In what age, are you still a traditional witcher?

Chapter 108 The City of Witch Trial
The earth presents a terrifying nothingness, as if covered by a semicircular dome.

In this huge circular area with a radius of more than [-] meters, the gray "fog" condensed into an enchantment, swallowing all the extensions of "technology".

"boom--"

Through the window, Ryan looked at the ground.

At this moment, the huge plain where the city of Würzburg is located, gray mist rises into the sky, and its edges are gradually eroding the surrounding environment, like worms-slowly swallowing rocks and trees.

"Our puppet exploration operation has not been interrupted, Operator Winster, you should see this—"

Voices came from the earbuds.

Several images flickered on the contact lenses.

The pictures are in full color, and as the voices of the staff of the Demon Hunting Agency fell, they appeared in front of Ryan. It is conceivable that the so-called uploaded data of "Lingzi Communication" is indeed completely usable.

"people?"

Lane wondered.

What the witcher sent was a photo of a human being.

There are many people in the picture, and the faces are quite clearly visible.

"Because the ceremony is over? So all these people went home?"

Ryan noticed the details of the people in the painting. Most of them were men with relaxed expressions. Behind them were women wrapped in black robes, old and young.

"Well, but what we want to explain to you is far more important than the details of these people."

"Crack!"

Lane received another photo.

This time it was a Caucasian male in his early thirties. In the photo, he was taking a photo with a woman. Behind them was the famous tourist attraction, the Leaning Tower of Pisa.

"Berkeley Wilbur, software engineer, 32 years old."

"This is a photo of him and his wife a year ago."

However, after hearing these words, Ryan frowned suddenly. He quickly returned to the photos and carefully compared them with the pictures sent from Würzburg just now.

"Exactly the same."

"This Berkeley Wilber looks exactly like the man who appeared in Würzburg."

An ominous premonition rose in Ryan's heart.

"In fact, not only Berkeley, everyone we found in Würzburg, after reality comparison, has found the corresponding person."

"In other words, under the influence of mysterious forces, the aborigines of Wuerzburg returned to the Middle Ages without knowing it."

"In this isolated space, a normal life."

The agency responded.

Ryan exhaled, these people are all living human beings. Since this is the case, the people who created this space are to make these residents the actors of the "stage play".

He (she) just created an environment.

"Human beings were neither erased out of thin air, nor created."

"It's not about using time magic to resurrect the people who used to be."

"It's not as serious as I thought."

Ryan thought for a while, and finally nodded.

Not long after, he seemed to have seen a lot of big scenes, and his psychological expectations were really raised a lot, and he didn't know whether it was a blessing or a curse.

"This is just a very likely inference."

"How about the specifics, the witcher still needs to enter Würzburg."

The staff member said.

"I'm going to jump off the plane." Ryan stood up from the chair without saying a word, and was very close to the gray fog below. To be on the safe side, he decided to land on the plain first, and then walk into Würzburg.

Move your body and bones.

There was crackling bone friction sound from Ryan's body.

"Meow!"

The black cat jumped on his shoulder very consciously.

Almost instantly, she realized that the guy meant "jump" instead of "skydive," and she had to let Ryan open the coat and she slipped into the liner pocket.

Lane motioned for the captain to open the hatch.

"Sir, what you need."

The captain reminded Ryan that there was still a package missing through the communication.

"Alchemy props that you may use."

Lane snatched up the package.

"Wow-crack!" The hatch opened.

"call out!"

"boom!"

Almost instantly, the gust of wind poured in from the cabin door, filling the entire cabin, and the soft cloth swelled, and some sundries were blown away by the cracking wind and sprinkled on the ground.

"Da da da!"

Demon hunter, rushed out of the hatch.

Ryan landed in a jungle.

"Crack!"

The dark golden gauntlets were opened, and the cold-colored living being retracted into the metal in an instant.

"Screw rustle!"

A black cat poked its head out of Lane's chest.

Ryan took the package, weighed it, and asked a little strangely: "I remember—there are only a few alchemy tools, why use such a large package?"

"So soft?"

"Collision protection?"

"Oh, my beloved witcher—"

An old voice that had disappeared for a while came from the earphones.

