Chapter 51: Chapter 3 Order
Jing*
The big monk looked at other monks with a questioning look. His big two palms made a screeching sound as he dusted himself.
" That is that, then. I can't fight against the Order of Spirit."
He said while looking at other monks. They agreed with him since the temple wasn't able to take down the Order.
In the heart of the continent, there was a giant building with various talismans on its building to ward off any unwanted beings. The building was dome-shaped, 3 stories tall and wide as one stadium of the gladiators.
Step*
This was the headquarters of the Order's death squad aka Death holders. It was the court that judged criminals of the continent and gave them punishment for their capital crimes.
" We have brought ' Shanu '. He is currently held in the lowest part of the dungeon where other powerful criminals are imprisoned."
The leader spoke, bowing his head. The man on the throne stopped his movements as he looked at him.
" As expected from him. Unfortunately, he chose to intervene in the fight between the spirits. Additionally, he killed a few of them in the name of justice even if it would affect the entire world. Whether they were dark or not, that is up to our decision."
He said, wearing his mask. The mask looked like the face of the devil, with two red eyes and giant fangs protruding out of its mouth. Most importantly, it was alive. It directly attached itself to the man's face.
Groan*
The man groaned with pain, but he gestured for his subordinates to stop moving since he could handle this kind of artifact. He placed his hands on his back as he straightened his back.
" Let's go to the court where we will judge him."
He spoke, looking at the door. Each step he took left blood-like trails that indicated his power wasn't simple as he looks.
In the cell, the master looked at the criminals who once havoced chaos on the continent. They were the masters whose names were spread across the world.
" Look who we have here, Shanu! You are captured by them, haha."
One of the prisoners laughed with a sinister voice. He was an old-looking man with a frail looking body, but there were giant red tattoos all over his body.
" Arhat, you are here. I thought you were executed by the Order."
Shanu said, stroking his beard. He knew this monk who was once loved by everyone. He was the strongest monk of his time, but he fell into the temptation of the ancient dark spirit and massacred entire temple of his.
" They don't have the guts to do that. The Order isn't simple as it looks. They leave their prisoners to die in the darkness just like us. Of course, there are other cells where they call wailing hell or whatever."
Arhat grinned, exposing his rotten teeth. He was delighted to see the entry of someone like Shanu who was known for their good nature.
" I see. It doesn't matter anyway. I will gladly take on any punishment. Besides, I don't have much time left."
Shanu said, looking at the other prisoners who were eavesdropping on their conversation. He knew they like to torture others, but he didn't truly care about them. His heart was calm as the ocean.
Creek*
The dungeon door was opened and one guard had arrived. He scanned around him and found the target that he had to bring back for the trial.
" Monk Shanu, we will hold your trial in the court. Please follow me."
He spoke, releasing him from the wall. Although Shanu knew he was a criminal in their eyes, he didn't expect the guard would respect him. He even released him from his bindings.
" Thank you, young man. May spirits bless you."
Shanu replied, smiling gently at him. The guard nodded and guided him back to the court.
" We will meet soon."
Arhat shouted, gazing at his back with his bloodshot eyes filled with murderous intent. He was eager to break the spirit of this elder, he wanted to hear his wailing and scream.
Creek*
All he heard was the shutting sound of the door and the snickers of other prisoners.
" Shut up, will ya. I am trying to sleep."
A big man with tiger ears said, looking at him.
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