Trial Chamber No. 23.
This is the first witch trial court held today.
The first witch to be tried, who was escorted up and tied to the central pillar, was a young girl, who looked only sixteen or seventeen years old. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but she could only make some broken remnants.
In this way, she was sternly sentenced by the guard next to her: "No noise is forbidden in the courtroom! Shut up!"
"She can't hear it," said the bishop sitting above indifferently. "She is a deaf and mute, please put her mouth shut first."
The guard blocked the shrinking girl’s lips with a cotton cloth. She looked at the people around her with a confused and scared expression on her face. She didn’t seem to understand what she was going through, and no one explained to her what was happening. what.
"Your mother defected on the day you were sentenced to be a witch, so we will judge you next, and then we found that you couldn't hear or speak since you were born." The bishop said coldly, not caring about her. I didn’t hear, “There are so many children born in this world, why are you the only one born to be deaf and mute?”
"God never criticizes good people. You are deprived of your hearing and vision. It must be something you have done that makes God angry, and he will punish you."
"For example, you are simply an evil witch born in this world!"
Although I couldn't hear it, the bishop's obvious expression of disgust and accusation still made the girl shook her head in horror subconsciously. Her eyes were full of tears, and she kept shaking her hands, trying to use sign language to justify, but her hands were firmly locked. Bound.
Someone nearby couldn't help but quietly defended the girl: "Master Bishop, this child has stayed at home since he was born and has never gone out because he can't hear him, and he has never done anything bad. It can't be a witch, right? ?"
"No noise is forbidden above the Holy See." The bishop gave this person a cold look. "You defended this witch to be tried. Are you bewitched by this witch and want to be tried together?"
The man shrank his neck and closed his mouth unbearably.
He is the neighbor of the child’s family. He grew up watching the child grow up. After the child’s mother was reported as a witch and the trial was confirmed, both the child and her father were dragged to other trial courts for trial, and they are now above the trial court. There was no one to speak for the child, so after he got the jury qualification, he came to think for a while and could say a few words for the speechless child.
But the facts have proved that in front of the Holy See, there is no difference between being dumb and not being dumb. No matter what you argue, you will be convicted.
"But God is not so cruel." The bishop's words changed. "Originally, a witch like you was to be tested with the holy fire, but now the war is in desperate situation. There are not enough women to digest eels in the country, and the Holy See is not so unreasonable. "
"So we changed the way of testing."
The bishop waved his hand carelessly: "Upper the eel box."
A box full of eels was pushed by the guards to the girl. The girl looked at the box of eels in horror. She seemed to realize what was going to happen and struggled violently.
The bishop is unmoved: "If you can digest this box of eels in court, you can maintain your mind and not be deceived by the devil and become a witch. You swear to be loyal to the Holy See forever, and to clean and digest the eels for all mankind forever, and come to the Holy See to receive it on a monthly basis. The share of eel digestion is almost the amount in front of you, and we can release you without guilt."
Under the bishop’s raising hands, the guards loosened the girl from the pillar, made her kneel in front of the box of eels, pressed her constantly twisting head against the box, and pulled the cloth from her mouth, arrogant and arrogant. Commanded in disgust: "To prove that you are not a witch, start swallowing it."
"Hurry up! There are still a lot of witches to be tried today. Don't waste our time."
The girl's teeth were closed, her eyes were red, her thin shoulders trembled, and she didn't want to speak.
The guard cursed secretly and began to reach out to break her mouth, and force her to start swallowing.
The blood pressure of Mu Sicheng who was hiding in the jury rose sharply, his fists were clenched in an instant, Tang Er's face was so gloomy that it could drip out, and the gun in his hand was loaded.
"Fuck." Mu Sicheng cursed secretly, "Are they beasts?!"
This girl reminded them of Jiayi.
"Do you want to do it?" Mu Sicheng turned to look at Tang Er Da.
Tang Erda calmly shook his head: "Now it's easy to hurt her with the shot, and the guard is too close to her."
"But you can't look at her..." Tang Er paused, "Wait another thirty seconds, if we don't work, we will attack and save people."
Mu Sicheng took a deep breath and made an ok gesture.
"Wait, Master Bishop, before she starts, should I pray for her to be cleansed?" A brisk female voice came, interrupting the guard's action to force the girl to devour the eel.
Mu Sicheng and Tang Erda tensed as soon as they heard this sound, and they suddenly turned their heads and looked over.
