Captain Aura was at a loss for words. She pulled the female team member beside her and gave up the idea of reasoning with the Death Knights. The Death Knights in front of her were obviously unreasonable. They were still stubbornly operating according to their ancient norms. Furthermore, the Death Knights were not living creatures, and their thinking and actions were different from them. Captain Aura secretly persuaded herself that since these Death Knights were the armed forces of Family Harris, they could be considered as her own people. It was better not to provoke them for the sake of a Dark Sorcerer.
Seeing that these "little people" were no longer nagging, the Death Knights with bull horns turned around. Amicus Caro had been placed on a wooden stake by his two companions. He felt as if a cooling ointment had been applied to his broken leg. The cooling sensation greatly relieved the pain of his broken leg. Under the influence of the medicine, he appeared to be abnormally alert. His mind was no longer occupied by the unbearable pain, but he still stared at the undead with a ferocious expression. What puzzled Amicus was that these undead creatures mercilessly killed his companions who did not manage to escape in time, picked him up from the ground, and then saved him. What were they trying to do?
But as an experienced Death Eater and Dark Sorcerer, Amicus saw two giant logs that were originally the beams of the shack not far from him. They were nailed deep into the ground by the Death Knights. This made him feel more and more uneasy. He instinctively felt that the situation was not good for him. Amicus, whose pain had been alleviated under the effect of the medicine, ignored his broken leg and struggled to escape. But then, a Death Knight noticed his movement and held him firmly on the back. The difference in strength made him like a fish on a sticky board. His body kept struggling, but he could not leave the wooden stake.
"What are you trying to do?" Looking at the cold and indifferent eyes of the Death Knights approaching him, he felt a chill run down his spine. Although they had not done anything to him, the process of waiting for the result was even more terrifying. The bulging muscles under his face twitched constantly. His pair of fearful eyes swept to Captain Aura who was about to leave. As if grasping at a life-saving straw, he anxiously pleaded, "I'll surrender myself! I'm a Death Eater! … The shack, I burned it … I attacked the Weasley Family! I admit to all the crimes … Hurry up and take me away, this is your duty … You … I'll surrender myself, okay? "
But the Aura had already turned around, and the Death Knight in the lead signaled the two Death Knights who were holding his arms to put him in the middle of the upright logs. The Death Knight untied the chain around his waist and handcuffed his wrists.... Death Knight hung his hands on two logs, so that he had no choice but to open his arms......
The commotion attracted the attention of the Weasleys as well.
"What are they doing?" Ron stared in the direction of the Death Knight, his mouth wide open in shock on his ash-covered face.
"I bet he's going to be punished!" Thinking of the Death Eaters who burned her home and injured her family, Jenny crossed her arms and tossed her long red curly hair behind her back. She gritted her teeth and said, "He attacked us and caused us to not have time to release the ghouls from the attic. He has to pay the price."
The captain of the Aura returned to the team. He pinched his fingers and looked at the Death Knights with a blank expression. According to the rules of the Aura, he should stop the Death Knights and arrest Amicus. However, the corpses of the Death Eaters from the previous battle were still lying on the ground. He was sure that the Aura on his side was no match for the Death Knights, and these Death Knights were also Harris' men … So, the captain could only report what happened here to Albert through the sensory imprint badge on his H94 uniform.
Seeing that the Aura did not move, and the Death Knight in the lead pulled out a one-handed hatchet as a flying hatchet, Amicus was scared out of his wits. His face was full of panic. This huge killing machine was about to come over. Amicus shouted at the onlooking Aura in despair, "Are you Aura? Have you done your duty as an Aura? You still don't accept the prisoner's surrender … "
The Death Knight in the lead grabbed Amicus' back collar with one hand, and pulled out the hatchet hanging on the right side of his waist with the other hand and raised it high. "May the raven guide you …"
As a wizard, Amicus did not understand the customs of the other party, but at this time, he knew that he would not end well. He trembled all over, his muscles and bones were twitching, and his teeth could not help but clatter against each other. He kept begging for mercy in a muffled voice. "Stop … Don't … Don't kill me …"
The Death Knight was not moved by Amicus' pleas at all. Under the illumination of the ghostly moon, the Death Knight cut the hatchet into Amicus' back, and then began to pull from top to bottom.
Amicus instantly let out a shrill scream. The hatchet sank deep into Amicus' spine and cut his back down along his spine. Amicus was in so much pain that his eyes rolled up, his body trembled, and he let out a hoarse scream with his mouth half open.
The worst-case scenario for the other adepts present was that the Dark Adept would be executed on the spot. They didn't expect such a bloody scene to occur. Jenny, who had been harboring thoughts of revenge, couldn't tear her eyes away from this terrifying scene. Ron's face was pale. His nostrils flared as he muttered, "This is too scary."
