Rebel Demon King

Chapter 885 Asgard and the Book of Wisdom (31)

(Thanks to the big guy "Yao Lan Po Yue Xuan" for his one alliance and two rudders, the update of almost [-] words, to make up for yesterday's broken update)

2020年12月19日，晚23:30。

Cheng Mo activated the carrier and entered Asgard. The place where he went offline at noon was in the mouse hole where Anna was hiding. However, when he returned here twelve hours later, Anna had disappeared.There was no light in the room, only a beam of moonlight leaked from the cramped window and shone on the table. The faint light covered the spread Bible. The thick parchment Bible was tied to the table by a copper chain. There are still uneaten food residues beside them. Two swarthy rats are feasting on the red sausage and white bread. Their greed prevents them from awe of the Creator at all, and they are not aware that there is an extra piece of moonlight in the square to bring The shadow of their death.

Almost for a moment, the two mice felt strange and raised their heads. The transparent ice edge covered their shiny bodies. Asgard lost two big mice and two more ice sculptures that looked like works of art. .

Cheng Mo glanced at the ice sculpture, where even the hairs were clearly visible one by one. The existence of the mouse made it impossible for him to judge how long Anna had been away from the consumption of food.Cheng Mo turned around and bent down, looked under the bed stuck on the edge of the wall, the doctor's beak coat was still there.Judging from this situation, Anna should not have been taken away, but left by herself.

No matter how Anna disappeared, Cheng Mo would not be surprised, he had already planned for it.Cheng Mo squatted down, reached out and dragged out the beak mask and leather jacket from under the bed. After putting them on, Cheng Mo teleported out of the mouse hole.

At noon, Cheng Mo experimented. After he put on the beak mask and the beak coat, Anna could see him, so he was not an "NPC" in Asgard after he put on the beak suit. The invisible state of the spirit body, but the visible state, but the shape is very horrifying.

There was no snow that night, and the moon hanging in the sky was like a silver pancake. There was no light pollution in the Middle Ages. The high sky was like a deep blue sea, and the stars were like sparkling fine waves.

While walking towards the castle, Cheng Mo issued an order in the group as the deputy team leader, asking Du Leng to choose [-] students not to join the mission team of the Sunflower Banner, but to immediately enter Christian Field to assist him Block the stargate.

It seems that Cheng Mo's order is very unreasonable, because the vast majority of the Tai Chi Dragon Asgard battle group has joined the Sunflower Banner mission team, and those who have just gone online and have not had time to join are basically all weak junior cadets.Cheng Mo said that leading a group of junior students to block the star gate is a bit mentally retarded and funny.However, after the meeting in the morning, no one raised any objections. Instead, there was a tacit understanding that everyone regarded it as a silent joke.

Du Leng, who was beaten by Cheng Mo for a long time, seems to have accepted the fact that Cheng Mo is better than him, and soon took the initiative to send a private message to Cheng Mo, asking Cheng Mo in a flat tone what he should do.

Du Leng's businesslike attitude was within Cheng Mo's expectations, and he did not pretend to be superior, but said in an ordinary tone: "Now you lead people into Christian Field and find the prison where the witches are held." .”

Du Leng immediately responded "OK", and Cheng Mo said: "Also, please pay attention to a 1.6-meter-tall NPC girl with a slender figure and blond hair, about thirteen or fourteen years old, who looks a bit like Miranda Kerr." , Someone saw her immediately followed, and then told me the location."

Apparently Cheng Mo's strange order surprised Du Leng, but he didn't ask why, he just answered "Yes" after a while.

Cheng Mo was satisfied with Du Leng's attitude, so he said "keep in touch" and walked through the market on the filthy snow covered with garbage, and walked to the vicinity of the castle.On the back side of the castle is a meandering river. In the washed moonlight, the black river is sparkling.

Standing in the dark, Cheng Mo looked at the river, and then raised his eyes to look at the tall city wall made of boulders. Compared with the main entrance, there were many guards, and there was no one guarding the back of the cliff-like castle.For Cheng Mo, such a wide river and such a high city wall are far from being an insurmountable moat.He lightly jumped over the gurgling river, grabbed the raised stones of the high wall, kicked off, and jumped straight to the second floor of the castle.

