The people walked out of the bronze gates of the Inquisition—they had never been to the deadly building before, but when they breathed in the air without the smell of fish, they recognized it as St. Louisette's Square—because a huge guillotine stood before them. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Behind the guillotine made of pine planks stands a statue of the true god Osiris, and next to it is a charred statue of a saint, as if weeping with his eyes down.

So they had to believe that the terrible fountain of blood, the skull sling, was not an illusion - it really existed in the Inquisition!

They could not use logic to resolve the horror, so they could only cry and wait for someone to save them.

However, there was no priesthood to answer, and no templar guards to restrain them. Their cries burst from their hearts and lungs, of their relatives who had died in front of the church a few days earlier without shelter, of their helplessness in the aftermath of the disaster, of the days when they went to worship hungry and hungry, of their fellow villagers who had been killed for infidels......

However, no answer was found.

"I, Lord of Paliva, heir of the House of Larson, swear that from this day forth I will no longer worship the true god Osiris. I will join the "Apocrypha" and always follow the Heart of the Source. ”

Carter knelt on one knee with his back to the guillotine, and the white-haired old man draped him in a black cloak embroidered with a black ram's horn skull.

And the beautiful courtier walked in front of the new lord.

Surprisingly, Catalason buried his fist in his chest and saluted the white-robed young man.

"Odin Diggs was my mentor – he made me feel the flow of the power of the Source and know the truth of the Source of the World. He will teach us how to overcome the enemy in the storm that is coming. ”

Odin walked slowly to the guillotine, pointed to the iron gate above, and said, "This is where your people died. ”

Then he stepped down from the pine frame, pointed to the ground, and said, "This is where the blood of your people flows." ”

Then he walked up to the icon and stood at the foot of the statue of Osiris.

The sun just fell on him, and his whole body shone with a strange light, and the contrast between the gold lines of the white robe and the black eyes and black hair made his perfect facial features stand out - almost like a painting painted with yellow oil paint.

"A few days ago, you threw your own flames at these sculptures. ”

"You should believe in your eyes, in your hands, in the facts you have experienced – they are not miracles, they are dead things. ”

"When the Templars killed the innocents who asked for help, they will treat you as enemies and mercilessly extinguish your fragile flame of life as their sacrifice. ”

Odin said slowly, as if the whole person had melted into the daylight, and his voice was full of strange magic.

"Free from these old bondage, your will will be heard, you will have power in your hands, you will not fear the plundering of wealth, you will be free!"

Odin raised his voice.

"I will show you with your own eyes that there are no gods in this world, and that there is nothing eternal and unchanging, only the source of the world. ”

A flame rose from Odin's hand - brighter than the previous scarlet, bright yellow with a dazzling white light, the air around him whistled due to the high temperature, his white robe was rolled up, the smooth satin reflected the yellow-white light, it looked like the whole person was shrouded in a dazzling light!

Flames scurried up the face of the god Osiris, the tongue of flames **** white face, and the marble gradually appeared black burns. The perfect human face gradually became hideous—the eyes of mercy turned blackened, and the mouth cracked a gap, as if it were shedding tears.

The gold-plated and color-plated paint on his body began to melt and turn into a stream of heat, making a sound similar to water droplets falling into an iron pot in the orange-white flames, and red, green, and golden oil droplets were mixed together and filthy.

And the outstretched hands and plump white wings turned into two bright golden masses, as if they were about to pierce the sun in the sky.

"Poor and pitiful!" said some of them, and the smoke in the air choked their tears.

People sit on their knees with weak knees, inexplicably sad in their hearts, but they are sad for some reason.

"Poor and pitiful!" cried the people.

Then the merciful face, in the orange-white flames, fell down from the high heavens to the people—and the people fled in terror as they watched Him weeping and facing the earth.

Just before it fell to the ground, the giant statue made a very piercing popping sound from head to toe - it exploded in flames, shattered into powder, and not even half of the intact remains remained, and the dust spread rapidly with the air, turning into a white mist, turning the twilight sun into a white paste.

Odin stood on the empty ground, beside him a lingering mist, surrounded by a strong stench—the smell of plaster bursting.

He pointed to the fog and said, "Look, this is your idol! Now it's powder! It's just dead, it's nothing!"

Seeing all this, people continued to cry: "Poor and pitiful!"

Odin pointed to the burning stick on the ground and said, "Pick them up and burn all the dead things that bind you! Look at the scorch marks on them! These are the traces of your brave deeds, don't you have the courage now?!"

The scene of the explosion of the god Osiris is deeply embedded in the sea of people's spirits, some people feel that the end is coming, and some people are excited but their nerves are ignited.

Yes—those saints, they have destroyed!

Destruction and destruction, toppling the high gods, can bring pleasure like poison!

Led by the mob in Deep Valley City, the people picked up the burning sticks and rushed forward!

The action was much more intense than in previous days - they knocked down the base!

The white sculpture is broken into several pieces!

Some have broken waists, some have broken legs, some have broken arms, some have broken heads!

That compassionate appearance was pasted with charcoal ashes, and it was ugly!

People picked up the severed arms and smashed them to pieces!

"Burn!" someone shouted.

More people rushed up to the place, and when the fire stick did not ignite the plaster, they poured oil!

"Burn!"

Tongues of fire rise from the ground, writhing like snakes! Like the petals of a dahlias, blooming in all directions! Under the base of the tongue is oxidized blackened gypsum, as if fire grows out of a tuber!

From dusk to the rising moon, these flames were not extinguished, and everyone gathered in St. Louisette to shout loudly.

They have forgotten the terrible pool of blood, they have forgotten the corpses, they have forgotten death, they have forgotten the Templars, they have forgotten the Inquisitors, they have forgotten the lords, they know only destruction, destruction, and overthrow!

Odin unleashed the devil in their hearts!

The initiator stood by the guillotine, waved his robes and shouted: "Burn this evil torture table, people of Pariwa, and your heads will never fall here again!"

So someone climbed the stairs and lowered the rope.

With a loud bang, the knife gate fell and fell on the pine board!

People saw a thick layer of blood on it!

"Burn!" the people shouted.

So the pillar of fire climbed from the dead end of the guillotine, from the beginning of the two moons to the white moon, and only then did it crawl the entire huge torture frame.

From the darkness of the night, it looked like a large, yellow-red monster standing on St. Louisette, its mane swaying in the wind and sweeping into the sky, its black figure looming in the swollen hair, and the wind around it whirled around it!

"Burn!"

Dazzling flames splashed throughout the night in the city of Pariva, the city was sleepless, and the light of the black moon was especially bright tonight.

The new lord, Catalalson, knelt on one knee on the edge of St. Louisette, and his heart became as cold as black iron.

The fake "renegades" of Deep Valley City drank tequila and joined in the carnival - they could imagine how much silver they would receive this time, maybe enough to be happy for a lifetime.

The true "Apocrypha" was dressed in gray robes, staring at the burning fire, and Bason Wanda whispered: "Maybe we are wrong, there really is a devil in this world - there is one standing in front of us, and his name is Odin Diggs. ”

"I, the one who fights against God,

Called "The Apocrypha",

Waiting for the fire of disillusionment,

Follow the King of Scorpions. ”

Behind him the Maipu people followed the song.

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I always feel that the handling of this chapter is a bit risky~ There is a squeak of the child who is not suitable~ By the way, ask for tickets and collections~ Let's Odin rise up!