Donald's compromise means that their two teams completely give up resistance.

In fact, they can't resist either.

The gap between the dominant level and the awakening level is not simply a matter of relying on the number of people to make up, otherwise the Saint Association would not have been defeated as thoroughly on the Abyss Island.

Not to mention that this place is the true base camp of the Justice Sect. Even if Donald and others sacrificed their best efforts to fight to the death of the dominant class in front of them at the cost of serious injuries or even death, the Knights of Justice Sect that occupied half of the streets outside would not be able to see it.

Fortunately, the Justice Sect is different from other sects. They may have strict sanctions for aliens, but until their guilt is determined, the Justice Sect will never use lynching or some disgusting means to force them to submit.

This is the bottom line of the orthodox sect, which is currently the most powerful and widely believed in the Ryan Empire.

It is precisely because of this that Donald made the decision to surrender.

His hands were shackled, and for a moment, Donald felt that his breathing was a little uncomfortable. He looked down at the shackles and the magic circle patterns on the chains. This time, not only was he talent, but he could not even use his own mental power.

"Don't try to untie it. This kind of shackles is specially prepared for alien disciples. The disabled magic array engraved on it is one of the core magic arrays of our sect. From the moment you wear shackles, all your power will be completely imprisoned... This is the effect of a magic technique."

The one who put Donald in shackles was a captain of the Knights, one of the few knights standing in the lobby with the middle-aged man.

"I have a clear conscience and believe you will give me a fair judgment, so I'm not ready to try it."

By this time, Donald had completely calmed down and said in his eyes.

As for the so-called magical effect, he knew a little.

The God of Justice, which is believed in by the Justice Denomination, has some special names of gods, such as the Hand of Equality, the God of Disability, and the God of Justice.

The origin of the God of Disability is because this god is often depicted in religious paintings as an elderly one-armed warrior and often has a blood-stained bandage covering his wounded eyes.

This is why the Justice Denomination uses the 13th day of each month as a day of disability to hold ceremonial prayers.

This kind of prayer is not meaningless or simply to express one's faith. In fact, it has a wide range of functions. The most important point is that the denomination can obtain God's blessing and gain the power to use divine arts through this prayer ceremony.

This situation can be simply compared to monthly salary payments. God is the boss of the sect group, and the 13th of each month is the payday.

Those who receive salary, that is, the right to use magic skills, can use this power to accomplish some special things.

The best example is the shackles on Donald's hand. If you pray on the day of your disability, you will obtain the corresponding magic technique in this aspect. Injecting the magic technique with disability into the shackles can achieve this seemingly incredible imprisonment effect.

This kind of shackles does not have a keyhole, nor does it have a sealing array. However, even with these runes, even if the dominant-level strong man is worn, his fate will not be different from Donald.

Because this is the power of the gods, if there is no equal or transcendent power of the God of Justice, it can only be controlled by it!

"Interesting, whether you are just or evil, at least you have a good group of companions, even I have to admit that."

He took a step back and looked at Donald up and down. He saw everything that happened before. Putting aside other things, at least the friendship between these people moved him quite.

"Of course, I know this clearly, so I can't live up to their expectations of me."

Donald knew that he had shouldered the expectations of everyone and could not look back now, so he paused and continued,

“I wonder where we will be taken next?”

"Of course it is the Inquisition within the sect. You will be temporarily detained as criminals of aliens. We will investigate this matter, including the investigation of the two ladies over there. We will have a fair judgment, which has always been like this."

"Yeah...thank you."

The Inquisition, this name is a title that is irritating to all the strangers. Even Donald was a little lost for a moment, so he just responded casually.

"Walk!"

With the middle-aged man waved his hand, Donald and his group were surrounded and left the hotel.

It may not be appropriate to use clusters, but to be precise, it should be... escort!

Anyone would feel uncomfortable if he had this parade. The fingers and gossip of passers-by and those gossips were a kind of contusion to a person's dignity, but Donald did not lower his head at this time, but strided with his head up without any timidity.

Anthony and others behind him did not wince, and they had sufficient confidence in the man walking in front of him.

He said it was okay, then it must be fine!

However, the people on Horn's side were a little lost at this time.

Where can there be fools who can be selected to participate in this task? This sudden reversal and crisis can make even fools smell something wrong, let alone their group of strange disciples.

Susanna followed Horn, her face full of desire to speak, while Pence clenched her fists and her face turned red, not sure if it was because of anger or other emotions.

