Above Destiny

Chapter 515 Don’t worry, just play with him!
At this moment, letters of denunciation scattered on the table like flowers from heaven. Amid the crisp sounds, everyone's face turned pale.

Like falling into an ice cave.

It was as if I had woken up from a complacent dream and realized the horrifying reality before me, and even saw an even more terrifying future.

"You all really have unique skills."

Idra grinned and sneered: "Speak up, why aren't you talking? Didn't you speak very loudly just now? Let me see, who has anything else to say that will shock the people? What injustices and inequalities do you want to accuse?"

"Holy Saint, have mercy!"

Amidst a series of kneeling sounds, figures trembled and crawled on the ground, unable to speak. At this moment, only the embarrassment and wailing of crying were left.

Fully expressing the incredible fear and even the regret of being kept in the dark.

How much of it is acting and how much is sincerity?
Idra lowered her eyes and looked at him indifferently.

Know well.

Just like a tulip bulb can be auctioned for an incredible price, an ordinary thing can also climb to a peak that ordinary people can hardly reach under the push of waves... But are those participants really stupid? Or, have they really never seen this long-foreseen future?
They just feel that when they fall, they will not exist, that's all.

In this farce, everyone is equally "smart", to the point of being just the right amount of "stupid".

The heroic and in-control demeanor when successful and the ignorance and regret of being deceived when failing are just alternative masks.

They always have a choice, and can even adapt to the situation and choose both sides.

After all, it is just stupidity, just ignorance, just luck, just a momentary mistake... We all know that as long as our hearts are good and our starting point is good, the cult will definitely not be too harsh.

It is true.

Everyone knows that the cult is magnanimous... and that is why they are so self-righteous and commit such great evil!

Being lazy about divine things and scorning the divine grace.

The ordinary holy seal in Idra's hand had been deformed. Looking at the trash in front of him, he just wanted to throw them into the prison one by one and burn them to ashes!

But no matter how furious he was, he never lost his temper and could only grit his teeth and endure it.

At this critical juncture, clearing out this bunch of rubbish would only cause the Eastern Diocese to fall into even greater chaos...

It can only be settled slowly afterwards.

The most urgent task is to first eliminate all believers who have used the holy seal and never let the poison spread!
"You, you, you, and you—"

He raised his hand without even looking at them, and pointed at the four chief priests at random: "Behead them, throw them into the border prison, and burn them for a hundred years."

The face of the high priest who was being pointed at turned paler and paler. He had never expected such a severe punishment. One of them, who had nothing to do with the incident, screamed and was about to speak, but was pinned down by the angel. Then, his head was chopped off and thrown into a red-hot box, joining the two unlucky guys who were late.

In an instant, half of the conference room was empty.

The chief priests kneeling on the ground were sweating profusely and trembling with fear.

Instead, the archbishop breathed a sigh of relief while sweating and trembling - since the saint did not deal with everyone in one breath, it meant that there was still room for things to turn around, and he still had a chance to redeem himself.

Then he heard what the saint did to him.

"You will be confiscated of the honor of an audience, stripped of your crown, and exiled for fifty years."

Idra said indifferently, "Considering the current critical situation, I will allow you to make meritorious contributions while serving your sentence and postpone your punishment. I will make another judgment after this matter is over."

The archbishop kowtowed suddenly, with such force that his head was broken and bleeding, and he almost laughed out loud in surprise... It is good to make amends for one's crime, to make amends for one's crime, even if one will be dealt with after this matter is over, as long as one has not made any mistakes, at least one's crime will be reduced!
Death penalty changed to suspended death penalty!
Even if the consequences are still embarrassing, it is at least much better than being directly punished.

But then, a heart-wrenching pain burst out from my chest.

He groaned and almost screamed, but held it back.

"Death penalty can be avoided, but living crime cannot be avoided."

Idra lowered his eyes with contempt, glancing at the foolish look of someone who had escaped a disaster, and flicked his hand casually. A spark fell into the archbishop's body, turning into flames, silently burning his internal organs and causing pain.

Once the fire of the border hell is ignited, it will never be extinguished unless forgiven by divine grace.

The archbishop was trembling and sweating profusely. He tried his best to suppress the urge to scream, and he kowtowed repeatedly to thank the saint for his magnanimity.

The rest were almost all dealt with to varying degrees, but some were allowed to make meritorious contributions while serving their sentences.

After the disposal was completed, the archbishop mustered up the courage to ask: "If the vacant church is left unattended, chaos will surely occur. May I ask how the saint will deal with it?"

"Sobra, you take over."

