Lovecraft and the striking workers were arrested and thrown into black jail, but there was a difference, as the two had the audacity to declare that the workers would be exempt from the penal penalty of beheading if they were willing to admit that they had been bewitched by Lovecraft.

In the end, many of the workers chose to accuse Lovecraft, and only a few of the workers refused to accuse them, so that the results of their trial, as well as Lovecraft's trial, were soon informed, and in fact Lovecraft's and others did not appear at all in the trial court held against them, and were tried in absentia in prison.

The workers were sentenced to death by hanging for "second-degree blasphemy" and a few days later for being "degraded by demonic worshippers" and "second-degree blasphemy", while Lovecraft was convicted of "first-degree blasphemy" and "massive intentional homicide" and was to be burned at the stake in the square.

When the workers were about to be taken away for execution, they were allowed to eat a severed head meal, so that they could talk to Lovecraft across the railing, and Lovecraftt apologized to the workers: "It is because of me that you are involved in this incident." ”

The sturdy man at the head shook his head and said, "Mr. Lovecraft, you are too polite, those lackeys and villains want to exterminate our movement, and naturally they will use all kinds of means, and we are really stupid to think of gentle struggle to improve and change the status quo." And no matter what, I'm sure you must have nothing to do with the devil, sir, you are a good person. ”

Lovecraftt smiled bitterly: "Good man? This is the most useless title, but if it is useless to improve, can we just let this world rot, and where will the future of this world be?"

The crowd was silent, the time passed in silence and the occasional sound of eating, the remaining workers were taken away and executed, and soon Lovecraft was left alone in the prison.

After some time, the time for Lovecraft's execution came, so he was brought out of prison by the guards, and the new immortal epic, now known as the Apostle of the Spectre of Fire, was waiting for him at the door, and together with the guards, he was personally put into a prison cart and escorted to the execution ground.

As for Lovecraft's crimes, it has been spreading in the city for a few days, because of the great plague of Battyros, many people have died in the city, and the Siber authorities urgently need to give the people an outlet, Lovecarft knows it, and he has become this outlet, as for whether it is true or not, it doesn't matter to Siber.

Lovecraft was confined to the prison car, his knees were aching, and now the prisoner car was moving on the road to the square, the familiar road that he had walked countless times, this time it seemed so painful and long, and the sound of cursing at Lovecarft was heard all around, and for a time Lovecraft's reputation was comparable to that of the famous tyrant in history.

The so-called hated house and Wu, the place where Lovecraftt stayed, also fell into bad luck because of him, the always prestigious Louel Club was dissolved, and the members were afraid to dissociate themselves from the club, and those who had contact with Lovecraftt wanted to think, and even create, a proof of Lovecraft's evil deeds, to appease the furious masses.

Lovecraft's cousin, who had received him when he entered the city, was now standing on the side of the road as a relative, proving how evil he was when he was a child, and how normal and hateful he was to create this great plague of Battyros.

There was only one person who refused to accuse Lovecraft, and that was Lubofo, who had come with him to Battyros, who insisted that Lovecraft, though not a saint, could never have committed the plague-causing catastrophe, and pointed out that some of Lovecraft's "relatives and friends" were purely fabricated.

The truth-telling Lubofu got his end, and was beaten for hours by the furious crowd, and the white face that used to be the noblewoman who could have been kept by the noblewoman, was beaten so that he could not see the human form, and was cut off by the furious crowd and placed on the path of the prisoner car, and the city guards avoided this obviously illegal time.

"O scoundrels," this is the thought in Lovecraft's mind at this moment, and what he wrote on the other world line, the plot in his mind is constantly echoing in his mind at this moment.

The lowly human beings, the small human beings, are only satisfied with the ideas they want to get, and are controlled by the higher, and the higher ones are not controlled by the greater gods? As for the gods, are they controlled by more unspeakable things? If not, why can't the gods control their fate, and why do even the gods fall?

Order is the lowest and most superficial product, because the more perfect the order, the easier it is to destroy, like a building block that a child spends days piling up, and perhaps if one of the blocks is removed, the whole building will collapse, this is the world.

Therefore, only chaos is eternal, if it is chaotic and disorderly from the beginning, then there is no way to destroy, and destruction is only from one chaos to another, and those chaos are still chaos after all, not like order, and the slightest difference in thousands of orders will be wrong.

