In what age, are you still a traditional witcher?

Chapter 129 The Truth
It was dark in here.

In the palpitating darkness, there was a strange rustling sound.

Freya opened her eyes with difficulty, but she couldn't see anything. It turned out that her eyes were covered with a black cloth.

hands, hiss—
The cold metal was tightly clinging to her wrist, and a tearing pain was spreading from her wrist.

She could feel the iron hoop rubbing against her skin, but her own weight aggravated the tearing and rubbing pain.

She was hung up.

Blindfolded.

"rustle--"

The weird voice suddenly changed, and Freya's heart beat violently.

Fear of the invisible, fear of the unknown.

"Oh? You finally woke up."

A familiar voice rang in her ears, and Freya heard footsteps and a figure gradually approaching her.

"sieve!"

The blindfold was removed.

Justice Wilder kept a refined smile, and looked at Freya's empty eyes with loving eyes.

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This is a strange space.

Freya swears that in her memory, she has never seen such a dark and nauseating scene.

A few weird candles were inserted on the iron frame not far away, and the faint blue fire light was the light source here.

There was a sickening smell in the air.

It was like a burnt smell, or more specifically, the smell of human bones pushed out of the crematorium.

In view, just behind Wilder, was an iron pallet welded to a metal post.

It looks like a music stand with music scores in front of a musician.

But, just above the music stand, that thing is not a musical score at all!
Freya could see the cover of the book pages. The carefully crafted lines, the suffocating smell, and the pervasive madness——

"Pong!"

"Ding!"

Freya began to struggle violently, she bit her lip, raised her head, and watched the black iron hoop grind blood on her wrist.

Blood red flowed down her arms.

The sharp pain drilled into her mind.

"It's useless."

Wilder smiled slightly.

Freya still didn't stop until she was tired and had no strength to struggle, then she gave up panting heavily.

Wilder smiled at the scene in front of him.

His eyes were devoid of any emotion, full of viciousness, like a knife cutting Freya back and forth.

He is looking at an important work of art.

Also a test subject.

More importantly, he is full of resentment and needs to destroy her spirit and make her completely collapse.

Therefore, he didn't need to hide the malice in his heart any longer—it was all released, which confirmed everything he was going to say next.

"Curious, Freya?"

"What exactly is this matter about?"

"Judge Wilder, why do you have to be imprisoned and stand in front of you like a villain."

Wilder turned his back, his eyes widened, and he turned his head to stare at Freya with a grin like a beast that devours people.

The expression on his face was completely perverted and fierce.

Freya's body began to tremble.

Wilder's malice made her fall into an ice cave.

Most importantly, under the influence of something, she had a splitting headache, as if a knife had been pierced into her head and began to stir crazily.

"."

Headaches are far better than tearing pains in limbs.

She struggled again, and the memory fragments in her brain began to piece together, and the unbearable itching and heat spread from her wrist to her arm.

Wilder grinned grimly and nodded in satisfaction.

"very good!"

"Your memory is starting to come back."

"mine."

"Daughter!"

One word falls!Freya's drooping head suddenly lifted up, her delicate face was covered with pain and confusion, and her empty eyes were full of horror.

"do you remember me?"

Wilder took a step.

One step at a time, blood and malice spit out from the throat.

"I am the buffoon who summoned the gods."

"Your biological father."

"Same! A lunatic who has been exiled by the gods for eternity and is always jealous of his daughter favored by the gods!"

Wilder growled hysterically.

"I'm dead. I'm dead."

"Do not."

Freya's memory has been pieced together, and she clearly remembers that her vitality has been swallowed up by "God"!

she murmured weakly.

"Hehehehaha!"

Wilder seemed to have heard some ridiculous nonsense, and laughed extremely sarcastically.

"Freya, the saint, the spokesperson of God."

"Master Freya, why did you die?"

Wilder's eyes were red, and he sneered and said mockingly: "God himself drew a picture for you, and fixed your face and time in that picture."

"The gods love you so much."

"The moment she came into the world, she regarded you as a treasure!"

