Song Lan understood one thing in this huge trial.

Thirdly, a neutral country is not a country governed by the rule of law.

For he learned from the angry scolding of the congregation and the explanations of the Night Heron that Father Delari was executed.

Misleading the people—this was the condemnation of the Inquisition.

Song Lan, who has a strong sense of law, didn't know what kind of crime this was, and why it was so serious that he could directly sentence a person to death, and the echoing noise in his ears actually gave him the illusion that he had returned to the classical era.

Because thousands of years ago, in the courts, the judges also imposed capital punishment on a person according to the idea of the majority.

After a while, Song Lan heard the content of Father Delary's "bewitching the people", his gaze did not even linger on Egger for a second, he did not beg for mercy, his eyes flashed not for the love of life or the fear of death, but a strong emotion that was almost urgent.

"This is a critical time for the Church's survival, and only by removing suspicion can we overcome it...... This catastrophe may be the test that God has given us, look around you, and think about it, what has sustained us to where we are today? Is it relying on mutual suspicion and fighting each other? ”

As Iger reached for the stake and lit the straw, Drary kept his eyes on the crowd in the square, hoping to free them from their blind and fanatical thoughts.

And this is the reason why he was judged.

Father Delari firmly believes that the "Mine" is out of control and that the Barossa Syndicate is a conspiracy, which is why it is all the more important for them to stop their mutual suspicion and trust each other to get through this difficult time.

He had witnessed the birth and prosperity of the Eclipse Cult, and the turbulent times that had gone through behind it, so no one knew better than him that infighting would only lead them to decay and destruction.

However, the Trial Chamber gave another explanation.

They proclaimed that only apostasy would make a statement about it, trying to cover up their crimes under the guise of righteousness, and under the collision of the two ideas, the Inquisition gradually gained the upper hand, and they succeeded in awakening the deepest fanaticism in every believer by burning the traitors.

At the same time, their iron-clad methods have made the neutrals who are on the sidelines understand how terrible the trial of traitors is, urging them to become one of the inquisitors as much as possible before they become the targets of purge.

The flames engulfed Father Delari, but his cries continued to reach the ears of the people of the Square.

This scene made the night heron can't help but cover her eyes with her hands.

There was an indescribable emotion in her heart that they should show the most cruel and bloodthirsty side of apostates, but looking at the flames on the execution table, she was reminded of herself and Father Delari in a quiet cubicle in the library, listening to each other's anecdotes about the decades of the Eclipse Cult.

The fanatical cries of the cultists seemed to be filtered out by an invisible force, causing a brief silence in her heart in the square.

For Song Lan, who had nothing to do with this trial, what was happening in front of him reminded him of the time in human history when witches were judged, and today, he was fortunate to see history repeat itself.

History has proven time and again that when rational and irrational fanaticism collide, it is always the latter that prevails.

He looked away from the execution table to the crowd of admirers or curses.

Even the few people who were touched by Father Delary's cry simply chose to remain silent, silently hiding themselves in the crowd.

Iger admired his masterpiece with satisfaction.

During these most chaotic and turbulent days, the power of the Inquisition rose to its peak.

All the opponents were sent to the execution table by his own hands, and they were burned to char with a fire.

Perhaps their souls will indeed be able to return to the Father's arms after death, but at least, the wails of those departed souls will never return to this world.

The only thing that dissatisfied him with this trial was that Delary's vitality was too tenacious, he thought that the old man who had half a foot in the coffin would soon be engulfed in flames like everyone else, and he would never be able to speak again, but after all this time, Delary's chattering voice still reached his ears from the flames and black smoke, and it did not weaken in the slightest.

Immediately afterward, Egg noticed something unusual.

Suddenly the wind rose on the execution table.

The flames surrounding Drari began to flicker in the wind, allowing Egg to see that the other man's eyes were still bright and hot.

"Let the fire burn harder!"

He began to get irritated.

Having taken control of the entire courtroom, Iger could no longer tolerate any dissenting voices.

The Inquisitors immediately brought more straw, but just as they tried to make the fire burn even brighter, a dark thunderbolt streaked across the sky.

All eyes in the square were drawn to the sudden vision, and for a moment they forgot about the ongoing execution and looked up at the clouds.

Black clouds blanketed the world at some point, and the entire sky was cracked in half by lightning.

Immediately afterward, the cultists were horrified to discover that on the other side of the clouds, there seemed to be some reflected world, which was so full of disorder and chaos that far away that the emotions of silence and death took over their hearts.

The downpour fell.

This torrential rain not only extinguished the flames burning on the execution table in an instant, but also extinguished the frenzy in the hearts of every believer, and all voices were taken away by this rain, and even the cries of Father Delari were stopped by the baptism of rain.

The cold sensation touched the skin, and an unprovoked panic enveloped everyone.

This is no ordinary rain, and in front of it, it seems that all the secrets and sins that lurk in their hearts are hidden.

I don't know how long it took, but finally the first believer woke up from a dream.

He chased his visceral instincts, crawling in the midst of the storm that was washing their souls, and his actions took the lead, and in the blink of an eye, the prostrate disciples joined together, and the noise they made merged with the sound of the wind and the rain.

And Lu Xiang's gaze crossed the torrential rain and stayed on Song Lan.

"The only thing that can defeat fanaticism is fanaticism itself."

She didn't know if she was hallucinating, it was like the sound of the wind, it was like someone whispering.

But this time, Song Lan didn't put her hands in her pockets nervously as she did in the small town, and pretended to scream.

The question that had haunted Lu Xiang's mind since the small town of Cansaril appeared again.

No matter how powerful a person is, he can only have one ability.

She couldn't understand how Song Lan had created this typhoon and rainstorm at all.

The next moment, the eyes of the two collided.

Song Lan seemed to see through the doubts in Lu Xiang's heart.

"Don't be afraid."

She heard Song Lan's voice, "This is the tide of the Sea of Souls. ”