Chapter 209: Flying Bumble Bees, Kicking Teeth, and the Trial of the Red Devil (1.1w)
The moonlight shines through the glass window in the attic corridor, illuminating the dust floating in the air.
Yeats kicked off the giant ax that was soaked in blood on the floor, lowered his head to make sure that the executioner had cooled down, and then stepped on the glass shards on the floor, overlooking the chaotic scene in the square in front of the cathedral through the glass window.
The music continues, even if the musicians are shaking because of the corpses that keep falling around them, all they can do is hold on to their instruments and play exciting dance music with intense dance points.
Fires were ignited everywhere, and the pools of blood almost reached the ankles of the dancers, but they still danced selflessly.
Among them, a thin girl wearing a white dress stood on tiptoes like a swan, her skirt swirled and flew, gradually dyeing into a red rose-colored dance skirt.
Greqin closed her eyes tightly and danced based on instinct, as if a barrier as solid as an iceberg was melting due to her dance steps.
Yeats's eyes flashed in trance for a moment, and then he became wary, and he almost wanted to join in the dance.
With Greqin as the center, a strange fluctuation is spreading in all directions.
This is the ability of the witch of lust. She can charm others into giving up their reason and falling into madness.
However, Greqin had just awakened. Compared with Lilith's ability to charm at will, she had to rely on dancing to use this ability.
A guard captain stabbed a dancing girl with a sword. The sword blade penetrated her chest and came out from the back. The sword body was stained with blood.
The dancer's pupils gradually became blurry, and she lay down on the guard chief's shoulder, wrapping her hands around his neck.
“Let’s dance.” The dancer whispered softly.
The guard's long body trembled, and he reached out to push her away. The figure of the dancer was reflected in his contracted eyes.
With a smile on her pale face, she opened her slender arms and fell on her back in a pool of blood.
The guard captain lowered his head and looked at his blood-stained palms.
Uneasiness, guilt, guilt, fear, the blood in his body flowed slowly as if frozen. Finally, he clenched his fists tightly and gritted his teeth and said:
"They are all madmen... Kill them all!”
A fierce battle broke out between the witch and the guards in the square.
Most of them are low-level extraordinary beings who rely on fire and spells to cause great damage to the guards.
But the guards had the numerical advantage and seized the gap where the witch was unable to cast spells continuously and killed her.
The number of casualties among the dancers increased sharply.
About 500 ordinary women have been affected by the Dancing Plague, many of whom are familiar faces to the guards.
Suddenly, there was a clang of swords falling to the ground. The captain of the guard looked away, only to see a guard hiding his face, breaking down and crying: "I... am not an executioner... I am not here to do this!"
The captain of the guard was stunned, and then scolded: "Pick up your sword! These are evil witches. Kill them all. This is the order of the Tribunal!"
However, more and more guards came. Echoing the guard just now.
“I recognize her. She is Karina from the flower shop. How could she be a witch?”
“I want to dance so much that I don’t want to think about other things!”< br>
"She is my fiancée! Who dares to treat her as a witch and step on my body first!"
The group of guards was in chaos. Some people broke down and cried, some joined the dance, and some even turned against them.
The lonely moon hangs high.
Judge Pedro and High Priest Circe fought from the ground to high altitude.
Boom!
The fighting spirit of the holy light and the magic spell collided to create a brilliant halo.
Both of these two men are strong men with five rings, and both possess the terrifying power to level Sternberg.
Cirsi has taught six-ring masters like Candela and has unique insights into magic.
She cast spells continuously with both palms, and the dark green magic arrows continued to bombard her like a torrential downpour, even the dark clouds covering Sternberg were blown away.
The moon fills the sky like water, and the air boils violently!
The presiding judge is wearing a black monk's uniform. Under the loose robe is a burly body like a giant. His heavy hammer-like fists are burning with bright holy light fighting energy, and he is constantly blasting magic arrows into powder. , the figure disappeared suddenly.
Circe's pupils shrank, but she saw that Pedro had already appeared in front of her. His movements were like pressing the slow down button, slowly clenching his fist, accumulating strength, and then blasting out a thousand times faster!
Boom! !
A heavy punch hit her abdomen, creating a wave of air.
Cersei's eyes were unbelievable, she coughed out a mouthful of blood, and her body arched like a shrimp.
The force exploded, and she was blasted thousands of meters away. She fell to a hill outside the city, where billowing smoke exploded with a 'bang', and she was actually embedded in it.
