Chapter 871

January 1, 1073, the first day of the new year.

In the northern part of SEGS, maniyah Highlands, where the eternal holy city maniyah is located, also ushered in the first snow in winter.

The sky is gray, goose like snowflakes are falling, overcast and cold.

However, today's maniyah city is particularly noisy.

The most central part of the city, holy square.

With an area of more than 2 million square meters, this huge square, located at the intersection of the eternal sanctuary, the Imperial Palace and the grey Castle parliament building, has long been covered by people.

In the center of the square, a huge platform has been set up.

The platform is divided into three areas, with seats and gorgeous umbrellas, and even a magic array for adjusting temperature.

This is where the clergy of the church and the rulers of the Empire are.

In the center of the three regions is the holy seat of the eternal Pope, which symbolizes that theocracy is higher than kingship.

On the right is the royal family, sitting next to the Empire's successor, 14-year-old Princess Theresa, and other royal families, including some of the former royal families that once elected the emperor.

The Minister of Regency, bishop winster, was also among them.

Before becoming a friar, the manor bishop was also a member of the current Royal tres family.

On the left side, there are the Duke of Clarence, the elector and speaker of the aristocracy, as well as other aristocrats and archbishops who participated in the operation of the Empire center.

These people are the most powerful people in the whole holy maniyah Empire, and they are also the most powerful people in the whole continent.

Benedict II, the current Pope of the eternal church, is a kind old man.

His hair and beard were white, his back was bent, and his magnificent and solemn robe made him look holy and dignified.

He was very old, and the rickety figure under the broad robe gave the illusion that he would fall with the wind at any time.

However, no one dares to underestimate this seemingly weak Pope.

Although he is nearly 300 years old and close to the limit of the legendary life of mankind, as the divine guardian of the true God, a strong man who can summon divine power and perform divine power, even a demigod will respect him a little.

At the same time, Benedict II is also the longest serving Pope in the history of the eternal church. Today, it is his 83rd year in charge of the Holy See.

Under the platform, the citizens curiously looked at the dignitaries above.

Although these archbishops and nobles, who ruled the church and Empire, were well-known for a long time, it was the first time for most ordinary people to see them with their own eyes.

Especially under the Pope's crown, which appears only when holding a huge celebration, and Princess Theresa, who was formally established as the heir of the Empire not long ago.

The girl, who is just 14 years old and has blond hair and blue eyes, is as noble and beautiful as any other noble girl. It can be seen that she will be a beautiful woman again when she grows up.

She sat there quietly, her big shining eyes looking around excitedly, innocent and clear, as if quite curious about the big scene.

However, when her eyes touched the solemn eyes of the Minister of Regency, bishop winster, and the gentle smile of the speaker opposite, she soon sat up again, giving a feeling of obedience and counseling.

But even so, her eyes still could not help turning around quietly, especially in front of the high platform, the standing long scaffold with thorns and barbs.

Her large, clear black and white eyes were full of novelty, like a piece of white paper that had never been rendered dirty.

On the side of the scaffold stood several trial knights in black robes, each with a strong breath, far beyond the ordinary golden professionals, which made people dare not look directly at him.

On the periphery of the scaffold, the armed soldiers had already taken strict precautions against the handlebars. They were all the elite among the elite, completely isolating the onlookers from the outside.

When demacia mixed into the crowd and came to the square, he saw this scene.

"Big brother dema, you really don't have to make a scene in the square to save John the God's dependents?"

Next to him, another hooded player asked in a low voice.

As early as a few days ago, the eternal church released the news of the trial of old John. For the players who have been paying attention to the trend of the mainland, the news also spread all over the service for the first time.

How dare the eternal church judge its own dependents?

This naturally aroused the players' collective sense of honor and anger.

Although it's far away, a considerable number of senior players gathered and contacted the underground forces of Life Church in maniyah to discuss the feasibility of rescue.

Demacia, the most powerful, who once entered the prison of dorolia castle and recorded the preaching story of old John, naturally became the leader.

However, after listening to his companion's words, demacia shook her head slightly and sighed

"Rescue what? How to rescue? There are so many golden professionals and legends. Maybe there are demigod angels behind the scenes. We are the crooked melons and rotten dates

"But don't you have a death penalty, big brother dedma?"

"But there is only one punishment..."

"What shall we do?"

"Salad! Take a good look and do as I said before! "

"No? Isn't that to sit and watch John burn to death? "

The player that talks with demacia frowns slightly, seem quite displeased.

But demacia was silent for a moment and sighed

"That's what he meant..."

The player is silent.

He knew who demacia called "he.".

"Even if... Even if the price is death?"

He couldn't help saying.

"Yes, even death... There's always something higher than life."

Demacia said with emotion.

After hearing this, the player who spoke with him opened his mouth and looked at the well-known big man in the whole service.

As if noticing the strange look of her companion, demacia turned back, with a black line on her face

"No, what's your expression?"

"Er... Nothing. I just didn't expect you to say something like this... I always think, I always think you're very, um... Unrestrained."

The player scratched his head.

Demacia

"What kind of ghost is bold and unrestrained?"

"Er... Be independent and dare to take risks? Or... There are always some high-end operations? "

Demacia

You can just say I love to die.

He make complaints about himself.

