Harry Potter: I Am a Legend - v6 Chapter 29

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Silby Apparated and returned to his hometown, appeared in the capital of Aragon, Gorongosa, his father’s territory, his waist turned into a tattered beggar.

The territory of Aragon is still full of tall towers, but there is no bustling Silby when he came last time. Only half a year passed, but he felt that a lifetime had passed since his time in the manor.

At this moment, the territory of the capital of Aragon is full of murderous and **** atmosphere. Wanted notices are plastered around the walls and alleys, and there are constant priests in black robes carrying paste buckets, and they are pasting wanted notices on the walls. The wanted notices contain varying amounts of rewards, but each notice is under each notice. , All have big slogans-Wizard!

When was the last time Gorongosa was visited, Silby doesn’t remember, but here and Pandora are completely two worlds.

Even if he didn’t say anything, he could perceive the tense, almost maddening duality in the air.

He was standing at the base of the wall looking at the notice, and cheers came from a distance.

Turning to see, it turned out to be a group of young people who raised their hands and cheered. They were about the same age as themselves, maybe a little bigger than themselves. From the perspective of dressing, they should all be the sons of some people at the bottom.

Why are they cheering?

Silby knew the reason soon.

In the middle of the crowd, there are three crusaders riding tall horses. They are wearing solid armor, and the white cloth on their chests and backs are stained with blood. Under the blood stains, the cross pattern can be vaguely seen.

And behind the horse **** of the Crusaders, three people hobbled, a man, a woman, and an old man, their hands tied up, led by the crusaders, and hobbled.

“Let go of me, let me go! I am not a wizard,”

A man who was dragged behind the horse yelled frantically: “Our family has kept ourselves for so many years, why are you doing this to us?”

The soles of his feet rubbed out blood on the ground, the bones of his heels came out, and rows of blood stains were stamped on the ground.

His voice was drowned out by the fanatical people. They threw rotten vegetables, rotten eggs, or animal feces at the three people behind the horse.

The man repeatedly shouted: “God, have mercy on me, Jesus, save me.”

The woman and the old man beside him didn’t say a word, they looked like they had been tortured and became insensitive.

A stream of people passed by Silby’s side, wrapped him around, rolled forward, and finally came to the central square of the city.

There, the execution platform had already been set up. On the execution platform, there were a dozen corpses hung on wooden frames like bacon. All of them had no heads. Some were scorched, and some were swollen with blood dripping down.

“Smash him!”

“Smash the wizard to death!”

“Smash these ogres to death!”

“Smash to death these plague messengers!”

The screaming man was dragged onto the execution ground amidst his feverish shouts.

On the execution platform, burning flames, and a wooden platform stained with blood.

There were two executioners, one priest in a red robe.

An executioner was standing on a high platform with a huge brown wheel on his back. He wears a triangular mask on his face and cannot see his face clearly.

The other executioner stood by the fire, fiddled with the charcoal in the fire with all kinds of tongs, and the tongs were red from the fire.

The man saw this posture and his scared pants were wet. He raised his hand and cried incoherently: “No…no, please, please. I’m not a wizard, I’m not a wizard… .”

At this time, the pastor walked out, holding the Bible, and tapping three points on his forehead and shoulders: “Damira, you have committed cannibalism, murder, theft, and a felony of blasphemy. By Ramiro I Approved, you are hereby sentenced to capital punishment and executed on the spot.”

“I am not a wizard, I am not a wizard!!”

The man named Damira yelled frantically.

“Yes, you are not.”

The priest sternly shouted: “But your wife is, your father-in-law is, and so is your future child!! Containing a wizard, adding one to the crime, execution!”

Looking at his silent wife and father-in-law, the man foamed at the mouth and fainted to death.

But it was useless. A crusader pressed him on the scaffolding platform, and an executioner pulled a burning red iron tongs from the brazier, ripped the flesh from his chest, and sprinkled sulfur on it.

The man woke up from the pain on the spot, and he wailed sharply.