In medieval castles, in order to prevent robbers and enemies, there were no windows on the lower floors, and the small windows could only be seen at least three floors above. Therefore, the higher the status of the person, the higher the natural living.Cheng Mo lay on the city wall like a gecko and looked up for a while, then climbed obliquely to the high window where the light was still on.Lighted was an open mullioned window of the thirteenth century at the top of one of the lowest pointed towers, with clusters of ever taller towers above the castle, and a long narrow arched doorway. It leads all the way to the inner spiral staircase of the castle, and Cheng Mo can go down the spiral staircase automatically without looking at it to reach the courtyard.

Cheng Mo crawled to the window and listened carefully. There was an incomprehensible dialogue, but when it reached his ears, it instantly turned into subtitle-like notes.

"Sir, are you really not celebrating Christmas in the castle? This is the big day for the baptism of the little town lord." The old voice and humble tone were most likely the housekeeper.

"Hey! If possible, I don't want to leave on such a day." The sigh of Lord Leohard and a rough voice came from inside.

"Can't the bishop tell you something? It's really unreasonable to ask people to go out at Christmas! You are the lord of Christianfield. In this city, you are greater than the king. How can he treat you like this?" !” said the steward.

"I have no choice but to go out for Christmas. It's not that the bishop is making things difficult for me. I have to lead the army to send 666 witches to Gisfield Abbey before Christmas." After a pause, Lord Leohard whispered in frustration, "Actually Going out for Christmas is not so bad, the bad thing is that the church people caught the Delorme raiser and said she was a witch. I can't believe how that poor, kind and beautiful person can be a witch."

"Sir, wouldn't it be a good thing to catch her? Isn't this the right time for you to rescue her? Your heroic behavior will definitely be favored by those who raised Delorme." The butler said flatteringly.

"I think so too, but the person who raised Delorme hid books about anatomy, how could the church tolerate this behavior, and she will be tried in the square tomorrow, and she will be judged as heresy in public"

"This, this." The old housekeeper probably didn't know what to do. He said "this" twice before he said in embarrassment, "Why don't I bring the gold to see the bishop now, or we can buy more indulgences, maybe the bishop The adults will be lenient."

"It's useless, the bishop is determined to set an example for the one who raised Delorme. If this matter is done well, he may be transferred to Amiens (French commercial center) to be the bishop, which is comparable to ours. It is much richer to plant oil and water in poor and remote areas.”

"Well, I can only say that this is the arrangement of the Creator."

"It's not that there is no chance at all. The bishop will not follow me to Gisfield Abbey. Maybe I can replace the Delorme lifter on the way."

"Master!" The housekeeper shouted anxiously, "You must not do this, if the church finds out, it will be"

"I know! Ralph," Leohard said dissatisfiedly, "I will be careful. Besides, except for a dozen monks, the rest of the team are all my people. We have to escort 666 people to Gisfield Monastery." , It’s too easy to replace someone in the middle, but what if she is discovered? It’s really impossible to pretend that someone saved her, I’m Leohard of Christianfield”

"Master, you must think twice! Opposing the church is no joke," the butler trembled.

"Don't worry about it, help me prepare a woman who looks similar to the one raised by Delorme, and then ask Aachen to take her and secretly follow behind the team!"

"Master" the butler's voice was urgent.

"You should do this job well tomorrow." Castellan Leohard interrupted the old butler's persuasion, and said decisively, "After this is done, I will not treat Aachen badly, and give him the status of a knight." .”

"Master." Although the housekeeper still had doubts, his voice softened.

"Go! Go to bed early."

Amidst the rapid breathing, the room gradually fell silent. After a while, there was the sound of closing the door, followed by the whisper of Lord Leohard: "Maybe I should ask Sage Jacques to check the astrology. Prayers are not trustworthy." , Is astrology credible? Even poor people like the one raised by Delorme wanted to be burned to death. Why did the Creator release such a terrible plague? Why should the pious lamb be punished so harshly?"