The captain of Aura could not help but take a step forward, and then he noticed that the Death Knights were looking at him with chilling eyes. It seemed that if he dared to step forward and interfere with their execution, he would be attacked. Looking at the scattered corpses on the ground, he dismissed the idea of stopping them.
Blood splattered on the Death Knight's mask, and the cold eyes in the gap of his armor remained motionless. He then inserted the hatchet into a wooden stake. At this moment, the torturer's back had been cut open, and his spine was exposed. The Viking Undead stretched out his huge armoured palm and inserted it into the gap of the spine that had just been cut open.
Amicus instantly raised his head in pain, but unlike before, he did not dare to scream or make any big movements to avoid aggravating the wound and causing more pain.
"This is too cruel." The female Aura who accompanied the captain of Aura was pale. She had goosebumps all over her body. As a wizard and Aura, she had experienced many battles of life and death. The visual effects of spells, especially black magic, were not much gentler than the scene in front of her. However, this kind of physical method that caused everything to happen bit by bit was novel to the wizards.
The Death Knight did not care about the gazes of the people around him. He used his hand to pull Amicus's ribs out along the cut on the spine, instantly breaking the connection between the ribs. The Viking Undead then used brute force to pull the torturer's ribs out. The blood-red ribs were like two closed wings, and the bright red organs were revealed in front of the Death Knight. Many of them were heaving violently.
"This is' Blood Eagle '! It originated from Scandinavia in the Middle Ages. According to legend, it was a revenge punishment ritual invented by the Vikings … "An Aura held her chest and muttered." Ravenclaw … Before I entered the wizarding world, I had peeked at the introduction in the Muggle World. I didn't expect to see it with my own eyes one day … "
Ron, who was a distance away, was dumbfounded. He could not help but tremble. This Gryffindor originally believed that the worst magic was the Avada Death Curse. However, after witnessing everything with his own eyes, his face turned pale. The freckles on both sides of his nose could be seen clearly.
"He's still alive." Jenny's voice was trembling. She no longer had any thoughts of revenge. She only felt cold all over. "They gave him medicine to ensure that he would live to suffer."
"Fred, hurry up and pull Jenny away! Don't let her see! "Arthur, who was sitting on the ground, finally managed to yell out.
At this time, the hand on the iron chain hanging Amicus clenched into a fist. As the death knight moved, the fist trembled violently. The intense pain made Amicus wish that he could die immediately and never feel this pain again. However, the potion that he had taken earlier not only saved his life but also kept his mind awake. The pain had also been reduced to the point where he would not pass out. However, it made him suffer a fate worse than death. After his chest was opened, he could not even breathe.
But the pain was far from over. The Viking executioner dug out Amicus's lungs from his chest. When he let go, the lungs drooped over the ribs on his back. As he breathed, the lungs moved the ribs up and down. As soon as the bloody lungs came into contact with the air, they rapidly expanded due to emphysema. In the process, the death knight was careful not to tear off the victim's trachea. With the lungs, which were breathing weakly, holding up the 'wings', the scene of a flying 'blood eagle' was right before his eyes.
Blood gushed out from his back and soon gathered at the bottom of his feet.
The death knight shook the blood off his hands and groped around his waist for a while. He then turned to his two companions and said, "Uh, no need for salt. I didn't bring …"
Seeing the other two Undead Knights shake their heads in agreement, the leader gave up resentfully.
Amicus did not feel lucky. He just gasped intermittently with his eyes wide open. His lungs had gradually collapsed and shrunk after coming into contact with the air until he could no longer take in oxygen. After a while, the Death Eater Amicus Caro's face gradually turned pale. His widened eyes became lifeless and his head drooped weakly.
The death knight, whose head was splashed with blood, lowered his head. He raised his right arm above his head, raised his index finger and middle finger, and bent his other fingers, gently and rhythmically circling the horned helmet above his head. He waved twice as a final ritual.
All the death knights stared at the scene in front of them. They hung the defeated Amicus high up in the air. Amicus' feet dangled in the air. His shoes were long gone, and the remaining leg dangled crookedly. The skin on his back, which had been peeled off, was stretched out completely by the iron wire. From the front, the skin on his back looked like a pair of wings. On his back, his shrunken lungs were resting on his already blackened and bloody internal organs. The smell of blood gradually attracted some little flying insects in the forest.
At this time, Allen's doppelganger teleported over in a black fog and appeared not far from the blood eagle in front of the shack. His gaze swept across the burnt shack and the injured George, Arthur and the others. He did not notice the thing behind him and above his head. Allen frowned with a worried look in his eyes. He then hurriedly waved to the captain of Aura who was not far away with a very bad expression. "Where's Mrs. Weasley and Bill? Why do you look so bad? "
The captain of Aura stood beside Allen and explained the situation with his head down. Seeing that Allen seemed to be relieved after knowing that Weasley was not injured, the captain of Aura began to look troubled. After a moment of hesitation, he pointed his finger at the top of Allen's head as a reminder and answer to his other question …
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