Chapter 127 Trial

An adjudicator immediately recognized him.

"A noble!" the leading judge shouted sternly, "How dare you kidnap a Silver-Blooded noble?!"

He secretly made a gesture, indicating to the other judges to arrest the person directly and not let them say anything outrageous.

But no one took action. The leader looked to the side in shock and anger, only to see that the judges on his left and right had pale faces, bulging eyes, and beads of sweat on their foreheads, as if they were competing with someone - but they didn't move at all, as if they were controlled by some invisible thing, and could only let the strange Eisen Pass open and close his mouth, spitting out some earth-shaking things.

He explained clearly in front of everyone how he witnessed Bill Fam raping and murdering the priestess Circe, how the Inquisition asked him to cause trouble for the theology professor, how he poisoned Bill Fam to death under threat from the Temple of Eros, and how he tried to frame Nova Brody. After failing, the Inquisition decided to target the theology professor's students, trying to force them to identify their teacher. However, the student, named Rabbi Mader, chose to commit suicide...

The crowd erupted in agitation. The students of Baita University, remembering their innocent classmates' tragic deaths, looked eager to pounce on him and sink their teeth into his throat, but the professor's voice remained calm and composed as always.

"Do you dare to swear on the Okansele River that everything you said above is true?"

"I swear."

"How does the Temple of Love control you? What kind of deals do you have with each other?"

"I can't say, I really can't say—"

"Will the Inquisition continue to cooperate with you, knowing that you have betrayed the Light?"

Big beads of sweat rolled down Aisen Pass's forehead. His lips moved slightly, and his pupils, which had originally lost focus, trembled violently, as if he was suppressing some impulse. But he finally opened his mouth: "I——"

"Shut up! You heretic!" A Judge suddenly leaped up, his sword flashing with a cold gleam before piercing Aisen Pass's chest. The man's eyes widened, his features twisting violently. He clutched his chest, groaning a few times before silently collapsing.

The judge's eyes were bloodshot, his fingers were shaking, and his expression was extremely excited. He looked like he wanted to pounce on the body and poke seventy or eighty more holes in it - but he was quickly grabbed by his colleagues. The leading judge was so angry that he slapped the other person hard in the face, causing blood to burst out from the corner of his mouth, and several teeth popped out of his mouth.

The leading judge lowered his voice and shouted angrily, "Are you crazy?!"

The original witness's condition was clearly flawed; they could easily claim someone cast a spell on them, making their testimony unreliable. Now, no matter how they defended themselves, it would seem like they were eager to silence the witness. Furthermore, this was a noble! Killing a noble in public without a trial would undoubtedly drive those old foxes in the royal court, smelling blood, madly pursuing them. The entire Inquisition would be in serious trouble!

The judge seemed to have been awakened by the slap. He lowered his head in confusion, looking at the long sword in his hand that was still dripping with blood. Suddenly, as if he had been burned, he threw the sword away, letting it hit the snow with a dull sound: "It's not me..."

He looked at his colleague blankly, raised his hands and repeated in panic: "It's not me, I didn't want to-"

But no one listened to his explanation. Seeing that the Inquisition was so arrogant as to kill witnesses in the street, the angry crowd swarmed over and forced more than a dozen usually majestic judges to retreat and huddle together. The leader suddenly began to regret why he had not requested support earlier, otherwise how could he be in such a passive situation now?

"Last warning! Back off! Are you going to attack the messenger of the God of Light?!" The light chains around him were like twisted light snakes, making harsh crackling sounds when they touched the snow, and the snow immediately melted away.

Fortunately, the judges of the Inquisition were all sorcerers and warriors. The leader couldn't help but think with relief that perhaps if he killed a few of the leaders, he could calm down this group of crazy civilians and make them return to their cowardly and docile appearance.

When unarmed ordinary people faced off against the warlock, huge casualties seemed inevitable - but one person rushed forward first, ignoring those arrogant light snakes as nothing, and with a single kick he knocked the leading judge to the ground.

"Listen to him fart!"

The other party skillfully tied the man up, stepped on the judge's head, and shouted, "If even the Inquisition no longer protects the glory of the God of Light, then we, the people of White Tower, will judge these traitors who have betrayed the light!"

Adrian's mouth twitched, and he saw the shadow chaser named Daniga winked at him proudly - if he remembered correctly, this guy was clearly a believer of the God of Night.

This was when the Shadow Chasers hidden in the crowd came in handy. They immediately took advantage of the chaos and incapacitated anyone who tried to attack civilians. In the end, the Judges were stripped of their weapons, their hands and feet tied, their mouths gagged with rags they'd found somewhere, and countless punches and kicks rained down on them.

Seeing that someone was about to die in the riot, students from the White Tower Youth Association finally stepped forward to stop the excited crowd.

Ivan Adrian, president of the White Tower Youth Association, announced publicly that from today onwards, the "White Tower Youth Association" would be officially renamed the "Trial Association". He stood on a high place and loudly read the "Trial Declaration" they had drafted overnight, stating that they would unswervingly defend justice and fairness, and would judge and cleanse all acts within the Vatican that infringed upon the rights of civilians and betrayed the will of the God of Light.

The crowd then poured into the Church of Light, and the Trial Association escorted these incapacitated priests and judges onto the platform and read out the crimes committed by these priests one by one in public.

"Death penalty!" someone shouted loudly from the audience, and soon the voices of approval became a chorus.

"Hang them!"

"Cut off their heads!"

Adrian saw the professor nod slightly at him, so he turned to look at the white-robed priests who were like cattle waiting to be slaughtered, and felt his voice trembling with excitement.

"Do you have anything else you want to say in your defense?"

Some began to cry and wail for mercy, while others began to curse them. However, the leading judge calmed down at this moment, staring at this group of ordinary civilians whom he had never seen before with an unusually cold gaze, as if he wanted to deeply imprint every face of theirs in his mind.

"You are finished." He said in a deep voice: "The light will curse you filthy blasphemers forever."

"You're finished."

Someone interrupted him, and the Judge met a pair of cold, smoky-gray eyes. He felt as if he were looking into a clear silver mirror, clearly reflecting his own soul, trembling with fear.

"Zephir, the God of Light and Glory, will not bless the despicable. Sinful souls will surely fall into the abyss, forever enduring the bite and torture of the devil..." The black-haired young man spoke each word with icy force, until he saw genuine, bone-chilling fear creep into the Judge's eyes. The other party actually truly believed in the God of Light and Glory, and truly feared the consequences of being spurned by the gods. "And you have damaged the light and humiliated the glory. Do you really think you can peacefully enter the arms of the light after death?"

In fact, compared to the tyranny and capriciousness of the Ocean God Odileus, the indulgence and debauchery of the Goddess of Lust Analene, the indifference and reclusiveness of the God of Night and Death Samuel, the teachings left by the God of Light and Glory Zephir, apart from his greed for power and fame and strong external aggression, appear to be the most normal and most in line with universal values. It is no wonder that this god has become a common belief on the continent of Ambrose.

But since the birth of religion, it was destined not to be a product that completely serves God.

Broken human necks were no different from slaughtered animals. The same dying struggles, the same screams of collapse, blood splattered directly onto the ceiling and stained windows of the Church of Light. The priest's honorable head flew out amid the exclamations and cheers of the onlookers, rolling several times on the floor, his eyes still wide open.

The person in charge of the execution was Daniga, who was in disguise. The students of White Tower University, who had almost never seen blood, had extremely ugly expressions on their faces. Some of them couldn't help but squat on the side and began to retch continuously, but Adrian always forced himself to stare at the scene in front of him. Lynching could never replace a fair trial. This was something he had to face.

Just when Adrian felt he was about to faint, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Mr. and Mrs. Mason standing in the crowd. The two of them were supporting each other, tears streaming down their faces. Mrs. Mason was holding the child's clothes in her hands. An invisible force suddenly supported him, and he felt his eyes begin to heat up.

The heads of the priests were chopped off one by one, and a thin layer of thick blood floated on the ground, leaving a foul stench under everyone's feet. Until only the youngest priest was left at the scene - he looked to be in his early twenties, and he was so scared that his whole body was limp, tears streaming down his face.

Adrian reviewed the documents he had and discovered that the only charge against this man was bribery. Otherwise, he was considered clean. Remembering the professor's instructions, he hesitated for a moment before loudly asking the townspeople for their opinions.

"Let him go!"

After the townspeople whispered to each other for a while, someone shouted, "He's just a child and hasn't done anything too bad. Let him go!"

So the members of the trial association held a simple impromptu meeting and decided not to sentence the other party to death after a show of hands. Daniga cut the ropes that bound the young priest and let him crawl away from the pulpit.

The sheriff arrived late at this time, lazily waving his stick to try to disperse the crowd. However, after seeing the bloody scene at the church door, they were all shocked. No one dared to step forward to stop it, let alone arrest the murderer. It was not until the crowd gradually left that they dared to tremble and enter the blood-stained church to bury the bodies of the dead priests.