Professor Ackerman seemed to be singing an opera. After coughing twice, he explained in a high voice: "The [Portable Universal Analyzer] we prepared for you is really small in size, and it doesn't need any anti-collision protection."

Ryan identified the direction, picked up the package and walked towards the destination.

"?"

"What the hell is that?" he asked, unzipping the zipper.

He was stunned by what appeared in front of him.

Professor Ackerman seemed to have anticipated his reaction, and explained after coughing twice.

"Because the residents inside are most likely ordinary people, the agency hopes that you can keep a low profile."

"So, until the truth comes out, you need to be less visible."

"At least, at first glance, don't look too special."

Ryan lifted the shirt in the package and couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth.

"However, these clothes look like the ones on me, except for the difference in material, it seems that the style is not much different."

"and."

"This is Europe!"

"My face appears here, it doesn't seem to have much to do with what I wear, okay?"

Ryan complained wildly.

Professor Ackerman explained:

"This set of costumes is for emergencies. Although the style is similar to the tactical suits of the demon hunters, it is not separated from the times."

"and also."

Professor Ackerman solemnly said:
"Because the humans in the gray fog are all modeled on the residents of Würzburg in reality."

"Although few."

"However, people with oriental faces are not surprising."

Professor Ackerman gave an explanation of the past.

"sand!"

Ryan's footsteps stopped suddenly.

Not far in front of him, a huge gray dome that seemed to stand upright fell from the sky.

The morning sun shines slowly.

However, the moment the light came into contact with the gray fog, it was swallowed by it.

Ryan seemed to think of something.

His eyes slowly lowered.

Look at the cat head on the chest.

Raphael also noticed Ryan's gaze, and she turned her head to look.

One person and one cat look at each other.

"Operator Winster is now a medieval German town, Würzburg, where a crazy witch hunt was once conducted, and it is very likely that some bloody rituals are still being held now."

"What do you think?"

"Is it really a good choice to carry a cat with you?"

Suddenly, Professor Ackerman said strangely.

In the gray mist, a figure suddenly appeared.

It was clearly a confined space shrouded in gray and white, but from the boundless distance, a few touches of color were cast.

It was a blue sky with white clouds.

The space filled with mist is a wall more than ten meters thick. Once it passes through this wall, the gray covered in people's eyes will be like fine sand on the beach. When the tide comes, it will be instantly wiped away. Overlay of sea water reflecting the blue sky.

"!"

The surrounding light made Ryan raise his head slowly.

The scorching sun hangs high.

A "false" sun is exuding strange heat.

Ryan looked around.

At present, he is setting foot on a plain, which is an extension of the outer plain, and there is nothing special about it.

but.

The field of vision is unobstructed.

He stood on the grass, his eyes looking into the distance.

Scattered buildings, extremely retro style.

The spiers of the Church of Mary Church are stretched in stretches, and the fortress-style buildings that guard the huge royal palace like stars follow the small raised hills.

The Main River, where the clear water meets the blue sky.

The reflection of the stone bridge presents an extreme beauty of harmony.

"Very idyllic."

This is Raphael's comment.

She poked her head out quietly: "It's just that there is no one, which is a bit strange."

However, Ryan who heard these words narrowed his eyes.

He looked far away, staring at the continuous buildings in the distance, and - the gray-white city wall near the center of that area.

"There is a possibility."

"Those people are all gathered in one place."

As soon as the words fell, his figure suddenly swept out.

Crowds in simple clothes, regardless of age, frantically poured into the city gate. They rubbed shoulders, and the extraordinarily lively sound poured into everyone's minds like the sound of magic.

click!
Warriors guarding both sides of the city gate and standing in the form of lanes.

They wear light wallets and carry sharp swords.

However, all of them turned a blind eye to the scene in front of them, allowing the turbulent flow of people to squeeze into the city gate and finally reach the huge square.

Because, these gendarmes know.

Civilians don't riot.

They'll be quiet and enjoy the "trial"!
"It's almost time!"

"Everyone, go to the Eye of Insel, the trial of the witch is about to begin!"

"!"

"boom!"

The shoulder was bumped.

With a sharp light in his eyes, the man slowly raised his head and looked at the crowd who seemed to be insane and fanatic.

"The Witch Trial."

