Without the grace of God, the witch clan is just an inconspicuous young descendant among all the races in the world. Without the protection of the God King, they are nothing.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! How can a race that cannot even protect itself have the leisure to be kind and pay attention to justice and equality.

Not to mention back then, even now, hundreds of thousands of years later, the witches are still the weakest among the four natural disaster races. They are surrounded by wolves, and they may lose everything if they are not careful.

The stability we have now is still thanks to the protection of the three kings.

How can a beggar have the right to ask for too much?

Lady Messiah will always be the beautiful moonlight in her heart, elusive and out of reach. But in reality, the only thing the Justice Grand Judge can protect is the witch's justice.

only.......

So why am I so angry?

I have obviously decided to become a qualified devout believer and take the will of the God King as the criterion of life. So why am I so dissatisfied with this new Son of the God King who is recognized by the God King?

The Grand Judge of Justice asked himself this earnestly.

Then the figure of the perfect man who had already been engraved in his soul appeared in his mind again.

Lord Messiah...

However, she eventually regained her composure.

"Thank you, Lord Holy Son, for reminding me that I was wrong. I will go to the solitary room to repent later."

The great judge of justice bowed his head like this.

People always have to grow up and mature. The innocent Matia who was once died long ago, and now only the justice of the witch still exists.

Probably, her belief is really not pious.

Great gods do not need the faith of ants, but weak ants need to use this faith in exchange for the protection of gods.

Lucy Fairy, who had tried to provoke her before, saw this scene and frowned.

This was not the result she wanted.

You are a sage and a great judge, don’t you want to lose face? How can you bow to a junior like me?

Miss Fallen Angel's eyes became increasingly dissatisfied. As an arrogant dependent, she looked down on this guy who had no dignity as a strong man.

As expected, the angels and witches are all useless and hopeless.

However, Dorothy glanced curiously at the Grand Inquisitor, who suddenly seemed to have lost his energy, and then thought deeply.
Chapter completed!