The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 187 - 135 Public Execution_2

Chapter 187: Chapter 135 Public Execution_2

Suddenly, the judge’s bench went completely silent.

This was also the part they couldn’t understand—considering Rod’s background, the likelihood of him being a Doomsday believer was extremely low. Otherwise, would the leader of the Doomsday Sect really spend such a great price to have him infiltrate the Royal City, just to kill a Chief Judge?

Had he lost his mind?

"But you can’t just kill people like this!"

An official exclaimed, "If you are innocent, why not let the trial continue?"

Rod responded indifferently, "I can’t stand being tried alongside a Doomsday believer who is still on the stand, distorting truth and fiction, babbling away and fooling all of you idiots who can’t tell north from south."

"What did you say?"

"Arrogant, audacious!"

"We cannot possibly be deceived!"

But there were some who held opposing views.

"Based on his past experiences, we know he is a strong humanist, extremely hateful towards all Doomsday believers—none under his hand has ever been left alive."

"The Doomsday Sect killed all of his family members; this is understandable."

"If Gregor really did as he said, then he also murdered his comrades and companions, which makes his actions equally understandable."

"Gentlemen!"

A Judgement Master exclaimed loudly, "Lord Gregor could not possibly be a Doomsday believer! He is muddling the facts."

"Exactly, Doomsday believers are irrational madmen; they could do anything."

"Right, otherwise how could he bring in a Spirit Gun? How could he silently kill Gregor? It was clearly premeditated."

"Before he fired the shot, I didn’t even notice anyone had moved behind Gregor."

"He must have used some evil hallucination technique to blind us."

The Envoy looked at Rod and said sternly, "Can you explain this?"

Rod replied indifferently, "You call my Fire Spark a ’black bucket of rice,’ is it so strange to put other things into this bucket?"

The people at the judge’s bench glanced at each other.

This explanation they had heard before, in the statements of survivors, they often mentioned Rod repeatedly pulling out desperately needed supplies; otherwise, Sword Pass would have fallen long ago.

The ability similar to space storage was recorded in the Great Book Library.

However, it had not been seen in Trolian for a long time.

"This is very strange; your black bucket involves too many areas, right? A single Fire Spark, can it contain so much law?"

A Bishop asked, "How large is your storage space?"

Rod answered offhand, "I don’t know, but it can’t hold too much."

"Then how do you conceal your aura and Spiritual Energy?"

Rod displayed the necklace around his neck.

"Mist Necklace."

The crowd widened their eyes, and a Judge exclaimed in surprise, "Isn’t that Qingyu’s spiritual item? Why is it with you?"

The Chief Judge shouted, "He must have stolen it, to steal such a valuable item from Guardian Qingyu, this is unforgivable, he deserves to be executed on the spot!"

Rod sneered, "Shut your dog mouth, she gave it to me as a gift."

"You’re lying!"

Rod coolly said, "You can go ask if you don’t believe me."

The scene suddenly quieted down.

No one dared to delve further into this topic; what if it really was a gift?

That would drag the matter into the contest for the King Candidate, wouldn’t it?

The Supreme Council was very annoyed with such matters now and had issued a ban, matters involving candidates were to be handled by the Elder Council, and anyone involved would be severely punished.

King Candidate Qingyu had instructed her confidants to murder another candidate’s key lieutenant, Jon.

This wasn’t something they could handle.

Seeing their speechless expressions, Rod felt a huge weight lift off his shoulders.

Although he had received assurances from Miss Qingyu, he wasn’t sure about her actual position or whether she could protect him in this matter.

Now it seemed, just as she had said, there was nothing to worry about.

The Envoy didn’t pursue this topic further either, and after a few seconds of silence, he asked, "How did you kill him with one strike?"

"Grass."

"What did you say?"

"Grass, my Fire Spark."

A Judge who had thoroughly researched Rod’s profile explained, "This Fire Spark has the ability to compress the soul, allowing for extraction of excess Spiritual Energy from one’s own soul or damaging another’s soul."

"But isn’t that too strong?" a Bishop couldn’t help asking, "Instant obliteration of the soul."

The Envoy asked, "What are the conditions for activating this ability, and where are the limits?"

Rod answered offhand, "The condition is it needs to hit a flaw in the soul, I don’t know the limit, but so far, everyone I’ve shot has died."

Amazed murmurs filled the judge’s bench.

This was something they had never seen before.

A Priest murmured softly, "Should we let him try it on the mutated demonic flesh? We’ve found no way to kill it."

His words drew angry glares, and someone drowned his voice with a loud cough.

A hint of amusement appeared in the Envoy’s eyes, but he quickly suppressed it and continued in an impassive, calm voice, "Were there flaws in Gregor’s soul? He possesses the rare Death Abyss characteristic, making him very difficult to kill."

Rod responded, "My custom Sealing Spirit Bullet can strike the soul, hinder Spiritual Energy, and create flaws."