Chapter three hundred and forty-fifth came to trial deliberately
It must be a very rare thing that can make Ange feel a strange aura. Ange alone can use the four elements of wind, fire, water and earth to cultivate magic, as well as the power of holy light and the aura of death.
He can also master dragon transformation and druid magic.
There are so many powerful people he knows, including high-level sword masters, arcane truth mage, space mystics, and even Lightning's darling, and there are almost no powers that he has never seen before.
However, the twelve or thirteen-year-old girl in front of him, with her hands tied and her eyes blindfolded, with a resigned expression on her face, had a power that was somewhat unfamiliar to Ange.
Moreover, this girl looks a bit familiar, as if I have seen her somewhere.
"Sir, we caught a witch. If she uses her power to glare at people, she will turn them into a beetroot, so we blindfolded her and asked you to judge her," said the victim who escorted her over.
"Pfft? Beetroot? Why do you turn people into beetroots? These ignorant guys are really good at talking nonsense." Nigris burst out laughing.
It is true that some people can turn others into another substance. For example, Ange's magical elemental transformation can turn soil into straw, but that requires the consumption of divine power.
The second is the advanced arcane sheep-transformation technique. The word "advanced" here is not "advanced".
In arcane magic, some magic cannot be cast by high levels. This kind of magic is collectively called "higher arcane magic". It requires a lot of deep understanding of matter, elements, space, power levels, etc. before it can be cast.
success.
For example, in the Sheep Transformation Technique, the caster must at least understand the structure of the sheep's body, the skeletal structure, and the distribution of the internal organs, otherwise what will be transformed will be just a lump of meat and hair.
Therefore, some people call arcane magic the magic closest to 'god', and its various magical techniques are astonishing. No one has ever dared to say that they have completely mastered arcane magic.
Even the mage of truth, Astoria, calls herself a "natural arcane" mage to the outside world, but cannot say that she is an "arcane" mage. At least she cannot change into sheep.
It can be seen that turning others into sheep or beetroots is a method that requires super power and extremely high skills. No one will easily use it on ordinary people, unless she has so much power that she can do it at will like Ange.
squander.
"It does look like a witch's method, but it just makes their mouths sticky, their eyeballs cloudy, and they spontaneously ignite and burst into flames. Why do they want to turn into beetroots? Does this beetroot have any meaning?" Duroken asked doubtfully.
Beetroot? Ange tilted his head and suddenly remembered something: "It's you."
He remembered who this girl was, the sister of the big-necked kid in the slums of Sunken Land, but she was only eight or nine years old, why was she eleven or twelve years old now?
When the blindfolded girl heard the sound, her face showed a look of shock. She struggled violently, broke away from those who were holding her, and pulled off the cloth covering her face.
After seeing Ange, the girl became excited: "Sir!"
It was indeed that little girl. After taking off the blindfold, Ange could recognize her more clearly. But how come she had grown so many years in less than a year?
You must know that girls develop most rapidly at the age of eight, nine and eleven or twelve. If adequate nutrition is ensured, the girl can change her appearance in one year. The girl in front of her is the same as she was in the Land of Sinking more than a year ago.
When I saw her, she looked completely different.
"Your brother?" Ange asked.
Speaking of her younger brother, the girl's eyes immediately turned red: "He's dead."
Ange tilted his head.
Possibly seeing Ange's doubts, the girl said: "I was sick and died of illness. Some people wanted to take away the body. I turned it into a beetroot. Then they arrested me and said I was a witch."
Nigris took a breath and cursed: "Damn it, Sabada, you deserve to be turned into a beetroot."
Duroken sighed leisurely: "It's better to die. They are all undead creatures, so there won't be so many bad things."
"Are they guilty?" Ange asked.
If it were anyone else, they might not understand what Ange meant. However, the girl had seen Ange judge others and shook her head: "No, they are just afraid of me."
The people around him breathed a long sigh of relief. From the moment Ange asked, 'It's you,' these people realized that they might have gotten into trouble. They actually arrested someone known to Mr. An? They quickly shrank aside in fear.
When Ange asked, "Are you guilty?", their hearts became even more anxious. Fortunately, the girl did not blame them, otherwise they would have been scared to death on the spot.