Idra casually stretched out his hand and pointed at the only old high priest who did not participate in the Holy Seal incident, but called out his name accurately.

For a moment, the dazed old priest could hardly react. Then, he kowtowed in ecstasy, praising the Holy Spirit and the mercy of the saints. He accepted this test and vowed to show his determination not to bring shame to the order.

During the brief silence, the archbishop couldn't help but take a look at that guy, barely able to suppress his jealousy.

I'm afraid that after this matter is over, it will probably be Sobra who will take my place. After realizing what was happening, the other high priests looked at the old high priest Sobra with eyes that instantly became more intimate. They were already thinking about how to join him and begging him to say a few good words for them. The saint didn't have the patience to understand the thoughts of the ants and insects, and his eyes finally fell on the high priest who first made a deal with the resistance camp.

There was no need to even ask questions, the terrified high priest confessed everything clearly, tears streaming down his face, regretting his actions. He thought it was because the people in the resistance camp were too cunning that he was controlled by them and made mistakes without paying attention. He only hoped that the saints would show mercy and give him a chance to redeem himself by making meritorious contributions since his starting point was good.

Not long after, the Holy Envoy of the Imperial Guards pushed open the door and reported, "Your Majesty, the distribution channels of the Holy Seal in the city have been basically investigated. Shall we start immediately?"

"Not urgent."

Idra smiled coldly: "Those guys who are hiding their heads and showing their tails must be killed with one strike. If we move too much, they will just scatter...

There is about a month left, let me play with these heretics!"

He waved his hand, signaling other unrelated people to get out, and after arresting the high priest who was crying and shouting to redeem himself by meritorious service and putting him in jail, he turned around and looked out the window.

Outside the Cathedral of Sacrifice, the believers gathered there and shouted and cheered fanatically. They didn't even know what was happening. At this moment, they were gathered in the big square with great enthusiasm, crying bitterly and showing their piety and desire for blessings.

Ascetics swung their whips again and again, whipping themselves until they were covered in blood. Some even lit bonfires and threw their offspring into the flames as burnt offerings...

All these chaos are so upsetting!
In the end, most of them will be cleared out as sinners anyway, so why can't we just wait quietly and have less trouble? !

But as a saint, I cannot come forward to rebuke it.

Noticing his frown, the guards suddenly turned serious and said, "Your Majesty, do you want me to drive them away?"

"Don't worry about it."

Idra withdrew his gaze indifferently: "Let's go back to the Holy Hall and rest first."

Soon, the sacred door in the center of the magnificent and solemn Cathedral of Sacrifice opened again with a loud roar, and the believers outside became more and more ecstatic, shouting and calling.

Idra glanced at it coldly, retracted his gaze, and walked up the steps towards the magnificent frame.

But at that moment, his movements paused for a moment.

He looked up in surprise at the cheering believers at the bottom of the stairs. Among the crowd, there were only two figures who had not knelt down to worship.

Such an overstepping of authority!

One of them was tall, like a giant, and his hands exposed outside his robe had a faint iron glow.

There was another one who was petite, like a young girl, yawning impatiently and complaining about something.

"..."

In the brief silence, the tall man lowered his head, his lips moved under the hood, and he said something to the person next to him.

At that moment, the girl seemed to laugh silently.

Then, he reached out, lifted the hood, and showed Idra the face that had been printed on countless wanted posters.

Oops…

Idra's pupils shrank instantly, and he subconsciously took a step back.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

Thunder erupted from the crowd, the roar spread, swept across, and tore countless eardrums. Wild winds and waves roared out.

And then, a sharp and hair-raising sound burst out from the highest point of the cathedral!
It's like steel rubbing against steel.

So jarring.

It's a spear!
A humming spear had been wedged into the iron and stone, piercing the sacred door of the Great Cathedral of Sacrifice like a nail.

A worthless body was hanging there, buzzing.

Tick, tick, tick...

The sticky blood slowly seeped from the pierced body, flowing down along the gorgeous reliefs above the gate, dyeing large areas of the sacred statues scarlet.

—Saint, Idra!
Dead silence. In the sudden dead silence, everyone seemed to have forgotten to breathe.

Staring blankly at the scene in front of him.

Until the first scream broke out from the crowd, and then the shouts of fear and shock grew rapidly like a tide, spreading in all directions and drowning everything.

People cried bitterly, fled in fear, and stood there in a daze. The crowded square instantly turned into a pot of chaos. Amid the fleeing crowd, Ji Jue finally reached out and took off the hood on his head.

Staring at the scene ahead.

A sigh.

It is really a feast for the eyes!

(End of this chapter)