"The gods are angry with the East End, very angry!"
The Pope tapped the ground several times with his scepter to vent his dissatisfaction: "Today, before the ceremony of God's Revelation Day begins, we are going to execute a few bastards who have disobeyed God as a warning to others!"
With a wave of his hand, the guards behind him immediately escorted several workers covered in blood. Their clothes had been smashed into pieces, hanging on the blurred flesh and blood.
Obviously, they have been severely punished.
There is a figure of Boggs in it.
"You...sooner or later will be...ahem," Boggs spat out a thick mixture of blood plasma and saliva and said with difficulty, "This is blasphemy, you are distorting God's instructions!"
The execution guard did not answer, but gave him a faint look, then lifted his collar and tied him to the burning rack like the others.
The wailing sounded again, and their wounds were being torn apart, like tens of thousands of ants crawling on the skin, suffering, itching, and pain.
Over the past few days, the Holy See had beaten them hard and forced confessions, but these people who dreamed of a new world didn't even know if they really had a group.
No one in the audience dared to speak.
They were all afraid of such a fate, so they remained silent and everyone was in danger.
There were piles of hay under the torture rack, with some oil poured on it, and the people on it seemed to have foreseen their fate...died in the flames.
"Light the fire!" The pope's majestic voice sounded again, pulling the trigger of death.
The guards raised the torches in their hands, stepped closer to the wailing "traitors" in front of them, and carried out their sacred mission.
The torch is about to be lit.
"Wait!" On the torture rack, Boggs, who was almost in shock, gritted his teeth and asked his last question: "Why, why do you say we are traitors?! God...did God approve it? You, you are the only one who violated it.
God’s will!”
"Shut up!" The guard frowned and kicked Boggs in the stomach, "You bastard, don't talk nonsense!"
"Cough cough, cough cough..." Blood foam appeared on Boggs's lips, but his eyes were still so firm, "God... God will not approve of your actions!"
"You! You are really not afraid of death...Okay, I'll send you to hell now!"
"etc!"
Just as the guards were about to set fire to him and kill him, the Pope personally stopped him.
There was a lot of discussion in the audience, no one knew what the Pope wanted to do to this hateful blasphemer, a more severe punishment?
They don't know.
"You want an answer from the gods? Hahahahaha..." The Pope seemed to have heard some big joke, and a playful smile appeared on his face, "Do you think the gods will agree with you?"
Boggs stared at him fiercely and spat on the ground: "Ha...at least, you are not worthy of this tyrant!"
"Oh? Really?" The Pope waved his hand, "Put down the trance platform! Today, I will tell you the will of God!"
In a hurry, the guards behind the Pope quickly put up a black steel object - a pure black hexagonal prism with various strange patterns carved on it.
"O God, confusion needs to be guided, and doubts need to be answered! The omniscient and omnipotent Lord of Pharnas, the king of all things in the world! Please answer my prayer!"
The words that had not changed in eighty years appeared again, shocking everyone in the square.
The audience was watching, everyone was staring closely at the black hexagonal prism, as if expecting some miracle to happen.
The light points are flickering.
One o'clock, two o'clock...
Gradually, countless large and small light spots appeared above the black hexagonal prism, and slowly began to gather under the breathless gaze of everyone, until they seemed to really piece together a solid entity...
A human figure whose face cannot be seen clearly.
He wore a robe, covering His body and face, shrouded in shadow, majestic and mysterious.
"God, it's the gods who have arrived!"
The citizens in the audience rushed to clasp their hands, bow to the gods to show their loyalty, and responded to the call, seeming to have forgotten the cruelty and cruelty of the Holy See and the life and death of the executioners on the stage.
"What's the matter?" the voice sounded slowly.
"I dare to ask you for advice..." The Pope bowed slightly, "Can the Holy See represent your majesty in Farnas and spread your teachings?"
"The leader of Fanas will always be my loyal Holy See!" The majestic voice resounded throughout the square, "Who, who has slandered my most loyal believer!"
"A few reckless thieves actually slandered the Holy See's loyalty to you and its contribution to Faunas!" The Pope looked at Boggs in front of him sarcastically, "Then...how will they deal with it?"
"Burning at the stake!" the voice said without hesitation, "let the holy flames purify their dirty souls!"
Seeing Boggs' increasingly dark eyes, the Pope loudly shouted to the citizens in the audience: "Believers, what do you think we should do with these blasphemous heretics?!"
"Burn him, burn him!"
"Burn him, burn him!"
Fanatic voices spread throughout the square and almost every corner of the Central District.
God, that is a god!
The god who gave them life, the god who gave them everything!
All doubts seemed to have disappeared... The Holy See seemed to be the destiny.
"Execution!"
The torch fell and the dry grass began to gradually burn, just as crazy as the citizens, quickly swallowing up the wooden pillars below.
About to devour them completely.
"Uncle, uncle!"
Suddenly, a young man in his twenties jumped up and rushed onto the high platform of the central square, running desperately towards one of the pillars.
It was so fast that it even exceeded the reaction of the guards.
No one thought that in such a situation, someone would have the courage to challenge the majesty of God.
"Catch him, catch him!" The guard captain who was the first to react immediately rushed towards the young man.
"Ah, Alex?" Boggs, who was almost unconscious, looked at the familiar face in front of him and said in disbelief, "You...what are you doing here?!"
"Save you, get you out!" Alex quickly untied the rope of the torture rack and tore it off in three strokes. "Let's run, to a place where they can't catch us..."
"Nonsense!" Boggs yelled, "Let's go, let's go!"
But at this moment, the surroundings were surrounded by the guards of the Holy See. They circled around and looked at the young man in front of them who might be carrying a dangerous weapon. No one came forward first.
Alex carried the dying Boggs regardless, looked at the guard in front of him fiercely, and was ready to fight to the death.
A rabbit fights a lion with all his strength.
At least, at the last moment of your life, sing to your heart’s content.