"She cherishes your singing voice, your smile, and everything about you as a mortal!"

"Freya, how did you die?"

Wilder laughed.

"I am the only person whose life is worse than death!"

Wilder slammed his hammer against the wall, blood and tears came out of his eyes, as if he was crazy.

Freya's body trembled suddenly.

"You killed me." She looked at her father and murmured puzzledly, "It's clear that you killed me."

"!"

"Snapped!"

Wilder quickly came to Freya's side and slapped her hard.

On the cheek of the saint, a bright red palm print appeared impressively.

With a slap, Freya seemed to remember something, her eyes lit up.

"You killed me and offered my soul to the gods."

"Crack! Crack!"

With a ferocious face, Wilder waved his palm vigorously.

"puff!"

Blood overflowed from Freya's mouth, and now she looked like a lunatic, irritating Wilder expressionlessly.

"However, the god was furious because of this. He exiled you, made you immortal, and suffered from the curse."

Freya murmured.

Wilder lowered his hands, his body trembling slightly, and his heart ached extremely.

"I didn't expect you to remember, Freya."

Wilder suddenly laughed.

Beneath the calm smile was full of resentment and viciousness.

"As you said. Out of God's love for you, and the hatred in my heart, I [dedicated] you to her in exchange for more rewards."

Wilder spread his hands with a smile.

"But I didn't expect that"

"She cherishes you so much, she even... wants you to live, and she doesn't want you to be by her side forever."

Wilder buttoned his cuffs gracefully.

He put on a gentle smile, but his hands were trembling. However, when he was buttoning another button, his trembling hands still didn't listen.

"Damn! Damn!"

He growled hysterically.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

He slapped Freya hard again.

After venting the anger in his heart, he took a deep breath, walked slowly, came to the "music stand", and flipped through the disgusting book.

"However, thanks to you."

Wilder suddenly sneered.

"Because of your death, she fell into madness."

"She's desperately trying to bring you back to life. She wants you out of [ghost] state and live as a human again."

"She can't."

Wilder laughed bitterly: "She used all means and found that the resurrected things are all residues and fragments!"

"It's not [Freya] at all."

"Freya, do you know? When the gods fall into madness, they will be terrible, and they will do some crazy things that lose their minds."

Wilder stared at Freya, and said with a smile: "For example, burn everything about her in exchange for a deceased mortal returning to the world intact."

"As a result, she failed!"

Wilder laughed sarcastically: "Is this the god I admire? So weak, so powerless!"

"In the end, she tried her best, but she could only watch you come back from the dead, and was quickly swallowed up."

"Hiding your memory in that painting [symbolizing eternity] is the last thing she can do."

God, it's dead.

"So, I want to thank you, Freya!"

"Not only did that cowardly god grant me the pain of eternal life, but it also made me realize clearly—"

"How worthless she is!"

Wilder turned the pages of the book, and when he saw what he needed, he not only hooked his lips, but sighed.

"This is the god I believe in!"

Wilder's eye sockets were about to burst, his bloodshot pupils were almost exposed, and the smile on his face was irrational and crazy.

After hundreds of years, Wilder's appearance has not changed.

He never left any form of information, even living in the modern city: Wuerzburg, he also used the power bestowed from [New God] to fully disguise himself!
This is why the authorities couldn't find the clues.

Wilder is a "modern man" who has lived for hundreds of years!
"What do you want?"

Freya raised her head feebly.

"I'm asking you, Freya."

"You who have recovered your memory, don't you remember?"

Wilder sneered mockingly: "In this false city, in the witch trial made up of lies, what did you do—"

"Ding! Ding—"

Freya felt cold all over her body, and her violently shaking body caused the chains to collide. Her eyes widened, and she couldn't believe the speculation in her heart.

"Hahaha!"

Seeing her like this, Wilder smiled even more happily.

"You guessed right, those people are all living people, all living people!"

"No, no, no, I clearly saw them, they changed from human to monster, they have the same characteristics!"

Freya struggled with all her strength.

Her voice was full of crying.