The blue-eyed girl with bright golden long curly hair was dressed in a pure white two-color nun's gown, with her hands slightly clenched in front of her as a prayer. She looked at the bishop with bright eyes, and sincerely asked: "Before the interrogation begins, I can Pray for her? This is my job as a nun. Please make sure not to reject me."
After seeing Phoebe’s expression, the bishop's heart beat wildly involuntarily. He almost moved his gaze away from the small piece of bare white skin on Phoebe’s chest and made a gesture of asking. Kowtowing: "Of course you can! If you don't hate the other party for being dirty."
Phoebe smiled sweetly and bowed slightly and bowed: "Thank you, Lord Bishop, for allowing me to request my wayward request."
The bishop was fascinated by the rumored most beautiful new nun. He leaned forward and talked to Phoebe with blurred eyes. He seemed to have forgotten the witch waiting to be judged in the audience: "But how can you Come here so soon? You should still be in Holy See No. 1, and the trial of Holy See No. 1 has not yet begun."
"Really?" Phoebe blinked playfully. "Maybe because of my help, today's trials ended very quickly. The witch trials in the trial court have all ended, Lord Bishop."
"Believe me, today your trial here will end soon."
Phoebe raised the corners of her mouth and walked down, approaching the shivering girl. The arc of her smile was between holy and cruel, and her voice was very soft: "Soon, Master Bishop, you can be like other trials. Like the bishop of the court, he finished his work with my help and went to rest."
"Forever"
The bishop didn't hear Phoebe's words clearly, and asked something in confusion, but Phoebe didn't answer. Instead, he leaped twice and walked down the steps to the girl.
Phoebe raised her hand, and she slowly signed up: "Are you a witch?"
With tears in the girl’s eyes, she looked at Phoebe who came to her with fear and a hint of expectation. This was the first person who was willing to communicate with her after she was caught here. She was about to shake her head to deny it. , But don't know why, the movement of shaking his head suddenly stopped, and the fingers moved, as if he wanted to say something in sign language.
Phoebe raised her eyes and glanced at the guard next to her: "Untie her."
The guard hesitated for a while, but still untied the girl. She was strangled with red marks on her wrists, and tremblingly signed, "I don't know what a witch is."
"I only know that my mother was judged to be a witch."
"If she is a witch, I should be too."
Phoebe squatted down interestingly, and she said in sign language: "The witch is about to be tried by the Holy See and will suffer a lot of torture. How dare you admit that you are a witch in front of me?"
The girl’s tears were so anxious that she quizzed with sign language anxiously and incomprehensibly: "But they say that my mother is a witch!"
"Mom is fine, and the witch should be fine too! Why should the witch be tried!"
"You're right." Phoebe smiled crookedly, and said with a sign. "I don't think there is any need to judge the witch."
After communicating with the girl, Phoebe turned and looked up at the bishop with regret: "My lord, she just admitted that she is a witch."
The bishop was taken aback: "Accept, admit it?"
"Since she admits that she is a witch, she must be burned to death with a sacred flame as usual... Oh no, test her?" Phoebe asked calmly.
"Now that I admit it." The bishop hesitated for a moment. "... Then go to the holy fire."
The torch was piled under the pillar, and the girl was framed back in confusion. The neighbor turned her face away unwillingly and didn't want to watch this cruel scene. Tang Erda and Mu Sicheng looked at each other and prepared to move.
"She can't see or hear. This is a physical disability. This is a punishment given to her by God. She was sentenced to be a witch and burned to hell. After death, her soul was burnt tortured and she was not allowed to go to heaven." Reading the eulogy with compassion, he finally bowed his head and said softly, "May the Lord forgive her for her crime."
The girl should have been very scared when everyone came over with torches, but she looked at Phoebe who was standing right in front of her, not knowing why she felt trance and calm.
She looked at the blond nun with a faint smile, and signed her as if chatting:
"Do you know? They use your physical disability to pronounce you a witch, which is my favorite."
"You remind me of another witch."
"I haven't prayed sincerely for a long time, but today I will make an exception and pray for you."
The nun lowered her long and curled eyelashes to cover her green eyes, and she whispered and prayed innocently: "May the Lord bless her to heaven."
System Tip: Player Phoebe uses skills to pray for the gospel
This skill can confuse all npcs and players in a certain area, let the other party open their hearts to the player, believe in all the actions of the player, have a sense of intimacy with the player, and involuntarily approach the player.
Phoebe spreads huge white wings behind him, and the holy light spreads over the entire church, making people dazzling, with a trance expression, as if indulging in a heavenly dream.
