Chapter 209: Flight of the Wild Bee, Drill Teeth Kick, Trial of the Red Devil (1.1w)

The moonlight shines through the glass windows in the attic corridor, illuminating the dust floating in the air.

Yeats kicked away the huge axe soaked in blood on the floor, lowered his head to make sure the executioner was dead, then stepped on the broken glass on the ground and looked down at the chaotic scene in the square in front of the cathedral through the glass window.

The music continued, and even though the musicians were trembling because of the bodies that kept falling around them, all they could do was hold their instruments tightly and play a lively and exciting dance music.

Flames were burning everywhere and the blood almost reached the dancers' ankles, but they were still dancing in ecstasy.

Among them, a thin girl in a white dress stood on tiptoe like a swan, her skirt spinning and flying, gradually turning into a red rose-colored dance dress.

Ge Liqin closed her eyes and danced by instinct, as if a barrier as solid as an iceberg was melting because of her dance steps.

A moment of trance passed through Ye Zhi's eyes, and then he became alert. He almost wanted to join in the dance.

With Ge Liqin as the center, a strange wave is spreading in all directions.

This is the ability of the lustful witch. She can seduce others to abandon their reason and fall into madness.

Gretchen had just awakened, and compared to Lilith's ability to seduce at will, she had to rely on dancing to display this ability.

A captain of the guards stabbed a dancer with a sword. The blade pierced through her chest and came out from her back, and the blade was stained with blood.

The dancer's pupils gradually blurred, and she fell on the captain of the guard's shoulders, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Come and dance." The dancer whispered in the ear.

The captain of the guards shuddered and reached out to push her away. The dancer's figure was reflected in his shrinking pupils.

There was a smile on her pale face, her slender arms opened, and she fell on her back in a pool of blood.

The captain of the guard lowered his head and looked at his blood-stained palm.

Uneasy, guilty, remorseful, and fearful, the blood in his body seemed to be frozen and flowed slowly. Finally, he clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, "They are all crazy... Kill them all!"

A fierce battle broke out between the witches and the guards in the square.

Most of them are low-level extraordinary people who rely on fire and spells to cause great damage to the guards.

But the guards had the advantage in numbers and took advantage of the moment when the witch was unable to cast spells continuously to kill her.

The number of casualties among dancers also increased sharply.

There are about five hundred ordinary women affected by the dancing plague, including many familiar faces to the guards.

Suddenly, there was the sound of swords clanging to the ground. The captain of the guards looked over and saw a guard covering his face, breaking down and crying: "I... am not an executioner... I am not here to do these things!"

The captain of the guard was stunned for a moment, then he shouted: "Pick up your sword! These are all evil witches, kill them all, this is the order of the Inquisition!"

However, more and more guards echoed the guard just now.

"I recognize her. She's Karina from the flower shop. How could she be a witch?"

"I just want to dance and not think about anything else!"

"She is my fiancée! Anyone who dares to treat her as a witch will have to step over my dead body first!"

There was chaos among the guards. Some broke down and cried, some joined the dance, and some even turned against their own side.

The moon hangs alone in the sky.

Chief Inquisitor Pedro and High Priest Circe fought from the ground to the sky.

Boom! The holy light fighting spirit and the magic spell collided to create a series of brilliant halos.

Both of them are five-ring warriors, and both possess the terrifying power to raze Sternberg to the ground.

Cersei once trained a six-ring master like Kendra, who had unique insights into spells.

Her palms cast spells continuously, and dark green magic arrows bombarded like a torrential rain, even dispersing the dark clouds covering Sternberg.

The moonlight filled the sky like water, and the air was boiling violently! The Chief Judge was wearing a black monk's robe. Under the loose robe was a giant-like body. His fists were like heavy hammers, burning with the bright light of holy light, and he kept blasting the magic arrows into powder. His figure suddenly disappeared.

Circe's pupils contracted, and she saw Pedro had already appeared in front of her. His movements were like pressing the slow-motion button, slowly clenching his fist, gathering strength, and then punching out a thousand times faster! Boom! !

The heavy punch hit her abdomen, creating a wave of air.

Circe's eyes were filled with disbelief. She coughed up a mouthful of blood and her body hunched over like a shrimp.

The force exploded, and she was blown away for thousands of meters, landing on a hill outside the city. There was a "bang" and the billowing smoke waves exploded, and she was actually embedded in it.

