Chapter 532: If There Is Injustice, Summon My Divine Judgment!

Chapter 532: If There Is Injustice, Summon My Divine Judgment!

The rain poured down in torrents.

Water curtains formed a continuous sheet, the sloping eaves of the houses resembling mountain ranges, with the rain cascading like waterfalls.

In the vast Linhai City, the wide streets were deserted due to the heavy downpour, with few people out and about.

Tap, tap, tap.

In the heavy rain, a thin, old horse walked slowly, its eyes wide open despite the rainwater streaming into them.

Liu Sheng led the horse, his footsteps splashing water as he walked.

Looking at the rain, his voice carried a tone of reminiscence.

"A hundred years ago, even in the midst of a torrential downpour, the world had its hidden rules, yet people still believed that the rules would prevail over the hidden ones.

Sadly, over a hundred years, not only have the hidden rules overshadowed the official ones, but even the official rules have become a joke," Liu Sheng's voice was aged.

He had indeed been born a stable hand.

The son of an official became an official, the son of a merchant became a merchant, and the son of a stable hand was also a stable hand.

His family had been stable hands for generations, and it was expected that his descendants would continue in the same profession.

However, fortunately, in his youth, he encountered the Divine Judgment.

In the world, all professions, regardless of their status, were respected.

If you chose to lie down, then lie down.

But if you strive and have the ambition, you will achieve something.

As a stable hand, Liu Sheng became the first "model stable hand," much like the grandfather of Wang Kong, a model laborer.

He gained "power" and "voice."

He could also, relatively speaking, enjoy more freedom and step onto the path of an Armament Commander.

One must understand that in the past, an ordinary stable hand had no qualifications to practice cultivation.

Cultivation, becoming an Armament Commander... these were privileges reserved for the wealthy and officials.

"At first, this old man always thought... the world is bustling with people seeking profit, could there really be a deity as impartial and selfless as the Divine Judgment?" Liu Sheng chuckled bitterly.

The common people's blind faith in the Divine Judgment was understandable.

As an Armament Commander, he likely understood that so-called deities were merely powerful beings.

No matter how impartial and selfless the Divine Judgment might be, it still had its own desires.

Even if it was a divine artifact, the creator, that female sheng... must have had her own demands?

"Sir, do you think the world can truly be as fair and equal as the Divine Judgment hopes?" Liu Sheng turned his head to look at Chen Kangbao and Qi Yuan in the carriage.

Qi Yuan reached out to catch the raindrops: "If we're talking about reality... it might be difficult, but this is a game, and anything is possible."

Liu Sheng was momentarily stunned, then smiled bitterly.

The Divine Judgment of the past had ultimately shattered.

Now, an Armament Commander controlled it.

What path this Armament Commander would take and what thoughts they had, Liu Sheng did not know.

"The Seven Gods of Raksha, apart from this old man, the other six are Duke Yuan, Duke Shanhe, Duke Zui Fang... and the Emperor of Raksha, Fifth Bufen.

The strongest is Fifth Bufen, who has remained secluded for a hundred years.

There are rumors that he has almost reached the peak of the Divine Judgment's prime!" Liu Sheng said, his eyes filled with worry.

He did not know how strong the current Divine Judgment could still be.

"Equality is equality, in my eyes, he is no different from you," Qi Yuan said calmly.

Hearing this, Liu Sheng's body trembled slightly.

He led the horse, holding the reins, and moved through the rain.

The rain grew heavier, showing no sign of stopping.

Liu Sheng sat in front of the carriage, waving the whip, and the carriage moved through the rain.

The heavy downpour could not hinder the carriage's progress.

Leisurely and calmly.

Ten days later, in Dingbo Prefecture, passersby saw a carriage traveling from south to north, crossing the Tranquil Mountain Range. A Heaven-Rank Demonic Spirit was causing mischief, and the stable hand in the carriage turned his finger into a sword, easily slaying it, shocking all who saw.

Half a month later, a carriage crossed the Wuding River, entering Xianle Prefecture.

The wind howled, and dust swirled.

Xianle Prefecture was located in the southeasternmost part of the Raksha Kingdom, mostly desert terrain, bordering Dafeng.

The city of Luofeng, where the Divine Judgment had fallen, was located in Xianle Prefecture.

Over the years, Dafeng and the Raksha Kingdom frequently engaged in battles, with the Raksha Kingdom losing more often than winning, having ceded seven cities.

These seven cities were all located in Xianle Prefecture.

Dust and sand rose on the official road.

Li Wan, dressed as a man with mud on her face, rode her horse and glanced at the carriage beside her, curiosity sparkling in her eyes.

They were a group of seven, planning to cross the official road to Xianlong Prefecture.

On the road, Li Wan saw this carriage and felt curious.

The official road was not safe, and a carriage daring to travel alone suggested that the owner was not to be underestimated.

Li Wan, confident and hoping for safety in numbers, approached to ask if they could travel together.

