The morning light came from one side, and Gronia had to squint, she didn't want to bow her head or turn her head, even for a moment, it meant submission.

It wasn't the sparkling tip of the sword, or the giant sword with its infinite power, that was pressing her, but the gazes of thousands of people, a mixture of curiosity, pity, contempt, resentment, and scrutiny.

"Too ...... What the hell are they going to do with us!?"

Mayne on the side was not as calm as her, her head was low, her eyes were on tiptoe, and her face was blue and white.

Mayne's shame had nothing to do with the kind of thing that had happened before, and they were lined up with Jenny and the others, tied to pillars on high platforms, facing the gaze of thousands, maybe more than ten thousand.

Aside from those who were tied to death with forbidden ropes, they were not subjected to any further abuse, and even the escorts were women. But this kind of scene, not to mention Gronia and Mayne, no one has ever experienced the holy warriors of Jenny next to him.

Mayne just bowed his head, and some of the other paladins trembled and their eyes straightened, some muttered nervously, and some wept quietly. That is, Jenny is better, his injury is not healed yet, his body is supported by a brace, his eyes are looking at the sky, and the corners of his mouth are always slanted, which seems to be a sneer.

"Are they going to burn us?"

Mayne was about to cry: "That's an ugly way to die!"

If I didn't see the pyre, I shouldn't have burned them to death. But whatever it is, as Mayne said, it's a shame.

Gronia struggled to look calm, her cheeks still burning involuntarily. She was indeed ashamed, ashamed of her inadequacy.

The wonderful feeling of being promoted to the rank of hero blinded her intellect and made her think that she had enough power to do justice. But in front of that little man, that giant sword, she felt real power. Thinking back to Cheyenne's teaching to her, she didn't use a trace of divine power, but just relied on the movement of the mortal body and the use of ordinary weapons, which made her powerless, and that kind of power was even more subtle and profound.

Strength, I need more power......

Gronia's shame deepened further, sanctioning Theresia, reviving Alanis, what a righteous vow, now that I think about it, it is simply the nonsense of ignorant children, by what sanctions, by what revival?

When she made this vow to those paladins in Redstone, she finally understood that she was laughing at her incompetence.

In Redstone, even the slave catchers can't deal with it, and here, just a child, knocks himself unconscious. Think about your goal, Theresia is a legend, and there are thousands of troops under her command, how can you defeat her?The people of Alanis have all sunk into lies, how can they be awakened?

Strength, without power, no matter how little justice can be done......

Gronia finally figured it out, her mind was clear, and she found her own path.

Will it be too late?

No, don't lose hope! You are a paladin recognized by the Scales of Tyr!

The burning sensation on Gronia's face gradually dissipated, and she bravely looked at the crowd in the audience.

"My path of justice will not be cut off like this!The Scales of Tyr have accepted my vow, and ......"

A glint of hope rose in Gronya's eyes: "Uncle Cheyenne will not sit idly by, protect every holy warrior on the Divine Fall Plateau, this is his vow!"

Standing in the huge square to the north of the city of thorns, the red-clad crimson cultists and the soldiers in white, blue, and green robes blocked a line to separate the "slaves" of the city of thorns from the adventurers who had rushed to hear the news.

Except for the "slaves", God knows where so many adventurers came from......

But it's okay, just let them see, Uncle Cheyenne's justice, and the justice of Cheyendia's holy warriors!

"Don't be afraid, we are the embodiment of justice!"

She encouraged Mayne, and she encouraged herself. Originally, she thought that Jenny's paladins were a little too fanatical, but now she felt that it was not enough.

A man in red ascended the platform, which immediately made Gronia's eyes red.

He is considered a tall man among humans, a head taller than Gronia, with a very well-proportioned figure with broad shoulders and a bee waist, a delicate face under short black hair, fair skin that many women would envy, and gray eyes that shine.

When this face has no expression, it is difficult to determine whether he is a teenager or a young adult, in any case it will never be more than twenty years old.

He wore a simple bright red robe, a wide black belt around his waist, and a silver belt buckle etched with a smiling five-pointed star. Other than that, there was no more decoration, and the whole person looked unusually refreshing, and the bright red robe was worn on him, making him shine like a torch.

Rich-Preel, Duke of Hadrang, Pope of the revival of Eros, Swordsman of Queen Theresia, and a core leader of the Order Alliance.

Although this face is not as familiar as Theresia, it has appeared several times in interviews with the Order United News Agency as the official representative of the Order Alliance, and Gronia and the others are naturally not unfamiliar.

The enemy is in front of him, and his eyes are red......

