Everyone was stunned, and they all turned to look at the taciturn acting pope.
Among all the people mentioned here is Yun Wei.
He had spoken with Allen as early as the first day after the meeting.
The other party told him that, as instructed by Dilis, they had personally conducted the interrogation of the former pope using holy flame.
This was something that sounded incredibly heartbreaking, and Yun Wei didn't know the specifics of the conflict between the two, so he didn't ask any further questions.
What he cared about most was the date of the trial.
This was a trial that lasted a full thirteen days.
The two compared the times and ultimately discovered that it was almost at the exact moment "Joshua" breathed his last—
The black snow over Reston Territory stopped.
Therefore, he naturally deduced that it was Dilis, who had returned to the Kingdom of God, who stopped the abyss from wreaking havoc.
But seeing Allen's gloomy expression, he didn't bother him any further.
In the following meetings, Allen sat there silently.
Yun Wei originally thought that the participation of the Holy Church of Radiance in this meeting was just a formality. Regardless of whether Allen stood up or not, Dilis, as a god who was irreconcilable with the Abyss, would naturally stand on the side of the Continent of Elements.
But he never expected that His Majesty had secretly reached some kind of agreement with Allen.
Allen stood up, his monk's robes fluttering, his eyes closed, and his left palm pressed against his chest.
Behind him, platinum-gold divine runes emerged from the void. Because they were so close, Yun Wei, after struggling to decipher them, guessed that they meant:
I received the Holy Spirit.
He put his index and middle fingers together and touched his forehead.
In that instant, even more divine runes appeared in the void, solemn and majestic.
[Because of the father].
"I saw a well, and next to it stood a maple tree... The maple tree was easy to spot because it had black markings on it, like it had been smoked, two horizontal and one vertical. It was on a snowy day..."
He seemed to be in a state of delirium, and no one could understand what he was saying.
Grand Duke Crimson Maple, who was nearby, cleared his throat and said, "Your Holiness, we are still in a meeting. You may go to the temple to pray to the Lord of Light later."
But Allen seemed not to hear, his fingertips tracing a straight line from his forehead down to his chest.
【及子】.
He continued, “The snow was very thick. Two boys got tired of playing and came to the well… They were brothers, the older brother was tall and thin, while the younger brother was shorter… But they were still easy to tell apart because the younger brother had a boil on the bridge of his nose.”
There was a moment of silence in the conference room after these words were spoken.
The reason was simple: everyone present knew that Grand Duke Chifeng did indeed have an ugly boil hanging between his eyes. Recalling the maple tree Allen had mentioned earlier, some people had already glanced furtively at the somber-faced Grand Duke Chifeng.
As expected, Grand Duke Chifeng immediately stood up, his expression displeased, and said, "Your Majesty Allen, what exactly are you trying to say? Although this is not the imperial court, His Majesty is still watching!"
However, his emperor merely pointed a finger and fell silent, his expression growing increasingly ferocious.
【及圣】.
Allen's fingertip was already pointing to his right shoulder. "The younger brother wanted to drink water, so the older brother took off his gloves and handed them to his younger brother, and used his palm to sweep away the snow pile on the manhole cover... He lifted the manhole cover and began to pull the bucket below."
“‘Nikita, wait a little longer, it’ll be ready soon,’ he said. But the rope was also frozen, and things were clearly not going so smoothly, so he had to kneel on the stone slabs at the wellhead—”
At this point, Allen paused, then his two fingers, which were pressed together, suddenly pointed to the left and landed steadily on his left shoulder.
His movements were so fast that at first glance it looked like he was slitting his own throat.
Many people gasped in shock; they had no doubt foreseen the brother's pitiful future from the earlier narration.
Yun Wei saw that as Allen's cross drawing came to an end, the divine runes that had emerged from the void shone to their fullest extent, and the last text that appeared read:
In the name of God.
"Yes, as you all have seen, my brother was pushed into the well."
"He was stuck headfirst in the shaft where he couldn't turn around. The ice needles on the rope blinded his left eye. He struggled and shouted, with half of his head submerged in the icy water. He had to keep struggling to keep his mouth and nose above water."
“The scene that followed was too chaotic,” Allen said, his right hand hanging down naturally, while his left palm covered his left eye, as if imitating his brother’s posture. “No matter how he turned his head, he couldn’t see the well opening, but then the light dimmed.”
"Something fell and hit him in the face, making him choke on a lot of water... It was a glove, the glove he had just taken off himself."
"Then came a tremendous, muffled thud, and the manhole cover was put back on. Without a doubt, it was Nikita who put it back on."
"I don't want to describe the scene that followed any further. Because from the moment he decided to come to the well alone with his brother, his death was already inevitable."
