As an NPC, having a lot of skills is quite reasonable, right?

"No...this is impossible!" Cecio panicked completely as he looked at the dying monster.

If Moen wins, all his previous accusations will become a joke, and his secret creation of monsters will be exposed.

"Since the monster can't kill you, then I'll do it myself!"

Cecio raised his scepter, and a deep red [Arrow of Judgment] instantly took shape.

This is a sacred ritual skill with causal locking. Once locked, it is relentless and can only be avoided by spatial displacement.

"Die, you heretic!"

However, Moen showed no panic.

[Adversity Baptism] was activated, and a blinding light erupted at the bottom of the rift, instantly blinding everyone, including Cecio.

"Hmph, a futile struggle." Cecio remained unperturbed.

"The Judgment is locked; even if I can't see it, it will find you."

The red beam of light hurtled down, aiming straight for Moen at the center of the light.

But just as the light arrow was about to hit Moen, space distorted amidst the intense light.

Moen activated the second effect of [Mirror Warp], [Shift].

His figure vanished instantly, replaced by a prism that had been floating in the air!

"when!"

The sure-hit arrow of divine judgment struck the smooth surface of the prism with tremendous force. Due to the skill's properties, the prism would amplify any magical attack it received by 120% and then refract it in another direction.

At this moment, what Ryouko is facing is the corpse puppet that has broken free from the state of [cardiac arrest] and is frantically regenerating health!

The amplified red beam of light pierced precisely through the corpse puppet's exposed heart, instantly dealing a terrifying amount of damage that reduced the puppet's health by 20%!

[Kill detection source: Cecio]

The dying corpse puppet suddenly opened its dozen or so eyes, eyes filled with extreme resentment, as it sensed the presence of the murderer who had ended its life.

[Deathrattle Trigger: The Sin of Reversal]

The corpse puppet let out a final, unwilling roar. The curses, resentment, and malice in the hearts of those it devoured transformed into a jet-black spear, powerful enough to corrode the soul.

[Detected that the killer used Holy attributes; damage doubled! Inflicts Holy Corrosion!]

The black gun ignored the distance in space and the height of the cliff, and like a black lightning bolt, it shot towards Cecio on the cliff in an instant!

"What?!" Cecio hadn't even recovered from the sudden turn of events when he saw a black light rushing towards him.

"puff!"

The black spear pierced his sacred shield without any resistance and went straight into his chest.

A terrifying curse erupted instantly, and his body began to rot at a visible speed, even his screams turning into gurgling sounds of blood bubbles.

Moen stood amidst the ruins, watching the charred figure fall from the cliff. He gently sheathed his longsword, the wind rustling through his black robes.

[Assist in defeating the Lord-level BOSS: Flesh Glutton - Stitched Corpse Puppet]

Experience points gained: 15024 + 9521 (reward for killing enemies above your level)

[Gained Mortal Fragments: 200 + 50 (First Kill Reward)]

[Obtained Ritual Fragments: 4 + 5 (First Kill Reward)]

[Unlock Statue: Flesh Eater - Stitched Corpse Puppet]

Congratulations on reaching level 17!

The entire room was silent, except for a line of comments slowly scrolling across the live stream screen:

This move... this is called using someone else to do the dirty work. Mentor, you're a god forever!

[System Announcement: The closed beta test of "Blood, Fire and Wine" has ended. Thank you for your participation.]

The server will shut down in 10 seconds.

"Is that all?"

"Holy crap! I haven't respawned yet! My reward!"

"Did the mentor just smash the server to pieces?"

Before the players could even celebrate this epic victory, beams of white light lit up the camp.

Diablo, who was still waiting for his respawn cooldown at the respawn point, saw the world turn black and white before him and was then forcibly kicked out of the game.

The once bustling Ember Camp instantly became deserted.

The civilians standing by were quite frightened by these successive events.

First came the monsters, then the infighting, and now this group of God-givers has ascended to heaven?

