Chapter 119 : Chapter 119

Chapter 119. The Last Piece

Fran raised her gaze and looked at the three priests who had been brought forward, then continued speaking:

"These three priests, while serving the false god, committed unspeakable acts, framing those loyal to the true god. And now, in the presence of the god, I announce their deaths on behalf of the divine."

The half-dragons maintaining order in the crowd cheered upon hearing her words, raising their claws above their heads and waving them freely.

These three priests were the ones who had fabricated charges to send the "half-dragons" to the "God-Forsaken Land."

More priests had already been killed in the battle earlier that day, torn apart by the furious half-dragons, but these three had been the quickest to surrender and thus had temporarily escaped death.

Old Neil, standing aside, watched this scene with a complex expression. He couldn’t believe that he was witnessing the deaths of his enemies.

After being exiled to the "God-Forsaken Land," his only desire had been to live a few more days. He had no thoughts of revenge, knowing that the strength granted by the divine water wasn’t something a dying man like him could oppose.

He looked at the sharp claws in his hands, never imagining he would possess such power, even though the divine water he had consumed had a slightly different effect.

But in Old Neil’s mind, this was the true divine water.

Alongside the three priests was a young man dressed in servant clothes. He was originally a servant to a priest, but many of the "half-dragons" recognized him because he had once helped them, bringing news of their families and giving them special treatment.

At the assurance of six "half-dragons," Fran agreed to let him drink the Dragon Transformation Potion, turning him into a "half-dragon."

"The false god stole my god’s authority and made ineffective divine water, but this is the true divine water that my god has granted. This is the real effect of divine water."

Fran explained to the crowd below, drawing everyone’s attention.

Eugene suddenly felt uneasy, his hand gripping his cane so tightly that it almost slipped from his grasp. Torus beside him trembled and was unable to speak.

Torus now realized that they no longer had any divine water, and would never have it again. Meanwhile, their enemies had the divine water.

Before, he had never thought about how the "half-dragons" had become like this. He had instinctively believed that their divine water had to be weaker than his own.

But now, after seeing this, Torus began to doubt—was the god he had followed truly a false god? Had he been a priest serving a false god all along?

Back on the stage, Fran held a bowl and handed the Dragon Transformation Potion to the trembling young man. He lifted the bowl and drank it in one go.

He held the bowl tightly, not allowing it to fall.

At the same time, scales began to form on his body, and claws gradually appeared on his hands.

As his claws lengthened, they punctured the bowl he was holding, creating several holes in it.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the crowd below frozen in shock, as though they had all been terrified by the sight.

"Kill them all," Fran commanded.

The newly transformed "half-dragon" happily accepted her orders, and with his claws, he pierced the hearts of the priests, spilling blood all over the stage.

Despite the blood flowing on the stage, the crowd remained unmoved, still absorbed in the shock that the divine water had brought them.

They had wondered about the origins of the "half-dragons," but few had actually attributed it to the divine water.

For the people of Monsa, the divine water was sacred, the true source of their power.

If they had to choose between divine water, the priests, and the gods, the people of Monsa would undoubtedly choose divine water and disregard the other two.

Now, however, Fran was revealing that the "half-dragons" were also transformed using a similar "divine water."

This revelation sent a chill through the crowd, and they remained stunned for a long time, unable to process what they had just heard.

At this moment, Fran dropped another bombshell.

"My god has reclaimed His authority, and now, only I can create divine water."

This statement was true because, from what Fran had learned from Angmar, the priests could no longer create divine water.

Moreover, Fran had already driven out the original priests. Even if the High Priests returned, they would no longer be able to make divine water.

Eugene seemed to have recalled something and turned sharply to look at Torus, his eyes filled with questions.

Torus just shook his head helplessly, not saying a word.

Eugene’s inner flame was abruptly doused by a bucket of cold water.

He knew then that the priests were no longer relevant. Without divine water, what could they still call themselves priests?

He smiled bitterly, as if all his strength had left him. His cane naturally fell, knocking into someone’s thigh, before slipping from his grip.

The other civilians were looking around, hoping to hear a priest’s rebuttal, but they were disappointed as no one spoke.

"Very well. Next, let us invite Angmar, the one who has returned to the god’s light, to tell us about the sins of the priests and the disaster that Monsa will soon face."

The last person the crowd expected—Priest Angmar—stepped onto the stage, his steps unsteady, limping, and his face covered in fresh wounds.

She had made a deal with Priest Angmar, convincing him to stand by her side. In exchange, she would spare the lives of the priests who had surrendered.

Of course, she had secretly killed three who had personal grudges against her, and Angmar had no objections.

Angmar had become disillusioned with his god and, seeing the great events unfolding, had turned on his own god.

After Fran had agreed to help Monsa with its impending disaster, Angmar had immediately volunteered to help.

This move by Angmar was a huge help to Fran. On the stage, he briefly narrated the events, from the betrayal of the High Priests to their transformation into dragons to destroy Monsa. He made it clear, though he didn’t dwell much on whether they were "false gods."

If Fran’s demonstration of the Dragon Transformation Potion had made the people unable to challenge her rule, then Angmar’s testimony made the people start to truly believe in the god she represented.

Now, Fran’s claim of being the god’s messenger was no longer just a title—it had real meaning.

The book hidden under Fran’s robes began to grow warm, as if undergoing some miraculous transformation.

Now, Fran only needed to deal with the dragon to finish the trial.