Immediately, half of the mountain collapsed and fell into the river with a loud bang! In the center of the silver-plate-like full moon, a black shadow was suspended.

Pedro's face was bulging with veins, he grinned, looked at the blood flowing on his fist, and licked it with his tongue.

He narrowed his eyes, raised his head and sighed.

"Compared to those women, this tastes so much sweeter."

"But……"

There was a flash of anger in Pedro's eyes, and his neck was full of blood vessels. He said in a fierce voice: "Why don't you scream! Scream louder until I am satisfied!"

Since joining the Inquisition, Pedro's favorite thing is to send witches to the interrogation room, use torture instruments to pry open their soft bodies, and listen to the screams from the depths of their souls.

This would make Pedro's soul tremble, and an indescribable excitement would spread from his brain to his whole body, causing tremors.

Pedro understood that this was the will from God. God asked him to devote his life to hunting down evil and gave him corresponding gifts!

However, these lowly creatures below only knew how to take strange steps.

Even though his body was pierced, he didn't make a single sound of pain, which made Pedro's temples throb and anger surge in his chest.

Facing death, one should be afraid, terrified, and wailing! But these bastards just dance, dance, dance! "I will never allow anyone to blaspheme God's will—"

Pedro's facial muscles twitched, and he looked with anger at the black-robed witch floating in the air outside the city, drawing a magic circle with her fingers in the air. She stepped through the air and rushed out suddenly! "Feel the pain, and then pay respect to God!"

He roared and crossed his arms, enveloped in a particularly bright holy light. The torrent of magic beams in the magic circle were completely offset by the fighting spirit, and he appeared in front of High Priest Circe in an instant! Bang! Pedro's iron-like palm grasped Circe's face and pushed her down the hill.

boom!!

The remaining half of the hill also shook violently with the roar.

In the dust, Pedro lowered his head grimly, only to find that there was nothing in his hand. What he had just grabbed was just a clone.

A witch in a black robe and a pointed hat floated in the air, her dark green eyes shone brightly, and her skin was covered in green flames.

Above her head, a magic circle unfolded, and magic arrows like a meteor shower kept falling. This was like the offensive of a six-ring master, making it difficult for Pedro to move.

However.

Circe's pupils shrank, and her whole body fell into a cold premonition of death. A holy ball of light rushed towards her against the meteor shower.

Snap!

The summoned barrier was melted by the holy light in less than a second.

Circe vomited a large mouthful of blood and fell into the river from a high altitude, with a "bang" of water rising! Inside the cathedral.

Zuanya stood on Yeats's shoulder, holding his paws in the shape of a telescope in front of his face, and was amazed.

"This presiding judge has a perverted temperament."

"I guess he'd be excited about the whining."

Yeats thought of the villain in "Walpurgis Night," who "pretended to judge evil in order to justify his violence."

Not only that, Pedro adopted children from the orphanage and only kept the disabled children to satisfy his curiosity and sense of superiority, and the others did not escape his clutches.

"My power is still too weak to support High Priestess Cersei."

Ye Zhi frowned slightly and thought to himself, "However, this noise is enough to attract Teacher Candela to take action. I just need to get the red dancing shoes as soon as possible!"

"There seems to be a divine aura ahead, Ye Zhi!" Zuan Ya pulled Ye Zhi's shoulder and gestured, "This way!"

Yeats climbed to the top floor, pushed open the wooden door, and a large bronze clock came into view.

This is the bell tower of Notre Dame Cathedral. There are traces of human life here. Judging from the beds filled with weeds, someone must have lived here for a long time.

The air was filled with a foul stench and the food in the bowl had rotted. Yeats fell into deep thought, and the scene of the hunchbacked hunchback of Notre Dame ringing the bell here seemed to appear before his eyes.

Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da! The moonlight shone through the skylight, illuminating a dusty platform.

This was actually a stage casually built with a few pieces of wood.

A pair of red high-heeled shoes were dancing on the stage, accompanied by the moonlight.

In a corner of the stage, there was not much dust accumulated, which seemed to indicate that someone often sat here.

"I never thought that the red shoes were hidden in the bell tower of the Cathedral of Our Lady." Zuanya tilted his head. "Logically, the people of the Inquisition are also looking for this holy relic of Lilith. But it turns out that it is in their territory. How could they not find it?"

