Chapter 373

Sylby's phantom moves back to his hometown and appears in the capital of Aragon, golongosa, his father's territory. His waist turns into a ragged beggar.

The territory of Aragon is still full of towers, but it is not as prosperous as when Silby came last time. Only half a year had passed, but he felt that his time in the manor had passed for a lifetime.

At the moment, the capital of Aragon is filled with the smell of killing and blood. The walls and alleys are covered with wanted notices. Constantly, priests in black robes carry paste buckets and stick wanted notices on the walls. The wanted notices are written with different amounts of reward, but under each notice, there are big slogans - wizard!

When he came to Gorongosa last time, Silby can't remember, but here and Pandora are two worlds.

Even if he didn't say anything, he could detect the tense and almost maddening binary opposition in the air.

He was standing at the foot of the wall looking at the notice when cheers came from the distance.

Looking around, it turned out that they were a group of young people who raised their hands and cheered. They were almost as old as themselves, maybe even bigger than themselves. From the perspective of clothing, they should be the children of some people at the bottom.

Why are they cheering?

Sylby soon found out why.

In the middle of the crowd, there were three Crusaders on high horses. They were dressed in strong armor. On the white cloth on their chest and back, they were bloodstained. Under the bloodstain, they could still see the cross.

And behind the Crusader's horse's ass, they hobbled with three people, a man, a woman and an old man. Their hands were tied and led by the Crusader.

"Let me go, let me go!! I'm not a wizard, "

a man who was dragged behind a horse yelled madly," why do you treat us like this when our family has been on their own for so many years? "

The sole of his foot grinds blood on the ground, the heel bones come out, and there are rows of blood stains on the ground.

His voice was drowned out by the fanatical crowd. They threw rotten vegetables, rotten eggs, or animal dung at the three men behind the horse.

The man repeated: "God, have mercy on me, Jesus, help me."

The woman and the old man around him were silent. They seemed to have been tormented and numb.

The stream of people passed by Silby, carried him, rolled forward, and finally came to the central square of the city.

There, the execution platform has already been set up. On the execution platform, there are more than a dozen bodies hanging on wooden frames like bacon. They have no head. Some people are charred, others are swollen and dripping blood.

"Kill him!"

"Kill the wizard!"

"Kill these ogres!"

"Kill these pestilential messengers!"

The scream of the man in the fanatical cry, was dragged to the execution ground.

On the scaffold, flames were burning, and a wooden platform was stained with blood.

There were two executioners, a priest in a red robe.

One of the executioners was standing on a high platform with huge brown wheels on his back. He was wearing a triangular mask and couldn't see clearly.

The other executioner was standing by the fire, holding all kinds of pliers and fiddling with the charcoal in the fire. The pliers were burning red.

The man saw this posture and his pants were wet. He raised his hand and cried incoherently: "no... no, please, please. I'm not a wizard, I'm not a wizard... "

at this time, the priest came out, holding the Bible, and nodded three points on his forehead and shoulder:" damira, you are guilty of cannibalism, murder, theft, and blasphemy. With the approval of Ramiro I, you are hereby sentenced to death and executed on the spot. "

"I'm not a wizard, I'm not a wizard!"

Cried the man, damilla, crazily.

"Yes, you are not."

But your wife is, your father-in-law is, and so are your future children!! Hide the wizard, the crime is more serious, execution

The man looked at his silent wife and father-in-law, foaming at the scene, scared to death.

But it didn't work. A Crusader laid him on the scaffold, and an executioner drew a red burning iron tongs from the brazier, tore the flesh from his chest, and sprinkled sulfur on it.

The man awoke from the pain on the spot, and he let out a sharp wail.

His wailing and desolation stimulated the nerves of the onlookers, who cheered with a hundred times fanatical trembling, as if they had won a major battle.

They repeated the same words: "kill the wizard, kill the wizard, kill the wizard..."

the executioner tore up the flesh of his limbs, fixed him in a big character on the ground, and pressed his head on the scaffold. Then pour molten lead, boiling rosin, wax and sulfur on him.

Damiras tried his best to howl. He kept raising his head and looking at his body. The executioner kept bailing out boiling liquid from the pot with a steel spoon and pouring it on him.Every time he poured, he wailed and repeatedly said, "forgive me, God, forgive me... God..."

at this time, even the craziest and most enthusiastic onlookers could not tell. The ferocious punishment damiro suffered was almost unheard of.

In the crowd, some people silently lowered their heads, some people covered their eyes.

The priest's expression was still. He stood in front of Damela, holding the Bible, and admonished in a loud voice: "if there is a wizard hiding, the end will be the same as this person. If there is an adulterous wizard who provides them with money and food, they will be executed according to blasphemy. Do you understand?"

The crowd loosened, and in fear, they made a sparse voice, "Ming... Understand..."

"do you understand?"

Shrieked the minister, overshadowing damilda's scream.

"I understand!"

People in a Jiling raised their heads and answered in unison.

The priest nodded with satisfaction: "remember, only the glory of God is the only light in the world. Only the church is the most reliable harbor for ordinary people. "

Then he turned and kissed the victim on the forehead. Then, looking at the tall executioner standing on one side with wheels on his back, he nodded on his forehead and shoulders and said faintly, "send him to God."

The strong Crusader took off the heavy and huge wheel behind him, raised it high and smashed it down heavily. The first time he hit the man's seven orifices with blood. He's not dead yet, but his jaws have broken his tongue, his eyes have protruded, and he looks terrible.

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

The crowd of onlookers made another fanatical cry.

