Villain: After I died, all the heroines cried themselves to sleep.

Judgment Day.

This is the first time since the birth of truth that a sinful race has been publicly tried.

According to the chief judge's interrogation of the remnants of the sinners.

The other party is the only surviving descendant of the sinner clan.

This means that when the trial ends, the bloodline of the sinners will be completely severed, and no power will be able to threaten the world order or the peace of humanity.

Therefore, on this day, almost all of the high-ranking members of the human race gathered at the Hall of Truth.

To prevent any accidents, almost all the Templar Knights and Inquisitors were present to maintain safety and order within the Temple of Truth.

Outside the palace, the imperial guards took over.

The enclosure was divided into three rings, ensuring that even if the remnants of the criminal clan broke free of their shackles, they would have no chance of escape.

At that moment, a cacophony of exclamations erupted from outside the hall.

"It's His Majesty the Holy Emperor!"

The crowd parted to the sides, clearing the middle of the main road.

The emperor, dressed in magnificent robes and holding a scepter, entered the venue with a group of princes and princesses, escorted by the commander of the imperial guards.

He ascended to the second floor of the main hall, sat on the highest throne, and looked down contemptuously at the meeting place below.

The vigorous old man standing beside him was the strongest swordsman of the human race.

Leaders from various countries, including the King of Ling, had taken their seats, exchanged pleasantries, and quietly awaited the start of the court session.

Because it was a public trial, a small number of people were able to enter the hall as representatives to listen in.

Among them were students from the Royal Academy.

They were classmates who were remnants of a sinful race, so they were naturally qualified to participate in this trial.

when--

Suddenly, a deep, resonant bell rang out, echoing throughout the main hall.

Everyone's spirits lifted.

The trial has begun.

……

Wearing the Spirit-Sealing Shackles, Rogge was escorted into the main hall by the Chief Inquisitor.

He could feel the attention coming from all directions.

Whether it was curiosity, contempt, vigilance, or hatred...

A very small number of people seemed to have somewhat complicated expressions.

"It's really lively."

Rogge was not flustered by this; instead, he looked at the stage where the final act was about to begin with great interest.

It was almost exactly the same scene as the predetermined fate.

Even the composition of the invited guests remained largely unchanged.

Roger first looked at the audience seats, where the students of Class One were sitting under the guidance of their homeroom teacher.

The homeroom teacher still had that stern look on his face.

The others looked at Rogge with different expressions.

He skipped over the four good-for-nothings and only paused for a second at Ayane, whose hands were clasped tightly to her chest and who was full of worry, before immediately searching for Princess Lingsa and the Holy Sword Maiden.

Soon, he saw Julie standing with her arms crossed, glaring at him with a displeased expression, and Maya, who remained calm and rational.

Unsurprisingly, he found Princess Lingsa between the two.

Princess Lingsa was clearly somewhat restless.

Her eyes flickered, and after meeting Rogge's gaze, her body trembled violently.

Princess Lingsa pursed her lips, forcing herself not to cry, and turned her head to the side, no longer looking at Rogge.

Rogge looked away and finally saw the Fiora in the corner.

At this moment, Fiora was expressionless, her eyes were empty and lifeless, as cold as a pure sword, without a trace of life.

She was no different from the Sword Maiden whose predetermined fate had been sealed.

Click.

Rogge stopped in his tracks.

He had arrived at the very center, the seat for sinners.

I looked up at the high platform directly in front of me; that was the judge's bench.

Eight cardinals sat on either side of the judgment seat, while in the center, in the main seat, sat an old man wearing a white robe with gold trim and holding an ancient Bible.

He is the one known as the Agent of Truth, the Uncrowned Supreme One, the Apostle of God, and the Saint of the Moon—

Pope Sariel.

His status was extraordinary, even above that of the Holy Emperor.

After all, every emperor in history had to undergo baptism presided over by the Pope before ascending the throne.

"Let's begin."

The Pope nodded to the presiding judge standing to the side.

The presiding judge then stood up and took over the trial in place of the Pope.

"Next, I will judge the remnants of the sinful race."

The presiding judge began by questioning Rogge.

"Sinner Rogge, do you admit that you are a remnant of the sinful race?"

"That's right."

Roger answered calmly.

An uproar immediately erupted around them.

It seemed completely unexpected that Rog would so directly admit to his sinful identity.

The trial is ongoing.

After confirming Rogge's identity, the judge began to read out Rogge's crimes one by one.

Ignoring the judge's words, Roger looked around on his own.

His eyes burned with a dark will.

The truth that can obscure the world and destiny has nowhere to hide in his eyes.

The world turned into a blood-red mess.

Looking around, the temple knights and inquisitors lined up all around were almost all disgusting worms with mouthparts and compound eyes.

More than half of the high-ranking human leaders sitting on the second floor were no longer human.

Even the invincible Holy Emperor and the Sword Saint, known as the strongest among humans, were transformed into non-human beings.

The vast temple of truth has been completely dominated by inhuman monsters.