"Maybe because no one ever wants to come to this attic."

In the moonlight, Yeats vaguely saw that the Hunchback of Notre Dame was admiring the dance of the Red Shoes with an ugly smile on his face.

Soon, he took great pains to build a stage, invited the Red Dancing Shoes to perform, and then he sat beside them and watched them.

“And the weirdo in the bell tower has no way to express this beauty to others.”

Yeats watched the red shoes dancing gracefully and gorgeously in the moonlight, and murmured:

"This beauty is hidden in this bell tower, enjoyed by a lonely monster alone."

Zuanya was silent for a moment, staring at Yeats's profile, and said with emotion: "You are really a bard, Yeats."

"I'll take it as a compliment."

Yeats stroked his chin:

"We still have to find a way to take these red dancing shoes away."

Ye Zhi used illusion to summon a clone and controlled the clone to reach out to the red dancing shoes.

Bang! The red dancing shoes suddenly jumped up, and the heels were like sharp weapons, slicing the clone's head, and the clone immediately turned into a cloud of mist and dissipated.

At this moment, the music coming from outside the window stopped for a moment.

The red dancing shoes also stopped dancing.

Then the music started again, and the red dancing shoes followed the rhythm again.

Seeing this, Yeats seemed to be thinking about something.

It seems that the red shoes will dance to the music, and this feature can be used! Ye Zhi took out the "instrument brooch" from the space bag, transformed it into a violin, held the bow, and slowly put it on the strings.

Cheerful dance music sounded in the bell tower.

The rhythm was more enthusiastic than the dance music in the square, and the tune was more pleasant to the ears! The red shoes paused for a moment, as if they were particularly surprised, and greeted Yeats with the sound of tapping footsteps, and then immediately danced enthusiastically to the dance music played by Yeats! Thump thump thump! The dust on the stage was constantly raised because of the red shoes' dance steps.

The music Yeats played became faster and faster, and the steps of the red shoes became more and more intense.

"Faster, Yeats!" said Diamond excitedly, "faster than it can keep up with your dance!"

Yeats’s bow left an afterimage: “I’m trying!”

In the narrow bell tower, the musicians and dancers are like a matador and a bull. Strength and beauty, speed and skill are transformed into a contest between dance music and dance steps.

If either party misses the beat or dances in the wrong place, they will never be recognized by the other party again!

Cold sweat quietly slid down Ye Zhi's forehead. He knew that if he failed at this moment, all his efforts would be wasted.

The red dancing shoes are the embodiment of Lilith’s divinity, and this lustful witch obviously knows how to use dance steps to charm people.

Her red dancing shoes are so good at dancing that they can be described as magical. No matter how intense Yeats's dance music is, she can easily keep up and perform gorgeous dance moves.

The bow and the strings were almost rubbing against each other to produce sparks, but the red dancing shoes still looked tireless and unwilling to leave. Yeats took a deep breath and suddenly changed the music.

He was going to play a piece of music that would make the heels of his red dancing shoes break and he wouldn't be able to keep up with the notes!

Flight of the Bumblebee! Flight of the Bumblebee is based on the music from Pushkin's opera of the same name, The Tale of Tsarevich Satan, which describes the prince transforming into a bumblebee to attack the villain.

Because the melody of the song is extremely fast, it is often used to demonstrate the playing skills of instruments such as piano and violin.

The fastest violinist in the world record can play "Flight of the Bumblebee" accurately at an astonishing speed of 13 notes per second.

Yeats's speed was not much slower, and his playing technique was so perfect that it seemed as if even the room temperature was rising due to his intense performance! At the same moment, the red shoes conveyed a feeling of surprise and shock to Yeats in the creative field.

Faster, more intense! Yeats discerned the meaning of this emotion and played the notes incredibly fast without any distraction.

The red dancing shoes follow the music as she tap dances in the bell tower, as if this place is a grand stage!

Zuanya was stunned. How could humans play such fast music?

How amazing is Yeats's hand speed!

Lilith will definitely be satisfied! Zuanya is sure that as long as Yeats can conquer Lilith through this song, he will be able to take away the red shoes!

The music had reached a climax. Zuanya knew it was inconvenient to disturb Yeats, so he jumped hard, grabbed the skylight with both hands, turned over and climbed onto the roof, overlooking the square in the oncoming cold wind.