"I'm not I'm not."

"Will not."

Wilder watched all this, saw Freya sinking into self-doubt and mental instability, and he added fuel to the fire with a grim smile.

"What did you see?"

"The [Special] you see is not the so-called [Demon Seed] in their bodies."

"It's an omen!"

"A harbinger of imminent death!"

Wilder laughed loudly and said, "In other words, Lady Saint, you just predicted the dying person!"

He licked his lips.

In order to completely destroy Freya's spirit and cause her to collapse, everything must be explained, and she must be fully aware of the fact that she is an executioner.

"It's all the same, Freya."

Wilder said: "No matter who you designate, the guys who come on stage will all become [witches]."

"My daughter, because of divine power, your prophecy has reached a jaw-dropping level."

Wilder admired it wholeheartedly.

"You must be wondering, if it is the person you pointed out that will die soon, then why can you pass the [Omen of Imminent Death] in advance and pull them out of the crowd."

Wilder patiently explained;
"Assuming death is the effect, the cause of your designation."

"Because of your identification, the death occurred, and the causal relationship is completely correct."

"However, you first saw the [effect], and then produced the [cause], and finally, smoothly transitioned to the [effect] of death."

"A miraculous prophecy, isn't it, my daughter."

"The culprit of everything, Freya!"

Wilder roared suddenly, his voice was like a sharp sword, piercing into Freya's heart fiercely.

"Because of your prophecy of reversing cause and effect! This led to their deaths!"

Wilder was hiding something.

For example, why she pointed out that anyone would become a witch.

That's because Wilder has secretly mastered the entire city, and everyone here is an alien matrix that is about to break the wall.

All he had to do was point his fingers casually after Freya pointed out those people.

Because, whether male or female, old or young, they are all poor people!

"!"

Freya bit her lips tightly, tears of blood flowed from the corners of her eyes, and her empty eyes were filled with sadness.

"The executioner—"

"You are the executioner! Freya!"

I am a murderer.

I am the source of the tragedy.

Blood and tears blurred her eyes, and in the blur, Freya seemed to see something——

"woo"

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

The woman was brutally pushed to the execution ground, crying heart-piercingly, and savagely injected with injections.

Then, she turned into a monster!

Soldiers pierced her head with sharp spears!

Where is Freya?
Freya watched all this happen with cold eyes!

Next, who is next!
Her eyes swept away again.

In the end, she chose a little girl.

"Roar!!!"

The monster screamed in pain, its small body was deformed, blood dripped down, and finally gathered at Freya's feet.

"Clap!"

Stepping on the blood, Freya took a step forward expressionlessly.

Next, who is next!
Finally, she saw a pair of mother and daughter hugging tightly.

"laugh!"

"laugh!"

Next!who is the next!
who is the next!
"Clap!"

"what!!!"

Freya's eyes were filled with blood and tears, and the teardrops fell on the ground, and she let out a heart-piercing wail.

"I am—the executioner."

"I am the source of all evil."

She howled in pain.

She wept almost frantically.

"Hahaha!"

Wilder laughed heartily, he watched Freya's mental breakdown, and felt that it wasn't enough!

He wants to add another fire!

"Freya, do you remember—"

"You are dead, only the memory remains in the painting."

"So, where did your body come from?"

Ignoring Freya who was weeping, Wilder laughed and said:

"my daughter."

"my daughter!"

"20 years ago, I had been preparing for a long time. In 20 years, I raped a girl!"

"She got pregnant successfully!"

"She raised that baby girl by herself."

"That baby girl is your sister."

"Just a few days ago, I took away your [sister's] mind, injected your mind into it, and made some fine-tuning"

Wilder licked his tongue sickly.

"Your current body is exactly your sister's [corpse]!"

Wilder opened his scarlet eyes.

Finally, he delivered the verdict.

"Guess again, who is the priestess Eleanor?"

Freya burst into tears: "No! No! No! No way!"

"Hahaha!"

Wilder laughed:

"It's your mother!!!"

　For the sake of the last vinegar, I made the previous dumplings.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)