However, some people were still unconvinced. An old woman whispered: "Isn't this a witch's secret method of turning living people into beetroots? Just like witches turning people into mice."
Ange tilted his head, dug out a bag of grain, raised it to the sky, and instantly turned into bread and fell down.
The old woman was so frightened that she knelt down and said in a panic: "A miracle, it's a miracle, it's not a secret, it's a miracle."
Anthony walked over with a smile and waved his hand. The knights behind him rushed over and caught all these people. Anthony's voice resounded throughout the audience: "Everyone is very enthusiastic. This is worth encouraging, but you must remember"
At this point, Anthony's voice became extremely stern: "Judgement is a right possessed by God. He gives this right to those who can listen to His divine prophecies. To judge others indiscriminately without the ability is to offend the divine right."
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The legs of those who were arrested instantly became weak, and some of the timid ones were even scared to death. Oh my god, what a terrible crime it was to offend the divine authority.
Seeing that everyone was almost frightened, Anthony softened his tone and said, "For your first offense, I will whip you three times as punishment. Remember, don't judge others casually."
"If you want to listen to the oracles, you must first familiarize yourself with the Code of Divine Law, take the Code of Law exam, and obtain the qualifications of a Judgment Knight. Then you will transfer to the Holy Emblem Knight and serve as an intern at the Mobile Tribunal for three years to establish the correct laws.
Concept, only if you change your position as chief judge can you be qualified to judge others."
"Remember, don't judge others casually. God's authority is strictly forbidden and cannot be blasphemed! Okay, let's carry out the execution."
At the command, those who were arrested were whipped three times by the knights, causing them to cry and howl, and the onlookers who were not beaten were also frightened.
After getting closer, Nigris couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "Does your church's judgment have to be so strict? Then you just judged them, do you also have the qualifications of the chief judge?"
"Hehe." Anthony chuckled twice and quietly pulled out a badge, a shield, a small hammer, and a scepter.
"You have seen the Seal of Judgment, the Holy Emblem, the Hammer of the Inquisitor, the Bishop's Authority, and my papal scepter. You can take any test on all the holy scriptures of divine law. If I can't answer the answer, I will change my name to Negedoni."
." Anthony said.
Supada! He was pretending again. Nigris quickly changed the subject: "Why is this holy emblem a shield? Shouldn't it be called a Knight of the Holy Shield?"
"It's not the same thing." Anthony explained: "If there is anything bright in the church today, then the Knights of the Holy Emblem and the Mobile Tribunal may be the rare bright ones."
"This is a shield and a Holy Emblem. Its full name is the Holy Emblem of Justice (Shield). Every Judgment Knight who wants to transfer to the position of Chief Judge must first transfer to the Holy Emblem Knight and join the Mobile Tribunal to travel to remote areas.
, the mountain village and town circulated for three years to provide a fair verdict for everyone.”
"This is really too painful. I have been promoted through this route several times when I was reincarnated. Each time, two people would go into the wilderness to arbitrate various disputes for the villagers and common people who could not accept justice.
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"Sometimes I can't go to the city for a year or two. I have to wash and wear my underwear, but if they are rotten, I have nothing to wear. It's too painful to wander around naked. So as soon as the anti-electricity silk underwear came on the market, I bought a batch and delivered it to them.
Trial House, the knights of the Trial House are particularly kind to me now."
The acting pope of the Holy Church whispered to the ascetic monk An. Everyone thought they were talking about some important matter in the plane. Who would have thought that it was Anthony who was complaining.
While complaining, Ange followed the girl back to the shack where she originally lived, and found a young body from a waterlogged corner.
The shacks in the desert oasis and the city of Meishen in the north are dry, ventilated and comfortable shelters. The shacks in the south are simply a helpless move due to lack of materials. The humidity makes the ground easy to accumulate water, and insects and ants are everywhere. Living in such shacks
After a long time, I got sick all over the body.
The girl picked up her brother's body with a look of grief on her face: "Thank you, sir, for saving me. I hope I can bury my brother outside the camp."
Ange tilted his head in confusion, why should he be buried? Has he been dead for a long time?