His wailing and desolation stimulated the nerves of the onlookers, and they cheered and shuddered with a hundredfold enthusiasm, as if they had married the victory of a major battle.

They repeated the same words: “Kill the wizard, kill the wizard, kill the wizard…”

The executioner tore the flesh of his limbs again, fixed him on the ground in a big letter, and pressed his head on the execution platform. Then pour molten lead juice, boiling rosin, wax and sulfur on him.

Damiras wailed hard, he kept raising his head and looking at his body. The executioner kept scooping boiling liquid from the pot with a steel spoon and poured it randomly on his body.

Every time he pours, he wailes and says repeatedly: “Forgive me, God, forgive me… God…”

At this time, even the craziest and most fanatical onlookers couldn’t speak well, and Damiro’s punishment was so severe that it was almost unheard of.

In the crowd, some people lowered their heads silently, and some people covered their eyes.

The pastor’s expression remained motionless. He stood in front of Damira who was screaming, holding the Bible, and exhorting loudly: “If there is a hidden wizard, the end will be the same as this person. If there is an illicit wizard, those who provide them with money and food will Do you understand the death penalty for blasphemy?”

The crowd loosened, and under fear, they made a sparse voice, “Ming…understand…”

“understand!?”

The priest shouted sharply, overshadowing Damirda’s scream.

“understand!”

The people raised their heads in a Ji Ling, and answered all the time.

The pastor nodded with satisfaction: “Remember, only the glory of God is the only brightness in the world. Only the church is the most reliable harbor for ordinary people.”

After speaking, he turned around and kissed the victim’s forehead. Then he looked at the tall executioner who was standing by and carrying the wheel, tapped on his forehead and shoulder, and said lightly: “Send him to God.”

The strong crusader took off the heavy and huge wheel behind him, lifted it up high, and smashed it heavily, smashing the man’s seven orifices to bleed in the first blow. He is not dead yet, but his jaw has been bitten off his tongue and his eyes have bulged out, looking terrible.

“Smash him!”

“Smash him!!”

The crowd onlookers once again let out a fanatical cry.

I completely forgot that a second ago, they were still shivering under the priest’s lewd power.

It was another smash, and the man’s head was completely shrunk, and his brain was dripping from the cracked bones and nostrils.

boom! !

With the last smash, the man’s head was completely crushed by the wheels, bones, blood, and brain pulp were scattered everywhere.

In the crowd of mass climax, Silby looked gloomy. He looked at the man who died tragically, and then at the execution stage. The rows of corpses were either hanged, burned to death, or smashed to death. Finally understood why his father had to shut himself in the tower.

Most wizards are neither Salazar Slytherin nor Godric Gryffindor. On the contrary, those who can grow to their level are only rare. Most wizards are very weak and they have no magic inheritance. He had not received much education, and was unable to resist the giants such as the kingdom and the church. After being found to have abnormal abilities, he was killed on the way to growth.

I can live to the present, maybe only with luck can describe it.

After the man’s head was smashed into a **** blood plasma by the wheel, the Crusaders kicked him off the execution platform. The executioner hooked his spine, dangled him, and raised him to the high platform.

Then, the Crusaders stepped forward again, and drove the old man and woman to the execution ground, and the crowd shouted ten times more excited than when they saw the wizard.

If the man was only implicated just now, it was foreplay. Then these two people are the masters and hard dishes.

The woman who had been smashed by the dirt was invisible and was the first to be executed. This time, the pastor didn’t even bother to pronounce the sentence, so he winked at the executioner.

The woman closed her eyes, motionless, and let the crusaders press them on the execution platform.

“heresy!”

Some men similar to Silby screamed blushingly.

“monster!”

Some women even hugged their children and shouted: “Sluts! **Ghosts!”

A buck-toothed man yelled rudely: “The last time I saw with my own eyes, she ate her child in the alley.”

“It is recommended to burn to ashes with fire, otherwise her evil spirits will come to harm people.”

