A saintess? She's just a bad woman.

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"Miss, are you trying to arrest me for a reward?"

"How I deal with you is my problem. I have no interest in that bounty; that depends on my second question. I think you won't lie, be a smart man. So I want to ask you, did you really, as the news reports, brutally murder those women after raping them?"

"That's right, everything in the news is true."

The woman in black wore an expression of reminiscing about the past, as if she had encountered something wonderful, filled with longing and nostalgia for killing.

Although she preferred to fabricate herself as a tragic character in a melodramatic soap opera, she was indeed an absolute villain.

"At first, I was just a bodyguard for a wealthy merchant's daughter. But from the moment the bandits attacked the carriage, killed the merchant and all the bodyguards, and forced me and the daughter to have sex, with only one of us surviving, I knew that something terrible and malicious had awakened within me."

She is not a purely evil person, but after awakening, she must be driven by pure malice.

Naturally, without the slightest resistance, she succumbed to malice, becoming its prisoner and a captive.

If she was initially forced to make the choice to do something bad for the first time in her life, then after returning to a normal life, persecuting others became her own choice.

They did not actively harm individuals without being threatened or coerced by anyone.

"Do you know? The number of news reports is not a complete count. Every night I kill one or more women, do it to them brutally, and then watch their expressions—whether they struggle, beg for mercy, curse, or cry—to reach the peak of my 'water flow,' to reach the highest peak."

The woman in black was panting heavily; she was extremely agitated, and the light in her eyes was morbid.

Her flushed cheeks, her panting cherry-like lips, and her black hair and eyes that shone like a raven-drenched priestess in the moonlight—she was truly an absolute pervert. Whether considering the things she had done or the excitement she felt talking about these disgusting things, she was a disgrace to her beauty, a truly repulsive demon who only cared about her own pleasure and imposed her happiness on others.

"That feeling was so comfortable, I couldn't stop. Every single day, I had to do it again. That's me, Ange."

Anjie, the woman in black, may be her real name or an alias.

Saint Karina didn't even know her surname, but that didn't matter. Whoever she was, Saint Karina wouldn't let her go.

Ange was completely broken. First, she succumbed to her inner malice and destroyed herself. Then, in order to fill the huge void in her heart, she inflicted her pain on others and destroyed them.

The death of an individual may be just a number to strangers, but it can be an exceptionally heavy blow to a family.

Throughout the month-long killing spree, An Jie destroyed at least thirty families, indirectly harming the interpersonal relationships of over a hundred people. From a public, private, and legal standpoint, her crimes are unforgivable.

However, Saint Karina has never been someone who only knows the law, but Ange's behavior is different. This selfish and self-serving devil must be judged today.

Tonight, she is not a law enforcer, yet she will act like one. It is said that a righteous person must plunge the sword of justice into the unspeakable depths of evil to be a true righteous swordsman. Today, Saint Karina will be such a chivalrous hero, roaming the world freely.

“I have the answers to the first two questions, Miss Ange. Very good, I am glad that you made a wise choice and did not lie to me.”

Saint Karina smiled slightly. Although she considered herself not a good person, but a bad woman, she would never do such a heartless and cruel thing.

"This is the last question: what do you plan to do with the hearts of those girls after you take them?"

"This question... well, to put it simply, those editors at the Imperial Daily just love to make wild guesses and fabricate stories, and then exaggerate, saying that I use dark magic or that I'm an evil god who sacrifices his heart to my faith. But all of these guesses are wrong."

Anjie smiled smugly, like a mischievous child who had gotten away with a prank.

She wasn't intentionally misleading anyone; she simply altered the scene to make it appear ritualistic, like a black magic or cult sacrifice. However, this didn't mean she was a black magician or a cultist, nor was she a witch or sorceress; she simply felt happy.

"Did you know? If you plucked the heart out of a woman who is in love and ate it at that moment, you would find it especially delicious."

She was drooling as she spoke, and she wiped the suspicious, sticky liquid off her dirty sleeve, which was covered in dust from spilling it on the ground.

However, from this moment on, Saint Karina no longer saw Ange as a girl, but as a genuine evil spirit.

