(Thanks to the "Yaolan Breaking the Moon Hanging" big guy's alliance and two rudders, almost 8,000 words of update, to make up for yesterday's break)

December 19, 2020, 23:30 p.m.

Cheng Mo activated the carrier and entered Asgard, and at noon he went offline in the rat hole where Anna was hiding, but when he returned twelve hours later, Anna was gone. There was no light in the room, only a beam of moonlight shining from the cramped window on the table, and a faint light covered the spread out Bible, the thick parchment of the Bible was fastened to the table by a copper chain, and there were unfinished food scraps beside it, and two swarthy rats were feasting on red sausages and white bread, greed making them have no fear of the Creator, and they did not realize that there was an additional shadow of death in the square moonlight.

Almost instantly, the two mice looked up at something strange, and the transparent ice edges covered their shiny bodies, and Asgard had two less rats and two more ice sculptures that looked like works of art.

Cheng Mo swept his eyes at the ice sculptures that were clear even the hair, and the presence of rats made him unable to judge how long Anna had been away by the consumption of food. Cheng Mo turned around and bent over, and looked under the bed stuck on the edge of the wall, the bird'beak doctor's coat was still there. Judging from this situation, Anna should not have been captured, but left on her own.

No matter how Anna disappeared, Cheng Mo would not be surprised, he had a plan for this. Cheng Mo squatted down, reached out and dragged out the bird's beak mask and leather coat from under the bed, and after putting them on, Cheng Mo teleported out of the mouse hole.

At noon, Cheng Mo had experimented that after he put on the beak mask and put on the beak coat, Anna could see him, so when he wore the beak suit, he was not the invisible spirit state of the "NPCs" in Asgard, but the visible state, but the appearance was very terrifying.

There was no snow that night, the moon hanging in the sky was like a round of silver flatbread, there was no light pollution in the Middle Ages, the sky was as high as the deep blue sea, and the stars were like shining waves.

While Cheng Mo was walking towards the City Lord's Fort, he issued an order in the group as the deputy leader, asking Du Leng to select twenty students not to join the mission team of the Sunflower Banner, but to immediately enter Christianfeld to assist him in sniping the Star Gate.

It seems that Cheng Mo's order is very nonsensical, because most of the strong combat effectiveness of the Taiji Dragon Asgard Combat Group have already joined the mission team of the Sunflower Banner, and those who have just gone online and have not had time to join are basically all junior students who are not strong. Cheng Mo said that leading a group of junior students to snipe Xingmen, no matter how he thought, he was a little mentally retarded and funny. However, after the morning meeting, no one raised any objections, but there was a tacit understanding that everyone saw it as a tacit joke.

Du Leng, who had been hit by Cheng Mo for a long time, seemed to have accepted the reality that Cheng Mo was stronger than him, and soon took the initiative to send a private message to Cheng Mo, asking Cheng Mo in a flat tone what he should do.

Du Leng's businesslike attitude was within Cheng Mo's expectations, and he didn't pretend to be superior, but said in an ordinary tone: "You now take someone into Christianfield and find the prison where the witches are held." ”

Du Leng immediately responded "Okay", and Cheng Mo said: "In addition, I also noticed an NPC girl who is one meter six tall, slender, blonde, about thirteen or fourteen years old, and looks a little like Miranda Kerr. ”

Obviously, Cheng Mo's strange order surprised Du Leng a little, but he didn't ask why, but just replied with a "yes" after a while.

Du Leng's attitude satisfied Cheng Mo, so he said "keep in touch" and walked through the market on the filthy snow wrapped in garbage, and walked to the vicinity of the city lord's fort. On the back side of the castle is a meandering river, which sparkles black in the moonlight.

Cheng Mo stood in the dark and looked at the river, and then raised his eyes to look at the tall city wall made of huge stones, which was heavily guarded by the main gate, and there was no one guarding the back of the castle that looked like a cliff. For Cheng Mo, such a wide river and a city wall of such height are far from an insurmountable curse. He jumped lightly over the babbling river, grabbed the protruding stones of the high wall, and with a single foot, he flew straight to the second floor of the castle.

In order to protect the medieval castle from robbers and enemies, there were no windows on the lower floors, and it was not possible to see the small windows until at least three floors or more, so the higher the status, the higher the natural residence. Cheng Mo looked up like a gecko on the city wall for a while, and crawled diagonally under the window where the lights were still on. Illuminated was an open thirteenth-century mullioned window at the top of one of the shortest spired towers, and above the castle were clusters of taller and taller minarets, with a narrow arched portico leading to the castle's inner spiral staircase, which Cheng Mo could automatically follow down to the courtyard without looking.

