In what age, are you still a traditional witcher?

Chapter 110 Absurd Death and Madness
The smiles of these people are full of stiffness and effort.

Veins protruded from his forehead like the roots of vegetation, and the corners of his mouth suddenly grinned, trying to make an arc of distortion and ecstasy that was already the limit for ordinary people.

But other than that, the other muscles that can be mobilized on their faces seem to be glued and stiff, just like the faces of dead bodies in a dream when they are sent to the morgue for autopsy.

This bizarre, misty and weird smile, on the faces of these people, is like a classical music ensemble composed by cello and piano, which can be described as extremely harmonious!
"It's not an exaggeration to say that she was bewitched by the witch. What did this girl do to these people?"

Ryan frowned, thinking.

However, before he could continue to think about it, he heard another vast bell sound sweeping from nowhere.

"Boom!!!"

"The Witch Trial Ceremony, start!"

The bell echoed, and at the last moment of silence, the luxurious and majestic middle-aged man at the back stepped forward, and then announced the long-awaited words.

Regardless of those fanatics around.

Or Ryan.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and there was a muffled thunder explosion. The Thunder Snake drew a fleeting arc of light in the sky, and the golden luster shining in all directions was instantly wiped off from the land.

It seems that even Sunlight, on the eve of the start of the so-called "Witch Trial", was afraid of this bloody and terrifying killing, so he avoided it.

The huge Insel's Eye was buried in the shadows, but in this situation, it was more like it had disappeared from sight, watching people quietly in the dark.

Under the oppression of the dark clouds, the empty square looked even more gloomy and abnormal. At this moment, the wind was raging, and the howling wind smudged the strong smell of blood from the gallows, making people not only bear the pressure of the Eye of Insel, but also suck Thick desolation and bloody.

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The "Holy Maiden" walked slowly, her face was as stiff as a puppet, and she stood at the front of the red high platform, closest to the women who were "waiting for judgment" who were suspected witches.

The darkness of the sky did not stop her from praying.

The overflowing blood has long been familiar to her.

Therefore, under everyone's gaze, she clasped her hands together and slowly closed her eyes.

At this time, all the people kneeling below followed her, clasped their hands together, closed their eyes while chanting.

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For a split second, Lane thought he had strayed into a preacher broadcasting a lecture on scriptures.

The devotion of these people is stronger than that of all the believers he has ever seen, and it is almost engraved into the bone marrow. Tens of thousands of people close their eyes at the same time and recite the scriptures in a low voice. This is also the first time Ryan has seen this scene.

Therefore, Ryan is even more "outstanding" at this moment.

He was already tall and tall, and it was better when he stood among all the people at first, but now all the people are kneeling on one knee and turning to two knees, clasping their hands and praying devoutly.

But he was still standing, and his dark clothes made him look thinner and taller.

He looked flat.

That is to say, these people were only busy with their own prayers and didn't pay attention to him, otherwise they might really want to use "disrespect" as an excuse to fight each other.

Of course, although the public couldn't see it, the people sitting on the high platform could notice this "out-of-group" guy at a glance by virtue of their condescending position.

They have their own thoughts in their hearts.

But at this moment, the "Witch Trial" is about to begin, so he can only suppress those emotions in his heart.

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After a long time, Ryan heard the prayers around him stop.

He raised his eyes and looked at the petite figure on the high platform.

Sure enough, at this time, she also let go of her clasped hands, and then, under everyone's expectant eyes, she opened her eyes.

I saw that the obsidian-like eyes of the "Holy Maiden" flickered slightly, and swept across the faces of these women in front of them, as if they were looking for something intentionally.

Just as Ryan was watching with great interest, wondering how she would bring the "witch" out for trial next, he saw the little girl's eyes froze.

Her eyes stopped on the face of a middle-aged woman.

Then, she slowly stretched out her hand, pointing at the panic-stricken woman with a bloodless face.

"she."

The saint is as cold as ice, she doesn't seem to care about her direction at all, and will determine the fate of a person in this life and the reputation behind her.

"No!"

"I'm not! I'm not a witch!"

The woman began to howl.

She frantically waved her hands, as if she wanted to prove her innocence with pale body movements and words.

However, everyone looked at her coldly.

The people behind them lost their silence at this moment. They kept kneeling, but their faces turned red suddenly, and they began to insult her unscrupulously.