To the music of swarming bees, in their mad dance.

A deformed beast-like monster grabbed a short-haired woman with tattoos and threw her hard into the fountain in the center of the square.

Bang! The statue in the center of the fountain collapsed.

The weirdo immediately jumped up, flew towards the short-haired woman, and knocked her unconscious with his bare hands.

Afterwards, the weirdo rushed into the surging crowd. His target was very clear, which was Ge Liqin who was in the center of the group dance.

Witches kept coming forward to obstruct him, but they were all thrown away by him. However, the witches also found that he would not kill them, and they kept casting spells on the monster.

"We must not let him take the messenger away!"

"Once the dance is over, all the sacrifices will be in vain!"

"I don't want to see my kind crying anymore—" A figure quickly rushed towards the weirdo, "When everything is ready, let Lady Lilith end it all!"

The tattooed woman threw herself on the hunchback of Notre Dame, her whole body ablaze with flames. She mobilized the power of her blood at all costs, and blood flowed from all her orifices, which was then quickly evaporated by the flames.

At the cost of her own life, the tattooed woman turned into a raging fire and burned the Hunchback of Notre Dame.

Flames shot up into the sky, the Hunchback of Notre Dame howled in pain, kneeling on the ground, his skin began to carbonize and peel off, and boiling flames shot out of his eye sockets.

"roar--!!"

The witches and guards around were all shocked by the heart-wrenching roar of pain. They briefly recovered from their madness and looked at the Hunchback of Notre Dame in horror.

However, he stretched out his hands and struggled to crawl on the ground. People made way for him and watched him crawl out a charred path. He stretched out his hands towards the dancing Ge Liqin. A tear rolled down from his eyes and instantly evaporated into mist.

"roar!!!"

Everyone was shocked by this wild and vigorous vitality and didn't understand why he was willing to do anything to get close to the witch who was the source of chaos.

Greqin's tightly closed eyes also opened at this moment, and in her eyes she saw the Hunchback of Notre Dame, whose body was burning with flames, crawling towards her inch by inch on the ground.

"Get out of there, Lord God!"

"Don't let this monster get any closer!"

Gretchen heard the witches' calls, but her eyes remained fixed on the Hunchback of Notre Dame.

"I...save you, leave..." the hunchback of Notre Dame began to speak, "They...are bad people...come with me..."

A wrong step in the dance caused the waves lingering in the square to shake violently. With tears in her eyes, Ge Liqin whispered:

"You can talk, so why didn't you tell me before?"

"Father, I don't like... my talking... This is not good..."

The Hunchback of Notre Dame had already crawled in front of Gretchen, and stood up with difficulty, his face burning with flames, and he smiled:

"Don't be afraid...everything will stop..."

Ge Liqin's dance has stopped.

She stood there, her eyes reflecting the tragic scene in the square. Thinking that this dance of death was caused by her, her slender body trembled continuously, her face full of pain, and she asked sadly: "If I go with you, will all this stop?"

The Hunchback of Notre Dame did not answer.

He was frozen in place, the flames on his body had gone out, his entire body carbonized like a burnt piece of wood, except for a faint flame in his outstretched palm.

Ge Liqin's face was covered with tears, and she gently reached out her hand to the weirdo.

That's good... Ge Liqin thought, as long as I believe him and leave with the church people, everything will return to normal.

"Even if you leave with the church, they won't let us go!"

"Keep dancing, Ge Liqin! Stop dancing, and everything will be over!"

The witches' calls came from all directions, but Greqin's hand was already in the palm of the monster, and the fire in the palm burned her flesh.

Ge Liqin's eyes lit up slightly, and she found that there was light in the weirdo's eyes again, as if by a miracle!

Bang! From high in the sky, a figure burning with holy light quickly fell down, crushing the carbonized body of the Hunchback of Notre Dame into charcoal dust, which was scattered in the wind!

Pedro frowned slightly. What was that thing that was just crushed? It doesn't matter. At least the Lustful Witch has been found! He stretched out his hand towards the pale-faced Gretchen with his eyes blank, and smiled chastely:

"Young witch, as long as you leave with me voluntarily, God will forgive your sins and everyone present here."

Greqin's slender body trembled. She looked up at Pedro, who had let down his guard and looked pious, and slowly stretched out her hand.

