Chapter 348: Specially Came to Judge

An aura that even Ang could feel was strange must be something very rare. Ang himself knew how to use the farming magic of the four elements of wind, fire, water, and earth, and also possessed Holy Light power and death aura, as well as Dragon God Transformation and Druid magic.

He knew many powerhouses: High-Rank Sword Saints, Arcane Truth Mages, Spatial Mystery Users, and even knew the pet of lightning; there was almost no power he hadn't seen.

However, the power on this twelve or thirteen-year-old girl, who had her hands bound, her eyes covered, and a resigned expression on her face, was somewhat unfamiliar to Ang.

And this girl looked a bit familiar; he felt like he had seen her somewhere before.

"My lord, we caught a witch. If she uses her power to stare at people, she will turn them into a beetroot, so we covered her eyes. Please judge her," said the disaster victim who brought her over.

"Pfft? Beetroot? Why would she turn people into beetroots? These ignorant guys, they really know how to talk nonsense," Negris laughed out loud.

Turning others into another substance was indeed something some people could do, such as Ang's divine skill Elemental Conversion, which could turn soil into straw, but that required consuming divine power.

Secondly, there was the High Arcane—Polymorph. Here, it referred to 'High' rather than 'Advanced'.

In arcane magic, some magic couldn't be cast just because the level was high. This type of magic was collectively called 'High Arcane Magic'. It required a lot of profound understanding of matter, elements, space, power levels, etc., to be successfully cast.

For example, Polymorph. The caster had to at least understand the sheep's body composition, skeletal structure, and internal organ distribution, otherwise, what was turned out would just be a lump of meat and fur.

Therefore, some people called arcane magic the magic closest to 'God'. Various magical techniques were breathtaking, and no one had ever dared to say they had completely mastered arcane magic.

Even the Truth Mage Aistoria called herself a 'Natural Arcane' mage to the outside world, and wouldn't say 'Arcane' mage. At the very least, she couldn't cast Polymorph.

From this, it could be seen that turning others into sheep or beetroots was a means requiring super strong divine power and extremely high skills. No one would easily use it on ordinary people, unless her divine power was as abundant as Ang's, allowing her to squander it at will.

"It really looks like a witch's means, but it would be fine to make their mouths stick together, their eyeballs cloudy, or self-ignite and smoke. Why turn them into beetroots? Does this beetroot have any meaning?" Du Luo Ken asked suspiciously.

Beetroot? Ang tilted his head and suddenly remembered something: "It's you."

He remembered who this girl was—the sister of the big-necked child in the slum of the Land of Sinking. But she was only eight or nine years old, how did she become eleven or twelve now?

The blindfolded girl heard the voice, a look of shock appeared on her face, and she struggled violently, actually breaking free from those who were holding her, and tore off the cloth covered on her face.

After seeing Ang, the girl became excited: "My lord!"

It was indeed that little girl. After taking off the blindfold, Ang could recognize her more clearly. But in less than a year, how did she grow several years older?

You know, the stage of eight or nine to eleven or twelve years old for girls was the age of most rapid development. If there was sufficient nutritional guarantee, she could change her appearance in a year. The girl in front of him was completely different from the one he saw in the Land of Sinking more than a year ago.

"Your brother?" Ang asked.

Speaking of her brother, the girl's eyes immediately turned red: "Dead."

Ang tilted his head.

Perhaps seeing Ang's doubt, the girl said: "Illness, died of illness. Someone wanted to snatch the corpse, I turned them into beetroots, and then they caught me, saying I was a witch."

Negris gasped and cursed: "Kuba Da, damn it, they deserved to be turned into beetroots."

Du Luo Ken sighed leisurely: "It's better to be dead. They are all undead creatures, so there wouldn't be so many messy things."

"Are they guilty?" Ang asked.

If it were someone else, they might not understand the meaning of Ang's sentence, but the girl had seen Ang judge others before, so she shook her head: "No, they were just afraid of me."

The people around breathed a sigh of relief. From the moment Ang asked 'It's you', these people realized they might have caused trouble. They actually caught someone Lord Ang knew? They hurriedly shrank to the side, trembling.