Lord Leohard fell into great confusion, but his hesitant whispers stopped amidst the sound of pacing.It's just that the city lord, who was wearing a cotton coat, keenly felt that the cold wind that had been pouring in from the window had disappeared.Also, there is a huge bird-like shadow on his log-colored oak table, and the sharp beak is not human at first glance.Leohard was startled, he subconsciously pulled out the small sword pinned to his waist, turned around and shouted angrily, "Who?"

Standing on the window sill, Cheng Mo looked down at the stout city lord through the crystal lens. His hands holding the small sword trembled, as if he could barely hold the sword firmly. Cheng Mo, who was wearing a bright black leather cloak, wanted to move his eyes away, but he didn't dare.

The moment Leohard opened his mouth to shout, Cheng Mo raised his hand and flicked his fingers, ripples visible to the naked eye surged in the air, and the city lord suddenly seemed to be strangled by someone's neck, not only could he not make a sound, but also had a terrifying feeling The suffocation enveloped him.

"Leohard, I admire your courage to show up to meet you, don't do stupid things and force me to give you death." Cheng Mo imitated a kind of high and cold, whispering like a god descended from the world.

If it were a modern person, this pretentiousness might be laughable, but Cheng Mo would not, he is very devoted, and at such a moment he still does not forget to use his skills to agitate the heavy leather robe, creating a feeling of ecstasy .

At this moment, Cheng Mo looked like Gandalf in his mind, but in Leohard's eyes, Cheng Mo was a terrible devil like a vampire.He wanted to make a sound, but he couldn't make any sound. Leohard felt that his eyeballs were about to burst from their sockets, and the irresistible shadow of death was getting closer.

Seeing that Leohard seemed to have reached the limit, Cheng Mo pretended to wave his hand, restrained Leohard's invisible hand and disappeared without a trace, and with a "bang", the small sword in Leohard's hand hit the ground , Leohard, whose face was flushed, knelt down, propped his hands on the cold floor, panting heavily.

The inconceivable strength and the strange appearance of Cheng Mo made Leohard completely lose the courage to resist. After his breathing calmed down a bit, he suppressed his panic and asked in a trembling voice: "Your Excellency. Who is it?"

"I am Archangel Michael!" Cheng Mo said coldly, pretending to be a ghost is the most effective choice to scare a medieval city tycoon, not to mention that in the ruins, he can indeed be called a god.

Leohard prostrated himself on the floor and said in horror: "Master Michael, please forgive me for disrespecting the Creator? I sincerely repent to you. Lord Michael, please let me go, you need I promise you any sacrifices."

Leohard's words were somewhat incoherent, but Cheng Mo didn't mind, he whispered: "The Creator has always been tolerant to the lost lambs, not to mention you have been deceived by the church. My coming represents the Creator stealing authority from the church The plague is just a small punishment, but I never thought that the church would dare to hold a ceremony to summon demons.” After a pause, Cheng Mo said in a deep voice, “Leohard, as the Lord’s knight, you must prevent this from happening. "

"I'm just a little city lord. The crusaders obey the orders of the church. I, I... have limited abilities." Leohard didn't dare to raise his head. He was really shivering like a lamb in the cold wind. Apparently he didn't believe that Cheng Mo, who looked like a demon, would be Archangel Michael.

Cheng Mo didn't mean to convince Leohard, he said coldly: "You have no choice, if you dare not obey my order, I will send down divine punishment, and your whole family will be cursed by the plague forever. After a short pause, Cheng Mo lowered his tone, "Of course, if you are loyal and brave, you will get everything you want."

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After intimidating Lord Leohard, Cheng Mo used teleportation to disappear into the study of the Lord Lord, as if he had never been there before, and returned to the town from the castle. Cheng Mo asked Du Leng if he had found the location of the prison , he didn't directly ask where Leohard's prison is, naturally because how could a god still have something to ask a mortal.

