After Becoming The Tyrant

Chapter 128: Tomb of the Gods

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After a short break-in, the witches gradually became familiar with the work of the First Pathological Institute of Legrand, and after the plague doctor, they became the second batch of popular assistants. Young medical students were very curious about their magical potions and wanted to study their special abilities.

The witches feel that they have to face 100,000 whys here every day:

- How did you manage to fly on a broom

- Fairy tales say you can curse people and turn them into frogs, is that true

- What is the difference between the frog structure and the normal frog

In the face of colleagues who are full of curiosity with thick notes, witches always have an illusion, as if they are looking after some amazing curious baby... or the kind with exceptionally powerful action and destructive power.

By the way, under the infection of the lunatics, the witches quickly got rid of their fear of the stake.

In addition, because they were once wanted, many of them were actually holding a stake, which attracted the envy and admiration of some young researchers.

When the witch leader, who has been carrying the life and death of his clan for a long time, always felt that something was wrong when he memorized the hundreds of laboratory rules.

When she turned her head, she saw a young witch on a broom, flying high and low, young researchers applauding her in the yard; the plague doctor followed a witch through the long laboratory corridor ; The minister, Mr. Apothecary, frowned and asked some witches with "Witch's Hammer"; more witches were wearing clean and new robes, standing in front of the test bench, either reciting the experimental code as hard as she did, or already started to cook Potions…

There are no judges in black, no mithril crosses, no hounds stalking the night.

It was a happy time the witches never dreamed of.

With their cooperation, the pharmacist quickly wrote a book diametrically opposed to The Witch's Hammer.

In the words of Mr. Duna, the pharmacist, writing this book was the most time-wasting thing he ever did, because anyone whose brains haven't been eaten by ghouls should have seen one of The Witch's Hammers. Time feels an insult to IQ.

It was at this time that the knight commander in charge of guarding the First Pathological Institute of Legrand conveyed the king's order.

Your Majesty wants to see them.

The king received the witch representatives not in a formal setting, but in the name of hunting, in the royal forest outside the city of Metzl.

Spring has come, and the thick snow in the forest has melted into babbling brooks that flow over dark stones. The forest outside the city of Metzl is called "Cissell", which means the place where the stars fell in Old Legrand. The Sisel Forest is recognized as the most beautiful forest in Legrand, and this is the season for early hunting.

The king, wearing a coat with diamond pins and a riding suit, rode unhurriedly down the path full of shreds of sunshine.

The witch leader followed the king and whispered to the king about the current situation in Blasey.

The witch Avery arrived in Metzl City last night. From the witch's mouth, the king knew why they were so embarrassed in front of the Holy Court.

The power of witches comes from the legendary ancient snake in the far north. In their belief, the ancient snake in the far north is the snake of the world. It is entrenched at the end of the world and breeds life in the almost barren ice field. After the end of the legend, the gods disappeared from the earth, and the ancient snakes also sank into the sea of ice. Their strength lost their support and became rootless.

This is where the inexorable relationship between the witch and the Holy Court originated.

In the faith and legend of the Holy Court, the serpent is sin and the origin of all evil.

However, being able to escape from the Holy Empire under the strict pursuit of the Holy Court Tribunal has already shown that the strength of these witches is not weak. From the king's order to see them, to the arrival of the witch leader in Metzl, less than two days had passed.

"How did you do it?"

the king asked.

"Your Majesty, although most of the legends are absurd, some of them are not without foundation." The witch leader smiled, "We can indeed fly on a broom, but we must be very careful, because the night sky is not only ours, it is also a little dark. of its kind also hovering in the sky."

"Does everyone fly as fast as you?"

the king asked thoughtfully.

"It has something to do with magic, Your Majesty," replied the witch, remembering one thing, and handing over to the king the book attacking "The Witch's Hammer" that the Apothecary had brought her.

The king took the book and looked at it: "What is it called?"

"The Enchanted World."

The witch whispered, her voice sad.

She remembered the country where there were many stakes on the other side of the Abyss Strait, a country that mad believers were looking for day and night. The self-proclaimed kingdom of God is constantly throwing innocents into the fire, while plague doctors are haunted, and Legrand, who travels in hell, is sheltering those who want to live... Isn't this world crazy

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

The witch chief said gratefully.

