Silby Mirage teleported back to his hometown and appeared in the capital of Aragon, Gorongosa, his father's territory. His waist turned into a beggar dressed in rags.
Aragon's territory was still filled with tall towers, but it was not as prosperous as the last time Silby came here. Only half a year had passed, but he felt like a lifetime had passed since his time in the manor.
At this moment, the capital of Aragon was filled with a murderous and bloody aura. Wanted posters were pasted all over the walls and alleys. Priests in black robes were constantly pasting the wanted posters on the walls with pails of paste. The wanted posters had a bounty of varying amounts written on them, but under each of the posters, there was a large slogan — Magus!
When was the last time he came to Gorongosa? Silby could not remember, but this place and Pandora were two completely different worlds.
Even if he did not say anything, he could feel the tension in the air that was almost maddening.
He was standing at the foot of the wall looking at the posters when he heard cheers from afar.
Turning his head, it turned out to be a group of young people who were raising their hands and cheering. They were about the same age as him, maybe even older. Judging from their clothes, they should be the children of some of the lower classes.
Why were they cheering?
Silby quickly found out the reason.
In the middle of the crowd, there were three crusaders riding tall horses. They were wearing sturdy armor, and the white cloth on their chests and backs were stained with blood. Under the blood, one could vaguely see the pattern of a cross.
And behind the Crusader's horse, there were three people, a man, a woman, and an old man. Their hands were tied, and they were led by the Crusader as they staggered.
"Let me go, let me go! I'm not a wizard. "
A man who was dragged behind the horse shouted crazily, "Our family has been obedient for so many years, why are you doing this to us?"
The soles of his feet were bleeding, and the bones of his heels were protruding out. Rows of bloodstains were left on the ground.
His voice was drowned out by the fanatical crowd. They threw rotten vegetables, rotten eggs, and animal feces at the three people behind the horses.
The man repeatedly shouted, "God, have mercy on me, Jesus, save me."
The woman and the old man beside him did not say a word. They looked like they could not bear the torture and had become numb.
The crowd passed by Silby, wrapping around him and rolling forward, and finally came to the central square of the city.
Over there, the execution platform had already been set up. On the execution platform, there were a dozen or so corpses that looked like cured meat hanging on a wooden frame. They were all headless. Some of them were charred black, while others were swollen and dripping with blood.
"Smash him!"
"Smash the wizard!"
"Smash these ogres!"
"Smash this group of plague messengers!"
The screaming man was dragged to the execution platform amidst the frenzied shouts.
On the execution platform, there was a burning flame and a wooden platform covered in blood.
There were two executioners and a priest in red robes.
The executioner carried was a man was on the platform. He was wearing a triangular mask, and his face could not be seen clearly.
The other executioner stood by the fire, holding all kinds of pliers and fiddling with the charcoal in the fire. The pliers were red from the fire.
When the man saw this, he was so scared that his pants were wet. He raised his hand and cried incoherently, "No … No, I beg you, I beg you. I'm not a wizard, I'm not a wizard … "
At this time, the priest walked out, holding a bible. He tapped three points on the forehead and shoulder. "Damira, you are guilty of cannibalism, murder, theft, and blasphemy. With the approval of Ramiro I, you are hereby sentenced to death, executed on the spot. "
"I'm not a wizard, I'm not a wizard!"
The man called Damira shouted frantically.
"Yes, you're not," the priest said sternly.
The priest yelled, "But your wife is, your father-in-law is, and your future child is as well! Harboring a wizard is an additional crime. Execute! "
The man looked at his silent wife and father-in-law, foaming at the mouth, and fainted.
But it was of no use. A crusader pinned him to the scaffold, and an executioner took out a red-hot iron pincer from the brazier, tore open the flesh of his chest, and sprinkled sulfur on it.
The man woke up on the spot from the pain, and he screamed shrilly.
His screams and wails stimulated the nerves of the onlookers. They cheered with a hundred times more enthusiasm, as if they had won a great battle.
They repeated the same words, "Kill the wizard, kill the wizard, kill the wizard …"
The executioner tore open the flesh of his limbs, fixed him on the ground, and pressed his head on the platform. Molten lead, boiling rosin, wax, and sulphur were poured over him.
Damiras howled with all his might. He kept raising his head to look at his body. The executioner kept scooping out boiling liquid from the pot and splashing it all over his body.
Every time he was splashed, he wailed and repeated, "Forgive me, God, forgive me... God..."
At this time, even the craziest and most fanatical spectators were speechless. The punishment that Damiro had suffered was almost unheard of.
In the crowd, some lowered their heads in silence, while others covered their eyes.
The priest's expression did not change. He stood in front of the screaming Damira, holding the Bible in his hand, and lectured loudly, "If anyone harasses a wizard, they will end up like this man. If anyone colludes with a wizard and provides them with money, they will be sentenced to death for blasphemy. Do you understand?"
The crowd loosened up, and in fear, they began to speak in scattered voices. "Yes … Yes …"
"Do you understand?!"
The priest shouted, and his voice drowned out Damira's screams.
"Yes!"
The crowd raised their heads and answered in unison.
The priest nodded with satisfaction. "Remember, only the light of God is the only light in the world. Only the church is the most reliable harbor for the common people. "
After that, he turned around and kissed the victim's forehead. Then, he looked at the tall executioner who was standing at the side with a wheel on his back. He tapped the executioner's forehead and shoulder, and said lightly, "Send him to God."
The crusader took off the heavy and huge wheel on his back, raised it high, and smashed it down heavily. The first hit made the man bleed from all his orifices. He was not dead yet, but his upper and lower jaw had bitten off his tongue, and his eyes were bulging out. It was a horrible sight.
"Smash him to death!"
"Smash him to death!"