Soon Du Leng sent Cheng Mo the coordinates, saying that it was probably in this area.Cheng Mo immediately sneaked into the darkness, and rushed towards the other side of the town. He didn't dare to be too ostentatious to attract the attention of other Chosen Ones, so he could only cautiously shuttle through the streets and alleys. Du Leng has found the exact location of the prison.

Cheng Mo found a place to hide Doctor Beak's mask and coat, and went straight to the prison. When he arrived at the prison, Cheng Mo didn't ask Du Leng and the others to go in together, but told them to continue looking for Anna. It's not that important, but Cheng Mo must arrange something for these new students to keep them busy and nervous.

Cheng Mo entered the prison alone. The entrance of the prison was a spacious stone hall. The hall was arranged like a trial court. An inquisitor wearing a squirrel fur was sitting on a high platform in the hall. There is a huge scale under the scale, and a copy of "The Hammer of the Witch" is placed on one side of the balance. Women in disheveled clothes, wearing handshakes and shackles, come out of the arches next to them, and are pushed up one by one by the impatient jailers. When the end of the balance where the "Hammer of the Witch" is placed is tilted high, the Inquisitor sitting on the high platform will say loudly: "Guilty!"

"My lord! I am not a witch! How can a person be lighter than a book?" The woman who was torn off by the jailer from the scale shouted loudly.

The magistrate glanced at the woman and said indifferently: "Do you have any objection to my judgment?"

The woman knelt down and begged in a low voice: "My lord, I am really not a witch. I am just a poor widow. My husband was a sailor. He died on the way back. All my neighbors can testify that I still have a wife." A five-year-old child." Speaking of the child, the woman began to cry, "My child is still alone in the room, I don't know if there is any kind person to give him something to eat. I beg you, my lord."

"Don't use words to confuse a magistrate." The magistrate showed no sympathy for the woman's entreaties. He turned his head and said to the jailer beside him, "Since you have not pleaded guilty, let's go to prison!"

A fat and tall jailer answered "Yes, my lord", and picked up a vise-like tool with ease. He kicked the woman to the ground like an animal, then stepped on the woman's back, The tool gripped the thumbs of her hands tied behind her back.The prison guard’s expression is not ferocious. It can be said that his face is full of flesh and blood. He tightens the screw on the top of the tool like he is slaughtering a pig every day. Then the splint holding the woman’s thumb is gradually clamped, and the woman begins to feel pain. Screaming, she wanted to struggle, but was trampled to death by the jailer, so she could only writhe around under the guard's feet, like a giant shrimp.

Cheng Mo watched everything happen like a ghost, he clenched his fists involuntarily, the sound of splints cracking his nails was like a thorn in the soft flesh of his heart, although it didn't hurt, it was extremely uncomfortable, The woman's body was convulsing, large beads of dirty sweat flowed down from the woman's wet temples, and fell on the gray stone floor, her weak and dry howling, the piercing sound like a cat scratching glass penetrated the entire hall .

The sound was like a spear, piercing through Cheng Mo's body from Tianling Gai, nailing him in place.

However, the magistrate sitting on the high platform was impatient for such a human tragedy. He frowned and said, "Don't waste time, there are still so many people to interrogate, hurry up."

"Yes, my lord." The jailer who was also sweating profusely tightened the screw, and the woman's fingers began to spurt blood, blood splashed everywhere, on the floor, on the jailer's clothes, and on the woman herself. She fainted from the pain, but the blissful dizziness was too short, and someone at the side immediately woke her up with cold water.

"Are you pleading guilty?" asked the judge.

"My lord, I'm really not a witch." The woman raised her face as white as paper, her voice was weak, she kept trembling, and she didn't know whether her trembling was from pain or cold.

"It seems that your punishment is not enough." The judge said coldly. He raised his finger and pointed to the neatly arranged torture devices on one side of the hall, including nail chairs, ladder racks, ice buckets, and red-hot irons. , and iron Spanish boots. "If you don't confess, there will be a stronger test waiting for you."

