Hearing this, Ariel was startled and opened his eyes.
Seeing the silver-haired woman taking a step forward, he couldn't help but hold his breath, and his heart was in his throat.
He didn't know what the other party planned to do.
But as a member of the Dark Temple, in such a situation, it is his instinct to cooperate with the opponent unconditionally.
"Oh? Miss Isabella, have you finally decided to tell the secret?" A playful smile appeared on the face of the referee Solan, "It seems that I guessed it right. You people from the Dark Temple really care about it.
My own companion
"Look at you, I played hundreds of 'little games' with you before, but you refused to speak. Now as soon as this fat man comes in, you are eager to tell me!"
Hearing these joking words, the silver-haired woman frowned slightly and her expression looked even colder.
"I've told you countless times, I'm not a saint from the Dark Temple at all, and I don't know any damn secrets," she said angrily, "I'm standing here now, and I just want to tell you one more time.
, you have been deceived by those people from the Dark Temple for two years, and you still refuse to repent."
"Okay, that's enough," Judge Sauron raised his hand and interrupted what she was saying, "Next, you will definitely continue to say as before, the people of the Dark Temple are proficient in illusions and turned you into them
She looked like a saint and was sent here to serve as a scapegoat. Am I right?"
"Yes," the silver-haired woman snorted, "This is an obvious fact."
Referee Solon laughed loudly, and the laughter was full of ridicule.
"Dear Miss Saint," he said with a smile, "Now that we are under the 'Holy Light Array', any power that has nothing to do with the goddess will be completely suppressed.
"Don't talk about any illusions. Even your god of darkness's divine magic cannot be used here. You'd better give up and tell your secrets honestly, and I'll let you die happily."
"..."
Ariel stood aside quietly, listening to the conversation between the two people, and felt that there was something strange in it.
In his opinion, this "saint" looked particularly angry and spoke in a very impulsive tone. She seemed to be trying every means to distance herself from the relationship with the Dark Temple and to be frank with the previous saint, Ms. Camili.
The calm and elegant style of doing things is completely different, and it does not have the dignified temperament that a saint should have.
"I really feel sorry for Ms. Camili to teach such a student..." Ariel sighed silently in his heart.
However, just as he recalled the previous saints in his mind, he suddenly realized something important
That is, like the high priest and Ariel himself, every saint of the Dark Temple possesses the divine power of the Dark God and possesses a unique ability bestowed by the god.
The special ability of the previous Saint Camille was exactly "illusion".
With this ability, she can freely change her own appearance and that of others, create false illusions, confuse everyone, and cover up the truth with illusions.
As the students of the previous generation of saints, this generation of saints is likely to have similar abilities.
Thinking of this, Ariel couldn't help but make a bold guess in his mind.
Is the silver-haired woman standing in the hall at this moment, confronting Judge Sauron sharply, really the saint of the Dark Temple? Or is it true, as she said, that she is just a poor scapegoat who has been tricked by illusions?
But...if that's the case, why is her illusion unaffected by the "Holy Light Array"?
Ariel suddenly felt a severe headache.
After all, the complexity of this matter was far beyond his understanding.
However, at this moment, Chief Judge Sauron's words brought Ariel's mind back to reality.
I heard him raise his voice and say: "Miss Saint, since you are still stubborn and trying to make excuses, I won't be polite. The fate of this fat man will be your fate next, and it will be the fate of you heretics in the Dark Temple."
What will happen to us in the future."
After he finished speaking, he pointed at Ariel lightly.
A ray of milky white light fell on Ariel's body.
Ariel had no time to dodge, and could only watch the light fall on top of his head, and then merge into his mind.
Suddenly, from his sight, the dark and gloomy hall of the Northern Tribunal disappeared.
Instead, there is the vast expanse of the Arctic ice sheet.
Looking at it at this moment, Ariel seemed to feel that he was standing on the vast ocean, and those rolling mountains were the rolling waves of the ocean.
Unknowingly, he heard the rain of horse hooves and thunderous shouts, echoing endlessly on the vast ice field.
This mournful rhythm seems to be mixed with the unfinished last words of the previous high priest before his death, the painful groans of the Dark Temple soldiers when they were seriously injured, and the elegy of mourning their companions in the raging fire.
, and the wasted years that Ariel regrets endlessly...
"No, don't..." He heard his own voice pleading.
He knew it was all an illusion.
But it was this kind of hallucination that got into his mind, tore open his scars, and made the memories he least wanted to think of, the pain that he tried to anesthetize with alcohol day and night, bloody and naked once again.
in front of him.
When he woke up, he found that his knees were weak, his whole body was weak, and he collapsed in the corner; his expression was distorted, there were painful tears in his eyes, and his hands were covering his heart, as if he was on the verge of collapse at any time.
"It seems like you haven't had an easy life living in secret all these years!"
Referee Sauron looked down at him from a high position, with a smile of unknown meaning still hanging on his lips.
Ariel ignored him.
He silently turned his gaze to the silver-haired woman, and saw that her expression was still as cold as before, as if she was completely indifferent to the pain and torture he was suffering at the moment. She did not look like a member of the Dark Temple at all, but more like an outsider who took pleasure in others' misfortune.
.
As a result, Ariel felt certain that the silver-haired woman in front of him might not be a real saint.
Referee Sauron's eyes did not stay on Ariel for long. Soon, he looked at the silver-haired woman on the other side of the hall again and asked with a smile:
"Miss Saint, have you decided to confess to me now?"
However, as soon as he finished speaking, before he could get the answer he wanted, he suddenly felt the whole hall shake suddenly, as if there was an earthquake.
Ariel also felt this sudden shock, and was surprised and happy: "Is this the messenger's rescue plan?"
But what surprised him even more was yet to come.
It was too late, but it was too late. While everyone was still distracted, a jailer guarding the gate suddenly stepped forward, took out a dagger from his arms, and pierced the expression.
The heart of an indifferent silver-haired woman.
Suddenly, the silver-haired woman's dress was dyed red by the hot blood, and then she fell limply to the ground, breathless.
This sudden reversal left Ariel stunned on the spot, unable to believe his eyes.
She...she actually died like that?
However, at this moment, the jailer holding the dagger suddenly turned his head and shouted to Ariel: