CH 135

Rode's right hand suddenly pulled outward, breaking the string of his soul.

Greygrove's massive body collapsed to the ground like a broken puppet.

A light gray dust rose from his body and entered Rode's body like a thin thread.

A line of small characters flashed through his eyes.

[Siglai Greygrove's soul]

Good!

Rode smiled.

I finally killed this disgusting worm!

Public execution!

If his companions who were killed by him knew about the way he died, they should be able to rest in peace.

Hmph.

So what if you can talk big? You were still killed by me!

"Soul Strike" is the true divine technique. As long as I strike, there is no one I can't kill.

The power of the [Soul Energy Quintet] still didn't meet expectations. Maybe Green Feather was right. His method of using it was flawed, and the soul energy was too weak, only at the second level.

In the Hall of Judgment.

A deathly silence lasted for several seconds before a huge commotion erupted.

"He killed someone!"

"He killed him!"

The people on the judgment seat stood up in shock.

These high-ranking figures couldn't believe their eyes.

In the main hall of the court, one defendant actually killed another defendant in front of everyone.

This was unheard of.

Whether it was the bishop of the Holy Church, the governor of the Royal City Government Hall, or the chief judges of the Internal Affairs Adjudication, they were all shocked.

The king's envoy also stood up and activated his spiritual vision.

In his line of sight, Greygrove's soul had already dissipated.

This meant that he was completely dead, and there was no way to save him no matter what method was used.

This newborn student, who was like a baby in their eyes, actually killed a high-ranking combatant with a single blow?

No one dared to believe it.

Although Greygrove's soul energy was suppressed to the third level, where exactly were they?

This was the sacred land where the laws of the entire Thalorian Kingdom were enforced, the embodiment of the kingdom's authority!

How could a murder happen here?

Were the guards in the court just for show?

Were the black stone shackles on the defendants fake?

Were the security measures in the main hall all just for show?

The Chief Judge felt a chilling sensation on his entire back and shouted, "Guards! Guards! Capture him!"

The guards in the main hall finally snapped out of their daze. They hadn't seen any accidents in the court for decades, and the process of judgment was engraved in their minds like a steel stamp, causing them to momentarily fail to react.

In the next moment, guards wearing golden armor appeared beside Rode, and golden light appeared in their hands, locking Rode up like a cage.

All the guards in the court were Soul Fire users with the "Cage" attribute.

One guard stepped forward and confiscated the soul spear in his hand.

A judge took the soul spear and examined it for a moment.

"The limited edition Crow-style soul spear 'Raven' produced by the Siemens Factory in 1301, with a strong shooting mode and specially made bullets."

He turned his head and questioned the warden with a grim face.

"How did you search him? How did he bring this in?"

The warden was sweating profusely and kept saying, "It's impossible, this is impossible. We searched him many times, and he clearly didn't have anything on him!"

The Chief Judge directly pressed the soul spear against his face.

"Then what is this? You tell me."

The warden's lips trembled, unable to speak.

The Chief Judge shouted sternly, "Investigate thoroughly! Investigate thoroughly for me!"

"Conspiracy!"

One of the adjudicators shouted.

"This is a conspiracy! He is the murderer, a hidden Doomsday Cultist. There's no mistake!"

"That's right, the case can already be classified. Greygrove is our hero, and Rode is a traitor to humanity! He used illusion abilities to deceive the senses of the majority, created a horrifying sword attack incident, and caused the deaths of 121 people and the sacrifice of 32 combatants! Among them are several outstanding commanders, teachers, instructors, and highly promising students. Our losses are immeasurable."

"I believe that this extremely evil person should be handed over to the Internal Affairs Adjudication for special interrogation by Lord Manolobana, who is skilled in soul questioning, to dig out all the secrets in his soul."

Rode's expression remained unchanged from beginning to end. He coldly glanced at that person.

Good, I remember you. Another pest.

Once I'm out, I'll kill all of you pests.

This is not only to seal away the unforgettable past, but also to mourn the sacrificed companions.

I am not the same as the Doomsday Cultist!

His confident appearance made the voices on the judgment seat grow louder and louder. Killing someone in court not only made them feel that he was contemptuous of the law, but also that they had been offended.

"No forgiveness!"

"Lock him up in the Black Prison!"

"The laws of Thalorian cannot be desecrated!"But the king's envoy had a different opinion.

"Wait."

He stopped the surging condemnation and looked at Rode.

"Rode, do you know what you're doing?"

Rode said coldly, "Of course I do."

The envoy stared at his eyes. "Why did you kill him?"

"Why can't I kill a Doomsday Cultist?"

There was an uproar in the judgment seat.

A judge shouted, "You are the Doomsday Cultist!"

Rode sneered, "Please use your brain to think about it. How many Doomsday Cultists have I killed before? I severely damaged the Polluters Sect, killed the Black Priests, and reminded you about the Sunstone pollution incident. What is a mere judge compared to the nine in the royal city? If the Sunstone pollutes the fire, won't it have hundreds of times more impact than killing this waste?"