One by one, Duke Prell walked past the paladins tied to the pillars with his hands tied behind his back, and carefully studied them.

The other paladins were even more nervous, and even Jenny lowered his head and didn't dare to look at him, not only because this man was in control of their fate, but also because this was a Pope.

"Phew!"

Only Mayne bravely spat at the duke, and then lowered her head, her cheeks were as red as eggplant, and she could vaguely be heard muttering: "It must be the devil pretending!"

That's why she is so handsome, which makes Mayne's heart beat faster. Spitting that spit is not hatred at all, but resisting the charm of the other party.

Gronia knew exactly what her partner was thinking......

When the Duke walked up to her and looked at her, for a moment, she wanted to emulate Mayne.

But something in the depths of the other party's gray eyes made her breath stagnate.

It's not the amazement that most people have, and the evil desires that arise from it, but the surprise and the realization of what to think of.

He saw through who I am!

Gronia secretly shouted, her body tensed, and she subconsciously wanted to swing her evil fist and smash it on that beautiful face.

As soon as the divine power surged, the forbidden rope reacted, and the tingling sensation like a pinprick not only dispelled the divine power, but also made her body weak, and her throat let out a low moan.

It's really useless......

The shame gave Gronia strength again, and she bravely looked at him and said in a hoarse voice, "Justice...... Victory!"

At this time, Duke Prell's gaze moved to her hair, as if to confirm his suspicion, and he was not at all annoyed to hear this.

He smiled faintly and nodded, "Justice will win!"

The Duke didn't speak to her again, and went straight to the next paladin.

Gronia was stunned, was that a conversation between enemies just now? It was just a greeting between two holy warriors!

"Sure enough, the devil is pretending to be ......"

At this time, she felt that Mayne's statement was correct, and that only the devil was so puzzling.

The Duke of Prell examined each paladin, then stood in front of the stage, raised a loudspeaker, and the sound of it resounded throughout the square.

"Citizens, adventurers, the first public trial of the Finn Crimson Community has been held! Today, we will judge these holy warriors here and make a just verdict on their crimes of attacking civilians and killing innocent people!"

As soon as the word "ruling" fell, the crowd suddenly began to commotion.

At this time, the morning light was thick, and I saw several golden rays of light shining directly from a distance, flying into the square in an instant.

More than a dozen muffled swords into the wood merged into one sound, and a long sword was slashed into each wooden pillar, swaying leisurely, just in time to cut the rope that bound the holy warrior's hands.

The paladins, including Gronya, lost their balance and either slipped to the ground or staggered to their knees.

Not only did they not panic, but everyone was happy.

Gronia shouted in her heart, I knew that Uncle Cheyenne would come to our rescue!

Now see how you end!?

She looked at Duke Prell, who would jump to his feet in a panic even if he didn't hold his head and shout at the guards like the other nobles.

Then she was stunned again, and the Duke turned around calmly, and even shrugged his shoulders, did that mean "it really is" or "it is so"?

"Cheyenne, countless cameras are recording everything that is happening here! Tomorrow at the latest, it will spread to all corners of the Finn Continent, including the network of gods and demons! Are you sure you want to stop this public trial, with your legendary power, shield the criminals, and declare the justice of the holy warriors to everyone, in fact, the justice of power?"

Isn't it? Isn't there power that can lead to justice?

Gronia sneered in her heart, how could Uncle Cheyenne be intimidated by such childish remarks as yours?

The long sword dangling on the pillar flickered with golden holy light, and the wooden pillar shattered, and the debris was scattered in the sky. Obviously there is no wind, but they converge into wide streamers, staggered and circling, gradually covering the entire high platform.

A figure pierced through the streamer and appeared on the high platform, but except for the paladin and the Duke of Prell, who was still standing upright, no one else could see clearly.

The person who came was dressed in a very simple linen robe, medium height, burly body, and beard, but it gave people a very neat feeling.

Sawdust flew like a dancing ribbon, bringing some kind of occult power to isolate the platform in an eerie space. And the person who did all this did not exude any magical power from his body, and the whole space did not lose its sense of reality, making the weird seem to have become a real law.

"My righteousness is to protect the holy warriors of Cheandia, and I use power for this, which does not mean that I recognize that power is justice. ”

The man said in a low voice: "Of course, the power we are talking about should be the established laws of this world. Continue on the path that will eventually annihilate the mortal heart. ”

He smiled faintly, touched his chest with his right hand, and nodded in greeting: "Greetings to Cheyenne Tilous, Mentor of the Silver Hand Paladin Order and Guardian of Cheyendia, Cheyenne Tylous." ”