Isabella hurried onto the execution table and grabbed the chains in the guard's hands: "Enough, let go! Don't you even understand the most basic reverence for life?"

The firm voice and angry eyes made the guard shudder, and he involuntarily let go of his hand. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Isabella's pure white headscarf and crimson priest's dress tempered the noise of the nearby stands.

Isabella hugged Carol: "I'm sorry, I can't treat you!"

Carol looked at the broken shackles on her hands, and the corners of her mouth twitched, counting it as a smile.

Isabella apologized with tears: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I can't do anything, I can't do anything, I can't do it!"

Carol's lips twitched slightly.

Isabella jerked up her right hand!

A loud voice from the top of the tower spread through the amplified magic circle to every corner of the arena: "Quiet! Quiet! Heretics have something to say!"

Isabella put her ear to Carol's mouth and listened to the low, staccato discontinuous syllables, and her tears flowed again.

The guard flatteringly brought the intercom to him.

Isabella stated clearly, word for word: "I am not a heretic. ”

The audience was in an uproar, and curses and curses rang out throughout the stadium! Another round of debris rain fell in the stands.

Carol leaned on Isabella and gasped for a moment, as if she had regained some strength and wanted to stand up, but Isabella stubbornly held her and let her lean on herself, and just like that, she supported her and walked to the guillotine not far away.

There was a crisp snap, and a crystal cup fell to the floor, shattered to pieces.

In the room at the top of the Tower of Ponsar, everyone looked at Jinkora in amazement.

"I'm sorry," the little fat man laughed, "I accidentally broke the cup." ”

Richard Manon laughed, "Why, it's so fascinating to watch? No wonder it's a rare experience to watch so many crazy people perform at one time." ”

"I'm sorry," the little fat man apologized for the second time, "I'm not feeling well." ”

Everyone, including George, was a little surprised.

The little fat man straightened his waist and said, "I like to look at beautiful women, and I prefer to look at beautiful women who don't wear clothes, but now, she is not beautiful at all." And it makes me feel - disgusting, sorry I used that word, yes, disgusting. I'm going to go first, everyone, a reminder, when the execution is over, there will be a lot of people, and it will take a lot of trouble to go out. Let me quit. ”

As he spoke, he bowed deeply to the crowd and left without looking back.

Richard Manon laughed, waited for him to leave, and turned to the people around him: "Defeated dogs have no guts, don't you say?"

Tuckers hummed softly, "Still, let's hurry, it's not a short time." I also felt a little uncomfortable asking him to say that. Look, when I'm beheaded, I'll go—there's still a mess of business on my hands." ”

Christian looked at Hikstu flatteringly: "What do you say, Lord Holy Envoy?"

Hikstu made a "quiet" gesture unceremoniously and looked at George.

George continued to smile calmly, and Hickstu was at a stalemate.

Under the tower, the mountains roared like a tsunami, and the waves were higher and higher.

Finally, Hikstu smiled self-deprecatingly, "Well, so be it, there is no need to show the head, and there is no need to perform a purification ceremony. The people are a little too fanatical, don't make any trouble. ”

By this time, Isabella was already in tears. The scarred girl could no longer lift her head, almost all the weight was on her, and Isabella could feel that the girl's life was speeding away from her.

A voice shouted in her ear: It's too late, it's too late, pray quickly!

However, she clearly saw that the corners of the girl's mouth were twitching, and she had something to say!

Isabella raised her right hand a second time, this time without the tower to maintain order, and the audience quickly fell silent.

She put her ear to the girl's mouth, and listened to the almost inaudible, staccato sound, which she listened so attentively that she did not miss a syllable.

After the girl's words were finished, Isabella calmed down a little, grabbed the intercom with one hand, and said the girl's original words loudly:

"History will acquit me!"

The audience was in an uproar, and even more vicious curses and roars rang out at the same time, and for a moment, Isabella almost felt like she was in hell!

This deep despair, this heart-wrenching coldness!

Duck's yelling came from the ear hole: "Let her die, let her die!"

At the same time, Royce also yelled in unison: "Let her die, let her die!"

As soon as Isabella came back to her senses, a sharp pale green light burst through the sky!

Bow and arrow? No, no, such a straight trajectory, it's a crossbow arrow! Is the target this girl?

Strange, why is the bolt getting faster? It's getting shorter! Its tail is melting!

It's closer! Isabella could already hear the whirring of arrows!

Strange, isn't this the sound of a sharp object breaking through the air, and the arrow being pushed out of shape by the air?

It's too late to open the shield!But, isn't it, should this devastated girl say goodbye to her pain sooner?

Isabella's hand was raised and lowered.

There was a thud and blood splattered!

Isabella watched dumbfoundedly as the green teardrop-shaped arrow easily tore open the girl's chest and plunged headlong into it.

The huge impact shook the girl's body, and Isabella was almost unsteady on her feet.

A large mouthful of jet-black blood erupted from the girl's mouth and sprinkled Isabella all over.

The girl finally fell, her eyes peacefully closed, away from all strife and pain, she kept her body intact and collapsed less than ten paces from the guillotine.

The audience was in an uproar!

Someone straightened his voice and shouted: "The witch has an accomplice, an accomplice!"

There was also a sharp-eyed shout: "Southeast Gate, in the Southeast Gate, I saw it, I saw it!"

Everyone's eyes were on the southeast gate.

Dark, dressed in a black police uniform, stood coldly in everyone's lightning-like sight, like a mountain.

He held the Morning Star of the Prison Eye in one hand and the Order of the Fortress of the Two Shields in the other, and shouted: "The heresy has been subdued, everyone, back off!"

"The Hammer King!" is the Hammer King of the Twin Shield Fortress!"

"Backwards, backwards, being hit is not a joke!"

"Look at his feet, is that man an accomplice of the witch?"

"It must be, it must have been taken down by the Hammer King!

The tide of people came in and retreated like a falling tide, and Duck remained standstill, but if you looked closer, you would find that his whole body was trembling slightly.

Just now, Barrel shot Carroll, and then, with the green knife he carried with him, he stabbed himself in the chest.

Dark's ears still echoed over and over again Barrel's chatter a minute earlier:

"Officer, you're in big trouble. The witch's accomplices were not caught, and they talked to him for a long time. ”

"Don't be stupid, you can take down so many people?"

"I'm martyrdom, don't be embarrassed for me. ”

"Damn, I just killed someone, is it okay to commit suicide in fear of sin?"

"I'm worth it in my life, I have people who love me, I have slaughtered a living corpse, and I have been an apostle once, it's worth it, there's nothing I can't let go. ”

"So many people are around, let's see you in heaven! Oh yes, remember to say, you killed me! Don't push! Boy, I'm optimistic about you!"

Barrel's body fell to the ground, red blood streaming from Duck's boots.

Darkk watched as the countless people waved their hands excitedly at him, saluting and cheering to him, thanking the hero who had saved the Fortress of the Two Shields for another meritorious service and suppression of the heretics who had plotted against him.

Under the execution table, Royce clenched his fists, his nails piercing into the flesh, blood flowing.

In front of the guillotine, Isabella clung to the body of the girl who was gradually losing her body temperature, and tears welled up.

On the Ponza Tower, Riley hid in the stairwell, crying bitterly.