Demacia is very clear about his character, and he also knows what his companions say. He is really a jumping man, who loves adventure and death.

Although the game has been playing for so long, he still regards it as a game more than those players who have already treated it as another human being.

But even if he is like this, he will be touched

Remembering what old John said and did in prison, demacia's eyes grew solemn.

He has never admired any NPC in Elven kingdom.

But now, maybe.

Although, even now, with his own heart, he still feels that old John's choice of dedication is a huge loss to the Church of life

With a slight sigh, demacia looked around the square again.

His eyes swept over the richly dressed and noble archbishops and nobles on the stage, over the fierce and armed guards under the stage, and finally stopped at a large number of civilians gathered in the square, with their faces full of dishes, simple clothes, even patches and even rags

The same square, but the stage, but like two worlds.

However, even the civilians gathered in the square have a good life in maniyah.

As the whole empire, one of the most prosperous cities in the human kingdom, their living conditions in the whole continent of human society is absolutely the upper class.

Those peasants who live in the countryside, those who live in the slums, do not even have the qualification to stand here and watch.

At this moment, demacia really felt the tearing of human society in the SEGS world

"The existence of extraordinary power accelerates the solidification of society, and the rapid rise of magic not only does not destroy this solidification, but also strengthens contradictions and increases more contradictions, making the unstable society even more unstable."

"Human society is dead, the world... Needs a new force to inject vigor and vitality!"

Unconsciously, demacia thought of the two words that he heard old John say in prison.

If the player said these words, he was not surprised, but changed to NPC, changed to a person who only accepted the doctrine of life for less than a year, it really made people feel shocked and respected.

Demacia thought wildly until the harsh bell came from the high platform. The black bishop with a cold face came to the platform and announced that he would bring up the heretics who blasphemed the gods and destroyed the order of the Empire.

Gradually, there was a commotion among the crowd in the distance. The legendary sword Saint sward, who was attached to the Empire, led a team of armed guards and escorted a straight figure up.

The figure, no one else, was old John.

Demacia's face changed slightly at the sight of old John.

No other.

At this moment, old John was stripped of all his clothes, naked and bound by the forbidden magic shackles, only leaving the last trace of dignity.

And the bloodstain, which has not yet faded, tells what kind of torment this divine relative had suffered before he was brought here.

A prisoner with the same incarcerated power can't hurt him, but it's not the same if it's a knight or a priest in the courthouse.

But even so, old John still held his head high and his eyes were clear and bright.

Like a pine that will never fall.

The crowd of onlookers began to stir.

I don't know who took the lead. Suddenly, a stone hit old John in the face.

There was laughter.

Then, the second, the third

It's not just the stones, some domestic garbage, some common filth in the city, gradually like raindrops, thrown out by the people on both sides, and constantly smashed at the escorted protagonist.

Vaguely, people's curses can also be heard:

"Bah! Evil believers in disorder and disorder

"Blasphemers! Die

"Hit him! Hit him

"Burn him!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha..."

Looking at in front of numb, happy to throw filth crowd, players were stunned.

Demacia was also slightly stunned, and then fell into silence.

He glanced at Old John in a complicated way, and saw that the other man's face remained unchanged.

However, there seems to be a little more gloom in the eyes of the God.

But the gloom soon flashed by and turned into a strong light and faith

Demacia was stunned.

His eyes once again stay in the civilian body, looking at their happy and excited eyes, the mood is complex.

At this moment, he finally really understood why old John chose to do so.

For the vast majority of civilians in the human kingdom, they have been enslaved for a long time. They are totally numb in their bones and have long forgotten to resist.

The nobles control the supernatural power, the church controls the public opinion and everything.

For them, watching the pagan trial is as "attractive" as watching people kill pigs during the Spring Festival in ancient blue star.

It is also because they have neither the courage to resist nor the faith to fight, so they can only throw stones at the pagans to vent their emotions, vent their dissatisfaction with the reality and seek some psychological comfort.

This is a dark era, an era full of ignorance and ignorance, an era of apathy

Even if the spark is ignited under the guidance of players and life preachers, it is the spark after all.

Without a chance, it is still unable to shake this silent wasteland.

Fortunately, not all civilians are so numb. In the depth of the crowd, we can still see many eyes looking at Old John, full of complexity, worry and grief.

However, their figure has been submerged in the boiling crowd.

"It's so cold. Why don't you dress him?"

On the high stage, Princess Theresa frowned, glanced at Old John, and looked uneasily at the Regent bishop winster.

Bishop winster gave a smile

"Your Majesty princess, your kindness is admirable, but... This is the punishment of the gods on the heathen. He is a blaspheme, an evil man who destroys the stability of the Empire."

"Heretics... Destabilize the Empire..."

Princess Theresa nodded her head and looked at Old John with a trace of disgust.

While the surrounding nobles whispered and looked down at Old John, who was escorted to the stage and tied to the scaffold. His arrogant, playful and disdainful eyes were like looking at a monkey.

The bell rang again, and the bishop of the trial office in black came to the stage.

He held up a piece of golden parchment, with a solemn face. Under the effect of amplifying magic, his grand voice spread to every corner of the square

"By the edict of the Pope, I declare --"

"The trial of John, the preacher of life, the blasphemer, the pagan, begins now!"

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