The square was dead silent, the faces of the witches were filled with despair, and all their sacrifices were in vain.

Pedro's smile grew wider.

In the bell tower.

Yeats put down his violin and breathed a sigh of relief.

The red dancing shoes fell sideways on the stage as if the ankle was sprained, and a feeling of resentment was conveyed to Yeats.

Zuanya looked at the violin in Yeats's hand and said in amazement:

"Yeats, your strings are smoking!"

"Otherwise, how can we satisfy this guy?"

Yeats spoke badly, stretched out his hand toward the red dancing shoes, and said:

"Okay, the dance is over, it's time for you to come with me, right?"

The red dancing shoes jumped lightly into Yeats' arms.

Ye Zhi caught the red dancing shoes and lifted them up with one hand. The red dancing shoes swung back and forth in the air in dissatisfaction.

Ignoring the little mood of the Red Shoes, Ye Zhi took out the communication gem and used the old man's low tone to send a message to Circe: "I have got the Red Shoes. How is your battle with Pedro going?"

The sound of Circe's hoarse cough came from the gem.

"I think... we may have made a mistake... Pedro is not the vessel of the apostle."

Please...collect 6...9...books...!

"What?"

"During my battle with him, I didn't feel that he used any trace of divinity... He is a person who is not blessed by God, a true vessel, and there is something else!"

Bang! The clear sound of slapping echoed in the dead silent square.

Everyone stared with eyes wide open in disbelief at the thin girl who was confronting the chief judge.

Pedro covered his cheek, narrowed his eyes into slits, and let out a contented sigh.

Ge Liqin pulled back her hand, her body trembling with intense fear, but her eyes were full of determination. She said, "You killed your adopted son and many innocent people. It's true that I'm a witch, but you are the real devil!"

Buzz——

Ge Liqin's hair fluttered in the wind, and her eyes lit up with a pink light that symbolized charm. The witch blood in her body responded to her indignation at this moment, spreading around like a tide.

The people who were still alive, whether they were witches or guards, all had dazed looks in their eyes and retreated from the square like a tide, leaving behind only a large number of corpses.

In the messy square, only Pedro and Gretchen were left confronting each other.

Pedro's eyes swept across Gretchen's body from top to bottom, and his hypocritical smile fell off, revealing a face that was terrifyingly gloomy.

"When you sit on the torture device, will you still be as strong as you are now? I am looking forward to it. Haha, I am really looking forward to it..."

His entire arm was emitting a blinding white light, and he smashed down with a heavy punch, instantly creating a huge dent in the ground. The shockwaves spread in all directions, shattering the doors and windows.

But Ge Liqin had disappeared from where she was.

The black-robed witch pulled her and appeared more than ten meters away, facing Pedro from a distance, with no emotion in her dark green eyes.

"Look around you. How many innocent people have died because of this dancing plague." Pedro said in a low voice, "And now, burning at the stake is not enough to wash away your sins. I will use my hands given by God to dismantle your bones and internal organs bit by bit. Let me see what will make the strong witch cry!"

"Even if you take Gretchen away, the massacre will still happen where the sun doesn't shine."

Circe said coldly, "Witches will shed tears for all beautiful things, life, and death, but never for ugly things... It is not worth the tears."

Pedro was silent for a while, his eyes grim, and he said in a low voice: "Well said, then please die here."

boom!!

Pedro was suddenly hit hard and flew away as if he was kicked by something.

Under the astonished gaze of Circe and Gretchen, a little squirrel maintained its flying kicking posture.

Pedro, who was as strong as five rings, was kicked away a whole street. The tiles of the whole street flew up, leaving a deep groove. Pedro finally hit a majestic statue and was buried by the rubble with a loud bang!

Cersei and Gretchen were shocked and stared at the little squirrel on the ground.

The little squirrel wiped his nose and said calmly:

"This move is called the Teeth-Drilling Flying Kick!"

Boom!

Rubble flew all over the sky, and Pedro, burning with white fighting spirit, rushed out from the ruins, veins bulging on his forehead and his face full of rage.

Zuanya had already retracted into Ye Zhi's collar, poked out a little head, and cheered:

"Well, I've beaten him half to death, now it's up to you, Yeats!"

Yeats, disguised as a white-haired old man, walked on the street, looking at Pedro who was rushing towards him, with the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.