The other party is merely wearing a female veneer; their core is rotten and depraved. A cannibal, they no longer deserve to be called human.

“I understand completely. Thank you for explaining the cause and effect, Miss Ange. Naturally, after hearing the answers to your three questions, I now have my own judgment.”

Saint Karina continued to smile, appearing to be in a good mood and about to let Ange go.

However, only a very few people are familiar with Saint Karina and know that the angrier she gets, the less she will put on a stern face, but instead she will smile even more brightly.

That smile was like the calm before the storm, and also a final ultimatum.

"First of all, Miss Ange, I will not send you to the police or any law enforcement agency. Also, I will not send you to the home of any noble lady you murdered."

As Saint Karina spoke, it sounded as if she was going to let Angela go.

"From what you're saying, Miss Unknown Powerful, are you planning to let me go?"

"No, quite the opposite. Because I feel that your sins are too deep, and the heinous crimes you have committed are too numerous to count, I have decided not to let you off so easily. Any other destination—police agencies, law enforcement agencies, the gates of noble families, etc.—would be too merciful for you."

Saint Karina gently stroked the blade of the Holy Sword, her gaze tender and gentle, looking at the sword as if she were looking at her old lover.

She seemed to be saying, "Old friend, come with me and judge this evil spirit."

"Therefore, I have decided not to hand you over to anyone, because I will judge you myself."

All pretense crumbled at that moment, revealing Saint Karina's original white hair and blue eyes, and her face returned to its true form.

"Remember what the person who judged you looks like. After all, not just anyone is qualified to be judged by the Holy Maiden of Wei."

126. Eradicate evil completely.

The sword, which had been concealing its sharpness, now revealed its full brilliance. The holy sword shone with an unusual luster, reflecting its master's mood.

It was an exceptionally dazzling white light, capable of illuminating the entire alley. If Saint Karina hadn't wanted to avoid drawing too much attention, the light of the holy sword could have covered an even wider area.

"You enjoy tormenting those women, so how about I repay you double for what you did before?"

Saint Karina smiled sinisterly; her smile was less like that of a saint and more like that of a murderous witch.

"Since this is my judgment, wouldn't it be too easy for you to die so easily?"

As Saint Karina spoke, the holy sword shone brightly, and two dazzling white sword energies, as brilliant as the sun, vibrated and directly struck the wrists of the black-clad Ange.

"Pfft!"

Suddenly, blood flowed like a torrent.

It wasn't a deep wound that exposed bone; it only severed a tendon in the hand.

However, this was just the beginning. Saint Karina remained calm, as if she were merely cutting a steak with a knife and fork, and then swung her sword down again.

"Ahhh!"

Finally, Anjie let out a painful scream, and she collapsed to the ground, her hands hanging limply at her sides, blood gushing down her cut flesh.

"Tick tick tick..."

The bright red blood snaked and crawled along the cracks in the stone bricks.

The person punished by the holy sword knelt on the ground, assuming a strange posture resembling atonement.

The pain and weakness in her limbs made her glare angrily at Saint Karina, her eyes wide with fury.

only……

“Miss Anjie, you have no right to look at me like that.”

Another sword shadow flashed by, its sword energy trembling the air and creating ripples. Time passed, the mountains and rivers fell silent, and all things were without light.

"Aa ...

It was a more tragic and painful cry than before.

Anjie's eyeball was cut in half, and then blood and tears flowed down.

Her entire face was filthy, and she could no longer bear it, writhing on the ground in pain.

"Aaaaaah! My eyes, my eyes... I can't see anymore, it hurts so much! It hurts so much..."

She screamed repeatedly, looking like a pitiful worm from Santa Karina's perspective.

She couldn't wipe away the blood and tears because her tendons had been severed; she could only helplessly and frantically roll around on the ground.

"Does it hurt? The girls you tortured, defiled, violated, and murdered suffered countless times more than you did."

Saint Karina coldly observed everything, her expression devoid of joy or sorrow, like a cold-faced judge from hell.

"And Miss Ange, you don't think this is the end of it, do you? Your trial has only just begun."