"Your Majesty, this is a murder, and the culprit is sitting right among us." As he said this, Allen opened his eyes, and a golden halo appeared around the edge of his amber pupils, as if the illusion he had just seen was real.
Almost all the nobles present from the Red Moon Kingdom knew that the nickname of Grand Duke Chifeng was Nikita, but they did not know that this highly respected and powerful noble leader actually had an older brother.
An older brother who should have received the title of Duke of Red Maple.
However, they all fell silent, without prior arrangement.
No one dared to respond to such accusations.
Because of that tacit, unspeakable reason.
Catherine raised her chin and gestured towards the side of Grand Duke Chifeng, who was still struggling, "Laguchi, you and Grand Duke Chifeng are the closest of friends, what are your thoughts on this?"
The Duke of Florence, who was suddenly called out, shuddered, unsure of where to look.
He dared not look at the cryptic bishop, nor at His Majesty who clearly knew something, so he could only look at his former colleagues, feeling a sense of shared sorrow, and foreseeing his own fate.
He forced a denial, saying, "Your Majesty, in my opinion, it is unheard of for a priest to judge a case based on mere words... Such a practice is too childish and would damage Your Majesty's divine authority."
Catherine remained noncommittal, then looked at Allen again, "Your Majesty Allen, please continue."
Allen nodded, and under the despairing gaze of the Grand Duke of Florence, continued, "What I want to say is not just what I just said."
In fact, he sensed it the moment he first stepped into the conference room.
The souls of these people are pitch black, like a trail of shadows, covered with countless, overwhelming sins.
At that time, he was in a daze, still immersed in the guilt and pain of having "killed" his favorite person with his own hands.
In fact, he was already bewildered when he stood in the Upper Lafra Monastery and unleashed the first holy flame at Joshua, who was smiling at him from the stake.
Almost everyone was cheering, but he was filled with pain.
This is a divine pain detached from the flesh, for the sin that no one can ever be redeemed from.
This was the pain he knew all too well yet willingly endured, and it was the punishment that Dilis had inflicted upon him.
He was lost in the concept of "faith" itself, beyond his control.
This was a revolutionary test, and he lost at the starting line. He should have succumbed to that long-standing, meaningless worship.
But when he sat in this hall of sin filled with wicked people, listening to the evil ones smugly and arrogantly deciding the future of all living beings, he finally became angry.
Anger is, of course, a sin.
It is one of the seven deadly sins recorded in the Holy Scriptures.
But because of the sin in his heart, he saw the path of humanity clearly again.
Even if there are no gods to serve him, he still vows to judge all injustice and unfairness in the world in the name of God!
He vowed to expose the evil and clear the wrongs.
He vowed to restore the radiance to its sanctity, and to write love on white silk.
"In fact, you may not know that when we priests hold the Sacrament of Communion, we see many bizarre lights and shadows. Former popes said that these are temptations put on our hearts by the devil, and are just illusions."
“But I think that’s not the case. This is clearly something that happened before, something that was destined to happen at some time, in some corner, and unknown to anyone, even if you try your best to cover it up.”
He kept rambling on, and the emperor, who was usually extremely strict with nonsense, was showing unusual patience at this moment.
Although only Allen was speaking, a commotion visibly broke out in the conference room.
Anxiety and panic are like invisible ripples, gradually spreading and infecting from countless sources.
"It's quite a coincidence that I once saw a scene in a secret contract that was related to the story I just told. The well was quickly sealed with molten lead, but the well pulley was removed and sent to the royal palace in Moonflower City."
“There it is,” he pointed to an open space, “a red-haired king, in the presence of young Nikita, put that well pulley into the box. As for the box…”
Before Allen could finish his explanation, the Grand Duke of Florence immediately stood up. "Insolence! This is a very serious and important meeting, not a pedestal for you to spout nonsense and make baseless accusations!"
Before he could finish speaking, Grand Duke Qingfeng also stood up. "Your Majesty, I find His Excellency Allen's words to be utterly absurd and distorted, completely deviating from the sacred laws and precepts of the Glorious Scripture! I humbly request that he be identified as a heretic!"
With these two grand dukes leading the charge, the other dukes, earls, and barons in the Red Moon Kingdom also stood up in high spirits, vying to denounce Allen's fallacies and heresies.
"Roar!" Elnino, who was being held in Allen's arms, also roared.
Someone immediately shouted, "Look, what kind of child yells like that? He must be holding a monster!"
Immediately, others began to echo, "Protect the Lord of Glory! Alas! Someone has usurped your altar!"
The once orderly meeting room suddenly descended into chaos, as if something sensitive had been touched.
Catherine and Yunwei sat there expressionless.
They were completely at ease, their eyes filled with disdain.
It's worth noting that these high-ranking and powerful people go to church quite frequently.