Even Borglo, who has always been calm, has a calm face and doesn't know what he is thinking about.

As the only two who were treated specially, Horn and Semyr were also a little at a loss at this time and just followed the team aimlessly.

According to the letter, if the Justice Sect really sent the two of them back to Demingham at the end, Horn could guarantee that he and Semyr would not be harmed.

His own identity, Semyr's identity...How can Demingham's laws restrain them?

However, this is the case, and Horn felt confused at this time.

Donald and his companions support each other and trust each other. Could it be that Horn Shelley is a person with a bad nature?

After such a long journey, we have shared the joys and sorrows along the way. Even Pence is now very good friends with him, not to mention Susanna and Borglo, who have always had a good relationship, finally reached the moment when they are about to complete the task. After returning, they will all be heroes.

But now everything has suddenly changed drastically.

If the letter was really from the Demingham City Government, the content of the letter clearly put him and Semyr in the position of a betrayer.

He suddenly became the one who abandoned his teammate and sought to live alone.

What would Boglo and the others think of him?

What will Donald and his group regard him as?

He had a moment of looking at Donald in the lobby before, and he could see clearly the anger and murderous intent in his eyes!

What made Horn even more desperate was that in his opinion, the situation he didn't want to see seemed to be something destined to happen.

As the team moves forward.

From the foot of the mountain to the top, Donald finally saw the full view of the Temple of Justice. The solemn and magnificent architectural layout and towering stone pillars stand outside, symbolizing the shield of the Justice Sect. The emblem connected to the warhammer and the balance scale is carved into stone sculptures and stands in the center of the square in front of the Temple of Justice.

Instead of entering, they were taken directly to another place on the right.

Only Semyr and Julia were left behind, and they were to be examined by the Justice Denomination.

"Brother Donald..."

Julia turned around and looked at Donald and shouted softly before being taken away.

"Julia, don't be nervous. The Justice Sect will not make things difficult for you. After all, you are also a victim. You have to cooperate with them and make the most correct choice at the right time. You must protect yourself!"

Donald also had something to say, but this was not just for Julia.

You must understand...

No matter where you are from, Julia's safety will be left to you!

The believers of the Justice Sect next to him were urging him again, and Donald turned around and his eyes finally fell on the shadow behind Julia.

Scan it and don't stop.

"I understand, Brother Donald, you must be careful too."

Julia followed the middle-aged man and Semyr into the Temple of Justice.

The shadow never changes from beginning to end because it hides itself to its deepest point.

In the Inquisition.

The layout here is actually not much different from that of the prison. If you have to talk about the difference, it is probably that it is cleaner and tidy. There are also many religious items from the Justice Sect around it, and there are no imagined horror torture instruments or injection platforms for some special medicines...

Donald sat in the jail. It was not so much a prison, but a small room, a bed, a toilet, and an automatic flushing toilet. It was spotless and obviously cleaned frequently. There was even a small bookshelves next to it, with some religious books published by the Justice Sect. Donald had read two of them, but he was really not in the mood to read them at this time.

Turning his head and watching the iron door in front of him slowly close, Donald remained silent.

Naturally, they could not be locked up together. In order to prevent them from communicating with each other, each of them was separated from one to two prison cells, and even Finger was locked in a small iron cage at this time.

Among them, other aliens or other figures were specially installed. Opposite Donald, two demon relatives who were imprisoned in a cage by the Knights of the Justice Sect whom I saw on the street before.

After a while, the knights who had escorted them to leave one after another, leaving a team of people as guards.

Because of their disability, they are just ordinary people now, a team of knights with power levels are enough to take care of them.

Not to mention that the Inquisition itself has a large-scale magical magic. Here, let alone talent and mental power, even strange objects and magic weapons are forbidden. Even auxiliary space wonders such as space rings can no longer be activated.

The power of God is irreversible to mortals!

Donald was a little unbeliever at first, but he didn't get any response from talent or strange things after several attempts. He raised his hand and patted the bedding behind him like an appointment. He looked at the "inmate" opposite him. After a while, he simply lay down, put his hands behind his head, and looked at the ceiling in the cell.

"Unless it is equal to it or beyond its existence, it can be unlimited... But the creatures locked here are all living things in the mortal world, so how can you have the same power? That's why you are so casual, even the strange things and weapons on us are not taken away..."

Donald muttered to himself softly, and after a while, he turned sideways again, looking at the wall next to him, and his lips quietly opened.

Hey!
Chapter completed!