As those ringing words fell, many jurors in the tribunal stirred, exchanging glances and quiet remarks as thoughtfulness rose in their eyes.
Indeed, the Crimson Prison Society was the evil cult the Alliance had explicitly ordered eradicated. Brutal and bloodthirsty, it offered sacrifices to Inferno and delighted in slaughtering living beings. Yet the Oath of Embers had fought it to the death for generations, resisting the Inferno Rules with their own wills. No matter how one looked at it, they could hardly be considered an evil cult.
Lin Sheng had slain several deacons of the Crimson Prison Society. By either reason or sentiment, that was not a crime, but a meritorious deed.
The atmosphere in the room, previously overwhelmingly against him, had begun to shift.
The obese Alliance inspector's expression stiffened. The rebuttal left him tongue-tied, unable to speak for a long while. Instinctively, he turned toward Kasjin in his seat.
Kasjin narrowed his sinister eyes slightly, his fingertips gently rubbing the hem of his robe as a cold gleam flashed through his gaze.
The inspector shuddered, then thrust out his belly. A spiteful sneer returned to his face as he stepped forward and renewed his attack in a shrill voice.
"Hmph! Such high-sounding words! But what of it? Even if your words make flowers rain from the heavens, you're still nothing but an Extraterrestrial Evil."
He stared fixedly at Lin Sheng, deliberately emphasizing each word, every syllable dripping with mockery.
"Don't think I don't know! That human body you're wearing was seized through some bizarre, secret method to disguise yourself! For an evil thing occupying someone else's flesh, you certainly have a silver tongue."
At those words, strange looks returned to the eyes of many watching Lin Sheng.
Parasitic possession and disguising oneself as a human were among the