Immediately, half of the mountain collapsed and fell into the river with a loud crash!
In the center of the silver disk-like full moon, there is a black shadow suspended.
Pedro's face was full of veins and he grinned. He looked at the blood flowing on his fist and stretched out his tongue to lick it.
He narrowed his eyes, raised his head and let out a sigh.
“Compared to those women, this taste is so much sweeter.”
"But..."
A trace of anger flashed in Pedro's eyes, his neck was covered with blood vessels, and he said ferociously:
"Why don't you scream! Scream louder, Until I’m satisfied!”
Since joining the Tribunal, Pedro’s favorite thing is to send witches into the interrogation room, use torture tools to pry open their soft bodies, and listen to the words from the depths of their souls. screams.
This will make Pedro's soul tremble, and indescribable excitement spreads from his brain throughout his body, causing tremors.
Pedro understood that this was the will from God. God required him to devote his life to hunting sin and gave him corresponding gifts!
However, these despicable creatures below only walk on strange footsteps.
Even though his body was pierced, he did not let out a single whine. This made Pedro's temples crackle and anger kept boiling in his chest.
In the face of death, we should be afraid, we should be afraid, and we should wail!
But these bastards just dance, dance, dance!
"I will never allow anyone to blaspheme God's will -"
Pedro's facial muscles twitched, and he looked at the black robe floating in the air outside the city with his fingers drawing a magic circle in mid-air. The witch stepped through the air and suddenly came out!
“Feel the pain, and then show reverence to God!”
He roared and folded his arms, shrouded in an extraordinarily bright ball of holy light fighting spirit, and the torrent of demons in the magic circle The energy beam was completely offset by the fighting spirit and appeared in front of High Priest Circe in an instant!
Bang!
Pedro's iron-like hands grasped Circe's face and pushed her down the hill.
Boom! !
The remaining half of the hills also trembled violently amid the roar.
In the dust and smoke, Pedro lowered his head coldly, only to see that there was nothing in his hand. What he had just grabbed was a clone.
The black-robed witch wearing a pointed hat was floating in the air, her dark green pupils were shining brightly, and her skin was ignited with green flames.
Above her head, a magic circle unfolded, and magic arrows like meteor showers continued to fall. It was like a six-ring master-level offensive, which made Pedro unable to move even an inch.
However.
Cersei's pupils shrank, and her whole body fell into a cold premonition of death. A holy light group rushed towards her against the meteor shower.
Click!
The summoned barrier was melted by the holy light in less than a second.
Circe vomited a large mouthful of blood and fell into the river from a high altitude, raising the water column with a 'bang'!
Interior of the cathedral.
Zuanya stood on Yeats's shoulder, holding his two paws like telescopes in front of his face, and marveled.
“This presiding judge has a perverted temperament.”
“I guess he will be excited by the wailing sound.”
Yeats thought of the villain's character in "The Night of Valpurgis", who "pretends to judge evil in order to be justified in committing violence."
Not only that, Pedro adopts an orphanage Of the children there, only the disabled ones were left to satisfy his curiosity and sense of superiority, and the others did not escape his murderous hands.
"My strength is still too weak to support High Priest Circe."
Yeats frowned slightly and said secretly: "However, this movement is enough to cause Teacher Candela to take action. , I just need to get the red dance shoes as soon as possible!"
"There seems to be a divine aura in front of you, Yeats!" Zhuanya pulled Yeats's shoulder and gestured, "This way!"< br>
Yeats climbed to the top attic, opened the wooden door, and saw a large bronze clock.
This is the bell tower of Notre Dame Cathedral. There are traces of human life. Judging from the beds piled with weeds, someone should have lived here for a long time.
The air was filled with a stench, and the food in the basin was rotten. Yeats fell into deep thought, and it seemed as if there was a scene of life in front of him with the rickety Hunchback of Notre Dame, ringing the bell here.
Da! clatter! clatter!
The moonlight passed through the skylight and illuminated a dusty platform.
This is actually a stage built casually with a few wooden boards.
A pair of red high-heeled dance shoes on the stage, dancing in the moonlight.
In the corner of the stage, there is not much dust accumulation. It seems that there are often people sitting here.
“Unexpectedly, the red dancing shoes are hidden in the bell tower of Notre Dame Cathedral.” Diamond tilted his head, “Logically speaking, the people in the Tribunal are also looking for this sacred object of Lilith. It turns out it’s in their territory, so why can’t it be found?”
