HP Dark Lord save the world

Chapter 138
"Alan, Herbert, Jessica, John..."

She read five names in one breath, with a hidden, maniacal smile on the corner of her mouth, and tears welled up in her eyes.

These are the people who accused her of being a witch at the time.

The crowd below was in an uproar.

People stepped aside one after another, and the surroundings of the five people were empty.

"Master Bishop, it's them, those evil wizards who are with me."

"We originally wanted to use my exposure to let the Holy See relax its vigilance, so that we can continue our plan after you leave. Yes, designating me is also part of the plan."

"So, can you let me, let me die under the knight's sword?"

Now that she has been recognized as a witch, death is inevitable, and all she can strive for now is an easier way to die.

She was hung on the rope and repeatedly sank into the boiling water of the iron pot until she died. The whole process could last up to five hours. She also watched the execution of the witch just like the following people. The woman screamed desperately To this day, it often echoes in her nightmares.

The bishop looked at her, and a slight smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth, "No. Only after purification can your soul be washed, otherwise the devil will take it back to hell, or do you want to return to your demon master? hug?"

The woman's face was pale, she smiled in pain and mockery, lowered her head, and said nothing more.

She is desperate.

"Knights, arrest those five people and bring them back for interrogation." The bishop looked at the anxious expressions of the villagers in the audience and smiled gently, "Don't worry, we will purify disasters and sufferings and restore happiness." with everyone."

"Another witch, do you repent?" After the five people were caught and taken away, the bishop turned his attention to another person.

The woman with disheveled dark purple hair buried her head, and no sound came out.

The protagonist asked again, but she remained silent, as if she didn't hear it.

The guard standing next to her gave her a push.

Following this thrust, the woman's body fell forward, her head hit the ground of the wooden platform heavily, and then she stopped moving.

The bishop nodded to the guard, and the guard returned a courtesy, then stretched out his foot and turned the dark purple-haired woman with the tip of his shoe.

The woman was lying on the ground with her hands tied behind her back, her hair covered her face, and was pulled away by the guards.

Her face was revealed in front of everyone.

The scene fell silent again.

The woman was lying on the ground with a dead face, her eyes were open, her pupils were already dilated, her bloodless lips were tightly pressed, and a red color that had begun to solidify loomed from the corner of her mouth.

"Dead." The guard checked his breath and neck pulse.

The woman next to her who fell into silence because of despair moved, and slowly turned her face, looking at the other poor man who was going to be tortured with her.

Compared to dying after experiencing all kinds of humiliation and torture, she, who is completely lifeless at this moment, has obviously made up her mind.

The gentleness on the bishop's face disappeared, and his face was as cold as ice, "She went to meet her devil master, and wanted to leak the information here to the devil."

The villagers in the field talked a lot.

"Let's get started." The bishop didn't intend to delay any longer.

The only woman who was still alive seemed to be awakened by this sentence, her eyes were determined, and she was about to bite her tongue off immediately.

The guard next to her was quick-eyed and pinched her neck and cheeks.

"It seems that you have not repented." The corner of the bishop's mouth curled down, "Tie her up, and put another cloth in her mouth."

"Yes!"

"woo-woo-woo-"

The woman struggled, but since she hadn't eaten much for a few days, she didn't have the strength to fight against the well-fed, rosy-faced and spirited guards, and soon lost her strength.

"Ugh..."

Tears blurred her eyes, even though she had drawn a group of supporters, even though she had simulated it many times in her heart, she still felt scared and unwilling.

She was tied up, and the executioner shook the lever, the rope on her body was tightened, and her body was hoisted up little by little.

Finally, it's finally my turn...

The scream that had lingered in her ears for decades, the face of the woman whom she remembered being repeatedly plunged into boiling hot water, was gradually replaced by her own face.

"Purify her, burn her to death!"

"Devil, stay out of the village! Take your dog and get the hell out of here!"

"Lord, bless us..."

The woman looked at these people with despair and fear but also deep hatred. Obviously, you are the devil. Just because of some disputes and private letters, you can label people as wizards and witches. You are the ones wearing human skin. A demon who blends in with the crowd!
At this moment, a thick dark cloud condensed in the sky of this square, in which thunder light flickered, giving off a disturbing sense of oppression.

It is like the incarnation of disaster, with ominous.Come with disaster.

The bishop looked at the thunderclouds in the sky, frowned, and then gave orders to everyone in a calm tone: "This is the sight cast by the Lord. He is watching us. Everything we have done for Him, All are seen by Him, continue!"

The executioner turned the joystick again, and the woman was hoisted up a few more points.

There was a bang, and amidst the thunder that shook the sky, heavy rain poured down.

The villagers were doused without warning, their clothes were quickly soaked, and the crowd began to commotion.

Getting in the rain means getting sick, and getting sick here means death.

But no one dared to go.

Because the bishop is still here.

No one dared to show any impiety at this time.

That would be evidence for others to accuse themselves of being a wizard or a witch.

Fortunately, the bishop did not want to continue.

His clothes were already wet from the rain, which was quite useless for a very particular person, and the rain had already extinguished the fire in the pot. It seemed that this "purification" had to be stopped.

And he felt that the rain came quite strangely.

"The Lord has a better idea about the matter of purification. I will suspend the purification and make a decision after I go back to listen to the Lord's teachings." The bishop said to the crowd: "Go back."

boom -

There was another loud thunder, which almost covered the bishop's voice, but fortunately, the villagers had understood his meaning, and after he turned and stepped off the stage, some villagers left one after another.

You can go first if you go.But the guards can't, they have to be responsible for putting down the woman who was hung up.

"I really want to leave it here and forget about it." A guard muttered softly after work, and then laughed with his companion next to him: "After all, this is the rain from the Lord, so it can be regarded as a kind of purification, right?"

His companion pushed him slightly, "Shut up, you."

The woman was slowly put down, and two guards went up, one left and one right, to support her body.

"Huh? Why is it so light?"

One person is puzzled.

After being reminded by him, another guard also reacted. He reached out and brushed aside the woman's hair, and what he saw was a face without facial features.

"what!!!"

(End of this chapter)