You call this half dead?

Is this true or false?

In an instant, Ye Zhi disappeared from the spot, becoming invisible and flashing more than three meters away.

Relying on the 'Blessing of the Mist: Illusion', an illusion is left at the original place.

This illusion presented the image of an old wizard in a white robe. Since Yeats had been with Kendela for a long time, he imitated his appearance and aura perfectly.

In order to deceive Pedro, who had five rings, Ye Zhi summoned all the mist divinity in his body, fearing that he would discover the clues.

Fortunately.

The Mist God's Choice once again proved his value.

Pedro hesitated for a moment, and suppressed his anger. He looked at the white-robed wizard in front of him with deep eyes, and said tentatively:

"Master Kendra?"

Seeing this scene, Ye Zhi's thoughts were confirmed: Pedro was not willing to have a direct conflict with Candela. After all, Candela was the number one person under the Holy Land, and he could not be defeated without shaking out the apostles.

"But even if Teacher Kendra and Circe have an old relationship, it is not easy for him to protect Circe. He represents the position of the Mages Guild, and the Witch Society is not recognized by the Mages Guild." Ye Zhi frowned slightly, "On the contrary, Pedro has a legitimate reason to kill Circe... What will Teacher Kendra choose?"

Kendela is a wizard with a strong sense of justice. He takes it as his duty to protect the Midgard continent and is willing to give way to all his personal feelings for this mission.

No matter how much innocent blood Pedro had on his hands, he was still acting in accordance with the Pope's witch-hunt order. Although the Mages Guild was at odds with the church, it did not directly oppose the witch-hunt order.

Candela came here to stop the dancing plague. Will she attack Pedro because of Circe?

On one side is the noble cause, on the other is the private affair that has been entangled for a hundred years...

If Ye Zhi had the six-ring strength of Candela, he would have beaten Pedro to pieces by now. However, he has only been a transcendent for less than half a year. He cannot defeat the Chief Judge without borrowing strength. Even if he wants to borrow, he doesn't know if his fellow villager is willing to do so.

"Five rings can make someone as lawless as Pedro, and six rings can make the entire continent feel awe..."

Ye Zhi's desire to obtain the Silver Oak Sword became stronger and stronger.

After all, this is the most promising legendary weapon at the moment. With its help, it will be easier to advance to the fourth ring! While using the illusion to delay time, Ye Zhi got news from the Snow Owl that Candela had just gone to investigate the razed hills and was now rushing to the battlefield.

Pedro was suspicious when he saw that the white-robed wizard did not respond for a long time, but he saw the other party suddenly turned into a ball of mist and dissipated, and he realized that he had been fooled.

"Illusionist!" Pedro looked around and said coldly, "Wait until I peel off your mask, and then I'll know whether you are a follower of the Mist or not!"

Hearing this, Cersei's eyes flashed. She had previously doubted the true identity of the white-haired old man and didn't understand why he would take such a huge risk to cooperate with the Witch Society.

If they are followers of the Mist, then it is indeed somewhat believable, because this group of people are best at disguise, illusion, and adventure for fun.

Even death is an illusion to the Mist believers.

The gods they believe in live and die, and die and live again. Recently, it is said that they have bestowed more and more miracles and blessings, which is a sign of the promotion of divine power. This makes the power of the Mist believers stronger and stronger.

But since the other party has already obtained the red dancing shoes, there is no choice but to continue cooperating with him.

Circe silently chanted a spell, preparing to release another magical arrow, when a strange light suddenly flashed across her eyes! Kendra? Or an illusion?

No, Circe was very sure that this time it was the real thing. She knew he liked gingerbread and could smell the scent of dessert on him!

The white-robed wizard flew across the sky, holding a staff, and landed in the square. Looking at the scene of a sea of ​​blood and a mountain of corpses, his brows were tightly furrowed.

"Still want to lie to me?!"

Before he could finish his words, Pedro punched hard at Candela! The white-robed wizard focused his eyes, and an invisible shock wave condensed in his palm, easily sending Pedro flying.

Boom! !

Pedro fell to the ground, shocked. Is it really Master Candela this time?

Candela stared at Pedro with a deep gaze and said, "It was you who ordered the guards to massacre these citizens, Judge Pedro?"