“Maybe it’s because no one has ever wanted to come to this attic.”
Through the moonlight, Yeats vaguely saw the Hunchback of Notre Dame admiring the dance of the red shoes, with an ugly smile on his face.
Soon, he painstakingly built a stage and invited Red Shoes to perform on the stage. Then he sat next to it and admired it.
“And the weirdo in the bell tower has no way to express this beauty to others.”
Yeats watched the red shoes dancing gracefully and gorgeously in the moonlight. , mused:
“This beauty is hidden in this bell tower and is enjoyed exclusively by lonely monsters.”
Zuan Ya was silent for a moment, stared at Yeats' profile, and said with emotion: "You are really a bard, Yeats."
"I accepted it as a compliment."
Yeats rubbed his chin:
“We still have to find a way to take away these red shoes.”
Yeats used the illusion technique to summon a clone, and controlled the clone to move towards Hong Dance shoes reach out.
Bang!
The red dance shoes suddenly jumped up, and the heel was like a sharp weapon, slicing the clone's head, and the clone immediately turned into a ball of mist and disappeared.
At this time, the music coming from the window stopped for a moment.
The red dancing shoes also stopped dancing.
Then the music sounded again, and the red shoes once again kept up with the rhythm.
Seeing this, Yeats was thoughtful.
It seems that red dancing shoes can dance to the music, you can take advantage of this feature!
Yeats took out the 'instrument brooch' from the space bag, transformed it into a violin, held the bow, and slowly put on the strings.
In the Bell Tower Pavilion, cheerful dance music sounded.
The rhythm is more lively than the dance music in the square, and the tune is more melodious!
The movement of the red shoes paused for a moment, as if she was particularly surprised, and greeted Yeats's tapping footsteps, and then started dancing enthusiastically to the dance music played by Yeats!
Boom, boom, boom!
The dust on the stage is constantly rising because of the dance steps of the red shoes.
The dance music played by Yeats became faster and faster, and the dance steps of the red shoes became more and more intense.
“Faster, Yeats!” Zuan Ya said excitedly, “Faster so fast that it can’t keep up with your dance music!”
Yeats's bow left an afterimage: "I'm trying my best!"
Thump, thump, thump!
In the narrow bell tower pavilion, musicians and dancers are like matadors and bulls. Strength and beauty, speed and skill turn into a competition between dance music and dance steps.
If either party falls behind the beat or dances at the wrong point, they will no longer be able to gain the approval of the other party!
Cold sweat quietly slipped from Yeats's forehead, knowing that if he dropped the ball at this moment, all his efforts would be in vain.
The red dancing shoes are transformed by the divinity of Lilith, and this lustful witch obviously knows how to use dance steps to enchant people.
Her red dancing shoes can be described as miraculous. No matter how intense Yeats's dance music is, she can easily keep up with it and dance gorgeously.
The bow and strings were almost sparking from friction. The red shoes still looked tireless and unwilling to leave. Yeats took a deep breath and suddenly changed the music.
He is going to play a dance song that will make the red shoes break their heels and make them unable to keep up with the notes!
"Flight of the Bumblebee"!
"Flight of the Bumblebee" is a score from Pushkin's opera "The Story of Sadan" adapted from the same name. It is used to describe the situation when the prince transforms into a bumblebee and attacks the villain.
Because the melody of the song is extremely fast, it is often used to demonstrate the playing skills of piano, violin and other musical instruments.
The fastest violinist in the world record can play "Flight of the Bumblebee" accurately at an astonishing speed of 13 notes per second.
Yeats's speed was not far behind, and his playing technique was so superb that it seemed as if even the room temperature was rising due to this intense performance!
At the same moment, the red shoes conveyed an emotion of surprise and shock to Yeats in the creative field.
Faster, harder!
Yeats discerned the meaning of this emotion, had no time to be distracted, and played incredibly fast notes.
To match the music, the red dance shoes tap and dance in the Bell Tower Pavilion, treating this place as a grand stage!
Dian Ya was dumbfounded, how could humans play such fast music?
How amazing is Yeats’s hand speed!
Lilith will definitely be satisfied!
Duan Ya is convinced that as long as Yeats conquers Lilith through this piece of music, he can take away the red shoes!
