You will also encounter Shura Field after exile [Greek Mythology]

"I defend myself against the so-called accusation and my sin." The philosopher raised one hand, then lowered it, sighing, "What defense do I have, when Jesus Christ was not born?"

"Of course it's not his fault. Even if he was born, I don't intend to believe it. I think the world is material, and this world is a living fire that will never be extinguished. Okay, I'm done, don't delay others. time."

Some simply refused.

There are people who speak eloquently about the evils of faith.

Someone flattered God and ridiculed him for caring too much about the human world.

There are also people who are too excited to show everyone the academic achievements of his life, although their language skills are worrying.

Some people recite their poems.

Some people think that it is possible to play a little music so that everyone can understand what he has been busy with in his life, "Because I am really not good at words."

"I have to say, I enjoyed watching it." Sariel said, yawning.

The angel next to him gave him a strange look, shook his head, and couldn't help feeling that he might really be crazy.

"What do you want?" an angel asked.

The interrogate thought for a moment.

"I don't want anything." He said flatly, "or I want a lot."

"I hope my child can grow up bright and happy, be a healthy child, and be proud of being a human being."

"I hope that my descendants can pass on the sacred flame that we have carefully preserved for thousands of years and are still burning in the battle against countless darkness and evil."

"What if the source of your so-called sacred fire and the wisdom itself that you pride yourself on is evil, stolen from the gods?"

The archangel asked majestically.

"Today, in this most majestic and authoritative doomsday court, we will sentence the sinners of the gods."

"The goddess whose name is Prometheus."

The wandering souls and the angels fell silent. They looked at the slowly opened door together. The hooves of the gray horse rider, representing death, sounded quietly in the hall where needles could be heard. The pure white hall A majestic holy light shrouded above, illuminating the coming knights.

It didn't come to take a prisoner.

It just brought a dead body.

The corpse of the gods may be slightly different from that of human beings. For example, it is still soft and has not rotted or deformed, but everyone still knows that it is a corpse.

This is indeed the corpse of a young girl. She has long frost-white hair, a thin figure, her eyes are closed, and her chest no longer rises and falls.

The gray horse rider placed it on the waiting table.

Her arm dropped, revealing the scar on her wrist.

"What, interrogating the corpse?"

People couldn't help talking.

"Everyone." The angel struck the judgment hammer, "Please see clearly, it is this despicable and shameless goddess who polluted your souls with bad thoughts and kept you far away from God and the Lord."

"She is a filthy and despicable goddess, born rebellious, she killed her father and elder brother, and conspired against the king."

"Betrayed a friend."

"Bravely appropriating the gifts of the gods to mankind, and claiming to be the parents of mankind."

"In reality, however, the gods have bestowed upon mankind various gifts, and she has merely polluted the hearts of mankind with her selfish and vicious tastes."

"And then she leads you to deceive the gods."

"Then go to steal the fire seed in a passionate way, and teach you the knowledge of the gods, so that you will suffer from hunger and cold, and live in endless pain."

"Let all the disasters befall the world."

"There are countless gods and ancient souls who can testify to this matter."

"I have something to say." A wandering soul raised his hand high.

"Tell me," said the angel politely.

"She has witnesses to prove her crime, but as you can see she is dead." He said flatly, "So you don't plan to arrange a defender for her?"

"Her own witnesses, witnesses to the crimes against which you so viciously accuse her?"

The archangel was silent for a while, "We will appoint gods."

"Goddess Athena, are you willing?"

The dark-haired goddess nodded.

However, Wandering Soul's hand did not let go.

"I remember the court saying that witnesses can participate voluntarily." He said loudly, "We are all human beings. Is there anyone willing to defend and testify for this goddess?"

"Shut up these people." An angel said.

"Their minds have been blinded so deeply that they are now fanned by some sort of frenzy."

"Look carefully at this woman. What you believe in, what you believe in, is this 'corpse'."

"See clearly, this is an unclean woman, she is the incarnation of snakes and scorpions, you understand that she is a born liar, she is best at deceiving people's hearts and making your minds lose their minds."

The man thought for a while.

Angel showed a satisfied expression.

"Please wait quietly, we will give an explanation."

"We will give the greatest love and tolerance, and welcome your return."