When Ang asked 'Are they guilty', their hearts hung even higher. Fortunately, the girl didn't blame them, otherwise, a few would have been scared to death on the spot.

However, some people were still unconvinced. An old woman whispered: "Turning a living person into a beetroot, isn't this a witch's secret technique? Just like a witch turning people into mice."

Ang tilted his head, took out a bag of grain, lifted it to the sky, and it instantly turned into bread and fell down.

The old woman was so scared that she knelt down with a thud, saying in a panic: "Miracle, it's a miracle, not a secret technique, it's a miracle."

Anthony walked over with a smile, waved his hand, and the knights behind him surged over, catching all these people. Anthony's voice resounded throughout the field: "Everyone is very enthusiastic, this is worth encouraging, but remember—"

Speaking of this, Anthony's voice became incomparably severe: "Judgment is a right only possessed by God. He bestowed this right upon those who can listen to his divine oracles. The act of judging others indiscriminately without ability is an offense to divine power!"

Those who were caught felt their legs go soft instantly, and some timid ones even peed directly. Oh my god, offending divine power, what a terrible crime this was.

Seeing that everyone was scared enough, Anthony's tone turned light: "Considering it's your first offense, three lashes as a punishment. Remember, don't judge others casually."

"If you want to listen to divine oracles, then you must first read the Divine Law Holy Code thoroughly, take the Law Code exam, obtain the qualification of a Ruling Knight, then transfer to a Holy Emblem Knight, intern at the Mobile Judgment Court for three years, establish a correct legal concept, and then transfer to a Chief Judge to have the qualification to judge others."

"Remember, don't judge others casually, divine power is majestic and cannot be profaned! Alright, execute the punishment."

With an order, those guys who were caught were whipped three times by the knights, howling like ghosts and wolves. The onlookers who were not whipped were also scared out of their wits.

After getting closer, Negris couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "Is your church's judgment so strict? Then you just judged them, do you also have the qualification of a Chief Judge?"

"Hehe." Anthony chuckled twice and quietly took out a badge—a shield, a small hammer, and a scepter.

"Ruling Badge, Holy Emblem, Chief Judge's Hammer, Bishop's Authority, and you've seen my Pope's Scepter. You can take any Divine Law Holy Code exam you want. If I can't answer, I'll change my name to Negris Anthony," Anthony said.

Kuba Da! He was showing off again. Negris hurriedly changed the subject: "Why is this Holy Emblem a shield? Shouldn't it be called a Holy Shield Knight?"

"It's not the same thing," Anthony explained: "If there is anything left in today's church that is of the Light, then the Holy Emblem Knight and the Mobile Judgment Court might be the rare Light."

"This is a shield, and also a Holy Emblem. The full name is Justice Holy Emblem (Shield). Every Ruling Knight who wants to transfer to a Chief Judge must first transfer to a Holy Emblem Knight, join the Mobile Judgment Court, and go to remote areas, mountain villages, and small towns for three years to provide fair judgment for everyone."

"This is truly too bitter. I have taken this route for promotion several times in my rebirths. Every time, it was two people drilling into the wilderness, judging various disputes for those villagers and civilians who couldn't receive justice."

"Sometimes I couldn't enter the city for a year or two. I washed my underwear, wore it, washed it, and when it rotted, I had nothing to wear, wandering around naked. It was too bitter, so when the anti-static silk underwear went on the market, I bought a batch and sent it to the Judgment Court. Now the knights of the Judgment Court are especially kind to me."

The acting Pope of the Holy Church whispered beside Ascetic Ang. Everyone thought they were talking about major plane events. Who could have thought it was Anthony complaining about his bitterness.

While complaining, Ang followed the girl back to the shack where she originally lived and found a small corpse in the water-logged corner.

The shacks in the northern desert oasis and the City of Beauty were dry, ventilated, shaded, and comfortable places to live. The shacks in the south were purely a helpless move due to lack of materials. The humidity made the ground easy to accumulate water, and insects and ants were everywhere. Living in such shacks for a long time would lead to all kinds of diseases.

The girl hugged her brother's corpse, her face full of grief: "Thank you, my lord, for saving me. I hope to bury my brother outside the camp."

Ang tilted his head in doubt. Why bury him? Had he been dead for a long time?