Cheng Mo climbed to the window and listened carefully, and there was an incomprehensible conversation inside, but the sound reached his ears and instantly turned into a subtitle-like annotation.

"Sir, don't you really spend Christmas in the castle? This is the big day when the little lord is baptized....." The old voice and humble tone were nine times out of ten stewards.

"Well, I don't want to leave on such a day if I could. There was a sigh and a rough voice from the city lord of Leohhard.

"Can't you tell the Bishop, it's so unkind to have people out at Christmas!, how can you do this to you, the lord of Christenfield, and you are greater than the king in this city!" said the butler.

"I have to go out on Christmas Day, it's not that Lord Bishop is embarrassing me, I have to lead the army to send 666 witches to Gisfield Abbey before Christmas......" After a pause, Lord Leohard whispered in a somewhat depressed voice, "Actually, going out on Christmas is not so bad, the bad thing is that the church people caught Delome Lifter and said she was a witch..... I can't believe how that poor, kind, beautiful man could be a witch....."

"Isn't it a good thing, sir, to be caught? Isn't it a good time for you to rescue her? The butler said flatteringly.

"I want to, too, but the Delome Lifter has a book on anatomy, how can the Church tolerate such behavior, and tomorrow she will be put on trial in the square, and she will be convicted of heretic in public....."

"This ..... The old butler probably didn't know what to do, and he said in embarrassment after two sounds, "or I will bring the gold to the Bishop now, or we will buy some more indulgences, and perhaps the Bishop will open up." ”

"It's useless, the Bishop is determined to follow the example of the Delome Lifter, and if this is done well, he may be transferred to Amiens (the commercial center of France) as Bishop, which is much more abundant than in a poor country like ours. ”

"Alas.... It can only be said that this is the arrangement of the Creator....."

"It's not entirely out of the question, the Bishop won't follow me to Gisfield Abbey, and maybe I'll be able to get the Delome lifter out on the way. ”

"Master!" shouted the butler anxiously, "don't do this, in case the church finds out, it will be ......."

"I know!Ralph....", said Lord Leohhard dissatisfied, "I'll be careful, besides, except for a dozen monks in the team, the rest are all my people, we have to escort 666 people to Gisfeld Abbey, it's too easy to replace one person in between, even if it's discovered? It's really not okay to pretend that someone saved her, I'm Leohhard of Christianfield....."

"Sir, you must think twice.....! This is no joke....." said the butler in a trembling voice.

"Leave it alone, help me prepare a woman who looks like the one who lifts the Delorn, and when the time comes, ask Aachen to take her and secretly follow the back of the group!"

"Master......" the butler's voice was urgent.

"You'll do it tomorrow. The lord of Leohard interrupted the old butler's dissuasion, and said in a categorical manner, "After the deed is done, I will not treat Aachen badly, and give him the status of a knight." ”

"Sir. Although the butler still had doubts, his voice softened.

"Go to bed. ”

The room fell silent under the sound of rapid and heaving breathing, and after a few moments, the sound of the door closing, followed by the whispering of Lord Leohhard, "Perhaps I should look at the stars from the Sage Jacques..... Prayer is not credible, but astrology is credible, and even a poor man like the Delom Lifter is to be burned...... Why did the Creator unleash such a terrible plague, and why did the godly lamb be punished so severely......"

Lord Leohard was in great confusion, but his hesitant whispering stopped as he paced. It's just that the lord of the castle, who was wearing a cotton coat, keenly felt that the cold wind that had been pouring in from the window disappeared. Also, there was a huge shadow like a bird on his oak table, and its sharp beak was not a human at first glance. Leohard was startled, he subconsciously pulled out the small sword pinned to his waist, turned around and shouted angrily, "Who?"

Cheng Mo, who was standing on the edge of the window, looked down at the stout city lord through the crystal lens, his hands holding the small sword trembled, as if he almost couldn't hold the sword steadily, he looked at Cheng Mo, who was wearing a bird's beak mask wrapped in a shiny black leather cloak, and wanted to look away, but he didn't dare.

At the moment when Leohard opened his mouth to shout, Cheng Mo raised his hand and flicked his fingers, and there were visible ripples in the air, and the city lord suddenly felt like someone had strangled his neck, not only could he not make a sound, but there was also a terrible suffocation that enveloped him.

"Leohard, I admire your courage to show up to meet you, don't do something stupid and force me to grant you death. Cheng Mo imitated a kind of coldness from above, and whispered like a god who had descended into the world.

If it were a modern person, he might laugh if he pretended to be forced like this, but Cheng Mo wouldn't, he was very devoted, and at such a moment, he didn't forget to use his skills to agitate the heavy leather robe, creating a fluttering feeling.

