Chapter 113

Hell, an abyss.

Tergail is a lord of hell.

It hides in an abyss of hell, hiding its strength in the rock beach and black fog. In some cases, it can release its incarnation to the world through cracks in the night of Saint Val, where the boundary between hell and the world is blurred, and devour the lost people in the wilderness.

But in hell, tergai is just one of the many lords.

What is hell?

This is the place where all evils come together, the palace of evil. All living creatures in hell, from the moment they were born, wrote blood and violence into their flesh and bones. In fact, there are bloody battles in hell all the time.

Because hell died long ago, and the dark red blood curtain in the sky is the blood of hell.

When hell is not dead, there are endless dark forces, which are the source of many creatures in hell. But when hell died, it became dry and barren, even the living creatures in hell became difficult and bad. There was always a sharp wind that could grind the soul in the wilderness, and the dark red sulfur fire rain contained the dark breath that even hell creatures were unwilling to absorb.

The powerful demons who climb out of the wall of insects can be more free, but ordinary dead creatures, such as skeletons, can only break themselves up and spread them on the rocks to sleep to resist the erosion of extinction.

The only better places are places where there are gaps, where people can communicate with each other. From those gaps, people's evil thoughts can continue to pour in.

Because of this, the Lords of hell are always fighting, fighting and seizing territory everywhere. It can be said that this is the most primitive battlefield.

Tald is the Lord of hell who has occupied a gap.

Three days ago, it successfully killed the Lord next door and expanded its territory. As he spread his mother's nest, he looked greedily to the East, and his eyes were filled with longing.

In the chaotic hell, the ownership of territory is changing almost all the time.

Except for one place -

the city of Blackstone.

It's the territory of the lunatic who calls himself "soul merchant.".

The wall of insects, the river of the dead, the peak of a thousand Ren, and the king's city are all there. It can be said that it is the best place in the whole hell! There is the best sulfur fire lake. It's closest to the gate of hell. Qianren peak can also block some fierce wind.

Most importantly, there is "Blackstone Castle".

All hell lords are peeping at the castle, instinctively eager to occupy it, which is the highest power of hell.

It's not that there are no lords trying to grab it.

In fact, all the Lords of hell will feel endless greed when they look at it - all the evil creatures want to have higher and more terrible power, and the castle is the highest power and the most glorious palace in the whole hell. But for more than a thousand years, no second Lord has been able to get there.

All the lords who wanted to fight for it failed.

Even in hell, there are still so many battles around that castle that all creatures feel numb and shiver from the depths of their souls.

Most of the higher creatures in hell have special abilities. Their inheritance is engraved in the memory and has been possessed since their birth. The older the race, the richer the memory.

In his memory of inheritance, Ted has seen some ferocious pictures, which are the battles around "Blackstone Castle".

Black butterflies rose to the sky, drowning the White army like a tide. The terrible ancient lords and the demons dressed in black who claimed to be just "soul merchants" fought in mid air, and both sides had nothing to do with each other. The final result of the battle is that the combined lords retreat, and the devil in black stands on the tower of the castle to wipe his knife slowly.

It's a pity that the memory passed down is too little, and it doesn't know what happened in hell a long time ago.

Only the oldest lords know about Blackstone castle and what it stands for. But even for them, it seems to be a taboo that cannot be mentioned.

For such a long time, all hell lords yearn for the castle composed of black stone and snake bone from nature, but there is always a veil over the past it represents.

Taboo, mystery, danger.

After peeping at the palace like a spitting dog, Ted was ready to return to his old nest. However, just as it turned its compound eyes, it changed.

The dark red sky of hell suddenly tore a crack, and a bloody meteor ran down from the crack and plummeted to the King City.

At the moment when the meteor fell, the wind in the field suddenly became violent, and its voice was sharp, like the cry of a banshee. The air vibrated and the sulfur began to boil, just like a calm lake, suddenly setting off a torrential wave.

At the moment when the meteor is about to fall on the castle, the snake bones on the black stone castle suddenly rise high, all the pale and slender spines close in an instant, and the snake bones become strange in an instant. And at the moment when the meteor fell, the giant snake's skull was completely open and roared deafening into the sky.The roar was majestic and terrifying.

That's Long Ming!

When he heard the sound of the dragon, tyrD suddenly understood that it was not the snake bones that occupied the Blackstone castle. It was because they were too long and were mistaken for the dragon's keel!

That's the dragon's neck and head!

The black group of butterflies soared into the sky like a carnival, drowning the space. The dragon's song from the white bone reverberated for a long time, and the sound was too ancient.

The whole hell is noisy.

All ancient beings wake up from their long sleep, and they roar in disbelief. All the sound waves gathered together, countless places were cracked by earthquakes, splashed with molten slurry, shocked, angry, scared All the strong and complex emotions burst out in an instant.

The black butterflies dispersed, and the King opened his eyes in the castle.

At the moment when he opened his eyes -

the Millennium Kingdom opened abruptly.

………………

1433, spring.

"The Lord has forgiven the sins of the world in this year. We should repent our doubts about God with shame." The last historiographer of the Royal Court of the Blaise Kingdom took this sentence as the final record of the dynasty. After finishing writing, he knelt obediently to the silver cross in the room.