Ang took it over and looked. No, it had just developed corpse spots; he had only been dead for a few hours.

Ang unleashed Holy Light, smeared it on the corpse, and after a round of activation, cast Rebirth on the heart position. The little boy woke up, gasping for air desperately.

The people around who saw this scene went crazy, including the girl. They all knelt down with a thud, shouting in a jumble. No one knew what they were shouting, and no one knew what they should shout.

Resurrection from the dead—even the Church of Light didn't dare to brag about such a miracle easily. There was no precedent, and they didn't know what to shout. Actually, there was a precedent, but the incident in Loran City in the north a few days ago couldn't have spread here so quickly.

Ang tilted his head. He felt that strange power on the girl again.

"What is your name?" Bringing the girl and her brother away from the refugee camp, Ang took Negris and the others out.

"Lucy," the girl replied, a very, very ordinary name. Among civilians, there were at least 3.3 out of ten named Lucy John.

"Why did you..." Negris gestured: "Suddenly grow so much?"

Lucy shook her head: "I don't know either. After I turned that person into a beetroot, I felt myself changing. Did I grow up?"

Du Luo Ken took out the Pointing Gold Rod and pointed it. A mirror appeared in front of Lucy. After the mirror appeared, Du Luo Ken took the opportunity to ask: "Why turn them into beetroots? Instead of something else?"

Lucy subconsciously looked at Ang, then blushed and said: "Delicious."

Negris understood instantly. It was estimated that the beetroot Ang gave her left too deep a memory, so when she suddenly used this power, she turned out the thing she remembered most deeply.

But what kind of power was this?

"I actually know a little bit," Du Luo Ken said, holding his chin and thinking: "Witch is a very special phenomenon. According to the witch's words, this is called self-belief. I am my own god, my power originates from my belief."

Negris slapped his waist: "I understand."

"You understand? What do you understand?" Du Luo Ken asked curiously.

"Self-belief, one's own power originates from one's own belief. By chance, she ignited the divine fire, but because of the same source of power, she has this strange aura. In essence, it is still the power of belief," Negris said.

Du Luo Ken shook his head: "Then why are there only witches, and no warlocks?"

"Eh, that's right, why are there only witches, and no warlocks?" Negris was surprised.

The two looked at each other for a while, having no clue, so they had to throw it aside for the time being.

"So in essence, witches are actually individuals who possess divinity? But because the source of belief is too small, only herself, the power is not strong, and it is easy to be caught by others. Because the power is too strange, people are afraid of her, so they are used to burning them to death?" Negris analyzed.

Du Luo Ken said: "This is power at the level of belief. The Church of Light certainly doesn't want to see them, so they rule them as heretics, and burn them at the stake once caught."

"There were quite a lot of witches before, why are they almost invisible now?" Negris said.

Du Luo Ken said: "If witches all have divinity, then they must be the target of the belief storm. Maybe they all died back then, so the King asked the witch to be careful?"

"Makes sense. Then why did one suddenly appear now? Turning into a beetroot, this is the divine skill of elemental conversion." Negris said, turning his head, only to see a row of beetroots on the ground.

Ang led Lucy all the way, lifting the soil on the ground. Every time he lifted it, there was an extra beetroot. Lucy was panting from exhaustion. Ang replenished her soul flames, and Lucy immediately became energetic again, thrusting her hands into the soil and lifting it up.

"Kuba Da! It's enough to test it, why make so many? Wasting divine power," Negris cursed.

Then he realized: "She can borrow your divine power?"

Ang nodded.

"Good fellow, you can turn grain into bread, soil into rice straw, and she can turn soil into beetroot. You must be in the same gang," Negris said irritably.

At this time, Feiti, wearing a scarecrow straw hat—looking like a middle-aged human to others, but a skeleton to Ang—raised his hand:

"I know, now that witches have appeared again, it must be because some kind of power that catalyzes witches has reappeared."

Some kind of power? What power?

Just as they were preparing to continue the discussion, at this moment, a loud voice suddenly came from outside: "Lord Anthony, Chief Judge of the Judgment Court, Kaloke greets you. We received news that a witch has appeared here. By the order of the God of Arbitration, I have specially come to judge her." ===== CHAPTER 349 =====