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

The northern part of the Seggs continent, the eternal Holy City Mania, the Mania Heights where Mania is located, also ushered in the First Stage snow in the winter.

The sky was gray, with goose-feather-like snowflakes falling down, cloudy and cold.

However, the city of Mania today is particularly noisy.

The most central part of the city, the sacred square.

This huge square with an area of ​​more than 2 million square meters, located at the intersection of the Eternal Church, the Imperial Palace and the Greycastle Parliament Building, has long been covered by crowds.

The indifferent trial Knight and tall and strong city guards maintained order on the scene, rudely isolating curious civilians from the center of the square, and in the center of the square, a Giant High Platform has been erected.

The high platform is divided into three areas, with seats and gorgeous umbrellas set up, and even a magical array of temperature adjustments is depicted.

This is the place where the priest of the church and the rulers of the empire are located.

Among the three regions, the most central is the Holy See of the Eternal Pope, which symbolizes the divine power above the royal power.

On the right is the Imperial Family. The 14-year-old Princess Teresa, the successor of the Empire, and other Imperial Family clan members, including some former Imperial Family who have elected the Imperial Emperor.

Regent Bishop Winster was also impressively included.

Before becoming a cultivator, this beloved bishop was originally a member of the current Imperial Family.

On the left, the Elector and Speaker of the Noble House, Duke Corrence, and other great nobles and Archbishops who participated in the operation of the empire’s center are sitting.

These people are the most powerful people in the entire Holy Manian Empire, and at the same time, they are also the most powerful people in the entire continent.

The current Pope Benedict II of the Eternal Church is a kind old man.

His beard and hair are all white, his back is rickety, and his gorgeous and solemn robe makes him look sacred and majestic.

He is very old, and the rickety body under the generous holy robe gives people the illusion that he will fall in the wind at any time.

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

Although he is nearly three hundred years old and is already close to the limit of the human Legendary lifespan, as the favored person of True God, a powerhouse that can summon divine force and perform divine descending techniques, even Demi-God can Have some respect for him.

At the same time, Benedict II is also the pope with the longest term in the history of the Eternal Church. Today, it is the 83rd year that he is in charge of the Holy See.

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

Although these archbishops and great nobles who rule the church and empire have long been well-known existences, it is the first time that they have seen it with their own eyes for an overwhelming majority ordinary person.

Especially under the crown of the Pope, who only appears when holding huge celebrations, and Princess Teresa, who was formally established as the heir of the empire in confusion not long ago.

This girl with pink makeup and jade is just fourteen years old, with blonde and blue eyes, just like other ladies, noble and beautiful, and she can already see that she is definitely another devastatingly beautiful beauty when she grows up.

She sat there quietly, her big shiny eyes looking around excitedly, innocent and clear, and she seemed to be quite curious about this big scene.

However, when her gaze caught the solemn gaze of Regent Winster Bishop beside her and the gentle smile of Duke Corrence, the speaker opposite, she quickly sat up again, giving people a kind of behaving. Feeling scared again.

But even so, her gaze still couldn’t help but quietly moved towards the surroundings, especially in front of the high platform, the long torture frame with thorns and barbs that stood up.

Her large, unstained, black-and-white eyes are full of novelty, like a piece of white paper that has never been rendered dirty.

On the side of the torture frame, there were several trial Knights wearing black robe, each of them was very powerful, far surpassing the average golden professional, making people afraid to look directly at them.

On the periphery of the torture frame, fully armed soldiers have long guarded their handles. They are all elites, completely isolating the onlookers outside.

When Demacia got into the crowd and came to the square, what he saw was this scene.

“Master Dema, don’t you really need to make a big noise in the square for a while, save the beloved John?”

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

As early as a few days ago, the Eternal Church released the news of the trial of Old John, and for players who have been paying attention to the trend of continent, this news has also spread immediately throughout the entire server.

How dare the Eternal Church try its own favored ones?

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

Although the distance is far, a considerable number of advanced players gathered and contacted the underground forces of the Church of Life in Mannia to discuss the feasibility of rescue.

Demacia, who was the strongest, once infiltrated the Dororia Castle Prison and also recorded the story of the preaching of Old John, naturally became the leader that everyone introduced.

However, after hearing the words of his companion, Demacia shook the head slightly and sighed slightly:

“What to rescue? How to rescue? So many golden professionals and Legendary, maybe there are Demi-God angels watching the show hidden behind them, just rely on us crooked melons?”

“Don’t you still have a Death God Divine Punishment, Master Ke Dema?”

“But there is only one Divine Punishment…”

“Then what shall we do?”

“Cold salad! Watch it well, just do it as I said before!”

“Isn’t it? Wouldn’t you just sit back and watch John be burned to death?”

The slightly frowned player who spoke to Demacia seemed quite unhappy.

And Demacia was silent for a moment, and sighed:

“That’s what he meant…”

The player is silent.

He knew who “he” Demacia was talking about.

“Even if… Even if the price is death?”

He couldn’t help but say.

“Yes, even death… There is always something higher than life.”

Demacia said with emotion.

Hearing this sentence, the player who spoke with him opened his mouth and looked towards this big guy who is well-known throughout the server.

Seemingly noticing the strange gaze of his companion, Demacia turned around, with a black line on his face:

“No, what is your face?”

“Uh… it’s nothing, it’s just didn’t expect, Mr. Delma, you would say something like this… I always think, always think you’re pretty, um…very unrestrained.”

The player scratched his head.

Demacia: …

“What the hell is that?”