They have fled all the way, and have seen too many innocent ordinary people die because of ridiculous witch hunts, and these people's deaths are like heavy boulders on them. If only this book could wake some people up from their frenzy.

It's just something that has always puzzled the witch leader. The fanatical believers can't tell who is the real witch, but the judges of the Holy Court must know, and they must know that most of the people who are burned are innocent, so why do they want to What to do

When the king heard the question from the witch leader, he smiled slightly, with a chill in his smile.

"Because of domination."

He answered softly.

The establishment of the Holy Empire relies on too many miracles, so they can only continue on the road of faith. And the problems a country has to face goes far beyond religion itself. In politics, even God has to give in and benefit. The Holy Court's army is not a true army of angels. It does not need money or food. Whether it is to transfer the burden or to transfer the contradiction, the Holy Empire must find a target for people to vent.

Throughout the ages, such victims of anger have always been weak.

Women, excluded peoples... always.

Discrimination leads to exclusion, exclusion leads to violence, and finally turns into a ridiculous tragedy.

"The Enchanted World... is a good name."

The king touched the title page of the book lightly, and then handed it over to the house chief beside him.

The witch leader didn't know what the king was thinking, but she could hear the sadness and sadness in his words. The suffering and fate of the witch family passed before her eyes. She seemed to understand something vague on the faces of the haggard people for more than a thousand years. s answer.

"Okay." The king ended the topic and turned to another matter, "You are from the Holy Empire, do you know anything about Mr. Pope?"

"A suggestion." The head of witches with brown hair said to the king hesitantly after telling his knowledge of the Pope, "Perhaps you can ask your theologians to attack the 'House of the Pope' first. It Yes… "

The witch looked for words, and she seemed unable to express herself accurately for a while.

"It's probably the most dangerous crown to you... The world shouldn't have two crowns of equal brilliance."

She seemed to be afraid of something and dared not say it too clearly.

The king didn't blame her either, but remembered what the devil said before he left—warning the pope.

Is it because of this

he thought, then asked if the witch chief had any opinion on Ferry III.

"Ferry III?" The witch leader seemed to have thought of something from the king's previous question. She frowned and hesitated for a moment, "I think, I may know a little bit of the reason-about why the Pope is so persistent in wanting to let Ferry Li III died."

"Tell me."

The leaves of the bushes in front swayed, and the king took off his bow from behind, drew an arrow to the string, and asked casually.

"It's a very shameful thing. Ferry III once contacted us and wanted to join forces with us." The witch leader looked a little embarrassed. Not sure what the king's attitude towards Ferry III was, he could only choose the words carefully, "We were being chased by the Trial Bureau at that time, so we refused."

"What does he want to do?"

the king asked.

"He seems to want..." The witch leader tried to recall, showing a somewhat puzzled look, "He wants to open the tomb of the gods."

The iron arrow burst out of the air.

In the bushes in the distance, a stag jumped out of the bushes and fell with a thud, with a long arrow nailed into its forehead.

The king turned to look at the witch: "The tomb of the gods?"

The Pennine Mountains are covered with snow all year round. This is the last boundary in the northwest of Blaisey, and further ahead is the vast Arctic ice field. On the "cloth of the world", the polar ice sheet was filled by geographers with a vast white, ancient pythons and giant snakes coiled on it.

Unlike Legrand's Ingres pristine mountains, the Arctic Icefield is truly barren.

Those who can live there are madmen except beasts.

Ferry III panted, leaning against the trunk of a black pine tree, the wind blowing, and the snow on the pine leaves rustled. He could hear the tired breathing of the guards around him. Everyone was so tired that they seemed to be going to sleep at any moment. He was able to get here with the last bit of anger and unwillingness to support him.

The Knights of the Temple were stationed on a hill not far from them, and the bonfires of the enemy camp could be seen in the dark night.

This period of time was the most embarrassing time in Ferry III's life.

Ferry III didn't dare to close his eyes, as soon as he closed his eyes, hot blood splattered on his face, his teacher Carl roared at him and told him to run away.

He was once a proud monarch, but now he has to live on the blood of fleeing and cronies, without dignity and pride, just to survive by unscrupulous means.

like a coward.