The Sickness of a God

At this moment, Si Ming could only admit his defeat. "I thought the Remote Heaven Society's target was Nation of Valor, but I didn't expect it to be France. The art of war is to feign weakness and then feign strength; I've completely fallen for their trap."

Murong Qing was unsure whether she should offer words of comfort, since she hadn't really taken Si Ming's "intellectual prowess" to heart.

Just then, a slow, deliberate knocking sounded on the door.

This was not a pre-arranged signal. The group exchanged glances and simultaneously assumed a defensive posture, but they did not panic. After all, with the strength of everyone present, they could break through and escape even if they were surrounded by a large force.

Si Ming got up, went to the door of the secret room, and slowly opened the door. The person knocking was Xia Guanxue!

"I've said it before, I'm the kind of person who repays both kindness and vengeance."

Chapter 524 The Disease of the Gods

Local court.

"Guilty!"

The scales, embodied by the God of Law, delivered a cold, hard verdict.

In the past, once the judgment of the God of Law was Qi Ingestion down, both the defendant and the plaintiff would silently accept the verdict, at most preparing for an appeal. No one would question the result. But today is different.

"I refuse to accept this! Are you blind or deaf, Law God? There's so much evidence proving my innocence, how exactly did you rule?"

A nobleman dressed in magnificent robes, wearing a crest on his chest, slammed his fist on the table and protested loudly. The audience members in the gallery exchanged bewildered glances, all wearing expressions of incomprehension. The bias in the trial was so blatant that even a three-year-old could see that the Law God was taking sides. Evidence presented by the prosecutor was accepted, while evidence presented by the defendant was rejected.

The God of Law: "The defendant's protest is invalid. If he does not accept the judgment, he may appeal again after two months."

"Even if there's an appeal, you'll still be the one to judge. Judging from today's verdict, the outcome won't change at all. I suspect there's something wrong with your divinity; you've clearly become the emperor's lackey!"

A week earlier, even with the same unreasonable verdict, this nobleman would have simply accepted it with a shocked expression. Even if he suspected something was amiss, he wouldn't have dared to speak out, assuming there was something he had overlooked in the case, or that the prosecutor had other evidence. In short, the Law God was absolutely correct, and even if he made a wrong judgment, it was because he was misled by those below him.

However, after the French emperor issued a decree abolishing the privileges of the nobility and began a massacre of the nobles in the Capital Prefecture, all the nobles were filled with fear. Faced with the impending annihilation of their entire class, they were unwilling to be killed. They dared to do things that they had never dared to think about before. Not to mention that the case was so obviously biased, even if the case was tried fairly and justly, as long as the noble lost the case, he would question it on the spot.

The current situation in France is like a powder keg ready to explode at any moment, with every nobleman on edge.

A calm, unwavering voice echoed from the scales, "Questioning is invalid. According to the constitution, the judgment of the Law God is absolutely correct. Bailiffs, quickly take the prisoner into custody."

"Screw your absolute correctness! I'd like to see who dares to touch me, Senior Miao!"

Several beams of energy shot in, striking the pressure points of the bailiffs present and sealing their movements. Then, an elderly man with piercing eyes, white hair, and a youthful face stepped in.

"The absolute correctness of the Law God is for the purpose of maintaining national order and stability. However, his actions today are completely contrary to this intention. If the Dharma King wants to abolish noble privileges, he can simply submit a bill to the Grand Council according to the rules and act with dignity, instead of resorting to such despicable means. I originally did not want to get involved in this political struggle, but what I have seen and heard today is simply unbearable. I have no choice but to step forward to uphold justice!"

The old man stood tall and proud, speaking eloquently, his voice like thunder in broad daylight. His noble spirit endured, his aura soaring to the heavens, striking fear into the hearts of petty villains.

"It's the Sea-Subduing Fist Grandmaster!"

"I didn't expect him to show up, and even defy the judgment of the Law God in court. It seems we're really going to break off all ties."

"Nonsense. When Su Yingbo slaughtered all the nobles in Capital Prefecture, the two sides had already broken off relations. In the end, it's not even certain whether abolishing noble privileges was the Emperor's decree. There are rumors that the new emperor is being controlled by someone; otherwise, how could he have issued such drastic decrees?"

The defendant nobleman felt relieved when he saw the old man appear. He glanced at the judge and the scales of Law God on the platform, sneered, straightened his collar, flicked off non-existent dust, and then slowly walked down the steps.

"Roaring in court, disrupting court order, committing violence in court, resisting the law with violence, and intentionally injuring law enforcement officers—multiple offenses warrant punishment. Given that the law enforcement officers are incapacitated, in accordance with regulations, this Law God."

As soon as he finished speaking, the scales suddenly transformed into the appearance of a yamen runner. However, no one would actually take him for a yamen runner, because he was not only three meters tall with an eight-foot waist, but also wore heavy armor that was completely airtight, resembling a small fortress. He was holding a water and fire stick as thick as a telephone pole and was smashing it down on the head of the defendant nobleman.