At this moment, Cheng Mo is Gandalf's appearance in his mind, but in Leohard's eyes, Cheng Mo is a vampire, such a photographable evil animal. He wanted to make a sound, but he couldn't make any sound, his eyes were round, and the irresistible shadow of death was getting closer.

Cheng Mo saw that Leohard seemed to have reached the limit, and pretended to wave his hand, strangled Leohard's invisible hand and disappeared without a trace, "clang" The small sword in Leohard's hand smashed on the ground, and Leohard's face was flushed, and he also knelt down, holding the cold floor with both hands, panting heavily.

The incredible strength and the strange shape of Cheng Mo made Leohard completely lose the courage to resist, and after his breathing calmed down a little, he suppressed his horror and asked in a trembling voice: "Your Excellency.... Be..... Who?"

"I am the archangel Michael....." Cheng Mo said coldly, scaring a medieval turtle city lord, pretending to be a god is the most effective choice, not to mention that in the land of ruins, he can indeed be called a god.

Leohard crawled on the floor and said in horror, "Michael,..... Forgive me for my disrespect to the Creator, and I sincerely repent to you..... Michael, I beg you to spare me, and I promise you whatever sacrifice you need. ”

Leohard's words were a little incoherent, but Cheng Mo didn't mind, he whispered: "The Creator has always been tolerant of the lost Lamb, and you have been deceived by the Church. I came to represent the Creator's anger at the Church's stealing of power, and the plague was only a small punishment, but I didn't expect the Church to dare to hold a ritual to summon demons. After a pause, Cheng Mo said in a deep voice, "Leohard, as the knight of the Lord, you have to stop this from happening. ”

"I'm just a little city lord, and the crusaders are under the command of the church, I'm ..... I..... Limited ability....." Leohard didn't dare to raise his head, it was really like a lamb shivering in the cold wind, it was obvious that he didn't believe that Cheng Mo, who was in the shape of a demon, could be the archangel Michael.

Cheng Mo didn't mean to make Leohhard believe it, he said coldly: "You don't have a choice, if you dare not obey my orders, I will send down divine punishment and let your whole family be cursed by the plague for eternity." After a pause, Cheng Mo lowered his tone again, "Of course, if you are loyal and brave, you will get everything you want......"

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After intimidating the city lord of Leohard, Cheng Mo used teleportation to disappear into the study of the city lord, as if he had never been here, and returned to the town from the castle, Cheng Mo asked Du Leng if he had found the location of the prison, he did not directly ask where Leohard prison was, naturally because how could the god still have something to ask mortals.

Soon Du Leng sent a coordinate to Cheng Mo, saying that it was probably in this area. Cheng Mo immediately sneaked into the darkness and rushed towards the other end of the town, he didn't dare to lift Zhang Yang and attract the attention of the other Chosen One, so he could only cautiously shuttle through the streets and alleys, and when he was about to reach the coordinate position, Du Leng had already found the exact point of the prison.

Cheng Mo found a place to hide the mask and coat of the Birdbeak Doctor, and went straight to the prison, and when they arrived at the prison, Cheng Mo did not ask Du Leng and them to go in together, but asked them to continue to look for Anna, in fact, finding Anna is not so important, but Cheng Mo must arrange something for these new students to do, so that they are always in a state of tension.

Cheng Mo entered the prison alone, the entrance of the prison was a spacious stone hall, the hall was arranged like a courtroom, a requisition in a gray squirrel fur was sitting on the high platform of the hall, under the high platform was a huge scale, on one side of the scale was a copy of "The Hammer of the Witch", a disheveled woman wearing shackles and shackles, came out of the arch next to it, and was pushed up the scale by the impatient jailer in turn, when the "Hammer of the Witch" was placed When the head is raised high, the Inquisition, sitting on the high platform, will say in a loud voice: "Guilty!"

"My lord, I'm not a witch!" cried the woman who had been ripped off the scales by the jailer.

The magistrate glanced at the woman and said lightly, "Do you have any objections to my verdict?"

The woman knelt down and pleaded in a low voice, "My lord, I am really not a witch, I am just a poor widow, my husband was a seaman, and he died on the way back, all this my neighbors can testify..... I also have a five-year-old child....." Speaking of the child, the woman cried, "My child is still alone in the room, I don't know if there is a kind person to give him something to eat...... I beg you to ......."

"Don't use words to fool a magistrate. The magistrate showed no mercy to the woman's plea, and turned to the jailer beside him and said, "Since you have not pleaded guilty, let me be punished!"