Saint Karina's sword was once again aimed at Ange's body. This time, she did not use sword energy, but simply used the cold tip of the sword to cut open the clothes covering Ange's body and change her into the emperor's new clothes.

"no, do not want."

The icy air, upon contact with Anjie, who was both blind and disabled, made her shiver.

Goosebumps rose all over her body from the stimulation. It wasn't that she was afraid of being treated indescribably by Saint Karina, but she had a premonition that what was about to happen would not be a good thing for her.

A large expanse of snow-white skin was revealed. If Ange still had her sight, she would surely have seen Saint Karina's strange expression, thus confirming her guess.

"Oh, no."

Saint Karina gave a cold laugh. She grabbed Ange by the neck and used magic to pin her to the brick wall of the alley.

"If a girl you killed begged you like this, would you forgive her?"

"I...of course I can."

Ange tried to force a smile, but from Saint Karina's perspective, the smile looked worse than a grimace.

"you are lying."

With a single, casual remark, Saint Karina had already sealed Ange's fate.

Then, her thighs were forcibly squeezed into the area below Anjie's waist and above her knees.

"No, you won't. You'll hug them like I'm doing to you right now."

Saint Karina's hand also reached inside the Emperor's New Clothes; she was kneading dough.

Dough is made by kneading flour and other liquid ingredients. It is a mixture of flour and other ingredients that has enough firmness to be kneaded or rolled.

"Aha……"

Soon, Ange started panting.

However, this was absolutely not any improper panting; it was simply the heavy, painful breathing that Ange was enduring as her eyeballs split open and her tendons and veins in her limbs were severed.

The formation of cold water dough is due to the swelling of proteins, and this type of dough has good elasticity, toughness and extensibility.

The hydrated polar groups cohede, the dough expands in volume, and the protein molecules and peptide chains loosen, stretch, and intertwine to form a gluten network. Starch, water, and other components fill this network, and gel dough is formed.

The process of water penetrating into gluten particles by diffusion is slow and requires external force to accelerate the penetration. Therefore, when making dough, water is often added in stages, mixed with flour, and then kneaded and pounded to accelerate the diffusion of water and allow the gluten network structure to fully form.

When flour is kneaded into a dough and placed on a work surface, the dough will spread downwards, similar to a liquid in terms of fluidity. If an external force is applied to deform it, the deformation will gradually return to its original shape over time, but it cannot completely return to its original shape, which is similar to the elasticity of a solid.

Therefore, when flour is mixed with water, it will form a sticky and elastic dough.

"Miss Anjie, are you enjoying yourself? You seem to be having a great time."

Saint Karina laughed dismissively, mockingly.

"I...it hurts!"

Suddenly pushing her backward, and seeing the other person's lip movements, Saint Karina knew it was a case of saying one thing but meaning another, and she had no interest in listening.

Moreover, because Anjie's back was throbbing with pain from the impact, which aggravated her previous wounds, her earlier reverie was brought back to reality. She cried out in pain, and tears involuntarily streamed down her face again.

Saint Karina felt no pity for the tears falling, only annoyance.

Because those black eyes were not beautiful; their sockets were filled with tears, and their bulging pupils rolled helplessly, which was horrifying.

"Don't be afraid, Miss Ange, because what's coming next is not only more painful, but you might also die."

The holy sword, capable of purifying and cutting through filth, shone even brighter; its white light was so dazzling that even its master, Saint Karina, found it blinding.

The tip of the holy sword was aimed at Ange's indescribable area, but not in the usual way; it was used as the true blade.

Suddenly feeling a contradictory combination of cold and heat pressed against her indescribable private parts, Ange truly panicked.

"You...what are you going to do?"

"What are we doing? Of course, we're doing... things that can't be described."

"no no……"

Cold sweat soaked Anjie's back, and she became incoherent.

"Shhh."

Her slender fingers touched Anjie's lips once again.

"Do not be afraid, the pain is only momentary, and what remains is eternal sleep."

With a "whoosh" sound, Saint Karina's holy sword pierced into the indescribable place.

A sudden, indescribable pain spread throughout her body, tormenting her like a slow, agonizing torture.

"Aa ...