbors. She connected her consciousness with the "Desecrated Slab" and gradually sank into the "Sea of ​​Chaos".

Whenever she was immersed in the "Chaotic Sea", Helmaenie could feel the remarkable joy emanating from the uniqueness of the "Hanged Man" and the "Sun".

Helmaene clearly understood that if she abandoned the buffer of the "Desecrating Slab," she could directly unleash even greater power through the "Chaotic Sea."

However, doing so rashly might loosen the coffin lid of some old man.

As Helmaeus's thoughts shifted, the indescribable ocean gradually blurred, and a colossal stone statue supporting the heavens and earth stood before him. On the pillar of the sun, there was an extraordinary quality: a gentle light condensed.

That was the extraordinary characteristic of the Solar Path Sequence Three that Helmaenie had already obtained from the statue using spiritual materials.

"A 'mentor of justice'..."

Hermaine did not want to walk the path of justice, but all living beings have narrow perspectives, and no one can openly claim that the path they are walking is the path of justice.

Moreover, the greater one's capabilities, the more frequently one will encounter problems such as the trolley problem.

But yearning for justice is always a good thing.

Helmaenie cradled the extraordinary property in her hands, bathed in its radiant light.

That holy profile emerged on her right cheek.

The illusory passage connecting to the real world gradually solidified.

The writhing, scarlet flesh spread like a carpet around Helmaenie's body.

The material spread across the floor of the room, climbed the walls of the house, and finally converged at the roof, completely sealing off the giant's house.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

A bright, extraordinary substance landed from the illusory passage next to Helmaenie's right cheek, whose eyes were closed.

A pair of holy eyes opened on her cheeks.

At the same time, the ethereal and sacred gray-white dragon head appeared beside Helmaenie's face, also gazing at the light.

A virtual personality split off from Helmaenie, and this "she," who was connected to Helmaenie's mind, merged into the extraordinary characteristics of the "Mentor of Justice."

Attracted by the herding ability, the extraordinary characteristics of the "Mentor of Justice" drew the Holy Face closer to itself.

Along with the pain of being herded, the various abilities of the purification field transformed into the power driven by the holy profile.

Fortunately, Hermaine's soul, having reached the level of a saint, was resilient enough to bear the pain of being herded.

Within the dream space, Helmayne, who had been tending the "Mentor of Justice," glanced at the "Desecrating Slab" in front of her, but the path belonging to the "Sun" was not revealed.

Further verification confirms that grazing does not unlock the "Desecrated Slate".

However, after Helmaene of the Three-Headed Sanctuary began tending to the Dream Weaver and the Mentor of Justice, she realized that she could draw upon more power belonging to the Chaos Sea.

Based on this feeling, if we continue to cultivate the "Insightful Ones" along the White Tower path and the "Sea Kings" along the Tyrant path, we can probably leverage even more...

In the days that followed, Helmaene roamed around the royal court. Bradel, the youngest son of the Giant King and the "God of Glory," always seemed to have nothing better to do, and would occasionally visit Helmaene for a chat.

"Doesn't Your Highness need to worry about the celebrations?" Hermaine asked casually.

Bradley looked annoyed at the word "festival": "I always end up standing at the very back of the celebration. It's so boring. It's much more interesting to talk to you, you little rascal."

Hermaine then asked, "Has the 'King' not returned yet?"

Bradel shook his massive head: "I don't know... He won't tell me whether he'll come back or not. My mother and brother basically take care of everything in the tribe."

(End of this chapter)