Completely forgot that a second ago, they were still shivering under the priest's obscene power.

Another blow, the man's head completely shriveled, brain from the crack of the bone and nostrils in the flow down.

Boom!!

In the last smash, the man's head was completely crushed by the wheel, bone, blood, brain and meat splashed everywhere.

In the crowd of collective climax, Silby's expression is dim. He looks at the man who died miserably, and then looks at the rows of bodies on the execution platform, which are either hanged, burned or smashed to death. Finally, he understands why his father locked himself in the tower.

Most of the witches are not Salazar Slytherin, nor Godric Gryffindor. On the contrary, only a few of them can grow up to their level. Most of the witches are very weak. They have no magic inheritance, have not received much education, and are unable to resist against such monsters as the Kingdom and the church. After they are found to have abnormal abilities He was killed on his way to growth.

I can live to the present, maybe only with luck can describe.

When the man's head was smashed into a ball of bloody plasma by the wheel, the Crusaders kicked him off the execution platform. The executioner hooked him on the spine, hung him, and lifted him up on the platform.

Then, the Crusaders came forward again, and the old man and woman were also put on the execution ground. The crowd was more excited than when they saw the wizard.

If the man just got involved, it's foreplay. Then these two people are the main, the hard dishes.

Women who have been hit by dirt and can't see their true colors are the first to be executed. This time, the priest didn't even bother to pronounce a sentence. He winked at the executioner.

The woman closed her eyes, motionless, and let the Crusaders press them on the scaffold.

"Heresy!"

Some of the men who were similar to sylby were red in the face.

"Monster!"

Some women even hold their children and shout, "slut! **Ghost

"The last time I saw her eating her baby in the alley," a bucktooth man called out

"It's suggested to burn it to ashes, otherwise her evil spirit will come to harm people."

Some people mention evil spirits, and fear immediately makes their irrationality to a higher level. They curse the two witches on the chopping board fiercely, probably trying to vent their fear through language.

In the same way as before, the executioner first burns the iron tongs in a brazier, and then pours the lead into the brazier, adding rosin, wax and sulfur.

At this time, there was a sudden strong wind, and the sky began to rain cats and dogs. The rainstorm came so suddenly that almost everyone could not open their eyes. It was a sunny afternoon just now.

The executioner looked at the sky in confusion. The charcoal fire in the brazier was put out in the blink of an eye, making a Zizi sound. At the same time, the enthusiasm of the viewers was also dampened. They no longer cared about the execution. They thought that there might be confiscated quilts or dried meat outside. They immediately covered their heads and ran away with a cry.

The priest was very angry. He strode up to the executed witch, grabbed her hair and growled, "are you? Are you kidding? Why did it rain all of a sudden? "

The dirt on the woman's face was washed out by the rain, and one gully after another. She looked at the priest, and a trace of consternation flashed on her numb face."Kill her!"

The minister flings away the woman's hair fiercely, the lip spurts rain to roar a way.

The executioner with the wheel strode forward and raised the bloody wheel high.

Boom!!

A flash of lightning with a thick arm came down from the sky and cut the executioner holding the wheel into coke.

The crackling sound accelerated the crowd's escape. Their hearts trembled under the power of nature.

"Damn, damn!"

The priest fiercely opened the Bible and read it quickly with his lips.

After reading it, he seems to have gained endless power, so he has to take the tongs in the brazier himself.

But just as he turned his head, a young but cold face appeared in front of him. The owner of the face said, "remember to ask God why he didn't save you."

I haven't waited for the priest to think about what this guy is saying. A heavy fist fell on his forehead. It was so golden that it looked like gold.

Boom!!

The forehead was indented with a golden fist.

The priest's brain finally receives the picture that only his eyeball is squeezed by the eye socket, and then he completely loses consciousness because of the explosion of his head.

The wind blows.

Without looking back, Silby knew it was the executioner with the wheel.

He backhand a lift, the head also don't return of say: "smash to pieces!"

The wooden wheel was smashed by the whole explosion. Even his holder was hit by the blue mantra, and the whole person flew back more than 30 meters and hit the ground heavily.

The iron triangle hat on his forehead was blown open like a banana, and there were countless pieces of wood in his chest. He was already dead and could not die any more.

Silby shook his fist in the rainstorm. The rain cleaned the blood on his palm. He looked at the last executioner coldly, swallowed his saliva, and ran fast.

Sylby didn't chase him either, because he knew that the executioners were just working, and it was meaningless to kill them.

He squatted down, untied the rope from the old man and the witch, and said, "what happened?"

After the old man was untied, he didn't feel happy for the rest of his life. On the contrary, he cried pathetically, "you silly boy, why do you want to save us? Don't you see that we are mortals?"

"Why die?"

Asked Silby.

"where can we escape? There are churches everywhere, and their eyes are everywhere."

The old man tore his hair. "It's worse to get it back than it is now! Originally it was just the two of us who died, but now we have to die one more for no reason. How dare you touch the head of the church, you fellow? "

Then the old man pushed sylby's back and said, "run, run, run, run as far as they can before they catch you."

"It's too late." The woman beside the old man was numb and said softly, "they're coming."

As soon as the words came down, the sound of horse's hooves came from the distance, and a large number of war horses rushed to the place of the accident. On every horse, there was a crusader in full arms. They were determined in their eyes and armed with guns and shields. They were about to cut the blasphemer under the horse.

With a cold glance, Silby grabs the shoulders of the two sorcerers who are about to be tortured, and the phantom disappears.