For a moment, there was silence in the judgment seat.

This was also the most puzzling part for them. Judging from Rode's resume, the possibility of him being a Doomsday Cultist was extremely low. Otherwise, if the leader of the Doomsday Cult had sent him to infiltrate the royal city at such a high cost, was it just to kill a judge?

Were they eating shit?

"But you can't kill someone like this!"

A magistrate shouted, "If you are innocent, why not let the trial continue?"

Rode said calmly, "I can't bear to stand trial with a Doomsday Cultist, while he is still on the stage distorting the truth and deceiving you fools who can't distinguish right from wrong."

"What did you say?"

"Arrogant, bold!"

"We cannot be deceived!"

But there were also some people who held opposing views.

"Based on his past experiences, we know that he is a strong humanist and hates all Doomsday Cultists. Under his command, not a single Doomsday Cultist has been spared."

"The Doomsday Cult killed all his relatives. This is understandable."

"If Greygrove is really as he said, then he also murdered his comrades and companions. His behavior can be understood as well."

"Everyone!"

A judge said loudly, "Greygrove cannot be a Doomsday Cultist! He is confusing the concept."

"That's right, Doomsday Cultists are unreasonable lunatics. They are capable of any behavior."

"Yes, otherwise how could he bring in the Spirit Gun? How could he silently kill Greygrove? This was a premeditated act."

"Before he fired the gun, I didn't even notice anyone behind Greygrove."

"He must have used some evil illusion technique to deceive us."

The envoy looked at Rode and said in a deep voice, "Can you explain?"

Rode said calmly, "You said my Fire Seed is a black bucket, but is it strange to put something else in the bucket?"

The people in the judgment seat looked at each other.

They had already heard this explanation. In the survivors' testimonies, they repeatedly mentioned that Rode had taken out the supplies they urgently needed, otherwise the Sword Pass would have fallen long ago.

Similar spatial storage abilities were recorded in the Great Library.

However, it had not appeared in Thalorian for a long time.

"This is strange. Does your black bucket involve so many fields? Can a Fire Seed contain so many laws?"

A bishop asked, "How big is your storage space?"

Rode casually replied, "I don't know, but it can't hold too much."

"Then how do you conceal your aura and spiritual power?"

Rode showed the necklace on his neck.

"Mist Necklace."

Everyone's eyes widened, and a judge exclaimed in surprise, "Isn't this Lady Green Feather's spiritual item? Why is it on you?"

The chief judge shouted, "He must have stolen it. He actually stole a valuable item from Lady Guardian. It is an unforgivable crime and he should be executed on the spot!"

Rode sneered, "Shut up, you dog. She gave it to me."

"You're lying!"

Rode said coldly, "If you don't believe me, you can go and ask."

The scene suddenly quieted down.

No one delved further into this topic. What if it really was a gift?

Wouldn't that involve the struggle for the position of the king's candidate?

The High Council was now very annoyed with such matters and had issued a ban. All matters involving candidates were to be handled by the Elder Council, and anyone involved would be severely punished.

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Green Feather, the candidate for the king, had instructed her confidant to murder another candidate, Jon.

This was not something they could handle.

Seeing their speechless expressions, a huge stone in Rode's heart finally fell.

Although he had received assurances from Miss Green Feather, he couldn't be sure of her true position and whether she could protect him in this matter.

Now it seemed that everything was as she said, and there was no need to worry.Rode's confidence grew stronger. After completing the task so beautifully, he should be rewarded, right? What should I ask for?

Hehehe.

The envoy did not continue discussing this topic and remained silent for a few seconds before asking, "How did you kill him with one strike?"

"Grass."

"What did you say?"

"Grass, my fire seed."

An adjudicator who had carefully studied Rode's detailed file explained, "This fire seed has the ability to squeeze souls, it can squeeze its own soul to obtain excess spiritual energy, or squeeze other souls to cause damage."

"But isn't that too powerful?" a bishop couldn't help but ask, "They instantly vanish."

The envoy asked, "What are the conditions for activating this ability? What is the limit?"

Rode casually replied, "The condition is to hit the flaw in the soul. I don't know the limit. Currently, anyone I hit dies."

"Immortal Wood Romance"

A chorus of astonishment came from the judgment seat.

This was something they had never seen before.

A high priest said softly, "Should we let him try the distorted demon meat? We can't find a way to kill it."

His words drew angry glares, and someone coughed loudly to drown out his voice.

A hint of amusement appeared in the envoy's eyes, but he immediately suppressed it and continued with a cold and calm voice, "Does Greygrove have any flaws in his soul? He possesses the rare attribute of Death Abyss, which makes him extremely difficult to kill."

Rode replied, "My specially made soul-sealing bullet can impact the soul, obstruct spiritual energy, and create flaws."

The envoy glanced at the Grand Chief Judge, who immediately understood and raised his voice, "Bring his soul gun."

