There was a rough friction between the fingers. Under the scorching sun, Chao Yan held Su Ming'an's hand and raised the sword. A long oblique shadow was drawn behind him, fluttering, fluttering, as if a myth had been added to him, and he could really hear the sound of angel wings flapping.
Asagao's duty is to be the right wing of the old gods, that is, to judge good and evil.
The blade is raised - this sword is the one Chao Yan obtained in the Second World game. The wings on both ends of the hilt are raised, and the sword body is gold and white, which can cut mountains and seas.
"——It's all because of you! It's because of you!" Perhaps because he was going to die, the man raised his head and looked directly into Su Ming'an's eyes, daring to look the gods in the eye: "——It's all because of you... I was separated from my family. It's all because you casually praised the flowers in my house - I was forced to grow flowers, and they would do anything to please you! I was so angry, I, what's wrong with me saying a few words... Do I deserve to die!?"
The dust of the times is like a mountain when it falls on everyone.
A casual glance from the god is like a burning fire when it falls on everyone.
Su Ming'an casually praised the flowers, which was regarded as an imperial decree in the eyes of the generals. In order to make him happy, without his orders, it was natural that the person who cultivated such beautiful flowers would have to associate with flowers for the rest of his life, just to cultivate flowers that would be more pleasing to the gods, showing the local people's attitude of obeying the gods.
The man was forced to be a gardener. He did not dare to object, so he did something even more wrong. He was used to making rumors, so it was okay to say a few words about the gods. He began to lose control of his mouth and poured out his depression and malice to the people around him. Who would have thought that in exchange for greater achievements, someone would offer up his rumors.
No one had done anything seriously wrong. Su Mingan's praise was not wrong, the locals' arranging the work was wrong, and the man's private rumors were wrong, but they were not fatal mistakes. But when they were exposed, they were fatal mistakes that had to be judged.
Do not slander the gods.
Do not incite the masses.
Do not despise the law.
If he is let off, everyone from now on can slander the gods for personal reasons.
Then the angel spread its pure white wings. Flutter, flutter. Like the most holy, most just, most representative of peace white dove, it soared high into the flawless sky.
The holy sword slashed down.
“Swish!”
There was a kind of enthusiasm in people's eyes that was unfamiliar to Su Mingan. They were cheering for this trial. It was a kind of enthusiasm that advocated justice, expressed itself passionately in the group without concealment, and spread rapidly like a disease. People who were still talking loudly yesterday, crawled on the stage like ants and knelt on the ground to beg for mercy today. This sharp contrast was enough to give the onlookers a sense of pleasure.
The cycle of judgment and hatred continues endlessly.
Under Chao Yan's guidance, Su Ming'an slashed with his sword, one sword after another. Most of these criminals were guilty of incitement. Most of them deserved death, and a few did not deserve death, but in this special environment where the Ark had just set sail - there was no room for any internal incitement, and all were severely punished.
"Lord God!" "Lord God!" "Lord God!"
He heard cheers.
Everyone stared at the trial intently, expecting the arrival of absolute rationality. Chao Yan also remained expressionless, holding his hand, without any mercy or hesitation, beheading the sinners who were angry, sad, desperate, or loudly saying that they had several children.
Regardless of age, gender, or identity.
This is different from Su Mingan's solo trial.
When he was judging alone, he could slowly think about whether these people deserved to die, and whether he could reduce their punishment. But now it was different, it was Chao Yan who led him, and he didn't need to think or consider. He seemed to have become just a cold and hard sword, a stone statue representing the old gods, catering to the charges one by one, and constantly, constantly... slashing down.
He knew the last sinner.
When Xinyue walked onto the stage, everyone fell silent - who would have thought that the manager could also become a sinner on the trial stand.
The rose-red-haired woman smiled, her fingers curling the loose hair, her hands painted with pink nail polish were white and delicate. She did not kneel down under pressure, nor did she beg and cry, but just stood quietly... like a stone pile.
The angel pronounced her sentence:
"——The Eighth Manager Xinyue. You accidentally recovered your memory during a time travel. You deliberately approached the High-Dimensional Being Dieying and conspired with Him for a long time. Do you have any objection to this matter?"
For the host, Chaoyan will ask an additional question about the purpose of the behavior.
Xinyue's eyes stayed on Su Ming'an. Wearing thick-soled shoes, Chaoyan was slightly taller than him, and her arm was on top of his, as if she was hugging him from behind and holding the sword.
"...I didn't refute it. It's irrefutable." Xinyue smiled:
"I was tired by then and I didn't want to obey fate, so I deviated from the fixed route. It was indeed my fault, and I have nothing to say. Do it."
Chaoyan's finger joints were slightly bent, and Su Mingan felt his hand bones being tightened.
She didn't say anything, but he seemed to understand and raised the sword slightly.
"We can't be sure whether you have been bewitched by the overlapping shadows. Considering your previous achievements, I will give you two choices." Chao Yan said: "First, die, but before you die, I will help you store your life hard drive so that you can reincarnate smoothly. Second, stay in the Holy City for the rest of your life and don't interfere in anything."
"Is there any other choice?" Xinyue suddenly laughed, with a look of relief on her face: "Let me... not be resurrected again, and not... live anymore."
She is tired.
Life after life, reincarnation after reincarnation... It's a blessing, but it's also a curse. A curse... one that can't be escaped even by death. She has no problem with anyone, but she is tired of living, so she took the initiative to commit a crime.
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