"Witches are mixed in here. In order to prevent future troubles, we have to eliminate all those who join the dance party." Pedro stood up, smiling, "This is not a massacre, but a rescue, Master Candela, save more lives."

"Rather than questioning me--" Pedro looked at Circe who was protecting Gretchen behind her, narrowing his eyes, "The witch has the blood of the evil god flowing in her body. It was she who caused this dancing plague, and the other witch was an accomplice... Master Kendra, arresting them is what you should do, isn't it?"

Kendra turned to look at Circe and Gretchen.

Cersei's dark green eyes were filled with sarcasm and sneer, but she said nothing.

"That's not true!" Gretchen shouted, "That judge is the devil! I saw him kill his adopted son and many innocent civilians with my own eyes!"

"We are following the Pope's orders to conduct a strict investigation and careful interrogation. We will never accuse good people, nor will we let the bad people go." Pedro said with a smile, "Master Candela, she is a member of the heretical witch society. I burned her at the stake. This is an act of justice."

"What a high-sounding justice!"

A loud shout interrupted Pedro's speech.

Yeats, disguised as a white-haired old man, looked towards the source of the sound, but saw a bearded man wearing a deerstalker hat, a black windbreaker, and a pipe in his mouth, slowly walking towards him.

"Who is this guy?" Zuanya asked curiously.

"The Death Detective."

"Is he the Grim Reaper or a famous detective?"

"Anyway, he's a guy who likes to appear last."

Yeats was also surprised why Cran appeared at this time.

Clan walked up to Candela, took off his deerstalker hat and bowed, then looked at Pedro and said coldly:

"Chief Judge Pedro, I have done some research on your past and found that you have adopted more than 340 orphans in the name of the monastery. Where are these children today?"

"Who are you? What qualifications do you have to investigate me?" Pedro asked coldly.

"Let me answer for you. Only three of these children grew up. The rest were tortured to death by you, and even their remains became nutrients for the monastery's flower fields." Cran took out a glass bottle with a pale little flower in it, growing on a white dead wood that looked like a finger bone. "This kind of elderflower can only grow with bones as nutrients. It is an essential raw material for refining hallucinogenic drugs, and I found far more than this one in the monastery."

"so what?"

"I'm sorry. During my visit to the monastery, I met a boy named Andel. I talked to him about you, and he told me many interesting things."

Crane took out a manuscript, cleared his throat, and said, "For example, Master Pedro is very kind and adopts new children every year. Unfortunately, most of them are in poor health and die early."

"The orphanage said that most of the adopted children were healthy. Andel said that the dead children would be buried in the flower fields because Master Pedro said that flowers would comfort their souls. But in fact, elderflowers use the remaining souls in the bones as nutrients. The dead cannot even go to the underworld to rest because of their incomplete souls. They can only wander in the flower fields..."

"I actually have an ancestral prop that can communicate with the dead, and I also happen to have a recording gem that can record the conversation." Cran took out a gem and smiled slightly. "Judge Pedro, do you want to hear how the dead thank you?"

Ye Zhi was slightly surprised.

Communicating with the Dead is a high-level spell that only Necromancers can cast. At a time when Necromancers are being suppressed across the board, this spell has gradually been lost.

Cran can talk to the dead, no wonder he can become a famous detective!

Pedro's expression remained unchanged, and he said in a deep voice: "What do you want to say?"

Clan's temperament suddenly changed, his eyes were stern, and he said: "You are simply a demon in the cloak of holy light! More than 300 innocent children were tortured to death by you. The church will never tolerate your crime! You are not worthy of this judge's robe at all. Arresting you is the real justice!"

As he spoke, Cran injected magic power into the recording gem, which then transmitted the conversation between him and the undead.

"What did Pedro tell you?"

The dead soul said intermittently:

"He said... he would take me to the classroom for classes and give me delicious food... I went to the interrogation room and he started beating me with torture instruments... Afterwards, I passed out..."

"How many people have you adopted with?"

"More than ten... There is a pair of brothers... They are deformed, and he likes them very much..."

As the recordings were thrown out one by one, Pedro's face became heavier. If he lost his position as the chief judge, he would no longer be able to serve God, let alone listen to the wailing of the sinners! "You sent innocent civilians to the interrogation room to satisfy your pitiful and ugly desire for domination, Pedro." Cran used Mr. Anthony's channels to learn about Pedro's life experience and said coldly, "You were born into a noble family. You were thin since childhood and were bullied by your peers. Later, you broke your companion's neck in a fight. Your family sent you to a monastery to exempt you from punishment... After becoming the chief judge, how much blood has been stained on your hands? Can you count it?"