The carriage owner did not refuse, and Li Wan was somewhat surprised because the owner was exceptionally young, appearing no more than twenty.

Could it be... that the old man who always ate buns is actually a powerful figure?

With this thought, Li Wan said, "In the past, Xianle Prefecture, despite being in the southeasternmost part of Raksha, was the most economically prosperous. Every day, this official road was filled with a continuous stream of merchant caravans."

Li Wan's family had been merchants for generations. In the past, caravans from the Raksha Kingdom would depart from Xianle Prefecture, heading towards Dafeng and other nations. This route was once bustling with commerce.

"It's a pity that not even a single demon can be seen on this road now," Li Wan said with a smile.

"It's better without demons, at least it's safe," replied a burly man, his broadsword hanging at his waist, his chest exposed due to the scorching heat.

"Don't set up any flags," Qi Yuan, sitting in the horse carriage, suddenly spoke up.

"Haha, even if we encounter demons, it's no problem. Isn't Li Shu here?" Li Wan laughed.

Li Shu was an Earth Rank Armament Commander, a renowned master in the region.

Li Shu proudly looked up, his gaze resting on the horse carriage, and then asked tentatively, "Are you heading to Xianlong Prefecture to visit relatives?"

"To kill," Qi Yuan replied nonchalantly.

Li Shu was taken aback by his response and glanced at Li Wan, shaking his head.

Initially, they had high hopes for Qi Yuan, thinking he was extraordinary and considering a serious friendship.

Such a connection would have brought more friends and opportunities for the Li family.

However, Qi Yuan's straightforward answer left no room for ambiguity.

It was clear that he was a trouble-magnet, and such a person wasn't worth a deep relationship.

Li Wan couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed.

"What are you going to Xianlong Prefecture for?" Qi Yuan casually asked.

He was socially anxious and struggled to initiate conversations.

When others asked him questions, he felt compelled to return the favor.

Li Wan remained silent for a long time before answering, "To break off an engagement."

"You?" Qi Yuan couldn't help but laugh, "Is the person breaking off the engagement surnamed Xiao?"

Li Wan shook her head, "No."

She was curious, what was so special about the surname Xiao?

"It's not Xiao, otherwise, this game would have too many stitches."

The bad news was that there were too many stitches, but the good news was that they were all sewn up.

"???" Li Wan was perplexed. She continued, "The surname is Shi."

"Shi?" Qi Yuan's eyebrows rose.

Just then, Chen Kangbao, who had been riding a horse, suddenly changed his expression.

"Not good! There are Dafeng cavalry ahead!"

He quickly pulled on the reins and soared into the sky for a better view.

But as he looked, his face turned tense and angry.

"There are three thousand Dafeng cavalry ahead, and they... are capturing our Raksha Kingdom's people!"

In the distance, dust flew into the sky, and three thousand cavalry roamed, laughing and cursing.

The cavalry formed a encirclement, within which were thousands of Dafeng civilians.

They were treated like livestock, trapped in the center.

Those who walked slowly were whipped.

Cries and struggles filled the air.

Some were struck by whips on their backs and fell, never to rise again.

Li Shu's face was filled with anger.

The Dafeng army often raided Xianle Prefecture for food and supplies.

Usually, they would just steal some grain or abduct a few people.

It was rare to see them capturing large numbers of civilians and selling them as slaves.

"Damn it!" Li Wan watched the massive dust cloud in the distance, her hand tightly gripping the hilt of her sword, her veins bulging like vines.

"We must take a detour; otherwise, if those cavalry discover us, it'll be difficult to escape!" Li Shu said in a low voice.

The other men nodded in agreement.

Although they were furious, they had no choice.

They couldn't possibly fight three thousand cavalry; it would be suicidal.

However, at that moment, Chen Kangbao suddenly cracked his whip, and the horse carriage sped towards the front.

Li Wan was worried, "Young Master... what are you doing? It's dangerous ahead."

She rode her horse, wanting to chase after him, but was torn with indecision.

Li Shu was also stunned, unsure of what to do.

Should they follow?

They dared not.

Was the owner of this carriage seeking death?

Or was he from Dafeng?

Just then, a calm voice emanated from within the carriage.

"I'm going to save them."

In a 169-page book, there's not a single mistake!

"But..."

"There's no mistake because of Divine Arrival."

"Divine Arrival?" Li Wan's mind raced, "Are you from the Judgement Council?"

Only this could explain it.

But even if he was from the Judgement Council, how could he possibly stand against three thousand cavalry?

Among those three thousand cavalry, there might even be a Celestial Rank Armament General.

They had no time to think.

Li Shu was also getting anxious, his mind on Qi Yuan.

Just then, someone among the cavalry seemed to have noticed the horse carriage.

Instantly, dozens of riders charged forward, their whips waving, their faces twisted with mockery.

"Someone dares to come over here, asking for trouble!"

