Death isn't the focus, Cantona could sense the demand in Wittgenstein's tone.
Cantona was silent for a moment. He suddenly realized that there would never be support from the start; this ritual was meant for his death. His cultivation and soul were likely some kind of requirement for the Church Court, or perhaps the purpose was to absorb him.
"I was resisting the Evil God's absorption when I suddenly passed out and lost consciousness," Cantona said.
"You're lying!" Wittgenstein's voice roared like dark thunder, rolling toward Cantona.
Cantona himself lacked the ability to discern lies, but the second secretary did, and Wittgenstein was in charge of judgment in the Nether God's Court.
Throughout, Oniramuthi merely watched Cantona coldly, while Heidegger glanced at Oniramuthi, "Lying and aiding the ritual is enough to prove Cantona's betrayal. Do you have anything more to ask, sir?"