As Clan's words became more and more heartbreaking, Pedro's eyes gradually turned cold.

The childhood trauma of twisting his companion's neck kept appearing in Pedro's dreams, until one day, when he strangled his companion's throat in his dream, he felt an unexpected pleasure and could not stop feeling it.

As long as you make others feel pain, you can show your strength. As long as you listen to others' cries, your self will become more obvious in these pleasant sounds.

Pedro realized that he was born to hunt witches! As for those strangled children, it was nothing more than entertainment in the busy work.

But now, Pedro understood that he had to leave here immediately. Neither the Lustful Witch nor the Witch Society had anything to do with him. Keeping his identity as the presiding judge was the key to everything!

Pedro glanced at Crane and said, "I will give the Inquisition a reasonable answer to these questions, but Master Candela, please do not be partial and kill these two witches as soon as possible."

“No, I will take you back to the monastery first to see the undead that Baron Clan mentioned.” The white-robed wizard’s eyes were cold, revealing a sense of oppression that could not be questioned. “Then wait for the people from the Inquisition to come and deal with it!”

Pedro sighed softly. To the tribunal, he could abandon him at any time, but if he left the position of presiding judge, he didn't know where to go.

Pedro murmured under his breath: "Why not me?"

"What?"

"God's...container..."

Pedro raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the monastery on the top of the mountain, muttering something as if he was performing a communication technique.

"Is this the position, Mr. Judge?" Little Andel's puzzled voice sounded.

"That's right, little Andel, just as I taught you before."

Pedro said gently: "Now, only you can save me."

On the square.

Pedro lowered his head, facing the evidence presented by Clan, and under the pressure of the Six-Ring Master, he seemed to have given up struggling.

However, Yeats always felt that everything was too easy and a little unbelievable.

At this moment, Ye Zhi felt a chill on his back.

Among the three children adopted by Pedro, only Andel was not deformed. He must have had other intentions in raising Andel.

That being said.

Andel, he is the container of the apostle!

Boom! !

Above the top of the mountain, a blood-red vortex swirled, and a black-red shadow like an umbilical cord extended from the center of the vortex to the top of the mountain.

Ye Zhi's eyelids jumped. He had seen this episode before. This was the Eclipse (crossed out)... The Apostles are coming! "Can you beat the Apostles, Diaoya?" Ye Zhi urgently asked for help.

"Don't hide behind me!" Yeats asked, "Where's Feitan?"

Feitan: ()

"Damn, you are the fish of wisdom!"

Red Dancing Shoes: (д) You are a bunch of useless things. You still have to rely on me for help!

Ye Zhi, Zuan Ya and Fei Tan were shocked at the same time.

Are there any experts?

Everyone looked up at the sky at the same time.

Kendra looked worried. He could feel that this was even more terrifying than the momentum of the Shadow Prince invading the material world! Cersei took a deep breath and gently placed her hand on Gretchen's shoulder. There was reluctance, pleading... and hope in her dark green eyes.

"Now, you are the only hope, Gretchen." Cersei's eyes flashed.

Ge Liqin looked determined and nodded slightly.

"Don't worry about anything else, just dance!"

Circe said softly;

"This will be... Walpurgis Night, the Last Dance!"

…

…

Mountain top.

Grotto seal.

Due to the divinity of the apostle's arrival, the seal gradually loosened, and a red light flew out, revealing the image of a devil with red skin and two horns on his head.

“Hahahaha, I finally got out!!”

"Next, I just need to find another human to guard the Silver Oak Sword on my behalf, and I will be free forever!"

"Let me see the content of the oath... Hmm, I see. We need to find a smart human. If not, he is not qualified to accept the test of the Silver Oak Sword!"

The Red Devil flew into the sky, his eyes as sharp as torches, sweeping across Sternberg in the night.

In the eyes of the red devil, there was a reflection of a girl with a ponytail who was studying hard in the study with a huge code in her arms.

Suddenly, the Red Devil's eyes lit up.

"It's you, you look very smart!"

(End of this chapter)