The crowd cheered wildly again.
They had completely forgotten that just a second ago, they were still trembling under the priest's tyranny.
Another hit, and the man's head was completely crushed. Brain matter flowed out from the cracks in his bones and nostrils.
Boom!
With the last hit, the man's head was completely crushed by the wheel. Bones, blood, brain matter, and minced meat splattered everywhere.
In the crowd, Silby's expression was gloomy. He looked at the man who had died tragically, and then at the execution platform. The rows of corpses were either hung, burned, or smashed to death. He finally understood why his father had locked him in the tower all those years ago.
Most of the Magi were not Salazar Slytherin, nor were they Godric Gryffindor. On the contrary, those who could grow to their level were very rare. Most of the Magi were very weak. They did not have any magic inheritance, nor did they receive much education. They were powerless in the face of giants like the kingdom and the church. Once they were discovered to have abnormal abilities, they were killed on the way to growth.
The fact that he could live until now could only be described as luck.
When the man's head was smashed into a bloody mess by the wheel, the crusader kicked him away from the execution platform. The executioner hooked the man's spine and lifted him up onto the platform.
Then, the crusader stepped forward and escorted the old man and the woman to the execution platform. The crowd cheered ten times more excitedly than when they saw the male Magi.
If the man just now was only implicated, it was foreplay. Then these two people were the main characters, the real deal.
The woman who was smashed with filth was the first to be executed. This time, the priest did not even bother to pronounce the sentence. He just gave the executioner a look.
The woman closed her eyes and did not move, allowing the crusader to press them onto the execution platform.
"Heresy!"
Some of the men who were similar to Silby shouted, their faces red.
"Monster!"
There were even women who hugged their children and shouted, "Slut! Ghost! "
A buck-toothed man shouted rudely, "I saw with my own eyes that she ate her own child in the alley."
"I suggest burning it to ashes. Otherwise, her evil spirit will come back to harm people."
When someone mentioned the evil spirit, fear immediately made them even more irrational. They cursed the two Magi on the chopping board fiercely, probably trying to vent their fear through words.
It was the same routine as before. The executioner first heated the iron pincers with a brazier, then poured the lead into the brazier, along with pine resin, wax, and sulfur.
At this time, the wind suddenly blew and it started to rain heavily. The rainstorm came so suddenly that almost everyone could not open their eyes. It was clearly a sunny afternoon just now.
The executioner looked at the sky in confusion. The charcoal in the brazier was extinguished in the blink of an eye, making a sizzling sound. At the same time, the enthusiasm of the spectators was also extinguished. They no longer cared about watching the execution. They all remembered that there might be confiscated blankets or dried meat in the sun at home. They immediately covered their heads and ran away while screaming in shock.
The priest was extremely angry. He strode to the witch who was being executed, grabbed her hair, and roared, "Is it you? Are you playing tricks? Why is it suddenly raining?! "
The dirt on the woman's face was washed out by the rain. She looked at the priest, and a trace of shock flashed across her numb face.
"Kill her!"
The priest fiercely shook the woman's hair away and roared with rainwater spraying from his lips.
The executioner holding the wheel strode forward and raised the bloodstained wheel high.
Boom!
A bolt of lightning as thick as an arm fell from the sky and directly burned the executioner holding the wheel into charcoal.
The sound of the explosion sped up the escape of the crowd. They were trembling under the power of nature, and they were in a panic and did not know where to go.
"Damn it, damn it!"
The priest fiercely opened the Bible and quickly recited in his heart.
After reading, he seemed to have gained endless power and was about to personally take the iron pincers in the brazier.
But the moment he turned his head, a young but cold face appeared in front of him. The owner of the face said, "Remember to ask God why he didn't save you."
The priest didn't have time to think carefully about what this guy was trying to say. A heavy punch landed on his head. The fist was golden Sparkle and looked like it was made of gold.
Boom!
His head was dented by the golden fist.
The last image the priest received was his eyeballs being squeezed out of their sockets. Then, his head exploded and he completely lost consciousness.
A strong wind blew.
Silby didn't need to look back to know that it was the executioner holding the wheel.
He raised his hand and said without turning his head, "I'll crush you to pieces!"
The wooden wheel was blown to pieces. Even its wielder was hit by the blue spell. His entire body flew back more than 30 meters and heavily smashed into the ground.
The triangular hat on his head had been blown apart like a banana, and there were countless pieces of wood stuck in his chest. He couldn't be more dead.
Silby shook his fist in the rain. The rain washed away the blood on his palm. He stared coldly at the last executioner, swallowed his saliva, and ran away as fast as he could.
Silby didn't chase him because he knew that these executioners were just employees. Killing them was meaningless.
He squatted down and untied the ropes on the old man and the witch. He said, "What happened?"
After the old man was untied, he didn't have the slightest joy of surviving a calamity. On the contrary, he sorrowfully shouted, "You silly boy, why did you save us? Can't you see that we are doomed?"
"Why are we doomed?"
Silby asked.
"Where can we escape to? Everywhere is the Church's territory. Their spies are everywhere."
The old man tore his hair. "If we were caught, it would be worse than this! Originally, only the two of us died. Now, another one will die for no reason. You bastard, how dare you offend the Church!? "
As he said that, the old man pushed Silby's back. "Run, run, run. Before they catch you, run as far as you can."
"It's too late." The woman beside the old man said numbly, "They are coming."
As soon as she said that, the sound of horse hooves came from afar. A large number of war horses stepped on the rain and rushed to the scene of the incident. On each war horse, there was a fully armed crusader. Their eyes were resolute, and they held spears and shields. They were determined to kill the blasphemers.
Silby coldly glanced at them and grabbed the shoulders of the two wizards who were about to be tortured. Mirage teleported and disappeared.
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