Chapter 452: No rush, let

At this moment, the whistleblowing letters scattered across the table like flowers falling from the sky. In the crisp sound, everyone's faces turned pale.

As if falling into an ice cellar.

It was as if they had been awakened from a smug dream, realizing the terrifying reality before them, and even seeing a more terrifying future.

"You guys really are, one by one, full of unique skills."

Idra grinned and sneered: "Speak, why aren't you speaking anymore? Weren't you very loud just now? Let me see, who else has some earth-shattering words to say? What other grievances and injustices are there to complain about?"

"Saint, have mercy!"

Amidst a series of kneeling sounds, one figure after another trembled and prostrated on the ground, unable to speak anymore, leaving only the wretchedness of weeping and wailing.

Fully expressing their unbelievable terror, and even the annoyance of being kept in the dark.

How much of this was acting, and how much was sincere?

Idra lowered his eyes and looked down coldly.

He knew it clearly.

Just as a tulip bulb could be auctioned for an unbelievable sky-high price, an unremarkable thing could also climb to a peak unreachable by ordinary people under the push of waves... But were those participants really stupid? Or rather, had they really not seen this long-expected future?

They just thought that when the fall came, it wouldn't include them, that was all.

In a farce, everyone was equally 'shrewd', to the point that they were also 'stupid' just right.

The heroic and controlling demeanor when successful, and the ignorance and annoyance of being kept in the dark when failing, were just alternative masks.

They always had a choice, and could even adapt to the situation and choose both sides.

After all, it was just stupidity, just ignorance, just luck, just a momentary misstep... Everyone knew in their hearts that as long as our hearts were good and our starting point was good, the sect would definitely not be overly harsh.

Indeed, that was the case.

Everyone knew the sect's magnanimity... It was precisely because of this that they self-righteously committed such great evil.

Neglecting divine matters, basely selling divine grace!

The unremarkable Holy Seal in Idra's hand had already been squeezed out of shape. Looking at the trash before him, he just wanted to throw them all into the abyss and burn them to ash!

But no matter how furious he was, he ultimately didn't fly into a rage and could only grit his teeth and endure.

At this juncture, cleaning up this bunch of trash would instead cause the Eastern Diocese to fall into even greater chaos...

He could only settle the score slowly afterward.

The top priority was to first clean up all the believers who had used the Holy Seal, never allowing the poison to spread!

"You, you, you, and you—"

He raised his hand without looking and pointed randomly at four Chief Priests: "Behead them, cast them into the abyss, and burn them for a hundred years."

The faces of the pointed-at Chief Priests turned even paler, never having expected such a devastating punishment. One of them, who hadn't even participated, immediately screamed and wanted to speak, but was already pinned down by the angels on the spot, then had his head cut off and thrown into a red-hot box to keep company with the two unlucky ones who were late.

In an instant, half the meeting room was empty.

The Chief Priests kneeling on the ground were already sweating profusely, trembling and uneasy.

On the contrary, the Archbishop, while sweating and trembling, silently breathed a sigh of relief—since the Saint didn't deal with everyone in one go, it meant there was still room for maneuver, and he still had a chance to make up for his crimes.

Then, he heard the Saint's disposition for him.

"Forfeit the honor of audience, strip away the crown of glory, and exile for fifty years."

Idra said indifferently: "Considering the difficult situation, you are allowed to make up for your crimes. The punishment is temporarily suspended, and after this matter is over, you will be judged again."

The Archbishop kowtowed violently, with such force that his head bled, almost laughing with joy... Making up for crimes is good, making up for crimes; even if he is judged after this matter is over, as long as he doesn't make any mistakes, at the very least, his crime will be reduced by one level!

Death sentence turned into a suspended death sentence!

Even if the consequences were still wretched, it was at least far better than being dealt with directly.

But immediately afterward, a heart-wrenching pain burst forth from his chest.

He let out a muffled groan, almost screaming, but held it back desperately.

"Death penalty can be avoided, but living punishment is hard to escape."

Idra lowered his eyes contemptuously, glancing at that stupid look of having escaped a disaster, and flicked his finger. A spark fell into the Archbishop's body, turning into a flame, silently burning his internal organs and bringing pain.

Once the fire of the abyss is lit, unless pardoned by divine grace, it will never go out.

The Archbishop trembled, dripping with cold sweat, using all his strength to suppress the urge to scream, and had to keep kowtowing, thanking the Saint for his magnanimity.

The rest were also dealt with, more or less, though some were allowed to make up for their crimes.

After the disposition was finished, the Archbishop gathered the courage to ask: "The vacant cathedrals, if left unattended, will surely cause chaos. May I ask how the Saint intends to handle them?"

"Sobola, you come and take over."

