"You told the Sith that you killed a creator god?" Vittoria's faith faltered, and she let go of Frederick's collar in a daze. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Frederick raised his head proudly, solemnly straightened his bow tie, and said contemptuously, "That fellow? I don't recognize him as the creator god." He's just a puppeteer at the mercy of our fate. I confess that Filia is a goddess because she has the virtue of warmth, and that the one I killed at the mercy of fate, he was so disgusting that I killed him with no fluctuation, even a little refreshment. ”

Frederick picked up the ideal messenger on the ground, then pulled up a silver knight from the mountain of corpses, held him fiercely, and continued to the distant court, then turned his head and warned Victoria: "Do you know why the Holy See forbids the excavation of ruins? Because the irony is that the 'Law Field Generator' left over from the ancient civilization actually helped me kill the creator god." Haha, if I have a rotten life to survive, Lao Tzu will dig up all the ten ruins, and fight with the gods one by one, so that these cruel pleasures will end in brutality. Let's go, Lawrence. ”

Like a broken devil, he grinned passionately and hatefully, turned around and dragged Lawrence away.

Victoria felt the urge to drag Frederick into the Inquisition. But she stayed where she was, unable to move her hands, for she recalled Frederick's words in horror: "God incarnate as a tourist, and come down to us for pleasure." You're all commodities, I'm just an embellishment. ”

It's horrible.

If he was lying, how could he explain his resurrection from the dead? How could he explain his ability of "time static"? "Time Freeze" was a forbidden spell in the classics! That kind of law field generator with that function was not only unclear in structure, but also explicitly forbidden, and it was strictly forbidden to research and produce.

If Frederick hadn't lied, then the crowd really had no value?

Priest Victoria watched Frederick go away, and his heart was in turmoil. The cutting is continuous, and the rationalization is still messy.

Behind her, an overwhelming crowd of Praetorian Guards rushed in, treating the wounded, cleaning up the bodies, and strapping the sirrithing Sith to a stretcher bed and giving him house arrest medical aid.

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Oppenheimer always felt that someone was pointing fingers behind him, talking about his wealth coming from the wrong way, and he was very uncomfortable.

Therefore, as soon as he heard that the verdict had been won, Oppenheimer's grievances immediately erupted, and he stood in the dock with tears in his eyes, pointed at Ophelia, who was awake in the dark, and cried out in grief and indignation: "Don't think that fainting can deceive sympathy! Don't you think that you have a bad conscience? Don't you owe me a word of apology!"

The verdict is the truth. The nobles in the auditorium immediately scolded the plaintiff with the same hatred:

"Stinky shameless hype!"

"Hurry up and die consciously!"

"The sanctimonious Bichi!"

The invective quickly became fervent, turning into a torrent of righteousness, pouring filthy words on Ophelia. Everyone rushed to humiliate the plaintiffs, as if the more fierce the words, the more they appeared to be extraordinary.

So it evolved into a name-calling contest, blood spewing people became a glorious performance, and vicious words became a benchmark for justice. A bunch of trolls show themselves by belittling others, revel in the free show, and don't have to bear the consequences of their words anyway, so they want to scold Ophelia off their skin.

As soon as Ophelia woke up, she heard an overwhelming amount of insults, and was immediately pointed at by the Qianfu. She was in a daze for no apparent reason, shivering as if she was standing in a hailstorm, not only freezing to her bone marrow, but also being smashed all over her body by rough sentences.

Filia was so angry that her scalp was numb, and tears were rolling down her face, eager to arrest the audience. Claude had already gone to gather the army, and Filia was unarmed, eager to slap Oppenheimer to death.

She restrained her eager right hand, glared at Oppenheimer, and scolded angrily: "What is the truth, don't you know it yourself?

Oppenheimer smugly wiped away his tears and laughed at Philia: "I have only heard of all-natural cosmetics, but I have never heard of the truth of all-natural, because the truth is artificial." Do you think the indignant audience cares about the truth? They don't care. It only takes a little condescending contempt and some disgusting disgust to transform the abusive from a spectator to the embodiment of justice, at a cost of no more than a few drops of saliva. And then they won't go after the truth, because it's comfortable to play the embodiment of justice, but it's hard to track down justice. Knight, you don't even have this bit of common sense, and you're as naïve as a girl. ”

Filia's mind slammed, and she suddenly thought of Frederick with grief, and her eyes widened and she thought, "If Frederick heard such words, would he have gone on a killing spree? Yes, with the sword in his hand, he defended justice, and as a knight, he would definitely not hesitate to enforce the law violently." ”

The knight's face was expressionless as she pondered, her red hair floated at all ends, the rules of gravity were rewritten under the majestic divine radiation, her fiery red dress was windless and free, and her red hair danced like flames, as if the red algae at the bottom of the sea were fluttering gracefully.

Then Philia wandered her mind as she involuntarily reached out and grabbed Oppenheimer's neck, and violently lifted the struggling banker and kicked him, clenching her jaws, and wanted to kill him at a thought.

By the time she left her rage, her divine power had skyrocketed to a combat state, and she was on the verge of reaching the peak limit of 249. At this moment, Oppenheimer was like a hen fluttering in her hands, no matter how much she struggled, there was no room for resistance.

The Queen's Barrister let out a terrible scream: "The dragoons have killed...... The dragoons have killed people! First-degree murder! Come and take care of it!"

Otto screamed from behind, "Philia, calm down!"

Felia came back to her senses and saw Oppenheimer hanging in the air, kicking her feet and coughing hard clutching her wrists. But she had gone mad, and even if she came back to her senses, she was unwilling to let go of the defendant, but hung teardrops, and thought like a dead heart: "The eagle fell to the ground, the white lotus sank, and this boring imperial capital is no longer interesting." Instead of being accompanied by sludge, it is better to burn jade. ”

She suddenly fell out of love, couldn't think about it for a while, couldn't hold back the urge to break the can, and was determined to strangle the defendant, when suddenly there was a commotion at the door, and the shepherd's song of Bafaria was heard in the distance:

"Lawrence is a good boy,

Why did everyone want him to die?

If you don't die, you don't die,

Lao Tzu lived to seventy or eighty,

Waltz at your grave. ”

When Filia heard the familiar voice, her body fluttered as if she were drunk, and she let go of the defendant, and held her face in surprise, and thought, "Why do I hear Frederick singing? She thought wildly, turned her head in surprise, and looked tiptoe at the door, where she saw the bright sunlight pouring through the door, and Frederick's majestic silhouette, bathed in the blinding light, striding into the courtroom, with a rickety hostage in her right hand.

Oppenheimer fell in his chair, grabbed his throat and gasped, his eyes almost rolling out. Then he saw Frederick at the door, and his first reaction was to look at Ferdinand with his mouth wide open.

Ferdinand stood up suddenly, clutched the railing, and twisted his body a hundred and eighty degrees to look at Frederick, and to see that the guy was really not dead, and then Ferdinand slowly turned back and sat down slowly, his eyes glazed and unfocused for a long time. (To be continued.) )