A gentleman took out his pocket watch and saw that the hour hand pointed to the middle area between 10 o'clock and 11 o'clock.
Following the sound of footsteps, a group of solemn Sun Church members wearing pure white religious robes, gold sun badges and other accessories walked into the square and walked onto the high platform.
Behind them, two "Suppression Bureau" agents who were nearly two meters tall and covered in pitch-black armor were holding a pale-faced blond middle-aged man and restraining him on an iron cross.
A pale-haired Sun Priest was loudly reading out his accusations: "Mirab Cayce... used his career as a private doctor as a cover to secretly steal human organs and study evil classics..."
"No, no... I am just researching special herbal remedies. I just want to save more people... I have a bright heart and have never harmed anyone. I have saved many people. Please...
"
Mirab Cayce was chained to the cross, shouting, crying, begging for mercy...
But no one in the crowd showed mercy to him. Instead, they shouted: "Burn him! Burn the infidel!"
"Let the rays of the sun purify evil spirits!"
…
On the high platform, the old priest continued to read out the charges slowly.
They did not silence the blasphemers and appeared very confident and believed they could control everything.
Below, Aaron is interested in the two people wearing strange colonial costumes.
"The backbone of the Suppression Bureau? Inhuman combat power?"
He looked at Corny.
"Yes... you may find it difficult to believe it, but those 'colonial attires' are ordinary people. After putting on the 'colonial attire', they have strength, speed, and mysterious resistance comparable to inhuman beings! Even if the real inhumans
Even if people exist, they may be besieged to death by them!”
Corny's whole body was trembling slightly: "It is said that this kind of 'colonial costume' is the most outstanding work of the 'alchemists'. They put extraordinary power directly into the hands of ordinary people! As long as ordinary people put on the colonial costume, they can
Obtained strength comparable to that of an inhuman...achieved the feat of mass-producing 'inhumans'!"
"This is impossible..."
Aaron shook his head subconsciously: "Don't I still understand the mysterious system? Extraordinary things must come at a price... Where does the energy for colonial activities come from? How to solve the pollution problem?"
"I don't know, but it is a fact that humanoid weapons like 'colonizers' have been put into actual combat on a large scale by the empire... Otherwise, those large associations would not have been forced to do so miserably. They would have been either wiped out or fled far away."
Corny shook her head.
Aaron was silent.
In the main world, one inhuman combat force can support a secret society.
In the third level of history, inhuman combat power has simply become something that can be produced on an assembly line!
After being trained and wearing colonial clothes, an ordinary person will have inhuman levels of destructive power!
This is a pretty scary thing.
Because the opponent is an empire, huge in size, rich in resources, and has no fear of the death of ordinary soldiers!
As for the secret society, the fourth essence is absolutely middle-level and high-level. If anyone dies, it will be a serious injury and it is difficult to make up for it.
This comparison is that industrialization in the mysterious world crushes the small-scale peasant economy!
Using ordinary people to surround and kill non-human beings, let alone one for one, even five for one, ten for one, the empire will definitely not lose!
If we were simply comparing who could afford to die, the empire had a population of hundreds of millions, but the secret society only had a few members?
This kind of contrast in strength is enough to make anyone feel desperate!
Sure enough, after Kony explained in detail, especially describing the power and quickness of the 'colonizer'... Aaron was not doing well, but Shah Rukh's face was full of despair, and his body was trembling slightly.
The gap between the two sides has become too big to catch up!
In this world, his compatriots may be destined to be slaves for life!
At this time, Aaron raised his head and looked towards the high platform.
"Sinner! Do you confess your sin and repent for it?"
The old white-robed priest stared at Mirab Cayce and asked calmly.
Mirab Cayce had already tasted the taste of mass trial. Under the accusations of thousands of people, he couldn't help but lower his head: "I... I plead guilty, and ask the great Sun God to forgive me... Wuwu... I confess,
I don’t want to die…”
The old priest looked at this scene calmly and said loudly: "The Lord gives us the light! Under the light, there is no shadow and no mercy!"
"Under the light, there is no shadow! There is no mercy!"
In the square, everyone, no matter gentlemen, ladies, butchers, doctors, lawyers, workers... all shouted with fanaticism.
"Hurry up, keep shouting!"
Corny reminded.
In the Inves Empire, everyone is a Sun Cultist, and if you don't follow the crowd, you will immediately become very conspicuous.
In the enthusiastic atmosphere of the crowd, time slowly came to noon.
Aaron looked up and felt that the sun seemed to become brighter.
Light!
A large amount of white light gathered, like a spotlight, falling on the execution platform.
The surrounding temperature continues to rise, baking the air into distortion.
There was obviously no flame, but there was a heat wave that continued to sweep in all directions.
"ah!!!"
Mirab Casey screamed, with burn marks appearing on his body.
He kept contorting his body, but this only caused him more pain.
His skin began to peel off, and large blisters appeared... Finally, pure white flames emerged from his body, erupted from his facial features, and turned his entire body into a pile of ashes.
"May the sun forgive your soul..."
The old priest said his last prayer, came to the ashes, leaned down and picked up a crystal extraordinary legacy.
All the people present bowed their heads and did not dare to look at the cross where sinners were burning.
Even Shah Rukh seemed to be oppressed by this awe-inspiring killing trend and involuntarily lowered his head.
"let's go."
Aaron sighed and left with Shah Rukh and Kony.
…
"It's really boring..."
In the black team of the Suppression Bureau, Baldwin yawned boredly: "In the bureau's files, in the very beginning, every such public execution would attract other blasphemers... Now, such fools
It’s become less and less.”
"This is a matter of course... Now most of the remaining species have fled to the New World, but it is useless. With the victory of the Imperial Army, the entire South Indonesian continent will fall under the control of the Empire sooner or later. Wait until there
Strict rule has also been established, and those rats that only hide in the sewers have nowhere to hide."
Another woman in a trench coat with long legs, smeared with nail polish, answered with a coquettish smile.
"Well, that's right... Huh?"
Baldwin looked at the three people leaving the square and suddenly let out a sigh: "Their behavior was a bit unusual. The eyes of the indigenous slave did not look like a tame slave... and the young man, he did not bow to the priest."
"Are they pagans?"
"Send someone to follow them and check their identity cards. Maybe we can get a little something..."