At the moment when the wings protruded behind Phoebe, Tang Erda, a keen old player, grabbed Mu Sicheng, a novice who had not yet reacted, and quickly retreated, quickly jumped onto the side wall of the church, and crawled through the hollow opening at the top. Go out, lie on it and look at the scene inside, avoiding Phoebe's gospel range dangerously and dangerously.
Watching the bishop in the church roll down from his seat and lie down at Phoebe’s feet, the guard suddenly put down the torch and knelt to confess his crimes. The other men knelt on the ground with a dull expression and crawled towards Phoebe, confessing to her in reverence. Sicheng patted his chest with lingering fear: "Wow, this skill is too great, the range is so large."
Tang Erda's face was not pretty, however: "She is stronger than I thought."
… Obviously he is a controlling player, but it seems… Aggressive and aggressive.
The normal control and roaming player should be Mu Ke's kind of deliberately concealing his sense of existence, but Phoebe's presence from the beginning to the end is significantly overdone, which is not a characteristic of the controlling and roaming player.
Phoebe is in control, which is the characteristic of the main attacker and tactician.
"I suspect that she has not only taken on the job of controlling and roaming positions." Tang Erda's tone was calmer, "She may have also taken on the main attacker and tactician."
"Main attacker and tactician?!" Mu Sicheng was a little unbelievable, "Controlling, wandering, tactician, main attacker, this guy has all taken care of it, is she a hexagonal warrior?!"
"She and Bai Liu and Nishen are players in the same stage. They have grown up to be strong enemies. This year is only her first year in the league." Tang Er's tone became more and more low. "No wonder Jiayi wants to assign me to play in the court. Jiayi should have guessed that Phoebe is the main attacker and will come to sweep the court. With her attacking ability, it is estimated that only you and me can hold it."
"This is a tough battle."
In the trial court, Phoebe walked up to the girl unhurriedly, and she untied the rope that bound the girl: "You leave."
"Today's trial has nothing to do with you."
The girl looked at Phoebe's face suddenly, and slapped her sign: "Isn't it a trial of me? Why has nothing to do with me?"
"How can you be judged?" Phoebe shrugged and she smiled, "Of course it is to judge everyone except you. I don't like to judge witches."
The girl looked at Phoebe incomprehensibly, but soon, under the guidance of the gospel, she left obediently, and helped her bewildered neighbor away. Before leaving, the girl looked back at Phoebe, her brain introduced Between being sober and chaotic, I seemed to see Phoebe waved to her, smiled and said in sign language:
"Goodbye, Miss Witch."
Phoebe lowered his eyes, looked at these men crawling on the ground, and ordered softly: "Let me think about it, how do you end it better?"
"I've already used it by burning to death, it's better to just"
The white wings behind Phoebe vibrated lightly, flipped up from the low end, and turned into black bat wings. Her light green eyes darkened, exuding a ghostly fluorescence, and two sharp points appeared at the corners of her mouth. Teeth, two small red horns about one finger long grow on the front of the forehead.
System reminder: Player Phoebe is equipped with a monster book in the form of a witch in hell
Phoebe laughed like a little devil with that innocent face, in a playful and nasty tone: "How can I judge others to go to hell all day, if I haven't seen hell?"
"It's better to let me pray for you to go to hell today. This is also part of the nun's work."
System Tip: Player Phoebe uses the skill hell prayer song
This skill can increase your team's damage by 400%, including yourself, with a time of 15 minutes and a cooling time of two hours.
The entire Holy See was instantly shrouded in black and heavy shadows, and there seemed to be countless wraiths on the ground. The wind burst into the bones, and countless sticky and invisible ghost corpses and skeletons crawled out of the ground. They held the ones that hadn’t The sober man's hands and feet were sucking the other's yang energy face-to-face, and quickly sucking the other person into a skeleton frame.
This hellish scene made Mu Sicheng completely silly: "...What is this?! The information given by Wang Shun, Phoebe does not have this skill! Isn't her great skill a single blood-sucking attack?!"
Tang Er frowned and frowned: "Sure enough, it is the main attack or the range attack. This card is hidden deep enough in the King's Guild. Phoebe has not used this skill in the previous game, and Wang Shun has not obtained internal information. It should be the King's Guild. Hole cards for the playoffs."