Someone mentioned evil spirits, and their fear immediately increased their irrationality. They viciously cursed the two wizards on the cutting board, probably wanting to vent their fear through words.

Following the previous routine, the executioner first used a brazier to burn the iron tongs, then poured the lead into the brazier, and topped it with pine resin, wax and sulfur.

At this time, there was a sudden violent wind, and heavy rain fell on the sky. The rainstorm came so suddenly that almost everyone could not open their eyes. It was a sunny afternoon just now.

The executioner looked at the sky in confusion. The charcoal fire in the brazier was extinguished in the blink of an eye, making a sizzling sound. What was extinguished at the same time was the enthusiasm of the viewers. They could no longer pay attention to the execution. They all remembered that there might be confiscated quilts at home or dried meat dried outside, and they immediately covered their heads and exclaimed. Ran away.

The priest was extremely angry. He strode to the executed witch, grabbed her hair, and roared: “Is it you? Are you doing a ghost, why is it raining suddenly!?”

The dirt on the woman’s face was washed out by the rain, one after another, she looked at the priest, a trace of astonishment flashed on her numb face.

“Kill her!”

The priest slammed the woman’s hair away, and shouted with rain sprayed from his lips.

The executioner holding the wheel strode forward and raised the blood-stained wheel high.

boom! !

A bolt of lightning with the thickness of an arm fell from the sky, directly smashing the executioner holding the wheel into coke.

The bursting sound accelerated the escape of the crowd of onlookers, and they trembled under the power of nature, panicking.

“Damn, damn!”

The pastor opened the Bible violently, and his lips began to meditate quickly.

After reading it, it seemed that he had gained infinite power, and he had to take the iron tongs in the brazier himself.

But just as soon as he turned his head, a young but cold face appeared in front of him. The owner of that face said: “Remember to ask God why he didn’t save you.”

I haven’t waited for the pastor to think about what this guy is expressing. A heavy fist landed on his forehead, and the fist was shining golden and looked like gold poured out.

boom! !

The forehead was dented by the golden fist.

The last picture that the priest’s brain received was that his eyeballs were squeezed out of his eye sockets, and then his head exploded and he completely lost consciousness.

The strong wind hits.

Silby knew it was the executioner holding the wheel without looking back.

He raised his backhand and said without looking back: “Blood to pieces!”

The wooden wheels were blown to pieces. Even his holder was hit by that blue spell, and the whole person flew out more than 30 meters, slamming heavily on the ground.

The iron triangle hat on his forehead was exploded, like a banana, and there were countless pieces of wood stuck in his chest. He was already dead and couldn’t die anymore.

Silby shook his fist in the torrential rain. The rain washed the blood from his palm. He looked at the last executioner coldly, swallowed his saliva, and ran fast.

Silby didn’t chase him, because he knew that these executioners were just working, and there was no point in killing them.

He knelt down, untied the ropes of the old man and the witch, and said, “What happened?”

After the old man was untied, he did not have the joy of the rest of his life. On the contrary, he cried sadly: “You stupid boy, why are you saving us? Didn’t you see that we are mortal?”

“Why must die?”

Silby asked.

“Where can we escape? Church sites are everywhere, and their eyes are everywhere.”

The old man tore at his hair, “Catch it back is worse than it is now! It was originally the two of us who died, but now one more person will die for no reason. You guy, how dare you touch the mold of the church!?”

As he said, the old man pushed Silby’s back: “Run, run, run, before they catch you, how far they can go.”

“It’s too late.” The woman beside the old man numbly said softly: “They’re here.”

As soon as the voice fell, there was a sound of horseshoes in the distance, and a large number of war horses rushed towards the location of the incident quickly under the rain. On each horse, there was a heavily armed Crusader soldier, with firm eyes, holding guns and shields, and they were about to cut the blasphemous under the horse.

Silby glanced coldly, clutching the shoulders of the two wizards who were about to be tortured, and the apparition disappeared.