“Uh… maverick, dare to take risks? Or… there are always some high-end operations?”

Demacia: …

You can simply say that I love to die.

He complained inwardly.

Demacia is very clear about his personality, and he also understands that his companions are right. He is indeed a free-spirited person, adventurous and adventurous.

Although the game has been in the game for so long, he still regards it as a game more than those players who have treated “Elf Country” as another person in their lives.

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

Recalling what Old John said and did in the prison, Demacia’s eyes gradually became solemn.

He has never admired any NPC in “Elf Country”.

But now, maybe there is.

Although, even now, according to his heart, he still feels that Old John’s choice of dedication is a huge loss for the Church of Life…

Lightly sighed, Demacia looked towards the surrounding square again.

His gaze swept over the gorgeously dressed and noble Archbishop nobles on the high platform, and swept over the fierce, fully armed guards below the stage, and finally stopped in a large number of gatherings in the square, with a variety of dishes. , Plain clothes and even patches and even tattered civilians…

The same square, but on stage and off stage, they are like two worlds.

However, even the civilians who gathered in the square can live a good life in Mannia.

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

Those farmers who live in the countryside, those who live in the slum area, do not even have the qualifications to stand here and watch.

At this moment, Demacia really feels the tearing sense of the human society of the Seggs world…

“The existence of extraordinary power has accelerated the solidification of society, and the rapid increase in magic power has not only failed to destroy this solidification, but has strengthened contradictions and added more contradictions, making the already unstable society change It’s more unstable.”

“Human society is dead, this World…Need a new force to inject vitality and vitality!”

Unconsciously, Demacia remembered the two words he heard Old John said in prison.

If the player said these words, he would not be surprised, but it would be shocking and respectful to change to an NPC and someone who only accepted the doctrine of life for less than a year.

Demacia thought wildly, until the piercing bell came from the high platform, and a black clothed bishop with an indifferent expression came to the front and announced that he would bring up the heretic that desecrated the Spiritual God and disrupted the order of the empire.

Gradually, there was a commotion in the distant crowd. The Legendary sword saint Sword who belonged to the Empire led the team personally, led a team of fully armed guards, and escorted a straight silhouette to come up.

That silhouette is not someone else, it is Old John.

Seeing Old John’s appearance, Demacia’s expression changed slightly.

Without him.

At this moment, the old John was stripped of all his clothes, naked* and bound by the Forbidden Demon chains, only retaining the last trace of dignity that covered his body.

And the bloody whip marks that have not yet faded, telling how tortured the favored one before being taken over.

A prisoner with the same imprisoned power could not hurt him, but Knight and priest who were replaced by the courthouse were different.

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

Like a green pine that will never fall.

The crowd onlookers gradually became agitated.

I don’t know who led the head, suddenly, a stone hit Old John’s face.

Someone laughed.

Then, there is the second block, the third block…

Not only stones, some domestic garbage, some common filth in cities, gradually like raindrops, were thrown out by the people on both sides, constantly smashing at the escorted protagonist.

Faintly, you can still hear the curse of the people:

“Bah! Cultists who wreak havoc on order!”

“The Blasphemer! Death!”

“Smash him! Smash him!”

“Burn him to death!”

“hahahahaha……”

The players were stunned for a while watching the insensitive onlookers throwing filth away.

Demacia was also taken aback for a moment, and then fell into silence.

He glanced over the old John with complicated eyes, and saw that the other person was still looking pale.

However, deep in the eyes of the favored one, there seemed to be a little more sadness.

But it was sad, and it quickly passed by, turning into a strong rays of light and belief…

Demacia was startled.

His gaze stayed on the civilians again, looking at their delightful and excited gazes, his mood was complicated.

At this moment, he finally truly understood why Old John had chosen this way.

For the overwhelming majority civilians of the human kingdom, they have been enslaved for too long, in the bones are completely numb, and they have long forgotten to resist.

The nobles control extraordinary power, the church controls public opinion, and controls everything about them.

For them, watching the heretic trial is as “attracting” as Blue Star watching people and killing pigs during the Chinese New Year in ancient times.

It is precisely because they have neither the courage to resist nor the belief to resist, so they can only vent their emotions, vent their dissatisfaction with reality, and seek some kind of psychological comfort by throwing stones at the heretic.

This is a dark age, an age full of ignorance and ignorance, an age of insensitivity…

Even though the spark is lit under the leadership of the player and Daoist, the spark is still a spark.

Without an opportunity, it is still impossible to shake this quiet wasteland.

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

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

“The weather is so cold, why don’t you dress him?”

On the high platform, Teresa Princess frowned, glanced at the old John under the stage, looked towards the Regent Minister Winster Bishop uncomfortably aside.

Winster Bishop smiled softly:

“The beautiful Her Highness the Princess, your kindness is admirable, but… this is Spiritual God’s punishment for heretic, he is a blasphemer, an evil element who destabilizes the empire.” [19459002 ]

“Heretic…destabilizes the empire…”

Teresa Princess was nodded, looking towards Old John with a trace of disgust.

The surrounding aristocrats whispered to each other, watching the old John who was escorted to the stage and tied to the torture, their arrogant, playful and disdainful gazes were like looking at a monkey.

The bell rang again, and the court bishop, wearing a black robe, came to the front of the stage.

He held up a golden parchment, his face was solemn, the magnificent voice spread through every corner of the square under the effect of amplified magic:

“In accordance with the edict under the crown of the Pope, I declare—”

“The trial against Daoist, the blasphemer, heretic John, now begins!”