Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 949 - 205: Who Dares Judge Me? (3)
"Carlo!"
Veronica took a deep breath, suppressing her inner panic, and said, "You have seriously violated the edicts of the Church Court. I will represent the enforcement team of the Church Court and, under the witness of the Goddess, conduct a trial on you!"
"I see."
Carlo said, "Even you have betrayed... But I don't understand, where is this so-called Goddess of Life you speak of now?"
He glanced disdainfully at the statue recently shattered and destroyed, "Are you referring to that statue? Veronica, you, like them, cannot see the grander future!"
He spread his arms, gazing at the dome of the hall, "The Goddess of Life and other True Gods have long perished. They will no longer save this world, nor hear your prayers, let alone witness the so-called trial."
Carlo's voice echoed in the Holy Hall for a long time, but it also made the people's expressions increasingly grim.
The words just now were undoubtedly the greatest blasphemy against the Goddess of Life, and this was the Praise Sanctuary—the dwelling of the Goddess of Life.
Such a blasphemer should have been struck down with Divine Punishment by the Goddess of Life, burning Carlo to ashes in an instant. Yet now, Carlo brazenly desecrated this sacred place without fear.
More despairing for the leaders of the sect than the fear brought by pure power was that it confirmed one thing.
The True Gods had long since perished.
"Tell me, Veronica!"
Carlo's eyes focused, "Since even the Goddess of Life cannot judge me, how can a mere Judge of the Church Court have the qualification to judge me?"
"Perhaps that's true... but I know there is still one person who can!"
"Who?"
Carlo sneered, raising his voice, "Who else can judge me? Who dares to judge me?"
The arrogant voice echoed for a long time in the hall, and the leaders of the sect looked at each other, then lowered their heads in frustration. The Spirit Mother, Yayouma, responded, stepping out of the crowd, as if possessed, walking up the steps toward Carlo.
She was about to open the last barrier blocking Carlo.
"Come, Yayouma, tell them that only those with enough vision can achieve redemption."
Carlo gazed fervently at Yayouma as she gradually approached him.
Although everything happening at the moment did not fit his plan, he turned misfortune into a blessing. The pressure and despair advanced his power further.
Now, he was so powerful that he no longer needed intrigues to deal with those unwilling to submit to him; he used force to make them yield.
However, the next moment, Yayouma suddenly stopped in her tracks.
Amid the dejected sect leaders below the stairs, someone suddenly let out a gasp, and then everyone looked behind him in shock.
A hand rested on Carlo's shoulder.
"Are you Carlo?"
It was a strange yet somewhat familiar female voice.
Carlo turned his face to the side, a name slipped out, "Ave-Margaret!?"
No, how could Ave appear here?
Although the two faces were identical, their speaking manner and aura were fundamentally different.
Thus, only one answer remained.
"I listened to your speech just now."
"Ma, Mary—!"
A heavy punch was the response to Carlo.
His body spun like a kite with broken strings and crashed into the hall, merely the force of the punch shattered the barrier powered by the gathered strength of numerous sect leaders.
The legendary figure stepped over the shattered barrier, walking towards the crowd step by step, looking down at Carlo who had fallen to the ground as if viewing garbage.
"If you think a judge of the Church Court is unworthy, then let me preside over this judgment!"
Mary's voice echoed in the hall for a long time.
With each step she took forward, the decrepit and worn Holy Hall transformed under her power. When she descended the steps, the entire Holy Hall had already turned into a Judicial Court, with vines bursting from the ground, firmly binding Carlo's body and pinning him to the defendant's chair.