A fat, tall jailer replied, "Yes, sir," and picked up a vice-like tool, which he kicked the woman to the ground like a brute, and then stepped on the woman's back, and grabbed the thumb of her hand, which was tied behind her back. The jailer's expression was not hideous, it can be said that there was almost no expression on his face full of horizontal meat, just like the daily slaughter of a pig and tightening the screws above the tool, so the splint holding the woman's thumb gradually clamped, and the woman began to scream in pain, she wanted to struggle, but was trampled by the jailer, and could only keep writhing at the jailer's feet, like a huge shrimp.

Cheng Mo watched everything happen like a ghost, he couldn't help but clench his fists, the sound of splint crushing nails was like a burr piercing the soft flesh of his heart, although it was not painful, but it was unusually uncomfortable, the woman's body was spasming, large and large dirty beads of sweat flowed down from the woman's wet sideburns, falling on the gray stone floor, weak and dry howl, like the harsh sound of a cat scratching glass, penetrating the entire hall.

The sound was like a spear, running from the Heavenly Spirit Gai all the way through Cheng Mo's body, nailing him to the spot.

However, for such a human tragedy, the magistrate sitting on the high platform was only impatient, he frowned and said: "Don't waste time, there are still so many people to interrogate, hurry up." ”

"Yes, sir....." The jailer, who was also sweating profusely, tightened the screws fiercely, and the woman's fingers began to spurt blood, blood splattered everywhere, on the floor, on the jailer's clothes, and on the woman's own body, she finally fainted in pain, but the blissful dizziness was too short, and someone on the side immediately woke her up with cold water.

"Do you plead guilty?" asked the judge.

"My lord, I'm really not a witch....." The woman raised her face as white as paper, her voice was weak, she kept shaking, and she didn't know if her trembling was because of pain or cold.

"It seems that your punishment is not enough. The inquisitor said coldly, and he raised his hand to the neatly arranged torture instruments on one side of the hall, including nail chairs, ladders, torture racks, ice buckets, red-hot soldering irons, and iron Spanish boots..... "If you don't confess, there are more powerful tests waiting for you." ”

Cheng Mo had seen Spanish boots when he visited the History Museum, and he remembered that there were explanations and prints in the glass case where the Spanish boots were displayed, and this kind of torture device used a boot-shaped clamp to clamp the feet of a prisoner, gradually tighten the screws, and compress the feet, causing calf and ankle fractures. If the inmate stubbornly refuses to admit his guilt, he will hammer a wooden wedge into the clamp to create more intense pain. Under this kind of punishment, even if you are lucky enough to survive in the end, your legs will be crippled for life.

"O Creator, help me!" the woman was crying hoarsely, Cheng Mo was in a trance, he looked down at the innocent woman, the jailer clamped the thumb of the woman's left hand again, and the terrible scream resounded throughout the hall again. He couldn't bear to look any further, turned and walked towards the archway, and the voice of a woman confessing her guilt came from behind him.

"Next .....," the magistrate cried, and another woman in the arch was pushed up the scales, and she was placed on a weight she could never have carried.

Cheng Mo saw a large group of ragged women lined up in the corridor behind the archway, all crying, and the slightest cry louder would usher in the jailer's whip, or immediately be punched and kicked, often aimed at their faces. There were also those who deliberately wanted to have fun, the jailers pretended to be angry and shouted a series of orders, they stripped them naked in the cold winter moon, let them be naked for examination, and low sobs echoed in the corridor, tears almost drowning Cheng Mo.

Cheng Mo seems to have entered hell, even hell is nothing more than that, and the concentration camps during World War II are merciful in comparison. He had always known the cruelty of human beings, but he still shivered when he saw what was happening in the prison. Cheng Mo felt that he had really become a ghost, and he walked silently past the women in the line, trying to find Mrs. Delåm, but the cold knowledge in his head jumped out.

According to reliable records, at least 300,000 people were burned at the stake throughout Europa from the late fifteenth century to the early eighteenth century (some estimate as many as millions).

Compared to the Black Death, this massacre was the real darkness of the Dark Middle Ages, with thick black smoke rising from the fires of the burning witches and rising into the sky of Europa, obscuring the sky for hundreds of years. The 666 people here at the moment are only a small fraction of them, and the mere thought of this scene makes people shudder.

The reasons for this massacre are complex, the main one being that the Church shifted the conflict between the ruling class and the lower classes to the women in order to maintain its domination over the continent. And the reason why women are slaughtered is only because women are a vulnerable group......

This practice of shifting the contradictions has lasted for nearly a thousand years, and even today, you can still see such a scene, just like the politicians in some countries who advertise who took your jobs, but do not mention the exploitation of the people at the bottom by the capitalists.