The music has reached its peak, and Zuo Ya knew it would be inconvenient to disturb Yeats, so he jumped hard, grabbed the skylight with both hands, climbed up to the roof, and overlooked the square in the oncoming cold wind.
In the music of swarms of bees and the crazy dance of the group.
A beast-like deformed monster grabbed a short-haired woman with tattoos on her face and threw her hard into the fountain in the center of the square.
Bang!
The statue in the center of the fountain collapsed.
The weirdo immediately jumped up, flew towards the short-haired woman, and knocked her unconscious with his bare hands.
Then, the weirdo charged into the crowd, and his target was quite clear, and that was Greqin, who was at the center of the group dance.
There were witches who constantly came forward to stop him, but they were all thrown away by him. However, the witches also discovered that he would not kill him, and his spells kept calling on the strange people.
"We must not let him take away the divine envoy!"
"Once the dance is over, all the sacrifices will be in vain!"
"I don't want to see my kind again crying -" a The figure quickly rushed towards the weirdo, "When everything is ready, let Lady Lilith put an end to this!"
The tattooed woman threw herself on the weirdo of Notre Dame, her whole body ignited with hot flames, and she did it at any cost. With the power of activating the blood vessels, blood flowed from all the five orifices, which was quickly evaporated by the fire.
At the cost of her life, the tattooed woman turned into fire and burned the Hunchback of Notre Dame.
The flames shot into the sky, and the Hunchback of Notre Dame howled in pain, kneeling on the ground. The skin all over his body began to carbonize and peel off, and boiling fire light shot out from his eye sockets.
"Roar——!!"
Both the witches and the guards around were shocked by the heart-rending roar of pain. They briefly recovered from the madness and looked at it in horror. To the Hunchback of Notre Dame.
Unexpectedly, he stretched out his hands and struggled to crawl on the ground. People gave way to a path and watched him climb out of a scorched path. He stretched out his palm towards the dancing Greqin, and a tear fell from him. His eyes rolled down and were instantly evaporated into mist.
“Roar!!!”
Everyone was shocked by this savage and exuberant vitality, and they didn't understand why he wanted to get close to the witch who was the source of chaos at all costs.
Greqin's closed eyes also opened at this moment, and her eyes reflected the Hunchback of Notre Dame, covered in fire, crawling towards her inch by inch on the ground.
"Get out of there quickly, Lord God Envoy!"
"Don't let this monster come closer!"
When Greqin heard the calls of the witches, her eyes flashed Looking at the Hunchback of Notre Dame at every turn,
"I...save you and leave..." the Hunchback of Notre Dame spoke, "They...are bad people...come with me..."
One wrong step in the dance caused violent fluctuations in the square. Shaken, with tears in her eyes, Greqin said softly:
“You can talk, so why didn’t you tell me before?”
“Father, you don’t like... me talking... ...This is not good..."
The Hunchback of Notre Dame has crawled in front of Greqin, stood up with difficulty, his face was burning with flames, and he smiled:
"Don't be afraid...it will all stop..."
Greqin's dance has stopped.
She stood there, her eyes reflecting the tragic scene in the square. Thinking that this dance of death was caused by herself, her slender body kept shaking, her face was full of pain, and she asked sadly:
"As long as I leave with you, will all this stop?"
The Hunchback of Notre Dame did not answer.
He was stiff and motionless, the flames on his body had been extinguished, and his whole body was carbonized, like a burnt firewood. There was only a faint flame in the outstretched palm.
Greqin's face was full of tears, and she gently reached out to the weirdo.
That's good... Greqin thought, as long as I believe his words and leave with the people in the church, everything will be restored to its original state.
"Even if you leave with the church, they will not let us go!"
"Keep dancing, Gretchen! Stop dancing, and everything will be over!"
The calls of witches came from all directions, but Gretchen's hand was already on the stranger's palm, and the flames in his palm burned her flesh.
Greqin's eyes shone slightly, and she found that the strange man's eyes were shining again like a miracle!
Bang!
From high in the sky, a figure burning with holy light quickly descended, crushing the carbonized body of the Hunchback of Notre Dame into charcoal and scattering it in the wind!
Pedro frowned slightly, what was that he crushed just now?
It doesn't matter, at least the lust witch has been found!
He stretched out his palm towards Greqin, whose eyes were blank and her face was pale, showing a holy smile:
"Young witch, as long as you leave me voluntarily, God will "Forgive you for your sins, and I will also forgive everyone here."