No wonder people say that they only come to their senses before they die, and Lovecraft feels that his understanding of the world has become extremely clear.

Order is easy to destroy, and at the same time ugly, and over the years at Louell's club, Lovecraft thinks he has seen the country and the continent too clearly.

The existing state order is to oppress the inhabitants at the bottom, plunder and slaughter the free and brave barbarians externally, and to cut down and destroy the natural world, let the noisy factories pollute and destroy everything in the world, and use cold machines to suppress and conquer everything.

In fact, Lovecraft was vaguely aware of this before, so he helped the workers, wanted to raise the consciousness of struggle at the bottom, and promote some reforms at the top, and at that time Lovecraftt also thought that the world might be able to change for the better and better.

But Siber's powerful repression shattered Lovecraft's illusions, making him realize that the bottom can never break the shackles of the top, and that reform will be a dream after all, and Lovecraft has lived for so many years, and he has not seen a dog willing to drop the meat in his mouth, unless you have a stick, but in reality, the authorities have the most powerful stick.

Many romantics have called for millions of years for nature to form the world it is today, but since the industrial revolution began in Boligu, Sib and the southern Xinjiang countries have turned the whole world upside down in two hundred years, and human beings are constantly demanding from the world like diseases.

When the prisoner arrived at the execution ground, Lovecraft's heart was still in a frenzy of thoughts.

Or rather, the idea became clearer, Lovecraft had never felt so clear in his mind, how he wished that the road would be a little longer, not to live a little longer, but to think a little more, and he felt that he was approaching the reality of the world.

Therefore, even if there is no demon, even if there is no "Apocalypse War", according to the current development status of the southern Xinjiang countries, even if there is no external interference, in a few years they will toss themselves to death, and when the world can no longer bear the development of the southern Xinjiang countries, they will destroy themselves.

Therefore, from this point of view, if they were to be destroyed in the "Apocalypse War", it would be the greatest gift for them, at least they would not have to know that their path was wrong.

Since the state is unwilling and unable to bring justice and fairness to the general population, it is better to destroy such a world, at least for many workers, living is a more painful thing than dying.

The power of the Three Pillars of God poured out from the abyss and communicated with the mortal realm, and without Love's knowledge, it had already fitted with his meditation model, just like the Three Abyss Pillars connected to the heavenly realm not long ago and took away Randolph Haller, Leng Yi saw it but did not stop it.

Because Lovecraft's situation is exactly the same as that of Randolph Haller, it is not the abyss that entangles them, but their minds converge with the abyss, so that the abyss can connect with them through the gaps, and according to what the DND says, they both become the elect of the abyss.

If there is any difference, it is that Haller has fallen into the abyss, mainly because his intellectual curiosity is in line with Yugosotos, he is closer to Yugosotos, while Lovecarft is higher, and he is in perfect harmony with the grand and far-reaching side of the abyss, the pursuit of chaos, in this moment.

The reason why Leng Yi did not interfere with Lovecraft's connection with the abyss was mainly related to the situation in the heavenly realm, after Hell was destroyed by the Cannumi Stone, the heavenly realm was once again equated with the divine realm, and some gods seemed to want to use the "Apocalypse War" to make a big news in both the Southern Frontier Continent and the Divine Realm.

At present, it's just a few small vests doing small moves, Leng Yi will not drop the price to figure out the mastermind behind the scenes and their real purpose, Leng Yi is past the age of not following his own gods at the conference of the gods, so there is no need to figure out their plan, Leng Yi needs to attack, Lovecraft is the knife of Leng Yi's attack.

In the final analysis, Leng Yi believes that now the Divine Realm has begun to engage in nonsense again, all because those gods are too idle, the life in the Heavenly Realm is too comfortable, and the "Apocalypse War" is not big enough to stimulate some gods, so as long as they are allowed to move, they will not think about those things that are not yet there.

Lovecraft's death was burned to death, and there was no accident in between, except that Lovecraft's look of contempt until his death made Onzales deeply uneasy.

But his cultivation is so poor, he is already dead, he shouldn't make any more moths, right? Looking at Lovecraft's charred corpse, Onzales could only comfort himself like this, and then suppressed his anxiety in his heart to meet his own great future.