Chapter 50 Blasphemer

"Look, it's Mr. Ye Su!", a shout came from the stall.

She was a fifteen-year-old girl, looking younger than Violet, but she was taller.

All I can say is, come on, Violet!

The girl pointed to the TV inside the shop's glass, where news about the "Scales of Judgment" was being broadcast live.

"Jesus?!"

"Brother Sijiu, we're staying overnight," Violet explained.

"know?"

"Ah."

"A man or a lady?"

Velvet: ………

"male."

"...Didn't Sister Jinian introduce the layout of this place before?"

"The feudal faction headed by the Pharaoh, and...", Violet (*???*) raised her chin, "the democratic faction headed by Sister Altori."

"No, no, it should be Brother Alto who is leading the charge!"

"Then Ye Su is the eternal runner-up of the Democratic Party."

After listening to Vilt's explanation, Lynn remembered something. The Democrats were divided into two parts. One was the wealthy businessmen or rich people in Altoli, and the other half was the people in the slums.

Ye Su is the boss elected by the slums. It is said that he is very righteous and is deeply hated by Altoli's group.

However, thanks to the daily delivery of black bread by rich people like Lisa, this slum boss is about to be replaced by others.

Lynn: Never mind.

"Virt, go and try this kushari!"

"Oh."

.........

at the same time.

Under the [Scales of Judgment].

The place was so crowded that even the air seemed to have become thinner. People were shouting and making noise, making the whole scene seem extremely noisy and chaotic.

Looking around, you can see that the stands on both sides are densely packed with various prominent and powerful people.

They were dressed in gorgeous clothes, some sitting upright, some whispering to each other, and every movement and expression revealed an attitude of superiority.

however.

Amidst all the noise, the most eye-catching figure is the black Pharaoh in the center.

Wearing a black robe, holding a scepter, and showing a mouthful of white teeth, he sat there quietly, like an unshakable mountain, and everything around him seemed to be eclipsed by his existence.

The black Pharaoh raised his scepter slightly, and upon seeing this, his guards quickly took action without any hesitation.

In the blink of an eye, the huge two-meter-high and extremely sturdy birdcage was lifted steadily in front of him.

Through the cracks in the cage, one can clearly see a sturdy eagle inside, with full wings and sharp eyes, as if it could spread its wings and fly into the sky at any time.

The black pharaoh fed the eagle skillfully.

"It's really, boring!"

Looking down, Pharaoh Tutankhamun felt a little sleepy.

"Your Majesty, please wait a moment. This boring punishment will soon be over."

The guard beside Tutankhamun spoke up and said that the man was one of the [Deadpools], Old Eight.

"What a pity that Mr. Alto didn't come today, otherwise I would be very curious about what his expression would be like."

Tutankhamun did not look at the guards, but glanced at the empty space below and sighed softly.

at last.

The "exciting" moment of trial has arrived.

Under the gaze of the crowd, a lone figure was escorted to the bottom of the execution platform. It was a man, and a middle-aged man.

Behind the man followed a group of jailers holding sharp spears, who mercilessly stabbed the man's body with the spears, forcing him to move barefoot and with difficulty towards the execution platform.

“Da! Da! Da!”

Accompanied by the sound of crisp yet heavy footsteps, every step the man took left shocking blood stains on the hard steps.

The whole scene was extremely solemn and no one dared to make a sound.

People watched this scene silently, their hearts filled with all kinds of complicated emotions. Some felt sorry for the man's fate, some were pleased that justice had been served, but more people were shrouded in this tense and depressing atmosphere.

I felt an indescribable fear and shock.

"Heresy, blasphemy!"

"Execution!"

Following the judge's verdict, the executioner pressed the man onto the scaffold.

That's when.

Under the execution platform.

A few dirty people started to curse:

"Kill that heretic! He dared to blaspheme the oracle. This punishment is too light!"

"Yes, he should be punished by the scarab!"

"Not only that! Blasphemy against the oracle is a challenge to our faith. Such heretics should be..."

.........

The crowd was filled with insults and began to boil!

After all, in the human world, gods are the foundation! Blasphemy against the oracle is simply a waste of life.

There was also a bustle on both sides of the stands, with Pharaoh's faction speaking excitedly, while the Democrats shouted symbolically.

Such trials take place almost every month, it's just their turn.

The Egyptian gods left their human circle in a laissez-faire state, and would simply find anyone they liked to manage it.

It is because of this that we have pharaohs and Tutankhamun.

but.

In order to monitor these captive people and prevent riots, the Egyptian gods left their slaves in the human circle, that is,

Servant of God.

A servant of God is an agent of God.

And one day, Isis, one of the nine Egyptian gods and the goddess of life, was depressed because her share in the human circle had decreased this year.

At this point, her agent made a suggestion.

Either change the manager of the circle of people, under whose management the number of people grows and the faith becomes more numerous and purer, then that person is the manager.

This proposal was adopted by the Egyptian gods, and thus, the democrats were born.

Compared to Tutankhamun's rule, these shrewd businessmen knew how to exploit better.

They developed many things to strengthen the human circle's belief and tried to replace Tutankhamun.

The two sides started fighting in this way, competing openly and secretly.

And this [Scales of Judgment] is the tool created by Tutankhamun to overthrow the democrats.

Just "invite" an oracle from the temple, and then "reasonably" let the democrats keep it for a while, during which time the oracle "happened" to be destroyed.

Ever since.

There is the man who is being tortured now.

But the democrats are not stupid. Sometimes oracles would "mysteriously" appear in the homes of powerful people, such as Tutankhamun.

The [Scales of Judgment] became a double-edged sword.

In this regard.

Both sides understood it tacitly.

"Execution!"

The judge smiled and looked at Tutankhamun humbly, then shouted at the top of his voice.

The already noisy crowd became even more chaotic, and those who had been cursing the blasphemers from the beginning began to join in the commotion like a flock of disturbed crows.

"Execution!"

"Execution!"

"Execution!"

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