Greqin's slender body trembled, she raised her head and looked at Pedro, who had lowered his guard and had a pious face, and slowly stretched out his hand. palm.
The square was completely silent, the faces of the witches were full of despair, and all their sacrifices were in vain.
Pedro's smile grew brighter.
In the Bell Tower Pavilion.
Yeats put down his violin and breathed a sigh of relief. The red dance shoes seemed to have sprained their feet, and they fell sideways on the stage, sending a feeling of resentment towards Yeats.
Dou Tooth looked at the violin in Yeats’s hand and exclaimed:
"Yeats, your strings are smoking!"
"Otherwise, how can you satisfy this guy."
Yeats said a bad line and looked at Hong The dancing shoes stretched out their hands and said:
“Okay, the dance is over, it’s time for you to leave with me, right?”
The red dancing shoes jumped up lightly and jumped towards Yeats in the arms.
Yeats caught the red shoes and picked them up with one hand. The red shoes swung back and forth in the air dissatisfied.
Ignoring the little mood of the red shoes, Yeats took out the communication gem and used the old man's low tone to communicate to Circe:
"I have got the red shoes. How was your fight with Pedro?"
Cersei's hoarse coughing voice came from the gem.
"I think... we may have made a mistake... Pedro is not the vessel of the apostle."
"What?"
"In my battle with him, I didn't feel that he used any trace of divinity... He is a person who is not blessed by God, a real container, and there is something else!"< br>
Crack!
The clear sound of slaps echoed in the silent square.
Everyone stared in disbelief at the thin girl who was confronting the presiding judge.
Pedro covered his cheeks, narrowed his eyes into slits, and let out a sigh of contentment.
Greqin withdrew her palm, her body trembling with intense fear, but her eyes were full of determination, saying:
"You killed your adopted son and killed many others. Innocent person, there is nothing wrong with me being a witch, but you are the real devil!”
Buzz——
Greqin’s hair was flying in the wind, and her eyes lit up with a pink color that symbolized charm! The light, the witch blood in her body, responded to her indignation at this moment, spreading around like a tide.
The people who still survived, whether they were witches or guards, looked dazed and retreated from the square like a tide, leaving only a large number of corpses.
In the messy square, only Pedro and Gretchen were left confronting each other.
Pedro's gaze swept across Greqin's body from top to bottom, and the hypocritical smile was removed, revealing a terrifyingly gloomy face.
"When you sit on the instrument of torture, will you still be as strong as you are now? I'm looking forward to it, haha, I'm really looking forward to it..."
His whole arm was filled with dazzling eyes. The white light struck with a heavy fist, instantly creating a huge pit on the ground. The shock spread in all directions, shattering the doors and windows.
But Gretchen has disappeared from where she was.
The black-robed witch pulled her and appeared more than ten meters away, facing Pedro from afar, her dark green eyes without any emotion.
"Look around you, how many innocent people have died because of this dancing plague." Pedro said in a low voice, "And now, burning at the stake is no longer enough to wash away your sins, I will Use these hands given by God to dismantle the bones and internal organs of the two of you bit by bit, and let me see what the strong witch will cry about!"
"Even if you take Greqin with you! Let's go, the massacre will still happen in places where the sun doesn't shine."
Cersei said coldly: "Witches will cry because of all the beautiful things, life, and death, but never because of it. Crying at something ugly...it's not worth the tears."
Pedro was silent for a long time, his eyes were cold, and he said in a low voice: "That's very good, then please die here."
Boom! !
Pedro suddenly suffered a heavy blow, as if he was kicked out by something.
In the astonished gazes of Circe and Gretchen, a little squirrel kept kicking.
Pedro, who was as strong as the fifth ring road, was kicked a block away. The floor tiles in the entire street flew up, leaving a deep ravine. Luo finally hit a majestic statue and was buried under rubble with a loud bang!
Circe and Gretchen looked shocked and stared blankly at the little squirrel on the ground.
The little squirrel wiped his nose and said calmly and calmly:
“This move is called the tooth drill kick!”
Boom!
Rubbles flew all over the sky, and Pedro, burning with white fighting spirit, rushed out of the ruins, with veins popping out on his forehead and his face full of rage.
Zuan Ya had already retracted into Yeats's collar, stuck out his little head, and said cheerily:
"Okay, I've beaten him half to death, and it's up to you to do the next step. , Yeats! "
The white-haired old man disguised as Yeats walked on the street, looking at Pedro rushing towards him, his mouth twitching slightly.
