Chapter 63 - 52 Positions
Muso flicked his fingers, and a white Spiritual Power Barrier instantly separated Rod and the others from the inside.
He turned his head and looked at Manolo Bana sternly.
"Elder Gula, something isn’t quite right with you today. As the Great Judge of the Internal Affairs Court, it is not wrong for you to doubt everything, but your stance should be neutral. Yet, I feel that you are very much targeting this young friend, to an unreasonable extent. Of course, I hope you’d be fair, as humanity’s fire is flickering and cannot withstand more internal strife and fratricide."
Manolo Bana scoffed coldly, "That’s because you all are too lenient and too merciful."
He stood up, his gaze emanating a coldness like icy water.
"The world is cold and it is cruel. The flames of fire bring not only warmth but can also burn the enemy to ashes. We should bind ourselves with harsher discipline, fight with colder methods, and this waste!"
He pointed his thick finger at Rod’s shadow.
"He has such great suspicion on him that he should have been stripped of his soul and his secrets extracted long ago. It is impossible for him to be alive until now. The only reason Guardian Qingyu let him go is that he said something utterly ridiculous—the Doomsday believers couldn’t possibly be this ridiculous."
"Listen!"
"Hear this! What kind of reason is that?"
"She is so weak, so naïve. How could she possibly be a candidate for the King? If she becomes our King, the Trolian Kingdom will crumble and become just another ruin in the endless darkness, waiting to be proven and excavated throughout the endless ages, just as we have always done!"