The old man's expression changed, and he hurriedly pulled the defendant over. He threw a punch like thunder, without any visible effort to build up his strength, yet the force was as powerful as a mountain, the Zhenhai Fist Intent to calm the waves.

Fists and sticks clashed, unleashing tremendous force. It was as if a hurricane had swept through the courtroom, blowing all the spectators away. They crashed into the walls, their heads spinning. A flush crossed the old man's face. He groaned and staggered back three steps, each step shattering the ground beneath his feet.

Without a chance to catch his breath, the God of Law struck again. The old man quickly threw the person away, then crossed his arms in front of his chest, and his body burst with energy, forming a protective aura that was as solid as an impenetrable wall.

However, the next moment the protective barrier shattered, and Sea-Subduing Fist Grandmaster flew out like a baseball hit by a powerful force, his splattered blood staining his snow-white beard bright red.

The God of Law reached forward and grabbed, his arm suddenly growing larger and longer as he reached for the Sea-Subduing Fist Grandmaster in mid-air. Just as he was about to touch him, countless fist shadows stirred, and the hand of divine power exploded.

"Streams Flow to the Sea, Dust Forms Mountains!"

A vast amount of primordial Primal Qi from heaven and earth converged towards the Sea-Subduing Fist Grandmaster. Each Primal Qi was shaped like a fist, making it appear as if countless people were throwing punches at the Sea-Subduing Fist Grandmaster. Soon, these small fists coalesced into a fist larger than a person, with Primal Qi surging within, producing the roar of waves crashing against the shore.

Pedestrians on the street looked up and saw that the Spirit Transformation expert was about to use his ultimate move. They screamed in terror and scattered in all directions, fearing that they would be affected by the residual force. Those inside the courthouse even used their lightness skills to jump down from the building.

The Sea-Subduing Fist Grandmaster's single fist pressed down, its force like Mount Tai pressing down, its power like a meteor falling swiftly. Before it even touched the ground, the powerful fist wind had already pressed a fist-shaped indentation into the road.

"The evidence of damaging public property is conclusive."

The God of Law spoke in a cold voice, then gripped the Water and Fire Staff with both hands, channeling boundless divine power into it, filling the surrounding air with a viscous, liquid-like divine energy, before violently swinging it upwards.

In the instant of the clash, Sea-Subduing Fist Grandmaster's figure faltered slightly, showing signs of defeat. However, his hidden left hand followed up with an additional three points of force, instantly shattering the Water-Fire Staff and causing it to continue its downward fall.

However, the closer he got, the more immense the resistance Sea-Subduing Fist Grandmaster felt, as if he were in a deep sea with turbulent currents, with streams of divine power crashing against his protective aura, threatening to engulf him at any moment.

Without any moves or techniques, the God of Law simply outputs a massive amount of divine power. However, the total amount of divine power accumulated over hundreds of millions of people worshipping him for over a century is already an astronomical figure.

When a crossbow is at its last gasp, it can no longer pierce even the finest silk. When the fist's force was less than five centimeters from the God of Law, the Sea-Subduing Fist Grandmaster's ultimate move finally ran out of power. It instantly transformed into a small boat in a storm, shattered by a giant wave. The divine power erupted in the form of a shockwave, carrying the Sea-Subduing Fist Grandmaster into the air, followed by a violent explosion.

The aftershocks shook the earth, causing the surrounding buildings to creak under the strain and crack open with terrifying fissures. In mid-air, a figure, covered in wounds and with singed hair, could be vaguely seen flying out of the explosion and quickly disappearing.

The God of Law did not pursue him, for there is a sequence to the enforcement of the law. His actions were not intended to capture the Sea-Subduing Fist Grandmaster. Instead, He conjured another large hand, grabbed the defendant who was already lying on the ground, trembling with his hands behind his head, and brought him back to the courtroom.

On a tall building in the distance, the Nether Master, who had witnessed the entire process, said to Shentu Chuang beside him, "The God of Law is indeed more just than ordinary people, but relying on individuals to ensure the correctness of the law still leaves too little room for error. It's like a feudal monarchy placing all its hopes on the wisdom of its ruler. No matter how well-educated the royal family is, there will inevitably be a tyrant, and then the dynasty will decline."

Shentu Chuang glanced at it and said, "They were living a perfectly good life, and you went and killed their emperor, causing political turmoil throughout the country, and then you stood by and said they had a low tolerance for mistakes. Don't you think that's too ostentatious?"

The Nether Master coughed twice, then said awkwardly, "Humans get sick, and so do gods. I just wanted to see what a god would be like when he was sick."

"What kind of illness does the deity have? Is it a mental illness or a psychotic disorder?"