You call this half-death?
Real or fake?
In an instant, Yeats disappeared on the spot, became invisible and flashed more than three meters away.
Rely on the ‘Blessing of Mist·Illusion’ to leave an illusion in place.
This illusion presents the image of an old mage in white robes. Because Yeats and Candela had been together for a long time, both appearance and aura were perfectly imitated.
In order to deceive Pedro, who was as tall as five rings, Yeats called on all the misty divinity in his body, fearing that he would see the clues.
Fortunately.
The God of Mist Chosen once again proved his worth.
Pedro hesitated for a moment, forcibly suppressed his anger, looked at the white-robed mage with deep eyes in front of him, and said tentatively:
"Master Candela?"
Seeing this scene, Yeats's thoughts were confirmed: Pedro was not willing to directly conflict with Candela. After all, Candela was the number one person in the sanctuary, and there was no way to fight him without shaking the apostle out.
"But even if there is an old relationship between Teacher Candela and Circe, it is not easy to defend Circe. He represents the position of the Mages Guild, and the Witches Guild is not recognized by the Mages Guild." Yeats frowned slightly Wrinkle, "On the contrary, Pedro has a legitimate reason to kill Circe... What choice will Teacher Candela make?"
Candela is a mage with a strong sense of justice. It is his duty to protect the Atrium Continent, and his children's personal relationships must be sacrificed for this mission.
No matter how innocent blood was on Pedro's hands, he was still acting under the Pope's witch-hunting order. Although the Mages' Guild was at odds with the church, it did not directly oppose the witch-hunting order.
Candra is here to stop the dancing plague. Will she take action against Pedro because of Circe?
On the one hand, there is a high-sounding righteousness, and on the other hand, there is a personal relationship that has been entangled for hundreds of years...
If Yeats had a six-ring strength like Candela, he would have killed Pedro to ashes, but what could he do? I have only become extraordinary for less than half a year. I can't defeat the presiding judge without borrowing my strength. Even if I want to borrow my strength, I don't know if I am willing.
"Five rings can make you as lawless as Pedro, and six rings can make the entire continent awe..."
Yeats's desire to obtain the Silver Sword has become stronger.
After all, this is the most promising legendary weapon right now. With its help, it will be easier to advance to the fourth ring!
While using illusions to delay time, Yeats got news from the Snow Owl. Just now, Candela went to investigate the flattened hills and was now rushing to the battlefield.
Pedro felt suspicious when he saw that the white-robed mage didn't respond for a long time, but when he saw the white-robed mage suddenly turn into a ball of mist and dissipate, he realized that he had been fooled.
"Illusionist!" Pedro looked around and said coldly, "When I peel off your face, I will know whether you are a believer in the Mist!"
Hearing this, Circe's eyes flashed. , she had also previously doubted the true identity of the white-haired old man, and it was unclear why he would take great risks to cooperate with the Witch Association.
If you are a believer in the Mist, it is indeed somewhat credible, because this group of people is best at disguise, illusion, and taking risks for fun.
Even death is an illusion to Mist believers.
The gods they believe in live and die, and die and live again. Recently, it is said that more and more miracles and blessings have been sent down, which seems to be a sign of the advancement of divine power. This makes the power of the Mist believers stronger and stronger. grow stronger.
But now that the other party has obtained the red shoes, there is no other choice but to continue to cooperate with him.
Cersei recited a spell silently, preparing to release the magic arrow again, when a strange color suddenly flashed across her eyes!
Candela?
Or an illusion?
No, Circe was very sure that this time it was the real person. She knew that he liked to eat gingerbread and could smell the sweet smell on him!
The white-robed mage flew across the sky, holding a staff, and landed in the square. He frowned tightly as he looked at the sight of the sea of blood and corpses.
“You still want to lie to me?!”
After saying it too late, Pedro punched Candela hard!
The white-robed mage focused his gaze, and formed an invisible shock wave in his palm, blasting Pedro away easily.
Boom! !
Pedro fell to the ground, feeling horrified. Was it really Master Candela this time?
Candra looked at Pedro with deep eyes and said: "You ordered the guards to massacre these citizens, right, Judge Pedro?"
"The witches were mixed in, in order to prevent future troubles. , we can only wipe out all the people who joined the dance party." Pedro stood up, smiling, "This is not a massacre, but a rescue, Master Candela, to save more lives."