An Ge took it and took a look, no, it was just a corpse. He had been dead for a few hours.
Ange sacrificed the holy light and smeared it on the corpse. After a moment of activation, he hit the rebirth spell on the heart. The little boy breathed desperately and woke up.
Everyone around saw this scene went crazy, including the girl, they all knelt down and started shouting. No one knew what they were shouting about, and no one knew what they should shout about.
Resurrection from the dead is such a miracle that not even the Church of Light dares to brag about casually. There is no precedent, and they don’t know what to shout about. In fact, there is a precedent, but what happened in the northern city of Loland a few days ago did not happen so quickly.
Pass it here.
Ange tilted his head, feeling that weird power in the girl's body again.
"What's your name?" After taking the girl and her brother out of the refugee camp, Ange took out Negris and the others.
"Lucy." The girl responded. It was a very common name. Among the common people, there were at least 3.3 out of ten people named Lucy John.
"Why..." Nigris gestured: "You have grown up so much all of a sudden?"
Lucy shook her head: "I don't know. After I turned that person into a beetroot, I felt myself changing. Have I grown up?"
Duroken took out the Midas touch, and a mirror appeared in front of Lucy. After the mirror appeared, Duroken asked: "Why did it become a beetroot? Instead of something else?"
Lucy glanced at Ange subconsciously, then blushed and said, "It's delicious."
Nigris understood immediately. It was probably the beetroot that Ange gave her that made her remember it so deeply that when she suddenly used this power, she changed into the thing that she remembered the most.
But what exactly is this power?
"I know a little about it." Duroken held his chin and said thoughtfully: "Witches are a very special phenomenon. According to the witch, this is called self-belief. I am my god and my power.
It comes from my belief.”
Nigris slapped his psoas muscle: "I understand."
"Do you understand? What do you understand?" Duroken asked curiously.
"Self-belief, one's own power comes from one's own belief. The divine fire was ignited by chance, but because of the same source of power, it has this weird aura. In essence, it is still the power of belief." Negris said.
Duroken shook his head: "Then why are there only witches and no wizards?"
"Hey, that's right, why are there only witches and no wizards?" Nigris was surprised.
The two looked at each other for a while, having no clue, so they had to put it aside for the time being.
"So in essence, witches are actually individuals with godhead? But because there are too few sources of belief, only themselves, so their power is not strong, and they are easily caught by others. Because her power is too weird, people are afraid of her, so they are used to it
Burn them to death?" Negris analyzed.
Du Luoken said: "This is a power at the level of belief. The Church of Light certainly does not want to see them, so it will judge them as heretics and burn them at the stake if caught."
"There used to be a lot of witches, but why are there almost none of them now?" Nigris said.
Duroken said: "If witches all have godhood, then they must be the target of the storm of faith. Maybe they all died that year, so the king asked the witches to be careful?"
"It makes sense, so why did another one suddenly appear now? It turned into a beetroot. This is a magical skill of element transformation." Negris said and turned his head, only to see an extra row of beetroots on the ground.
Ange led Lucy all the way, lifting up the soil on the ground along the way. When he lifted it up, there was an extra beetroot. Lucy was panting from exhaustion. Ange replenished her soul flame. Immediately Lucy became energetic again and inserted her hands into it.
In the soil, lift it up.
"Zobada! You can just test it. What are you doing with so many things? It's a waste of divine power." Nigris scolded.
Then he came to his senses: "Can she borrow your magical power?"
Ange nodded.
"Good guy, you can turn grain into bread and dirt into straw, and she can turn dirt into beetroots. You must be in the same group." Nigris said angrily.
At this time, Feti, wearing a scarecrow hat, looked like a middle-aged human to others, and Ange looked like a skeleton, raised his hand:
"I know that if witches suddenly appear again, it must be because some kind of power that gave birth to witches has reappeared."
Some kind of power? What power?
Just as he was about to continue the discussion, a loud voice suddenly came from outside: "Sir Anthony, the Grand Chief Judge of the Trial Hall, Carlock would like to say hello to you. We have received news that a witch has appeared here. By arbitration,
God ordered us to come here specifically to judge.”