Legend of the chosen ones: Beyond Destiny

At this moment, a series of accusation letters, scattered like celestial flowers, spread across the table with a crisp sound, leaving everyone pale-faced.

As if falling into an icy abyss.

It's like waking up from a self-satisfied dream, suddenly realizing the terrifying reality before them, and even glimpsing an even more frightening future.

"You all truly possess extraordinary skills, one by one."

Yidra sneered, "Speak up, why are you silent now? Weren't you speaking loudly just a moment ago? Let me see, who else has any earth-shattering words to say? Any more grievances or injustices to accuse?"

"Saint have mercy!"

Amidst a series of sounds of kneeling, each figure trembled as they prostrated themselves on the ground, unable to speak further, leaving only the miserable crying and wailing.

Fully expressing disbelief and horror, and even the regret of being deceived.

How much of it is acting, and how much is genuine?

Yidra lowered his eyes, looking indifferently from above.

Knowing well.

Like a tulip bulb being auctioned at an unbelievable price, something seemingly plain might ascend to unreachable heights when driven by waves... But are the participants truly foolish? Or did they really not foresee this anticipated future?

They simply thought, when falling, it wouldn't be them, that's all.

A farce where everyone is equally 'smart,' hence 'stupid' just right.

The majestic posture when succeeding, controlling everything, and the ignorance and regret of being deceived when failing, are merely alternative masks.

They always have choices, even adapting to the situation, choosing both sides.

After all, it's just foolishness, ignorance, luck, a moment of lapse... everyone knows if our hearts are good, if the starting point is good, then the congregation will definitely not be overly harsh.

Indeed.

Everyone knows the generosity of the congregation... Precisely because of this, they arrogantly committed such great evil!

Neglecting divine affairs, debasing holy grace!

Yidra held that seemingly plain Holy Seal, squeezed until distorted, looking at the wastes before him, wanting to throw them all into the Border Prison, burn them to ashes!

Yet, no matter how furious he became, he never lost his temper, only biting his teeth in endurance.

At this critical moment, clearing out these wastes would instead plunge the Eastern District into greater chaos...

Only able to settle accounts slowly afterward.

The urgent task is to clear out all believers who used the Holy Seal, absolutely prohibiting the spread of poison!

"You, you, you, and you—"

He raised his hand without looking, casually pointing at four Main Priests: "Behead, thrown into the Border Prison, burn for a hundred years."

The pointed Main Priests' faces grew paler, never expecting such severe punishment, one amongst them hadn't even been involved, immediately shrieked, intending to speak, but was already held down by the Angel, then, head chopped off, tossed into the heated box, accompanying the two earlier unlucky ones.

Instantly, half of the conference room emptied.

The kneeling Main Priests were already drenched in sweat, trembling uneasily.

Instead, as the Archbishop sweated and trembled, he silently breathed a sigh of relief—since the Saint didn't deal with everyone in one go, it indicated there was still room for maneuver, still the chance to redeem with sins.

Then, he heard the Saint's disposition towards him.

"Deprive of the honor of audience, strip the crown, exiled for fifty years."

Yidra said indifferently, "Considering the crisis, you're allowed to redeem with sins, postponing disposition, reassessing after this matter concludes."

The Archbishop slammed his head frantically, so forcefully that it broke bloody, almost laughing with joy... redeeming with sins is good, redeeming with sins, even if disposed of after the matter, as long as he doesn't make mistakes, at the very least, the penalty lowers a level!

Death sentence commuted!

Even if the outcome remains miserable, at least it's far better than being directly disposed of.

But then, a heart-wrenching pain burst forth from his chest.

He groaned, nearly screamed, desperately stifling it.

"Death penalty spared, living punishment unavoidable."

Yidra contemptuously lowered his eyes, glancing at that foolish survival mode, casually flicking, a spark landed in the Archbishop's body, turning into flames, silently burning his intestines, bringing pain.

Once the Fire of the Border Prison ignites, unless forgiven by Holy Grace, it absolutely will not extinguish.

The Archbishop trembled, drenched in cold sweat, with all effort suppressing the urge to scream, while continuously kowtowing, thanking the Saint's generosity.

The remaining, too mostly or partially, all faced disposition, though some were permitted, redeeming with sins.

After the disposition concluded, only then did the Archbishop summon the courage to ask, "The vacancy left by the Holy Hall, if left unaddressed, will surely cause chaos, may I ask the Saint how to handle it?"

"Sobora, you take over."