"Rather than questioning me -" Pedro looked at Circe, who was protecting Gretchen behind him, and narrowed his eyes, "That witch has the blood of the evil god flowing in her body, and it was she who caused this dance. Plague, the other witch is an accomplice...Master Kendra, it’s more your duty to arrest them, isn’t it?”
Kandra turned to look at Circe and Gretchen.
Circe's dark green eyes were filled with sarcasm and a sneer, and she didn't say a word.
“That’s not the case!” Gretchen shouted, “That presiding judge, he is the devil! I saw him kill his adopted son and many innocent civilians with my own eyes!”
“We are following the Pope’s order, strictly investigating and interrogating carefully, and we will never wrongly accuse good people. , and will not let the evil ones go." Pedro said with a smile, "Master Candela, she is a member of the Heretic Witches. I will burn her at the stake. This is a just act."
"Okay. A high-sounding justice!"
He shouted angrily, interrupting Pedro's defense.
The white-haired old man disguised as Yeats looked towards the source of the sound, only to see a bearded man wearing a deerstalker hat, a black windbreaker, and a pipe in his mouth, slowly walking towards it.
“Who is this guy?” Zuan Ya asked strangely.
"The Death Detective."
"Is he the Death God or the Detective?"
"Anyway, he is a guy who likes to appear last."
Yeats was also surprised why Crane appeared at this time.
Crane walked up to Candela, took off his deerstalker hat and bowed, then looked at Pedro and said in a cold tone:
"Judge Pedro, what I mean to you is After some investigation, I found that you have adopted more than 340 orphans in the name of the monastery. Where have these children gone to this day? "
"Who are you qualified to investigate? Me?" Pedro asked coldly.
"Let me answer it for you. Only three of these children grew up. The rest were abused to death by you, and even their bones became nourishment in the monastery's flower fields." Crane took out a jar of glass bottles , the bottle contains a small pale flower, growing on a white dead tree like a finger bone, "This kind of elder flower can only grow with corpse bones as nourishment. It is an essential raw material for refining hallucinogens, and I was in the monastery. There is much more than this one found.”
"So?"
"Unfortunately, during my visit to the monastery, I met a child named Andel. I talked to him about you, and he told me many interesting things. "
Klan took out a manuscript, cleared his throat, and said: "For example, Mr. Pedro is very kind and adopts new children every year. Unfortunately, most of them are in poor health. Died early."
"The orphanage also said that most of the adopted children were healthy children; Andel said that the dead children would be buried in the flower field, because Master Pedro. It is said that flowers will comfort their souls, but in fact, elderflowers will feed on the souls remaining in the bones of the dead. Due to the incomplete souls of the deceased, they cannot even go to the underworld to rest, and can only wander in the flower fields..."
< br>"I actually have an ancestral prop that can talk to the dead, and I also have a recording gem that records the conversation." Crane took out a gem and smiled slightly, "Judge Pedro, you want to hear what the souls of the dead are like. Thank you?”
Yeats was slightly startled.
Conversation with the Dead is a high-level spell that only necromancers can use. Now that necromancers are being suppressed, this spell has gradually been lost.
Klan can talk to the dead, no wonder he can become a famous detective!
Pedro's expression remained unchanged, and he said in a deep voice: "What do you want to say?"
Crane's temperament suddenly changed, his eyes were stern, and he said: "You are basically a clown. The devil in the cloak of holy light! More than 300 innocent children were tortured to death by you. The church will never tolerate your crime! You are not worthy of this robe of the presiding judge. It is true justice to arrest you!" br>
As he spoke, Crane injected mana into the recording gem and transmitted the conversation between him and the undead.
"What did Pedro tell you?"
The dead soul said intermittently:
"He said... take me to the classroom for lessons and delicious food ...I came to the interrogation room, and he started beating me and using torture instruments...Afterwards, I fell into a coma..."
"How many people were adopted with you?"
"More than a dozen... there is a pair of brothers... who are deformed, and he likes them very much..."
The recording was played one after another, and Pedro's face became heavier and heavier. If the identity of the presiding judge is not guaranteed, he will I can no longer serve God, let alone listen to the cries of sinners!