"A few more slaves will fetch a good price!"

But their laughter soon froze.

At that moment, a vast and majestic voice suddenly resonated through the sky.

"In a world without light, Divine Arrival shines."

"With light in hand, darkness is banished."

"If injustice prevails, call upon Divine Arrival!"

The voice echoed across the land.

The neighing of horses filled the air, their hooves pounding the ground.

Everyone was stunned by the sudden, overwhelming sound that seemed to come out of nowhere.

"Who is it?"

"Who dares to play god?"

The cavalrymen looked perplexed, some showing fear on their faces, while others tightly gripped their reins, scanning the surroundings.

In contrast, the Raksha Kingdom's citizens, trapped in the midst of the cavalry, displayed various emotions.

An old woman seemed to have a realization, her face glowing with fervor.

"Divine Arrival... The God of Judgment has returned!"

"If there's injustice, call upon Divine Arrival... Divine Arrival!"

A young man's eyes welled up with tears.

Memories from his childhood resurfaced.

His grandmother had once told him stories about the God of Judgment and instructed him that if he ever faced injustice, he should call upon Divine Arrival, and the God would deliver justice.

Unfortunately, as a child, he had called upon Divine Arrival numerous times, but it never appeared.

As he grew older, he came to understand that Divine Arrival might have passed away or was merely a myth.

How ridiculous those childhood myths seemed.

But now, this voice...

He gazed at the sky, surrounded by the cavalry, and with all his might, he roared, "Divine Arrival!"

At this moment, he faced injustice! He heard the divine voice! If not now, when would he call upon it!

"Divine Arrival!"

His voice inspired others.

The citizens recalled their past memories.

"Divine Arrival!"

"Divine Arrival!"

Children, elders, women, and young people alike, all stood and shouted "Divine Arrival" in unison.

They knew that when calling upon Divine Arrival, they must stand and shout, for only then would the God of Judgment descend.

The voices rose like a tidal wave, resembling a scorching heat.

The warhorses neighed in fright, and the cavalrymen's faces showed fear and confusion.

At that moment, a blood-red light descended from the sky, turning the entire land into a crimson hue.

Instinctively, everyone looked up at the sky.

There stood a towering figure, a terrifying giant nearly two hundred meters tall, at the edge of the horizon.

No, it wasn't just a terrifying giant; it was a god-like being that commanded awe!

Its body was clad in blood-red armor, its scales chilling, and its expression cold.

It stood silently.

This majestic figure, with its terrifying and chilling appearance, instilled fear in all humans who laid eyes upon it.

Fear of the unknown.

Many citizens immediately knelt.

But at that moment, the young man who had first shouted Divine Arrival stood tall, gazing at the awe-inspiring giant.

"Divine Arrival!" he bellowed, his voice carrying the weight of a lifetime of grievances and injustices.

And then, the majestic figure, standing fifty zhang tall, moved.

It simply raised its fist.

This fist was a response to the young man's cry.

The world seemed to pause.

This terrifying fist was the only thing that mattered in this world.

It was the fist of a god.

Boom!

Death!

In an instant, three thousand cavalrymen were thrown from their horses.

Against this terrifying divine might, three thousand cavalrymen were as fragile as ants.

Not just three thousand, but even thirty thousand would struggle to withstand this terrifying fist.

The citizens' hearts were filled with shock, joy, and reverence.

Many knelt and bowed, crying out, "Divine Arrival!"

At this moment, Qi Yuan felt a sense of connection.

He remembered the original purpose of Divine Arrival.

"Stand up!"

"You don't need to kneel before me!"

"Divine Arrival doesn't require worship!"

This divine voice seemed to have a magical quality.

The citizens rose to their feet, each one standing tall, gazing up at the colossal figure.

Even if fear lingered in their eyes, they forced themselves to keep them open, determined to witness this spectacle.

On the other side, Li Shu's body trembled, his teeth chattering as his jaws shook.

"Uncle Li... Is that the God of Judgment?"

Li Shu's robust belly was drenched in sweat as he stared at the majestic figure, his legs trembling.

"It should be... I think."

"Divine Arrival... has returned," Li Wan's voice was filled with mixed emotions.

She gazed at the distant carriage, still moving slowly, her emotions stirred as she thought of the Qi Gongzi inside... the one she had just been chatting with... Could he be the God of Judgment?

Or was he the master of the most powerful holy artifact in the world... Divine Arrival?

"The heavens of the Raksha Kingdom will change," Li Shu sighed, his voice a mix of joy and sorrow.

Sometimes, people long for change, but can things get any worse?

Sometimes, people resist change, content with the status quo.

But at this moment, Li Shu understood that regardless of his wishes or preferences, the heavens of the Raksha Kingdom had indeed transformed.

"If there's injustice, call upon me, Divine Arrival!"

Li Shu straightened his body, his back no longer hunched.

He, too, had called upon Divine Arrival in his youth.

(End of Chapter)

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