Idra reached out nonchalantly and pointed at the only old Chief Priest who hadn't participated in the Holy Seal incident, accurately calling out his name.

For a moment, the stunned old Chief Priest couldn't react, then kowtowed in ecstasy, praising the mercy of the Holy God and the Saint, accepting this test, and swearing to show his determination never to bring shame to the sect.

In the brief silence, the Archbishop couldn't help but glance at that guy, almost unable to suppress his jealousy.

I'm afraid that after this matter is over, it will mostly be Sobola taking his place. After realizing this, the eyes of the other Chief Priests looking at the old Chief Priest Sobola instantly became much more intimate, and they had already begun to calculate how to defect and beg him to put in a good word for them.

The Saint had no patience to understand the thoughts of the ants and bugs, and his gaze finally fell on the Chief Priest who had first made a deal with the resistance camp.

He didn't even need to ask; the terrified Chief Priest confessed everything clearly like beans pouring from a bamboo tube, weeping and regretting his initial actions, saying it was all because the people in the resistance camp were too cunning that he was controlled by others, making a mistake in a moment of carelessness, only hoping the Saint would be lenient and give him a chance to make up for his crimes, seeing that his starting point was good.

Not long after, the personal guard Saint entered and reported: "Your Majesty, the circulation channels of the Holy Seals in the city have been basically identified. Shall we act immediately?"

"No rush."

Idra sneered coldly: "Those guys hiding their heads and showing their tails must be struck with a single blow. If the action is too big, it will only make them scatter...

There is still a month left, so I'll play with these heretics!"

He waved his hand, signaling the other irrelevant people to get out, and after taking down the Chief Priest who was crying and wanting to make up for his crimes and throwing him into prison, he turned and looked out the window.

Outside the Sacrifice Cathedral, the believers who had gathered were shouting and cheering fanatically, not even knowing what had happened, and were currently gathering in the big square with great fervor, weeping and showing their piety and desire for blessings.

The ascetics whipped themselves again and again until their bodies were covered in bloodstains, and others didn't hesitate to light bonfires, throwing their offspring into the flames to offer burnt offerings...

All kinds of chaos, it was annoying!

Anyway, most of them would eventually be cleaned up as sinners, so why couldn't they just wait peacefully and save him some trouble?!

Yet, as a Saint, he couldn't come forward to reprimand them.

Sensing his frowning look, the personal guard's expression immediately turned cold: "Your Majesty, shall I go and disperse them?"

"No need to worry about them."

Idra withdrew his gaze coldly: "Let's go, let's go back to the Holy Hall to rest."

Soon, the magnificent and solemn Sacrifice Cathedral, the Holy Gate in the center, opened again amidst a high-pitched roar. The believers outside became even more ecstatic, shouting and calling out.

Idra glanced coldly, withdrew his gaze, and stepped onto the steps toward the gorgeous chariot.

But at that moment, his movements paused for an instant.

He looked up in astonishment, looking at the believers cheering below the steps, and in the crowd, the only two figures who hadn't knelt to worship.

Such presumption!

One was tall, like a giant, with hands exposed outside the robe carrying a faint iron luster.

The other was petite, like a young girl, yawning impatiently and complaining about something.

"..."

In the brief silence, the tall one lowered his head, his lips moving under the hood, saying something to the person beside him.

At that moment, the girl seemed to laugh silently.

Then, she reached out, lifted her hood, and toward Idra, revealed that face which had been printed on who knows how many wanted posters.

Oh no...

Idra's pupils contracted instantly, and he subconsciously took a step back.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Thunder erupted from the crowd, a loud roar spreading, sweeping, and tearing apart who knows how many eardrums. The wind and air waves whistled out.

And immediately afterward, a scalp-numbing, sharp sound erupted from the highest point of the cathedral!

It was like steel rubbing against steel.

So piercing.

It was a spear!

A buzzing spear had already wedged into the iron stone, piercing through the Holy Gate of the Sacrifice Cathedral, like a nail.

Hanging a trivial remnant body, buzzing.

Drip, drip, drip...

Viscous blood slowly seeped from the pierced remnant body, winding down along the gorgeous reliefs on the gate, staining large areas of the sacred statues scarlet.

—Saint, Idra!

Deathly silence, in the sudden deathly silence, everyone seemed to have forgotten to breathe.

Staring blankly at the scene before them.

Until the first scream erupted from the crowd, and then, the shouts of fear and shock grew like a tide, rapidly expanding, spreading in all directions, and drowning everything.

Weeping, fleeing in terror, standing frozen on the spot, the crowded square instantly turned into a pot of chaos. And right in the fleeing crowd, Ji Jue finally reached out and took off the hood on his head.

Staring at the scene ahead.

A light sigh.

It was, truly, a feast for the eyes! ===== CHAPTER 453 =====

It is truly a feast for the eyes!