They watched all of this numbly, having lost the ability to think.

On the cliff, with the death of Judge Cecio, the knights were completely disoriented.

They looked at each other, unsure whether to put down their weapons or keep them in place.

Arrest Moen? But Moen just saved their brother.

Why not arrest him? But the presiding judge did indeed die because of him.

In this suffocating awkwardness and deathly silence, the sky suddenly darkened.

A deep, rumbling sound came from above the clouds.

A massive airship broke through the clouds and appeared in the sky above Nohanville.

This is a steel behemoth with the solemn style of the Church of Judgment, its hull forged from jet-black iron and its surface engraved with golden runes of law.

Instead of propulsion, the ship's hull was filled with countless slowly rotating anti-gravity rune rings, hovering there and casting a massive shadow over the entire Blackwater Rift.

A figure jumped directly from the airship a hundred meters in the air, without any means of deceleration, and crashed straight into the center of the battlefield like a meteorite.

"boom!!!"

Dust billowed up, and a golden halo visible to the naked eye instantly spread out.

Within a radius of 50 meters, everyone, including Moen, the chaotic guards, and the still-uncleaned rotting corpses, was forced to stand still. This reminded Moen of the feeling of being suppressed by the gravitational magnetic field before.

As the smoke and dust cleared, the true form of the figure was revealed.

He wore simple, heavy trial plate armor without any fancy decorations, and a somewhat worn gray wolf skin cloak draped over his back.

Although his hair and beard were all white, he exuded an aura that kept strangers at bay.

He didn't look at anyone, but simply scanned the chaotic scene.

"Have you had enough?" The voice wasn't loud, but it was unusually clear.

"Lord Gray... Lord Gray!" The district deputy judge, under pressure, scrambled down the cliff to come and lodge his complaint.

"It was him! He killed Lord Cecio! Lord Cecio sacrificed himself to purify heretics!" The vice judge pointed at Moen in a panic.

Gray turned his head slightly and glanced at Cecio's corpse, which was still emitting cursed black smoke, below the cliff.

"As the presiding judge, I was devoured by my own creation."

Gray said calmly, "The incompetent die of ignorance. Throw them to feed the dogs, don't dirty the graveyard."

The deputy judge trembled, so frightened that he kowtowed to the ground and dared not say another word.

After dealing with the trash, Gray turned around and looked at the only person standing upright in the room.

And Moen happened to be looking at him.

Name: Gray

【grade:??】

A hint of surprise flashed in Gray's eyes.

How could an ordinary person withstand his legal pressure and refuse to kneel?

"Although Cecio is a good-for-nothing, he is still a member of the Church."

Gray walked up to Moen and looked down at him: "This matter needs to be investigated."

"Until the investigation is completed, you and your organization are not allowed to leave Nohanville. I will have people watching you."

After speaking, he turned to look around, his brow furrowing slightly: "Where are those gracious ones mentioned in the report?"

The surrounding soldiers looked at each other, stammering, "They...they disappeared. Just now, they all turned into light and vanished."

Gray remained silent for a moment, then did not ask any further questions.

"Has it disappeared...?"

He gave Moen another deep look, making Moen wonder if there was something on his face.

"Fall back." Gray turned around, his gray cloak swishing in the wind of the rift valley.

"Clean this place up. I don't want to smell this nauseating stench again tomorrow morning."

With the departure of this supreme expert, the mountain weighing on everyone's hearts finally disappeared.

Moen stood there, watching the giant steel ship slowly rise into the air, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

The Grey Knight?

He only remembered that the name was mentioned only briefly in the documents about Arya.

Because of Arya's death, he, as Arya's mentor, is suspected of being involved in the plot to murder Arya.

The details of the interrogation were not recorded in detail. All that is known is that the death sentence was handed down in just two days, and Gray remained silent throughout the entire ordeal, offering no rebuttal whatsoever.