After the end of the gospel, the bishop was awake for a short while. Seventeen or eight skeletons grabbed his hands and feet and sucked angrily. His face quickly dried up. He looked at Phoebe standing in the middle of the court in horror, dry and dry. Difficult to ask: "Why...?!"
"Aren't you a nun?!"
"The Holy See has spent so much energy training you, why do you stand on the side of the witch?!"
Phoebe sat on the high trial table and shook her calf. She tilted her head and repeated the bishop's words in a puzzled voice: "Why?"
"It's true that you can win the game as a nun, and it's pretty good."
"But I can win when I stand on the side of the witch. I chose to stand on the side of the witch." Phoebe spread her hands innocently, with a good smile on her face, "That's naturally because I like witches very much."
"Although they are not the same kind of witches, they have the same title and I like them very much."
Phoebe jumped off the adjudication platform and stepped on the bishop’s shriveled head with a smile:
"Moreover, it is too easy to kill a cowardly and dirty man like you, and it won't take me much effort. It's just a matter of convenience. I am willing to do something for my liking."
The bishop stared at Phoebe unwillingly, struggling twice, turning into a skeleton.
"The two people who are peeking." Phoebe stepped on the skull's head carelessly. She raised her head to look at the hollow position at the top of the court, and smiled harmlessly. "You shouldn't think I have a great skill. Is it to kill these insignificant NPCs?"
Tang Er's eyes condensed, and he quickly grabbed Mu Sicheng's shoulders, reversed and jumped, jumping from the top of the Holy See.
At the moment when Mu Sicheng was caught and jumped down, there was a loud blasting sound from behind them. Mu Sicheng raised his head and looked at the huge hollow position they had just hidden. There was a burning man standing there. , Holding a handful of huge bones half human in his hands, flames were also burning on the bones.
System Tip: Player Liu Ji is equipped with Monster Book Identity Burning Weird
System Tip: Player Liu Ji uses the skill Flame Bone Hammer
This skill burns the player's forty points of health and triples the original s-level lethality to reach the ss-level.
Player Liu Ji is in the effective range of the Hell Prayer Song. The increased lethality is quadrupled again, and the lethality is increased to twelve times. A single blow can penetrate the protection of the current top players, causing 20% to 20%. Twenty-five percent of the health damage.
And the dome where they just stood has now been completely smashed open. There is a huge hole on the top of the Holy See, as if it had been bombed by some missile, but within the range of Phoebe’s skills, the Holy See is still shrouded in it. In the darkness, no light can come through.
Liu Ji, who was burning, leaped and jumped down from the hollow of the dome. The bone hammer he was carrying hit the ground heavily, causing a deep depression on the ground. The movement was so loud that Tang Er stood steadily on the ground. Dahe Mu Sicheng was shocked.
It was the first time that Mu Sicheng felt this huge attack and oppression. It was not his illusion that his scalp numbly looked at the burning freak on the opposite side? This guy's attack damage is so high, it feels like he's going to go down halfway after taking an attack health bar.
When I saw Liu Ji in the Rose Factory before, I didn’t feel that way. What happened? !
Tang Er’s back muscles were already tightened completely. He took out the gun and stared at the witch Phoebe standing in front of him: "So this year the King’s Guild did not recruit a main attacker, it’s not that you didn’t prepare a main attacker. The dead horse is used as a living horse doctor, and Liu Ji is your main attacker, but you cooperate. This is your complete main attacker form, isn't it?"
Phoebe's wings vibrated happily, and she carried her hands on her back and smiled briskly: "No."
"But as long as I am here, anyone in our guild can be the main attacker, so no matter how bad people are, with my assistance, they can make beautiful attacks."
Liu Ji who is burning his health:...
Although it is true, but... It hurts, Miss Phoebe qaq.
"I believe you now know where the confrontation between our two sides lies." Phoebe unhurriedly walked towards Tang Er hitting them, the smile on her face looked very friendly, but Tang Er hit and Mu Si Cheng retreated again and again, "We are all the main attackers, and we are also the key attackers in the team."
"That means that the other side will solve the opponent first, and be able to converge with the Muslim Palace's large forces, and use the number advantage to suppress the opponent, whichever side will get the first opportunity to grab the key to the ladder."
"That is to say" Phoebe's wings vibrated and disappeared. The next second, she appeared in front of Mu Sicheng almost out of thin air, held Mu Sicheng's neck, and said coldly, "Which side Cut staff first, and either side will lose."
"Then get rid of the weak newcomers of your main attacking team first."
Mu Sicheng's pupils shrank.
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The two sides are facing each other