This trial was like a hypocrite's carnival.

They were laughing at the farce that was being staged by both humans and sinners.

It's chilling.

"Remnants of the sinful race, do you plead guilty to the above?"

The judge's voice rang out.

Upon hearing this, Rogge looked back at the judge's bench directly in front of him.

Including the presiding judge, the eight cardinals had lost their solemn demeanor, replaced by various ugly appearances.

However, to everyone's surprise, the Pope, who was sitting in the center, did not change at all.

Could he be human?

No, Rogge could sense that this was not the Pope's true nature.

They seemed to have noticed Rogge's gaze.

The Pope also looked down.

And just as their eyes met.

Roger felt a chill run through him, a coldness seeping from the depths of his heart that sent shivers down his spine.

It felt as if they were being watched by some terrifying monster that transcended dimensions.

The body's instincts are constantly sending out warning signals.

My heart was almost frozen.

Suddenly, an unnamed anger flared up.

Boundless anger and hatred welled up from the depths of Rogge's heart.

This was not Rogge's personal emotion, but rather the roar and howl of resentment carried by the sinful blood flowing in his veins, a roar that had lasted for countless years.

The flames of fury, formed from the dark will, burned fiercely, instantly incinerating all the chill around him.

A hint of surprise flashed in the Pope's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure and looked away.

The presiding judge questioned Rogge again.

"Remnant of a sinful race, do you confess your crimes?"

"I am a sinner, that's true, but why should I confess?"

Roger snapped out of his daze and answered confidently.

He turned and looked at the bishops on the judge's bench, and said slowly.

"Shouldn't you be the ones to confess?"

"What are you talking about?"

The presiding judge frowned.

Roger ignored the presiding judge and instead looked at the audience listening in the courtroom.

It must be said that this trial was truly a perfect propaganda platform.

The human leaders on the second floor, the representatives listening on the first floor, and the onlookers outside the hall.

It encompasses almost all classes of the human race.

Roger cleared his throat and then began his speech in a loud voice.

"You can take this as a story, or you can take it as a fantasy. Whether you believe it or not, what I am about to say is the truth as I know it."

"The so-called alien races are also human. The real enemy is the truth. We are living in a false world constructed by the truth, and humanity has been reduced to nourishment for some kind of existence..."

"I possess the magic eye that sees through to the very essence of truth... We must shatter this world of truth in order to return to reality..."

Rogge was open and honest, telling everyone he knew.

It's not about letting one person or a group of people know, but about letting everyone in the whole world know.

In fact, when Rogge acted as a member of the Sinners, he tried more than once to reveal the truth to the entire human race.

Unfortunately, all of humanity's channels of communication are controlled by the Truth Cult and the royal family.

His voice simply couldn't get out.

In contrast, this problem does not exist here and now.

Unfortunately, after Roger finished speaking, he was met not with uproar, but with complete silence.

Even the students in Class One were the same.

Nobody understands.

For those who have lived in the Truth Church for many years.

What Roger said was far too far-fetched.

It's like someone suddenly saying that the whole world is just a dream.

Others would just think he's crazy.

I simply won't believe it.

"Pathetic sinner, you have fallen into the mad delusions born of sinful blood."

The Pope slowly shook his head and said earnestly.

"The truth has long been recorded: the blood of sin possesses terrifying power, but it can also cause people to lose their reason, leading to mental chaos and ultimately madness."

In just a few words, he characterized Rogge's speech.

The Pope looked at Rogge with pity.

"Have you ever considered that what you're seeing might just be a false illusion? Why are you so stubborn, insisting that everyone else is wrong and only you are right?"

"It's probably because I have a difficult personality."

Roger shrugged and answered casually.

"Anyway, I don't expect to persuade others with words."

"It's pathetic to be so absorbed in your own world..."

The Pope shook his head, seeing that Rogge was incorrigible, and finally gave up trying to force him.

With a solemn and dignified expression, he held the Book of Truth in his hands and solemnly declared it to Rogge in front of everyone.

"O sinners who have fallen into madness, now I, Pope Sariel, in the name of truth, will deliver your final judgment..."

"Wait a minute, today is Judgment Day, that's true, but aren't you mistaken about something?"

Rogge interrupted the Pope.

He glanced down at the Pope in the dock and at the mocking hypocrites around him, and grinned defiantly.

"Is it possible that today is not the day you will deliver your final judgment on me?"

"But I will deliver the final judgment on you!"

Before the words could even finish...

Boom!

The dark flames of rage, long suppressed, suddenly erupted from Rogge's body, instantly melting away the shackles that had sealed his spiritual power.

In an instant, a terrifying, world-destroying force swept across the entire area, and the sky was ablaze with black flames that set the entire hall ablaze.

In an instant, it turned into a raging sea of ​​fire.

The sudden turn of events stunned everyone.

A resounding declaration echoed from the sea of ​​black flames.

"Foolish humans, today I will personally reveal the true face of the world to you as the King of the Sinful Race!"