The adjudicator handed the soul gun to the Grand Chief Judge, who respectfully passed it to the envoy.

The envoy examined it and said, "This seems to be Lauren's gun."

He pushed open the barrel and took out the soul-sealing bullet inside.

Everyone's gaze focused on it.

The bullet was not much different from a regular silver bullet, except that it had many spiritual energy patterns on its surface.

The envoy held the bullet's base with two fingers, aimed the tip at his own temple, and with a flash of spiritual energy at his fingertips, the bullet shot out and hit his temple with a bang.

The soul-sealing bullet shattered, and tiny, shining stardust scattered in the air.

The envoy nodded slightly, "The soul-breaking effect is very strong, probably only slightly inferior to the Cataclysm Flying Knife. What is the recipe for making it?"

Rode didn't hesitate and said directly, "Ten true silver bullets, three portions of spirituality, one gram of starlight ruby powder."

Originally, it also required a portion of humanity, but Rode wasn't sure if that was a normal ingredient, so he omitted it.

The envoy's expression changed slightly, "Are there ten finished bullets?"

"Yes."

There was some commotion in the judgment seat.

A high-ranking defense officer said, "This is very cost-effective. We can completely equip a limited number of them as a supplement to our regular combat strength."

"It's fake! He's deceiving us! It's more than half the price of the Cataclysm Flying Knife, with similar effects. This is simply impossible."

Rode sneered, "Give me the materials, and I can make them."

It was only a loss of one portion of humanity, which wasn't a big deal.

The person was immediately speechless.

The envoy continued to ask, "Can the production method be made public?"

Rode shook his head, "Making it seems to be my instinct. I don't know the specific method."

The envoy nodded slightly.

This was understandable. Many production personnel in the royal city relied on their special abilities to manufacture items, which others couldn't replicate.

The Cataclysm Flying Knife was also such a product.

"How many can you produce in a day?"

Rode pondered for a moment. The stone platform's production of soul-sealing bullets was fully automated, taking only about ten seconds. But he couldn't stay in the dream realm all day, or he would reveal many flaws.

"Probably around a hundred."

The envoy nodded slightly, "This quantity is enough as optional supplementary items."

"Wait!"

The Chief Judge shouted, "Why are we discussing this? Isn't he a murderer? We are incredibly powerful, do we still need his stuff?"

The judgment seat fell silent, and no one responded to his words.

A high-ranking defense officer said, "We are a bit lacking. Although we don't often use soul guns as weapons, we can still try to use them in critical moments when spiritual energy is depleted. If we can interrupt the monster's spiritual energy operation and cause a pause or stiffness, perhaps we can save a life."

Some senior researchers from the mechanical research institute also said, "His fire seed is very unique. We have never seen such a strong fire seed. Perhaps we can study it further and reveal more secrets of the soul."

"That's right, he is a complete soul seer with great potential and strong combat capabilities. We are currently lacking manpower..."

The Chief Judge shouted, "He is a doomsday cultist!"

"That's highly unlikely," a bishop said decisively."Looking back now, apart from Greygrove's words, Rode hardly has any possibility of being a doomsday cultist. You said he used illusion magic to confuse our minds, but this argument is inherently untenable. We have never heard of such ability. Moreover, according to Greygrove, his ability must be able to affect the entire Sword Pass, confuse the perception of the third-level fighters, and continue to launch at all times. This is simply unbelievable."

"But he killed Greygrove! He is a murderer!"

The bishop fell silent.

The fact that Greygrove was killed is true, and it's hard to believe that the Grand Magistrate was a doomsday cultist.

Someone whispered, "But Greygrove is already dead..."

"Rode has so many abilities..."

The judge glared, and the voices gradually subsided, but a thought emerged in most people's hearts.

The envoy pondered for a moment and asked, "Rode, can you explain your immortality?"

Rode casually said, "I just used the refraction of light. When light travels through air of different densities, strange refractions occur, causing the image to distort, just like when we look at fish in the water. I used this to interfere with their vision."

As soon as he finished speaking, the senior researcher almost immediately jumped up and shouted, "Exactly! That's it! Finally, we have someone among us who is willing to fight with the truth. You have to understand, flesh and blood are very fragile, only steel and machinery are our only way out in the future!"

He kept talking about his theory, but no one wanted to listen.

Everyone was silently thinking about this matter.

If neither Rode nor Greygrove were doomsday cultists, then this matter was obviously a power struggle between Green Feather and Jon. Both sides used the Black Tide to attack each other's followers, framing and setting traps, doing everything they could, completely disregarding the interests of the Thalorian Kingdom and even the entire human race.

No matter what, this kind of thing must be stopped.

The king of Thalorian cannot be born in such an environment, both Green Feather and Jon must be punished.

Especially Green Feather, who even instructed her people to openly kill in the court, was simply lawless.

But how to deal with it, they had no consensus in their hearts.

Unconsciously, everyone's eyes were focused on the king's envoy.