After the great miracles came, the black death that people were afraid of disappeared.

At the moment when angels appear in the clouds, people's doubts about the holy see in recent years are like the dust on a diamond being blown away. The prestige of the Holy See has reached an unprecedented peak. On the east side of the abyss channel, people enthusiastically rush to the embrace of God, kneel down in front of the priest and kiss their insteps.

At the end of the miracle, the Pope walked out of the Basilica and was welcomed by everyone's cheers.

King Charles knelt down at the Pope's feet, took off his crown and presented his hands to the Pope. The moment when the secular crown overlaps with the sacred crown, the kingdom of God is born.

The kingdom of Blaise became history and was replaced by the "holy Empire".

On the first day of the establishment of the holy Empire, the Pope announced that the holy calendar would be implemented from now on, and 1433 would be changed into the holy year. The silver cross hangs on all government offices.

The first thing the Pope, or the emperor of the holy Empire, does after his coronation is to cleanse the heretics.

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Holy Empire, Pete town.

In a hotel, a sad looking poet wrote a letter in ink.

"Dear Annie:

please forgive me for calling you by the name of" Annie ". You know what I'm like now. I have to be careful, I have to leave no trace for them to find you. If there is one in ten thousand danger, I will not bring them to you - you know, I am willing to give my life for you.

I don't know if it's me or the world.

My friend, Albee has been executed - because he is a heretic!!!

Oh, my God! Albee, he is so kind, he can recite the holy book, how can he be a heretic! They burned him because he protested when Tom's stupid, greedy priest became Sheriff of Colin.

…… The whipping school is also regarded as heresy, but they are only devout believers. They do nothing but sing poems and whip themselves. Is it a crime to refuse luxury? I don't know why.

Can you believe it? I see a lot of people, they are extremely fanatical, but their fanaticism makes me feel scared.

…… I believe in God, I believe in God, but are they really right? My dear young lady, please be careful. Anyone with a little unusual behavior may be regarded as a witch and heresy.

I watched the heresies increase day by day, the witches everywhere, but I didn't dare to say anything.

I think they're going to find me.

……

What else can I say?

Can I write another tender love poem for you? Can I still touch your eyes?

Why should Nightingale's songs be sung from now on? "

Just as he was about to write down his name, the door of the room was broken.

The poet was first surprised, then subconsciously grabbed a pile of manuscripts on the table and put them in his arms together with the unfinished letter. When he had just finished all this, the knight of the heretic inquisition dragged him out.

The scaffold was set up in the square of the town. The judges were dressed in black robes, which symbolized the sanctity and dignity. They were holding holy books. Devout believers had gathered around.

There is more than one poet on trial.

There are old businessmen, young girls, blind old women who think people massage for a living

The first judge is the poet.

The judge raised the volume of the poem: "we should make the weak who are despised by others sad / we should be reduced to the slavish executioner / we should want to be extremely stupid and pay homage to the bull's head like stupidity / we should kiss the dumb fool / and show infinite Worship / we should be blessed with the glimmer of light [1] How dare you write such blasphemous words? ""I have not profaned the Lord." The poet tried to defend himself, but his voice was drowned in the angry rebuke of the crowd.

The crowd yelled:

"burn this heretic!"

"Sinner! Go to hell

"Burn him!"

……

The stone hit him in the face, blood came down, and the poet bowed his head in despair.

The trial continued.

"You are accused of trading with demons, and you wander at night because you are guided by evil spirits, aren't you?" The priest asked the frightened little girl.

The little girl sobbed, "I didn't, I don't know."

"She lied! The red mark on her face is a contract with hell Whistleblowers in the crowd yelled.

The poet turned to see that the little girl had a red birthmark on her face.

"I don't know how to repent!"

The judge roared.

The little girl burst out crying.

The poet looks around - the fat bellied priest is sitting in the position of the mayor with a gorgeous gem ring. Everyone knows that he is just a greedy fool; the young girl cries sharply With boundless anger, he suddenly broke away from his knight and stood up:

"she is innocent!"

The crowd booed.

How can a heretic prove the innocence of another witch?

Small stones come from all directions, the poet is the first to be dragged to the scaffold of fire, and the poems in his arms are scattered in the struggle.

"She is innocent!"

"She's not a witch!"

"That whistleblower just wants to get a bonus!"

……

He's still shouting.

The person who reported the witch was angry: "he's crazy! He is a madman

The priest made a sentence:

"David and hibila testify;

the world will melt in the fire,

that day is the day of God's wrath,

when the judge comes in the future,

everything should be carefully cross examined and strictly cleared up

how I will tremble! [2] "

the knight cast the flame to the young poet. A poem draft flies up, and the poet sees his own words. At the moment when the fire is burning, he sends out a pitiful cry.

He howled sadly, because red fire and pain twisted his face, but choked to explain to everyone:

"she is not a witch! We are not sinners

"You are guilty! You are wrong

In his voice, people trampled on his poems, and no one noticed what was written on them. They just cursed angrily:

"he's crazy!"

the second volume of the bloody tyrant ends

the author has something to say: (1) quote Baudelaire from the flower of evil

[2] quote Requiem

see you tomorrow from the third volume of the head of a madman.