Even if the Glutton was crying, the execution was to begin as usual.
The white - robed deacon who presided over the pyre read out the church's antiquated dogma that had remained unchanged for hundreds of years to the on - looking crowd and pronounced the crimes of the three wild witches on the stage.
The specific execution of the punishment was carried out by the black - robed deacon!
The North Wind Sanction was a divine spell that every deacon could perform. By chanting, they could summon the divine flames to burn the enemies of the church.
It was euphemistically called purification!
The first to be executed was the Glutton. Ever since he witnessed his friend being burned alive by the church, he had developed a phobia of the church, the central square, and everything related to the cyan flames.
So he lived as carefully as he could, but unexpectedly, he was betrayed in the end and ended up in such a situation.
He was angry, angry at this damned world!
He was disgusted, disgusted with the damned term "wild witch"!
He hated, hated the church, the on - looking crowd, and everything that made up this hateful world!
But what could he do? He could do nothing but cry!
Just two days ago, he had seen the hope of changing his fate, but now, that hope was surely gone.
Suddenly, he remembered what Horn had said when he left that day!
So, before he died, let himself vent without being so cowardly once!
The Glutton suddenly stopped crying and shouted with all his might:
"One day, the churches on the ground will collapse, the kingdoms in the sky will crash, and the high - and - mighty gods will surely fall!
By then,
Only magic will endure in the world!"
His voice was very loud. The black - robed deacon who was carrying out the execution was stunned, and the on - looking crowd also stopped cheering.
Azalea also stopped sobbing and shouted along.
Coffee and Wyvern, who had their heads down, glanced at each other, forced a faint smile on their lips, raised their heads, stared directly at the on - looking crowd without evasion, and shouted loudly!
Since they had no chance of survival, they would let the last moment of their lives shine with a spark that could burn the church!
"What is magic? Are they going crazy because they're about to die? Hahaha, burn them quickly, don't let these lunatics shout anymore."
The white - robed deacon who was presiding over the pyre quickly shouted at the black - robed deacon who was carrying out the execution.
The voices of the on - looking crowd, which had been stunned, resumed and became even louder! It seemed that they wanted to drown out the voices of the four wild witches on the stage!
These four wild witches seemed different from the previous ones. What was magic?
No one had ever heard of it!
They must be crazy!
This pyre was the same as before in that the wild witches would eventually be burned to death.
But there was also a difference. These wild witches didn't plead sorrowfully at the moment of death, nor were they numb and indifferent, nor did they curse in despair!
Instead, they kept shouting loudly,
Only magic endures!
Although they were smiling, somehow, a chill lingered in the hearts of all the on - looking crowd, including the deacons.
It was as if something was born at this moment!
In the flames, the four wild witches lost their lives.
Below the stage, Horn clenched his fists tightly, and it seemed that flames were spitting out of his eyes. He was almost out of control!
Only magic endures in the world!
At this moment, perhaps because of the four wild witches' declaration before death, perhaps because of his terrifying childhood memories, perhaps because of the church's continuous oppression of wild witches over the years, or perhaps because of the stories that old Douglas had always told him.
All these things intertwined in Horn's heart!
A thought that had been lingering in Horn's heart suddenly germinated at this moment!
He would resist!
He would overthrow the church, overthrow the gods, and overthrow everything that persecuted all wild witches!
He would establish,
A kingdom for wild witches!
Annie put her hand on Horn's clenched fist. She was worried that Horn would do something irrational.
With Annie's soothing, Horn's emotions gradually calmed down. He didn't do anything out of line because a thought had taken root in his heart!
Horn's emotions had settled down. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, suddenly his pupils shrank sharply, and his breathing became rapid again!
He saw a person,
The Troll!
He was standing behind the North Wind Knights in chains!
He looked listless, but,
There was a venomous smile on his face!
Horn stared at the Troll for a long time and then left the central square.
He couldn't bear to watch anymore!
He was afraid that if he continued to watch, he would directly cast a fireball to kill that traitor!
Anyway.
He must die!
It was late at night. The moon was covered by thick black clouds, just like the gloomy and lightless mood of the wild witches.
At this time, they were all gathered at the new stronghold, Marshmallow's home.
Marshmallow had a very nice voice. Presumably, her face under the mask was also very beautiful. She had inherited a small restaurant from her parents, but she had no intention of running it.
Because the identity of a wild witch had always been like a big rock weighing on her heart!
There were eighteen people at the gathering three days ago, but there were only ten at this gathering three days later!
"Those four didn't die in vain!" Match said in a deep voice. He didn't sound very old, but he had a fiery temper. The betrayal of the Troll and the burning of the four companions had hit him hard!
"But what can we do even if they didn't die in vain? We're just wild witches!" It was Stone who was speaking.
"That's right. We're wild witches, but now we're different! We're stronger than before!"
Black Dog stood up and said. He was holding a very crudely - made walnut stick in his hand. Presumably, he had tested his magic.
The wild witches who had learned spells had greatly increased in strength. Along with the strength came confidence and self - esteem. Now they were not willing to see four of their fellow wild witches burned to death!
But the opposing side also made a lot of sense. So what if they had become stronger? The whole world was their enemy. With their current strength, they simply didn't have the ability to confront the church!
The wild witches had different opinions and stuck to their own views. Both sides had some valid points.
Enoch was also very angry. He was abusing a small piece of wood with a dagger. He wanted to take revenge but didn't voice his opinion because he listened to Horn.
Annie had no opinion of her own. As long as Horn made a decision, she would follow him.
Horn hid himself in his large black robe, closed his eyes and pondered, rubbing his hands constantly. There was a big idea in his mind.
After a while, the wild witches with the two different opinions were tired of arguing and all looked at Horn.
Horn was the most powerful among them, and he had shared such precious knowledge with them. Horn held a very important place in their hearts!
"What do you think?" Ian Parker asked Horn. He tried to probe Horn's thoughts, but he didn't know how to understand what he detected.
Horn opened his eyes, and a faint electric spark flashed in them. The flames in the room also swayed violently.
He said in a deep voice:
"Do you have the guts to do something big with me!"