"You send innocent civilians to the interrogation room just to satisfy your pitiful and ugly desire for dominance, Pedro." Crane learned about Pedro's life experience through Mr. Anthony's channels , said coldly, "You were born into a noble family. You were small and thin since you were young. You were bullied by your friends of the same age. Later, you broke your companion's neck in a fight. Your family sent you to a monastery, so you were exempted from punishment... and became the presiding judge. Can you count the amount of blood on your hands after that?”
Pedro’s eyes gradually became cold as Crane’s heart-wrenching words were spoken.
The childhood shadow of breaking his companion's neck kept reappearing in Pedro's dreams, until one day, when he strangled his companion's throat in his dream, he felt a surprising pleasure, and he couldn't stop it from then on.
As long as you make others feel pain, you can show your strength. As long as you listen to the wails of others, your self will become more and more obvious in this sweet voice.
Pedro realizes that he was born to hunt witches! As for those children who are strangled, it is nothing more than entertainment during busy work.
But now, Pedro understands that he must leave here immediately. Whether it is the Lust Witch or the Witch Association, it has nothing to do with him. Keeping his identity as the presiding judge is the key to everything!
Pedro glanced at Crane and said immediately, "I will give the Tribunal a reasonable answer to these, but I also ask Master Candela not to be selfish and kill these two witches as soon as possible. "
"No, I will take you back to the monastery first to see the undead that Baron Crane mentioned." The white-robed mage's eyes were cold, revealing an undeniable sense of oppression, "and then wait until the people from the Tribunal come to deal with it. ! ”
Pedro sighed softly. For the trial court, he could abandon it at any time, but without his identity as the presiding judge, he didn't know where to go.
Pedro murmured in a low voice: "Why not me?"
"What?"
"God's... vessel..."
< br>Pedro raised his eyes, looked in the direction of the monastery on the top of the mountain, and muttered something, as if he was using the communication technique.
"Is this the position? Lord Judge?" Little Ander's doubtful voice sounded.
"Yes, little Andel, just do as I taught you before."
Pedro said gently: "Now, only you can save me."
< br>Above the square.
Pedro lowered his head. Faced with the evidence given by Crane, he seemed to have given up struggling under the pressure of the Sixth Ring Master.
However, Yeats always felt that everything was too easy and a bit incredible.
At this time, Yeats felt a chill running down his back.
Among the three children Pedro adopted, only Andel was not a deformed child. He must have had ulterior motives in raising Andel.
Let’s put it this way.
Andel, he is the container of the apostles!
Boom! !
On the top of the mountain, a blood-red vortex swirled, and a black-red shadow like an umbilical cord extended from the center of the vortex to the top of the mountain.
Yeats's eyelids jumped, he had seen this episode, this is the moment of eclipse (crossed out)...the apostle is coming!
"Can you beat the apostle, Drill Tooth?" Yeats asked for help urgently.
Drilling: |ω`)
"Don't hide behind me!" Yeats asked, "Where is Feitan?"
Feitan: ()
"Oh, you are the only fish of wisdom!"< br>
Red Dance Shoes: (д)
A bunch of useless things, it’s up to me to take action!
Yeats, Dian Ya, and Feitan were shocked at the same time.
Are there any experts?
Everyone looked up at the sky in unison.
Kandra's eyes were worried. He could feel that this was more terrifying than the momentum of the Shadow Prince's invasion of the material realm!
Cercy took a deep breath and gently put her hand on Greqin's shoulder. There was unbearability, prayer...and hope in her dark green eyes.
"Now, you are the only hope, Gretchen." Circe's eyes flickered.
Ge Liqin’s eyes were determined and she nodded gently.
"Don't worry about anything else, just dance!"
Cersei said softly;
"This will be... Valpurgis Night, the last dance!" ”
…
…
The top of the mountain.
Grotto Seal.
Due to the divinity of the apostle, the seal gradually loosened, and a red light flew out, revealing the image of a devil with red skin and two horns on his head.
"Hahaha, I'm finally out!!"
"Next, as long as I find another human being to guard the Silver Sword on my behalf, I will be free forever!"
"Let me Let me take a look at the content of the oath... Well, that's it, we need to find a smart human being. If you are not smart, you are not qualified to accept the test of the Silver Sword!"
The red devil flew into the sky, his gaze like a torch, sweeping across it! Sternberg at night.
In the red devil's eyes, there is a reflection of a girl with a single ponytail who is holding a large code book in her study and studying hard.
Suddenly, the red devil's eyes lit up.
"It's just you, you look very smart!"
(End of this chapter)