The dirty words and the resentment in the expression can be described as a beautiful landscape.

"Bang bang bang!"

Knights in heavy armor swarmed up, there were as many as four or five people, two escorted, and three followed closely behind, aiming their spears at the woman's head, waist, and chest.

As long as she stops or reveals the vicious side of the "witch", the sharp spear will pierce her vitals.

Therefore, the woman had no choice but to step forward and be escorted by the sergeant to the high platform.

"No it's not me!"

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

The woman cried and wailed.

But people still ignore this "sophistry", it seems that these "witches" have played out many times in front of their eyes.

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Ryan narrowed his eyes.

The people here are all normal people, and there is no such thing as a "witch".

"Identity is being analyzed."

News from the witch hunt agency.

"Identity information is flawless, pure human beings."

Ryan's heart sank as the woman was escorted to the stage.

He wanted to know, after the so-called "saint" pointed out the witch, what method would he use to prove her true identity?

The sergeants did not send the "witch" directly to the gallows, but did something else!

In front of everyone, they stabbed a tube of blood-red injection into the woman's neck!

Seeing this scene, Ryan was completely stunned.

What does this mean?
Are you not worried about other people thinking about it? !

Spray directly?I said, no one doubts whether there is something tricky in your medicine——

No, if they dare to fight in front of everyone, they should be sure that the composition of this potion will not make people suspicious.

This?
This is exactly.
Ryan frowned, his heart seemed to be shrouded in fog.

He's already starting to feel awkward.

However, what happened next made his heart jump even more.

I saw that after the injection, the woman fell silent, as if she had been injected with a "sedative", instead of crying loudly, she lowered her head in silence.

Then, the two sergeants lifted her up and carried her to the trap door of the gallows, neatly put the steel rope around her neck, and then
"squeak!"

"Crack!"

The trapdoor flew open in an instant.

The crisp sound of the neck being strangled resounded in the dead square.

A wave of madness and sorrow shrouded by the undead began to spread.

"that's it?"

Lane was amazed at the sergeant's brutal directness.

But soon, he noticed that although the woman's body was hung on the gallows, her head was lowered, and her body was shaking with the shaking of the steel cable.

However, everyone was still watching her.

And there was a bit of tension in his eyes.

"wrong!"

"There is still something in her body!"

Ryan's eyes widened suddenly.

His heart suddenly jumped.

"Gluck cluck!!"

"Gluck cluck!!"

Sure enough, at the moment when his thoughts fell, the body of the person hanging on the steel cable suddenly erupted with bursts of bone-stirring sonic booms!
And at the same time.

The woman's body also swelled visible to the naked eye, becoming stronger and stronger!

In just a few breaths, she changed from an ordinary human being to a huge figure at least nine feet long!
Moreover, her skin became dark and deep visible to the naked eye, and her hair began to grow like crazy. In an instant, her whole body was covered with dark and thick hair.

However, on her head, the long black hair fell off, and the scalp and skin gradually became rough, as if carved with ravines, like the scales on a snake.

The ears become longer and pointed.

The sharp fangs pierced the lips and protruded suddenly.

The arms became thick and frighteningly long, and sharp claws several inches long could be seen protruding from the fingertips.

However, that's not even the creepiest part.

The most terrifying thing is.
She opened her eyes.

She slowly opened her eyes soaked in scarlet, wildness and madness took over everything, hatred and greed dripped from the corners of her mouth, and then spread.

"Crack!!"

She began to struggle frantically.

Although it was difficult for her to scream because her neck was tightened, the low, hoarse roar was still extremely terrifying.

Accompanied by the appearance of her teeth and claws.

The audience below also fell silent, and their ugly expressions of fear and horror replaced their resentment, as if, when facing monsters, their confidence was far inferior to that of "witch".

However, such an inhuman monster quickly bowed its head and froze its eyes.

Because the guarding sergeant raised her spear and pierced her body and head sharply after she had completely mutated.

"call--"

Now, the wind brings more than blood.

And a disgusting stench!

It comes from the body of the monster being hanged on the gallows.

"what!!"

"Oh!!!"

Shouting out now means more than homage.

There is also joy in my heart.

It came from the faces of all the audience who suddenly turned from fear to joy.