"But we don't like to hear you show your power against a corpse." Another person said coldly, "Aren't you gods, omnipotent, revive her, and let her admit it herself."

"To be honest, the absence of the defendant in the courtroom is really not interesting." Another person said, "This happened to me when I was alive, and they dug up my ashes."

"Damn it, I've been a soldier for the church all my life."

Someone comforted him for a while.

"Either extensive evidence collection to make a conclusion, or revive her." The crowd reached a consensus.

"Is there anyone willing to support her innocence?" Athena asked.

Angel looked at the crowd.

Then the first person stood up.

Then there's the second person.

"I would like to defend her with all my logic and eloquence," someone said.

"I am willing to defend her, and I can prove what wisdom means to a human being."

More people stood up.

Angels choose to ask believers.

After all, more than half of the number are angels and believers who entered heaven.

"Would you like them to defend her?"

The first believer raised his hand, and then his hand trembled, trying to put it down in the helplessness.

"It's not that I don't think she's guilty, but I think she should admit it herself."

He said in a panic, but the person sitting behind him reached out and held his trembling wrist.

And then the next person.

Believers are the silent lambs.

But they will follow the leader.

"She should have defended herself."

"Even with the crimes she was charged with."

"There should also be sufficient evidence."

The angels were flustered.

They set their sights on the Supreme Lord.

Human beings no matter what, no matter how they slander, no matter how they slander, they will nail her evidence and use the most vicious language to describe her.

Humans naturally love her.

Humans are born like her.

Because they are the creatures she created with love and hope, her lifelong ambitions and dreams.

"Speaking of which, I have seen her." A soul said softly, "It was a long, long time ago, and she asked me a question."

"If human beings go far away in the future, they will encounter impassable mountains and vast seas, what will we do?"

"How did you answer her?"

"I said, just remove the mountain and fill up the sea."

He said softly, "Then she gave us the tinder the next day."

We are loving children she believes in with all her heart.

What can we be ashamed of?

"We are grateful for the path she has chosen for us."

"Although it is difficult, although the Garden of Eden and the golden age are lost, although the gods no longer favor humans."

"But we have the ability to fight for freedom."

Speaking of which, there is a kind of mother who is cruel to her children.

Because she knows that the road ahead is too difficult.

She hoped that they could live in this world strong, free and dignified, and would not forever be the vassals of another creature, and would not forever be the lambs of the gods.

Have times changed?

No, this is the best of times.

This is the time we should fight to the death.

"If the criminal evidence is now in the books and what you said, I will admit her."

"Although she killed her father, killed the king, and many other evil deeds." Someone said, "but it's like the evidence you listed."

"Then I can understand her betrayal." Someone said, "What's wrong with fighting for a mother and a child."

"I would like to admit her."

"I would also like to admit her."

"I would like to praise her as a martyr and an Illuminati."

"She was meant to be a martyr and an Illuminati."

Moros lowered his eyes, he had been looking at the girl's face.

He knew that some one-in-a-million miracle seemed to be growing.

This miracle was too vague, whether it was her or herself, it was a miracle that she had never expected.

The gods should wear crowns.

Before that, all the gods were crowned by the main god.

She has never worn a crown in her life.

Amidst the noise, the scolding of the angels and the discussion of the people, the courtroom continued to read her guilt without emotion.

There was some faint light that set off the young girl, making her body translucent, and then the golden thread carefully outlined every feature of her.

"We hope she can defend herself, otherwise she can't be so rashly convicted and cremated." Human said.

"Impossible," said the angel, "We can't revive her, she has no power."

"Her evil power has resigned, you should calm down and wake up from it."

A cold and calm voice came from behind him.

"I can defend myself."

The girl stood on the judgment seat, and countless bright golden lights poured down from the holy light of the dome, but the holy light seemed dimmed under this kind of light, and the falling petals and radiance lingered around her hair.

And she bowed her head humbly.

"Who is wearing the crown for her?" Even the Lord was surprised.

"Grass people."

"poet."

"philosopher."

"Rebels."

"Revolutionaries."

"The obedient."

"We admit her."

The crown was forming rapidly, and on top of her frost-colored hair, it formed the most exquisite crown in the world.

When each god wears the crown, the shape is different.

All the gods saw her hair crown clearly.

It is thorns.

It was a crown of thorns.

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