Enforcer Manual
Chapter 575: God said, Let there be rain_1

Chapter 575: Chapter 575: God said, Let there be rain_1

Song Lan realized something during this grand and imposing trial.

The Third Neutral Country was not a nation ruled by law.

Because from the angry curses of the Believers and Yeying’s explanation, he understood the reasons behind Father Delari’s execution.

Leading the people astray with heresies—this was the crime the Tribunal had charged him with.

Having a strong sense of the law, Song Lan did not understand what kind of a crime this was, nor why it was serious enough to sentence a person to death directly. The noise echoing in his ears even gave him the illusion that he had traveled back to the classical era.

Because thousands of years ago, Judges had also meted out capital punishment to an individual according to the majority’s thoughts on the Tribunal.

Before long, Song Lan heard the content of Father Delari’s so-called "leading people astray with heresies." His gaze did not linger on Aige even for an extra second. He did not beg for mercy. His eyes shone not with a yearning for life or fear of death, but with an intense emotion that was almost frantic.

"Now is a critical period for the survival of the Church. Only by eliminating our suspicions can we successfully overcome this difficulty. This disaster may well be the test given by Father God to see what has been supporting us up till today. Think carefully. Has it been mutual suspicion and the crossing of swords?"

As Aige extended the torch in his hand towards the stake and ignited the straw, Father Delari continued to look into the crowd with his fervent gaze, hoping to help them break free from this blind and fanatical tide of thought.

And this was exactly why he was put on trial.

Father Delari firmly believed that the "mine’s" chaos was a conspiracy concocted by the Barrosa Group, and for this reason, they needed to stop the behavior of mutual suspicion even more and trust each other to get through this crisis together.

He had witnessed the birth and prosperity of the Lunar Eclipse Sect and the turbulent times that had unfolded behind this prosperity. Therefore, no one understood better than him that infighting would only lead them to decline and destruction.

However, the Tribunal offered another interpretation.

They proclaimed that only the spies of heresy would be ambiguous about this matter, attempting to cover up their own crimes under the guise of righteousness. Amid the clash of two ideologies, the Tribunal gradually gained the upper hand. By burning the traitors, they successfully awakened the fanaticism that lurked deep within every Believer’s heart.

At the same time, their ruthless methods also made the observing Centralists understand how terrible the trials of traitors were. Hence, before they became the purged, they had better join the ranks of the Judges as much as possible.

The flames consumed Father Delari, but his urgent plea still penetrated the blaze and smoke, reaching the ears of the Believers in the square.

This scene made Yeying cover her eyes with her hands, unable to bear it.

Some indescribable emotion surged in her heart. Facing the Heretics, they were supposed to show the most bloodthirsty and cruel side, but looking at the execution platform’s roaring flames, what was evoked in her mind was the quiet little room in the library, where she and Father Delari had been sitting, listening to him telling the strange tales of the Lunar Eclipse Sect over the past decades.

The frenzied shouting of the Believers seemed to be filtered out by an invisible force, making Yeying feel an unexpected peace within her heart despite being in the square.

For Song Lan, who was unrelated to this trial, the unfolding events reminded him of the period in human history when witches were tried. Today, he had the opportunity to witness a reenactment of history.

History has proven time and again that when reason and irrational fanaticism clash, the latter always prevails.

He shifted his gaze from the execution platform and looked at the crowd, some admiring and some cursing.

Even the rare Believers who were touched by Father Delari’s plea chose to remain silent, quietly blending into the crowd.

Aige looked on with satisfaction at his handiwork.

In these most chaotic and turbulent days, the Tribunal’s power climbed step by step to the peak.

All who opposed were personally sent by him to the execution platform, and burned to ashes with a fire.

Perhaps their souls would indeed return to the embrace of Father God after death, but at least the cries of those departed souls could never return to this world.

The only dissatisfaction he had with this trial was that Father Delari’s life force was a bit too tenacious. He had thought that this old man, half in the grave already, would quickly succumb to the flames like the others and fall silent, but after so long, his ceaseless voice was still coming through the flames and smoke into his ears, without the slightest sign of weakening.

Suddenly, Aige sensed something unusual.

A wind had unexpectedly sprung up on the execution platform.

The flames surrounding Father Delari began to flicker in the wind, allowing Aige to see that the eyes of the man across from him were still bright and fervent.

"Let the fire burn even more fiercely!"

He was starting to become annoyed.

After having taken control over the entire Tribunal, he could no longer tolerate any opposing voices.

The Judges immediately brought more straw, but just as they were about to intensify the blaze, a pitch-black lightning bolt streaked across the sky.

All eyes in the square were drawn to this sudden apparition, causing them to momentarily forget the ongoing execution and look up at the sky.

Dark clouds had, unbeknownst to them, shrouded the world, splitting the sky in two with lightning.

Then, to the believers’ horror, they discovered that beyond the clouds there seemed to be a reflection of the world, filled with disorder and chaos, a place so distant that feelings of silence and death took hold of their hearts.

A torrential rain began to fall.

The downpour not only extinguished the flames on the execution platform in an instant but also snuffed out the fervor in every believer’s heart; all human sounds were stolen away by the rain, even Father Delari’s cries ceased under the baptism of the rainwater.

A cold sensation touched their skin, and an inexplicable panic enveloped everyone.

This was no ordinary rain – it seemed as if all the secrets and sins hidden in their hearts were exposed before it.

After an indeterminate time, finally, one believer, as if awakening from a dream, followed the intuition from deep within his heart and prostrated himself amidst the rain that was cleansing their souls, his actions leading the way for others. In the blink of an eye, the prostrate believers formed a continuous chain, their movements blending with the sound of the wind and rain.

Lu Xiang’s gaze, however, passed through the pouring rain and rested on Song Lan.

"Only a more extreme fervor can overcome a fervor."

She did not know if she was hallucinating, for it sounded like the wind, or perhaps a whisper from someone.

But this time, Song Lan did not nervously shove her hands into her pockets and pretend to scream as she had in the town of Kansariel.

The question that had been haunting Lu Xiang since Kansariel Town resurfaced once more.

Even the most powerful psychics could only possess one ability.

She could not comprehend how Song Lan had managed to create this typhoon and heavy rain.

The next moment, their gazes collided.

Song Lan seemed to see through the question in Lu Xiang’s heart.

"Don’t be afraid,"

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

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