He followed the crowd and said into the microphone:
"The people here, the memory and the consciousness are all changed."

"This city, this area, is no longer Würzburg."

"It's a city that doesn't exist in reality: Insell City."

"False sun, false history, even the people are false."

Wurzburg has been transformed into a stage for bloody farce by inexplicable forces!

Eye of Insel.

It is located in the heart of Insell City.

300 years ago, at the suggestion of the then city bishop, Edward von Lacob, to commemorate the [-]th anniversary of the establishment of the city-state, a statue representing the self-improvement, civilization and enlightenment of the Insel people should be built in the center of the city.

It has been built for more than ten years. Although the work was suspended for a period of time due to lack of funds, in the end, this stone sculpture that symbolizes the good quality of the Insell people and the huge square that supports it and covers an area of ​​more than 30 acres are finally completed.

The Eye of Insel, as the name suggests, the image of the statue is an extremely huge eyeball.

It weighs 45 pounds and is more than 50 meters high. Although it is hollow inside, it uses more than 120 tons of steel beams and columns as its bones and is fixed with steel nails that are more than [-] centimeters long. It is an out-and-out structure. Heavyweight behemoth.

Ryan mixed in the bustling crowd expressionlessly, looking forward with both eyes, and looked at the extremely strange huge stone sculpture in front of him.

The hot sun poured down.

An eyeball that looks even more red under the sun, as if rusted, with mottled ink spots stands quietly in the center of the square.

The surface of the eyeball has a layer upon layer of wave-like, magnificent and dreamy relief.

These reliefs are shaped like clouds, and they are extremely detailed. At a glance, it can be seen that the sculptor's painstaking fine lines set off the ground even more brilliantly.

However, in its center, the center of the sphere, and the center of those carefully carved cloud patterns covered like waves, there is a dull, terrifying, and extremely cold black eye.

For some reason, under the sun, the unknown material shone with luster, making it seem like it had escaped from the confinement of the stone sculpture and turned into a living thing.

The huge and empty eyes are more like a god without emotion. Even if there is a spirit, it just quietly scans the tiny ants in front of it.

How insignificant people are in front of him!

The crowd was silent.

The crowd that broke into the city gate was no longer noisy.

However, they were not because of fear, or because they were intimidated by the terrifying eyeballs, but because of fanaticism!

The faces of countless people are covered with a layer of crazy eagerness that cannot be concealed!

They also seem to have seen their own gods, and they all cast their eyes forward with great reverence, as if they were looking forward to something.

Ryan felt the silence around him.

Perceived their frenzy.

Then, he lowered his gaze and looked under the shadow of his eyeballs.

In the center of the square, right in front of the Eye of Insel, on the block of stone bricks blocked by the shadow of the giant eye, there is a high platform like a stage.

A large, bright red cloth conceals the wooden structure of the wooden platform.

However, the real bright red is more intoxicating than the red cloth!
Gallows!
On the platform, gallows lined up!
They're made of chunky, dark metal.

That ferocious, shimmering luster under the sun, seemed to be able to pass through the shackles of time, and convey the horror of the execution to everyone present.

But instead of feeling horrible, the people became more fanatical, because this execution scene was exactly what they were looking forward to!
In other words, the purpose of their gathering here today is to watch the "witch" wailing, being escorted to the stage by the soldiers, and then tightening their necks with rough steel cables, and then letting their bodies fall into the deep pit , was hanged alive.

"call--"

"Wow!!"

In the square, a gust of wind suddenly blew.

It passed over the heads of countless people, and swept over with a bone-piercing ice cold.

Around the high platform, black flags were planted. They danced in the strong wind, and the sound of howling was like howling and roaring.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

On the gallows, the rope used to strangle the prisoner is not an ordinary hemp rope, but a steel cable made of thin steel bars.

They were distorted by the wind, so they made a piercing metallic sound, and the thick blood was stripped from them, and was blown by the wind to the flags, the crowd, and even everything around them.

"."

Ryan stared at the gallows, his heart skipped a beat.

Steel cables, steel uprights, this gallows, what kind of criminals are they used to execute?
Could it be that the so-called witch has a unique physical body that surpasses ordinary people, so she must use such violent and hideous instruments of torture to kill her?
(End of this chapter)