At least on the surface, they were all the most loyal followers of Dilis.
As a result, under the "holy" wrath of these devout believers, Bishop Nicholas, who had been dozing in a corner, was inexplicably dragged to the front of the hall.
“The most authoritative cardinal of the Red Moon Kingdom, it’s your turn to defend the Lord of Glory!” they clamored in unison.
Just by watching their performance, anyone would think that what they say is true.
The old bishop, who was completely disoriented by the noise, opened his eyes in a daze, only to be met with a pair of shimmering silver threads.
Richard watched the absurd scene unfolding in the human world with great interest, unable to stop adding fuel to the fire, "Are you all blind? Can't you even see the black mark of the traitor on this old man's neck?"
He enthusiastically became the child in the fairy tale who could point out that the emperor's new clothes were nothing but air.
Xie Mulang quickly covered the mouth of her exceptionally vengeful Mr. Long.
There are too many people in this hall, please don't offend them!
However, the imposing nobles had no time to concern themselves with such trivial matters.
The most urgent task is to stop that unruly priest from continuing.
Cardinal Nicholas was their only hope.
Both of them are level seven apostles...
Bishop Nicholas looks so dignified and old; surely he won't disappoint them?
However, Nicholas, who had finally figured out the situation, was now in a difficult position.
He regretted coming to the conference room to join in the fun, all for the sake of momentary vanity.
He himself was a priest, so he could clearly see the vast ocean waves surrounding Allen—that was the unreasonable favor bestowed upon him by Dilis!
Not to mention the fanatical devotion emanating from the other party himself.
That light was so bright that just one glance at it made your eyes sting and almost blind you.
In contrast, he himself was surrounded by only a thin layer of faith, like a candle flickering in the wind, which could be extinguished at any moment.
This was the last vestige of conscience he had scavenged from the souls of the believers behind him.
"May the Lord of Glory protect you!" Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the old bishop, his face wrinkled like a chrysanthemum, openly turned against them, saying, "You are all ridiculous! 'The Pope is never wrong' is an important doctrine of our Glory Church."
In other words, anything the Pope says about faith is absolutely correct.
“I can attest that His Majesty Allen’s claim about the ‘Secret Contract’ is indeed true.” As he said this, he finally managed to salvage what little dignity a Level 7 professional still had and stood behind Allen with utmost deference.
The Grand Duke of Qingfeng and the Grand Duke of Florence, who had originally gone all in, simply couldn't understand why Nicholas, who had always been complicit in corruption, was so easily defeated.
The other party is clearly ambitious and has always wanted to sit on the papacy!
Their faces immediately darkened, and they were about to remind each other that they also had evidence to restrain each other when Nicholas suddenly opened the sacred scroll in his hand, and a brilliant white light fell down.
This is a level six divine spell, "Silent Prayer".
In praising the gods, all other noises are naturally discarded.
The meeting room was finally quiet.
“Allen, continue.” Catherine clapped her hands, completely ignoring the despairing looks on the faces of her vassals and their vassals, and encouraged them calmly.
“I have nothing more to say. The box and its contents… have been completely destroyed.” Allen said, then sat down.
At that moment, more than half of the nobles in the hall breathed a sigh of relief.
Catherine hadn't expected things to turn out this way.
She could guess with her eyes closed that this was definitely the work of her reckless and impulsive grandson.
But she only paused for a moment before instructing Nie Bo to bring the spies sent to Chifeng Territory into the hall.
However, as soon as she opened her mouth, she felt a clear magical fluctuation emanating from her side.
A flash of grayish-white light appeared, and a well pulley the size of a bench appeared right in front of everyone.
The well pulley clattered and rolled to the feet of Grand Duke Chifeng. The old duke, who had been struggling and resisting in the wind curtain, must have seen some terrible sight. He instantly collapsed to the ground, and a foul-smelling liquid seeped out from beneath him.
That's not all.
Beneath Yun Wei's palm, the gray light flashed faster and faster, and a continuous stream of dazzling yet unrelated objects appeared.
A comb with broken teeth, a brooch missing half a rhinestone, a dagger with its sealing wax peeled off, a hairband around the neck, a fruit pit that has changed color...
It quickly piled up like a mountain.
Amidst the stark white bones, he exuded an aura of righteousness.
Cold sweat poured down their backs; who knew who had lost their courage?
"Actually, according to the current rules of the Zhuyuan Continent, if a person dies, their soul fire will temporarily reside in the plane of the dead." Because his voice was hoarse, he didn't want to say too much. "In short, there will be retribution."
The entire hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
But Allen, who had just sat down, stood up again, his expression solemn, and said, "By the way, I have something very important to announce—"
"Necromancers are definitely not enemies of the gods."
"Moreover, this was said by the gods themselves."
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