Cheng Mo realized that the historians were right, that barbarism and political atrocities were epidemics in human affairs, and that no era was immune. From time immemorial to the extinction of our own kind, to the colonial pogroms of the 19th and 20th centuries, and the consequent reckless destruction of natural and animal resources, it is a brutal reality.

We think that civilization can change the evil in the hearts of human beings, but we find that barbarism and violence are wrapped in another shape by civilization and presented to the scene of the times.

The massacre of the Jews and the Chinese was not a complete end, and while reflecting on it, humanity brandished a butcher's knife and expelled the darkness to the deserts of the Middle East, to the Amazon Valley, and to the forests of Africa. The mourning of the victims is cut off from the mainstream media, and atrocities of abuse rage in the streets separated by walls from theaters and museums.

In fact, we are all products of the Holocaust era.

During the day we sit in cubicles, sit in classrooms, go to work and study. We listen to music, the magnificent symphony or the beautiful pop, we read books, we read the great "War and Peace" or the contrived "Little Times", whatever it is, we think we are civilized people.

However, on the Internet, we can wave the keyboard without hesitation and launch a massacre of dissidents, a massacre of ideas.

Who cares that there are still a billion people in this world who live in a situation where they cannot afford to have enough food and clothing? Who cares about those who live in war, in slums, at the bottom of the pyramid, and who can't even get online?

The weak don't deserve attention.

They were crushed to the bottom of the heavy pyramid.

Cheng Mo walked through the long corridor, he saw countless dull, sad and frightened eyes, and he kept telling himself that all this was an illusion, that he was just walking in a long and endless movie.

However, Cheng Mo knew that the words of self-consolation were only pretentious, and he continued to walk forward, looking for Madame Delåm, who could not wait to know why he should have witnessed this.

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By the time Cheng Mo found Mrs. Delome, it was early in the morning, and she was alone in a water cell in the basement, where there was nothing but swarthy waist-high dirty water, and Mrs. Delåm was chained to a cell like a dog. He immediately teleported out of the prison, wearing the coat and mask of Dr. Birdbeak and teleporting back to the prison dungeon again.

Mrs. Delome, leaning against the wall with her eyes closed, raised her head and looked in the direction of Cheng Mo, silently staring at Cheng Mo's dark shadow under the torch. Obviously, Ms. Delholm was not surprised by the sudden appearance of the bird-beaked doctor, and watched Cheng Mo walk to the wooden fence with a calm face.

Cheng Mo looked at Mrs. Delome, who was a little sluggish, although she was not in a good state, it was obvious that she had not suffered inhuman abuse. Ms. Delåm was quite handsome, and maintained a certain elegance even in her cell, and her hair was not disheveled, nor did the water wet her long golden ears of wheat, so that the rusty iron ring around her neck was not a confinement but a decoration.

Seeing that Ms. Delorme's gaze followed his footsteps to the fence, Cheng Mo opened his mouth and said in French, "Ms. Delorme, do you know what I am here for?"

Ms. Delome didn't panic, she didn't have a scared expression, and she didn't prostrate on the ground begging Cheng Mo for forgiveness or redemption, she just changed her posture, stared at Cheng Mo who was standing outside the fence and whispered, "Lord Inquisitor, I know that you came to take the Book of Wisdom and how to read it......"

"How do you know I'm the Inquisitor?"

"This Judge's Coat, which I have made according to the method in the Book of Wisdom, I have received a revelation from God that one day there will be a real Judge who will wear it and talk to me. ”

"How do I get the Book of Wisdom and how do I read it. ”

"The Book of Wisdom must be in your hands, and the way to read it is to have a 'Singer's Horn'......"

Cheng Mo was about to ask how he should get the "Singer's Horn", when he heard heavy footsteps from the side of the dungeon gate, Cheng Mo immediately teleported to the roof, and immediately he heard a rough voice coming from the dungeon: "Witch Delorme, come out! Let me open your shackles, the angels have caught 666 witches, and you will be judged!" Congratulations, the Bishop will personally preside over the judgment ceremony for you!"

"How do I get the Book of Wisdom and how do I read it. ”

"The Book of Wisdom must be in your hands, and the way to read it is to have a 'Singer's Horn'......"

Cheng Mo was about to ask how he should get the "Singer's Horn", when he heard heavy footsteps from the side of the dungeon gate, Cheng Mo immediately teleported to the roof, and immediately he heard a rough voice coming from the dungeon: "Witch Delorme, come out! Let me open your shackles, the angels have caught 666 witches, and you will be judged!" Congratulations, the Bishop will personally preside over the judgment ceremony for you!"