Cthulhu Gonfalon Chapter 104:
Sun is already west.
At this moment, there is a huge crowd of people in the huge square, in the middle of the crowd, but there is a large space vacated.
There is the execution ground.
Under the guillotine, blood has flowed into a river at this moment. A group of ten people, in a short period of time, more than thirty times have been executed here, and more than three hundred people have been beheaded.
Three hundred people may not seem like many people, but they are actually a huge number.
Their blood pooled under the guillotine, forming a daunting little pond, and their corpses were released by Sui Xiong back to the original **Pig**Pig** Island** novel www.地，也I don't know how many people are terrified.
A strong smell of blood was permeating the air, and all the audience felt heavy in the air, and even those people who had gotten revenge gradually couldn't laugh.
Even the executioners felt too much pressure. Although they pretended to kill people without blinking, they really had never killed so many people mechanically like they were killing pigs like they are today.
More importantly, many of the criminals who were executed by them were dressed in rather exquisite or even gorgeous clothes. At first glance, they knew that they were not ordinary civilians, at least they were rich people, and maybe even nobles.
But these have no effect on Sui Xiong, his mind is strong, and he will not be moved by these things for a long time. What's more, with his magical powers, when you catch these people, you can see the sins on them, the grievances left by those who have been abused by them, and even the soft-hearted people, after seeing the countless sins , And there will be no more softheartedness.
So he just took the villains one by one with a cold smile, tried and executed them, and then sent them back.
When the sun went down, he looked at the sky and sighed softly.
"Come here first today, and the trial and execution will follow tomorrow." After that, he took Steer and the executioners off the guillotine and went to the hotel he had contacted beforehand.
"The killing was really strong today!" Stil smiled, "I have seen many dead people and scenes of killings in the past few years, but I have never seen such killings. Your Majesty, have you noticed? Among those executed today, there are many nobles!"
"I only pay attention to whether they are guilty or not, should they die." Sui Xiong said lightly, "We can't kill good people by mistake."
"In that kind of terrorist organization, there will be no good people." An executioner said, "Good people can't live in that kind of place. They will either follow the same trend, or be forced to leave, or they will be killed."
Sui Xiong nodded. Among those put to death today, there are people who were good at first, but gradually learned badly.
Actually, most members of the "Isis" organization may not be so bad at first, but as the so-called, those who are close to Zhu are red and black are black, and they have been with a group of brutal and ruthless believers for a long time. influences.
That night, in the "Iron Sand City", the capital of the Western Wilderness, many people couldn't sleep all night.
Some people are too happy and can't sleep with excitement, and more people can't sleep because of nervousness or worry.
Among these people who are scared to sleep, a small part is worried that the orc gods and Masked Void will fight in Iron Sand City, and they will suffer from the fish, most of them are reminiscing about their own life and discovering that they have done it too. There are many bad things, or some involvement with the "Isis" organization, worrying about whether they will be slaughtered by Majesty the Void.
When the knife hangs on the head, no matter how fierce or dull people are, they will eventually be afraid.
And this night, many people ran away all night, trying to escape from the Western Famine.
These people are naturally members of "Isis". They had a fluke mind before, and some hoped that they would not be discovered; some hope that the orcs and gods they believe in can protect themselves from disaster; some just Simply insensitive.
But after the daytime, they were all terrified.
Today during the day, many people witnessed their members being swept away by a tentacle that appeared out of thin air. When they were sent back later, they had separated their heads and turned into a corpse that remained warm.
Among the people who were executed, one of them was a high-status nobleman who happened to be discussing matters at the time, and there was a pastor with a high level of competence. Seeing that his body was still cold, he hurriedly used the resurrection technique, hoping to resurrect him. But when the spell was cast, he could feel the divine power drop, flow into the corpse along his own hands, and gradually rejuvenate the corpse, but could not feel the return of the deceased's soul.
Of course he refused to give up, so he asked everyone to pray with him, asking the gods of faith for help, and to find the soul of the nobleman.
Then he got an answer from the deity.
The soul of the deceased has fallen into **** and was taken away by the judges of hell. Once the soul of a sinner falls into the hands of the judges, he will be imprinted with the mark of hell. Even if the **** he believes in ventures to recapture the soul from hell, he cannot be resurrected.
What's more...How can a believer in a small area deserve the **** to sneak into **** at the risk of falling?
The judges of **** are very unfriendly to the gods. They always think that the gods’ access to the kingdom of God is an act that hinders the judgment and violates the world order. If the gods dare to break into hell, they are afraid Immediately they will be attacked by a group of judges. Not to mention that the gods he believes in are only medium-sized divine powers, even the top powerful divine powers among the gods, once they are besieged by the kings of hell, there will only be a dead end!
The matter is here, even if it is dead, the pastor can only give up. But before giving up, he asked curiously, after ordinary people die, it takes ten minutes to one or two hours before the soul will fall into the underworld. Why is it so fast this time?
The answer of the **** is, because His Majesty Void Mask specifically contacted the Hell Inquisitor, and the messenger from Hell was waiting nearby.
This answer stunned everyone. They couldn't even dream of it. There are so many friends of Majesty the Void Mask, and even the Hell Inquisitor has friendship with him!
Oh my god! Doesn't that mean that once he is caught, judged, and beheaded, he will not only kill him, but even go to the kingdom of God after death, but will fall into hell!
Thinking of this, everyone's horror suddenly appeared, you look at me, I look at you, all of them look desolate, more miserable than dead parents.
They did all the bad things one by one, and after falling into hell, they don’t know how miserable it will be!
At that time, I really want to die!
"Flee!" The priest said in a deep voice, "It's really a dead end to stay in the Western Wilderness!"
Everyone nodded silently~IndoMTL.com~ and then hurriedly went to their own things, even too late to pack their belongings.
Family property can be cleaned up by the servants at home, but escape can only be done in person.
The original members of the "Isis" organization, as fanatics of the orc gods, did not fear death. In their view, death is nothing to be afraid of. It is nothing more than returning to the embrace of the great gods and continuing to serve and sing the gods in the kingdom of God. But who knows that his Majesty the Void Masquerade will not only take their lives, but also send them directly to **** and let them accept the punishment of hell!
In this way, death is terrible!
Everyone ran fast, but the news spread faster than they escaped. Before the sky was completely dark, the middle and high-level leaders of the "Isis" organization in Iron Sand City knew about it, so they went up to the leader and down to run errands, each of them ran faster than rabbits, and only hated their parents for two fewer births. Legs.
Just as they ran away in a hurry in the dark, Sui Xiong had already arrived in the underworld, setting up a wine table to entertain a familiar but unfamiliar friend.
The judge from hell, Baron Palin. (To be continued.)