Ryan, on the other hand, looked at everything that happened in front of him indifferently.

".Really, it sucks."

"Trial of the Witch" lasted a long time.

When the saint finally stopped identifying the "witch", more than a dozen women had already been dragged out of the suspects at the front.

Without exception, they all turned into "monsters" on the gallows, and finally were stabbed in the head by the silver armored sergeant beside them, and died on the spot.

At this moment on the high platform.

The gallows are all hung with horrifying and horrible corpses, and the smelly blood flows out from the head, heart and other parts, flows down the corpses, and falls from the toes.

The scarlet was mixed with the saliva spit out from the mouth, converging on the gray ground into puddles of foul-smelling blood pools.

Biting cold wind blows.

The fur on the monster's body swayed.

The dark clouds fell into the sun, and the gloomy clouds shrouded them. Under the gloomy sky, they were hung in front of the giant eye statue, and began to sway strangely and horribly with the wind.

"squeak--"

The steel rope made a friction sound.

It resounded throughout the silent square.

"The Witch Trial, terminate!"

This time, it was a judge wearing a judicial wig who came forward. His blue eyes were calm and calm, and his expression was as calm as water. , and said aloud.

"—"

Intense cheers erupted from the crowd.

A series of dense beating sounds sounded, and the people happily shook off the dust on their bodies. After the "Witch Trial" was declared over, they no longer looked at the high platform, but turned around, as if watching a movie. easy.

The crowd became confused.

They took brisk steps and walked into the circle where women gathered together.

Then it was looking for his "mother, wife, sister, daughter."

Those who found it led their family members back who were still trembling and whose expressions were filled with fear, and those who couldn't find it didn't struggle.

After all, they will go home when the time comes.

It's getting late today.

In this city, absolutely no one dares to stay out at night.

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The witcher turned slowly.

Stepping on gray and white stone bricks, he left without looking back.

After appreciating this big play, he also knew what the "bloody farce" in Willard's mouth was all about.
Leaving aside whether the so-called saintess has the power to distinguish witches from ordinary people, the injections injected into the necks of witches by those silver-armored soldiers are already bizarre enough.

Not to mention how happy these expressions are now, and the pale women beside them are like fools in two worlds. Their fanaticism and ugliness are fully displayed, contributing an absurd and bloody visual feast for the demon hunters.

Ryan was expressionless.

From his dark eyes, there was a serious chill.

Judging from today's results, there is an unspeakable sense of weirdness everywhere in this matter, and many bizarre and shocking things are constantly happening in the city.

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What happened in this city was also recorded by the Demon Hunting Agency.

"Operator Winston, after you came to the square, the person you met seemed to have something to say to you."

Smelling the blood in the air, Ryan had long since decided to go to the place Willard said.

Based on that guy's unusual and abnormal attitude, Ryan firmly believes that he can definitely get a lot of useful information from him!
on the high platform.

The woman in the moon white robe stood up. She never spoke from the beginning to the end. At that moment, her sharp eyes swept towards the restless crowd in front of her, and a look of disgust appeared on her face covered by the white gauze.

With her slender legs, she walked briskly.

It seems that he wants to stay away from this bloody and ridiculous execution scene as soon as possible.

But when she passed behind a person, her pace gradually slowed down.

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The saint's expression was as indifferent as ice, and her doll's face was as delicate as a puppet, with a stern frost on it, but those dark eyes looked over the crowd and looked into the distance.

He looked at the black figure who turned and left.

If possible, she would like to walk up to that person and look at him well.

This is not because some "pink" girlish thoughts arose in the young saint's heart, but because of the curiosity in her heart.

Because, in her opinion, everyone living in this city has a common characteristic, and even she is not exempt from it.

Whenever she looked at any human being or even a creature, the facts reflected in the pair of dark eyes and the impression reflected in her mind would be presented in a different way.

This is also the key to her ability to distinguish between ordinary people and "witches".

"Witches" are a little different from ordinary people.

If you use a more professional term, perhaps "mutation" would be more appropriate.

But generally speaking, witches and other normal people belong to the same kind of existence.It's just that one of the categories has changed slightly, but the source is the same from beginning to end.

A witch who can turn into a monster is like this.

However.
"That person is different."

"He has nothing, nothing."

"It's just not human."

(End of this chapter)