Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 With the bishop's words falling, when the twelve high-ranking nobles who were dragged out by the Templars appeared in front of the crowd in disheveled clothes and with dirty faces, the atmosphere of the scene instantly reached its peak, and countless civilians from the high platform watched these great nobles who could only look up at such a miserable scene that they could only look up at and did not even have the qualifications to look up, and they burst into a landslide and tsunami of cheers

"Burn them ......"

"Burn them ......"

"Burn, burn, burn!"

The shouts gradually converged into two simple words, everyone, regardless of men, women, young and old, had fallen into madness at this moment, they waved their fists and arms like crazy, and roared hoarsely in their mouths, like a group of humanoid beasts, if it weren't for the Glory Knights' glaring long sword that allowed them to retain the last shred of sanity, I am afraid that the surging crowd would be able to tear these twelve nobles to shreds in an instant!

The Duke of Grantham was much thinner after a few days of mental and physical torture, and years of political life made him realize that he would never be spared, but many times, knowing and being able to bear it were two completely different things

By this time, His Excellency had almost lost the ability to walk, and the crude iron shackles on his wrists rubbed the blood of his well-maintained white skin, and he was the first to reach the surface from the dark dungeon under the drag of the two Templars, desperately holding back tears for a long time before he regained his adaptation to the harsh sunlight

Grantham was startled by the sudden explosion of excitement and a loud cry of excitement and brutality below, and he subconsciously turned his head to look at the crowd of black presses, the expressions on the faces of those lowly people who he usually regarded as pigs and dogs, and were worth no more than a horse, made him stunned and fearful from the bottom of his heart......

The sound of soft footsteps sounded behind Aeoris, and Saru's puzzled and slightly emotional voice came from behind at the right time

"It's scary, I never thought that a simple execution would trigger such a manic mood among these ant-like civilians, to be honest Aioris, now I have some regrets, I shouldn't have left them to you to deal with, in a sense you are all crazy, including these people below!"

Shaking his head, the Grand Master of the Templars, who was hugging his shoulders, did not turn his head at all, and snorted softly in his nose

"Actually, you understand Saru, the good thing about religion is that we can guide the will of the people in the direction we want without much explanation, whether it is right or wrong is all a matter of God, we mortals are just following the will of the gods...... What's more, the high-pressure practice in the previous period made these people too ruthless, and taking this opportunity to vent it will be beneficial for our future actions! ”

Standing parallel to Eoris, his eyes looking at the scene with interest, Saru spoke in a slightly stunned tone on topics that had nothing to do with the scene

"Oh? So, I thought you were a most devout believer and holy warrior, my friend! ”

"Of course I am religious, I have no doubts about God, but that doesn't mean we can't do certain things in the name of God, you can't expect everyone to be the same wise my friend, sometimes, well-intentioned deception and deception are good for both the common people and us, you must know that the world itself is full of lies, and we can guide these in a slightly better direction......"

"Maybe you're right, do you know what I'm thinking?"

"Huh?"

"I hope that after the war is over in the future, I will still be alive to discuss religion and lies with you as I do today......"

……

As the brief conversation between the two stopped, the steps of burning at the stake on the high platform ahead were in the final stages of preparation, and a small group of professional executioners from the Church Inquisition wore pullover robes, leaving only small holes in their mouths, noses, and eyes

They fastened the twelve nobles headed by the Duke of Grantham quickly and firmly with the chains of iron pillars with blood and rust that could not be washed away, while some of their assistants were busy piling up a tuft of hay onto the firewood that had been laid out long ago, while others were stirring the foul-smelling and sticky oil in the barrels at the last time......

Divided into two rows of more than fifty Templars, the hilt of their swords clenched and preoccupied with all possible dangers, in fact, they did not need to be so worried, this world may not resemble the existence of the Divine Creed Assassin and the Deadly Hidden Blade except for Marcel, and it is clear that Marcel will not take risks for the sake of these nobles without compensation......

The onlookers were silent for a moment, and when everything was ready, as the bishop folded in front of his chest and began to recite the boring prayer scriptures with the clergy of the church, the vats of fire oil were carefully poured from head to toe without mercy, and the stench, the wet viscosity and the obsession with survival before death made the Duke of Grantham and the others unable to help but begin to struggle frantically, crying, begging for mercy and cursing

Of course, such an act will do nothing but make their delicate skin more scarred, and let the spicy and slippery oil flow into their mouths, and these executioners, who have spent their lives in the service of the Church, who have studied and accustomed to this method of punishment, do not even have the slightest mood swing at all, like the stubborn stones of the ancients, who are cruel to the point of nearing peace......

After the recitation of the last word, the Bishop, who had been humbled in front of Eoris, suddenly opened his eyes, stretched out his hands outward, and his eyes were full of firmness and piety, as if he were ...... It was as if he really had the will of the gods

"We yearn for peace and beauty under God's guidance, but sin is like a cancer that sprouts and grows all the time, God says that only a pure flame can wash away all this, so that our world will never be free of violence and strife, so that his lambs can henceforth live happily on this land, and praise the mercy of the Most High God!"

"Praise the Mercy of the Most High God......"

Countless ragged and impoverished believers in the audience crossed their hands against their chests, slowly lowered their heads as the bishop spoke hypnotically, muttering and repeating in their mouths......

Suddenly, the scepter in the bishop's hand pointed straight at the twelve nobles, and his tone became solemn and cold

"But there are always heretics who mistake God's mercy for weakness, these people, who have high positions that are exalted and unattainable by ordinary people, but who have betrayed God's original purpose, who have betrayed the expectations of all the faithful, who have willingly thrown themselves into darkness, who are weak and shameful, and for this unpardonable sin we must eradicate, we must purify, and in the will of God, burn the sinners at the stake, Glamsam, and their souls will never enter the kingdom of God, and will never be pardoned, burn them!! ”

The right arm clenched into a fist and fell into a frenzy, and the self-hypnotized bishop screamed madly

"Burn to death! Burn to death! Burn ......"

The roar of the mountains and the tsunami came from the crowd again, and the atmosphere was like a gushing volcano that had once again reached its peak and limit

The executioner finally turned his gaze to the bishop, and after seeing the heavy nod of the other party, he did not hesitate to take out the torches from the brazier burning behind him and slowly walked towards the tortured nobles......

When everyone retreated to a safe distance, in the cry of the twelve, these ruthless and completely emotionless executioners did not hesitate to throw the torch in their hands at the firewood under the iron pillar, and the humanoid flame that soared into the sky suddenly bloomed, and the smell of burnt flesh wafted out in an instant

The horrific and disgusting scene did not cause any discomfort to these civilians who had never experienced war at all, including half-grown children and weak women and children......

Shrugging his shoulders, Eoris pushed away his visor and turned his head to speak softly to Saru's expressionless face

"Look! People like it, it's easy for civilians to be satisfied, that's what rights are, sometimes we don't have to do much, they explain it in their hearts and end up thinking it's real......"

Shaking his head with some interest, Saru glanced at the other party as he turned to leave

"Let's go, we still have a lot of things to do, as Leo said before leaving, the most important thing for us before he comes back is to live well, I don't want to end up like them!"

Pointing to the twelve charcoal bodies that could not be seen to be burning, and shaking the black cloak behind him, Saru was the first to leave the place that made him a little uncomfortable and disgusted......