Yidra casually reached out, pointing to the single old Main Priest who wasn't involved in the Holy Seal incident, yet accurately named him.

For a while, even the dazed old Main Priest struggled to react, then, ecstatic, kowtowing, praising the Holy God and Saint's mercy, accepting this challenge, pledging resolve, never shaming the congregation.

In the brief silence of death, the Archbishop couldn't help but glance at that guy, almost unable to contain his jealousy.

Perhaps once this matter is over, Sobora will most likely take his place. After realizing this, the other Main Priests looked at old Main Priest Sobora with newfound intimacy, already calculating in their minds how to pledge allegiance and begging him to put in a good word for them.

The Saint had no patience to understand the thoughts of these ants, and his gaze finally fell on the Main Priest who was the first to trade with the rebel camp.

There was no need for questioning; the terrified Main Priest confessed everything as if pouring beans from a bamboo tube, sobbing and regretting ever getting involved. It was all because the people from the rebel camp were too cunning, which led him to make a mistake. He only hoped the Saints would show mercy, considering that his starting point was well-intentioned, and give him a chance to atone for his sins.

It wasn't long before the Personal Guard Saint Envoy pushed the door open and reported: "Your Eminence, the circulation channel of the Holy Seal in the city has been roughly identified. Shall we act immediately?"

"No rush."

Yidra smiled coldly: "Those hiding scoundrels must be struck with a single deadly blow; making too big a move will only scatter them...

There is still about a month left, so let me play with these heretics!"

He waved his hand, signaling the unrelated people to leave, and after having the weeping Main Priest who wanted to atone for his sins imprisoned, he turned back and looked out the window.

Outside the Sacrifice Great Cathedral, the gathered believers shouted fanatically and cheered, not even knowing what was happening, now passionately gathering in the great plaza, crying and demonstrating their devout desire for a blessing.

Flagellants swung their whips over and over, lashing themselves until they were covered in wounds, and some even lit bonfires, throwing their offspring into the Fierce Flames as a burning sacrifice...

Such chaos, so irritating!

After all, most of them will eventually be cleaned out as sinners, so why can't they just wait quietly and let me have one less thing to worry about?!

Yet as a Saint, I can't step out to reprimand them.

Noticing his frown, the Personal Guard's expression suddenly cooled, "Your Eminence, should I go and disperse them?"

"No need to bother with them."

Yidra coldly withdrew his gaze: "Let's go back to the Holy Hall to rest."

Soon, the splendid and solemn Sacrifice Great Cathedral's central Holy Gate reopened with a high-pitched roar, and the believers outside became even more ecstatic, shouting and calling.

Yidra glanced indifferently, withdrew his gaze, and stepped toward the luxurious carriage.

But at that moment, he paused in his movement.

He looked up in astonishment at the cheering believers below the steps, and among the crowd, the only two figures who had not knelt in worship.

Such audacity!

One figure was tall, like a giant, with hands exposed outside the robe, glinting faintly like iron.

The other was petite, like a young girl, yawning impatiently and complaining about something.

"..."

In the brief silence, the tall figure lowered his head, the lips beneath the hood moved, saying something to the person beside him.

In that moment, the young girl seemed to laugh silently.

Then, reaching out, she pulled back the hood, revealing to Yidra the face printed on countless wanted posters.

Damn...

Yidra's pupils instantly contracted, and instinctively, he took a step back.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Thunder erupted from the crowd, the massive roar spreading, tearing through ear drums. The gust of wind howled, rushing forth.

And immediately after, a spine-chilling piercing sound burst from the highest point of the Holy Hall!

It was like steel grinding against steel.

So harsh.

It was a spear!

A buzzing spear had already wedged into the ironstone, penetrating the Holy Gate of the Sacrifice Great Cathedral, like a nail.

Suspending an inconsequential remnant body, buzzing.

Drip, drip, drip...

Thick blood slowly oozed from the impaled remnant body, trickling down the ornate carvings on the gate, staining the large sacred icon in scarlet.

—Saint Yidra!

In the sudden deathly silence, everyone seemed to forget to breathe.

Staring dully at the scene in front of them.

Until the first scream erupted from the crowd, and then, the screams of fear and shock swelled like a tide, rapidly expanding, engulfing everything.

Sobbing, terrified flight, standing petrified, the crowded plaza instantly turned into a cauldron of chaos, and amidst the fleeing crowd, Ji Jue finally reached up and pulled off his hood.

Gazing at the scene ahead.

A soft sigh.

Truly, a sight to behold!