Cheng Mo saw Spanish boots when he visited the history museum. He remembered that there were explanations and engravings in the glass cabinet displaying Spanish boots. This kind of torture device used boot-shaped clamps to clamp the criminal's feet, and gradually tightened the screws to compress the feet. Both feet, resulting in calf and ankle fractures.If the prisoner was stubborn and refused to confess, a wooden wedge was hammered into the jig to cause more intense pain.With this kind of punishment, even if he survives by chance, his legs will be disabled for life.

"O Creator! Help me!" The woman was crying at the top of her lungs, Cheng Mo was in a trance, he looked down at the innocent woman, the jailer clamped the woman's left thumb again, and the screams resounded throughout the hall again.He couldn't bear to continue watching, turned around and walked towards the arch, and a woman's confession sounded from behind.

"Next," the magistrate called, and another woman in the arch was pushed onto the scales, placed on a weight she could never bear.

Cheng Mo saw a large group of women in ragged clothes lined up in the long corridor behind the arch. They were all crying. If they cried a little louder, they would be whipped by the prison guards, or they would be kicked and punched immediately. Check their faces.There are also those who are deliberately looking for fun. The jailers pretended to be angry and roared out a series of orders. They stripped their clothes in the cold winter months and made them naked for inspection. Low-pitched sobs echoed in the corridor, tears almost drowned Cheng Mo up.

Cheng Mo seemed to have entered hell, and even hell was nothing more than that. The concentration camps during World War II were benevolent in comparison.He has always been aware of the cruelty of human beings, but seeing what happened in the prison with his own eyes, he still felt chills all over his body.Cheng Mo felt that he had really become a ghost. He silently walked past the women in line, trying to find Mrs. Delorme, but the cold knowledge in his mind jumped out.

According to reliable records, at least 30 people died at the stake in Europe during the period from the end of the fifteenth century to the beginning of the eighteenth century (some people estimate that as many as one million people).

Compared with the Black Death, this large-scale massacre was the real darkness of the Dark Middle Ages. Thick black smoke rose from the fire of the witches and floated into the sky of Europa, covering the sky. Uninterrupted, never resting.The 666 people here right now are just a small part of them. Just thinking about this scene makes one shudder.

The reasons for this massacre are very complicated. The most important reason is that in order to maintain the rule of the Europa continent, the church transferred the conflict between the ruling class and the bottom to women.And the reason why women are slaughtered is only because women are weak as a group
This practice of passing on contradictions has lasted for nearly a thousand years. Even today, you can still see such a scene, just like politicians in some countries propagandize who is taking your jobs, but they don’t mention the capitalists’ treatment of the bottom people. exploit.

Cheng Mo realizes that historians are right, that barbarism and political brutality are epidemics in human affairs, and that no era is immune.We have been exterminating our own species from time immemorial, all the way through the colonial massacres of the 19th and 20th centuries, and the ensuing relentless destruction of natural and animal resources.

We thought that civilization could change the evil in the hearts of human beings, but we found that barbarism and violence were wrapped in another shape by civilization, and presented on the scene of the times.

The massacre of Indians, Jews, and Chinese people is not a complete end. Human beings waved their butcher knives while reflecting, and drove the darkness to the deserts of the Middle East, to the Amazon basin, and to the forests of Africa.The mourning of the victims is isolated from the mainstream media; the atrocities of torture are raging in the streets separated from the theaters and museums.

In fact, we are all products of the era of the Holocaust.

During the day we sit in the cubicle, sit in the classroom, go to work and study.We listen to music, the magnificent symphony or the eloquent pop; we read books, the great "War and Peace" or the pretentious "Tiny Times", no matter what kind, we all think that we are civilized modern people .

However, on the Internet, we can wave our keyboards without hesitation and start massacring dissidents.

Ideological massacre.

As for the billions of people in this world who live in a situation where food and clothing cannot be solved, who cares?As for those who live in war, in slums, at the bottom of the pyramid, who don't even have access to the Internet, who cares?
Weak people don't deserve attention.

They were heavily pressed at the bottom of the pyramid.

I can't even shout.

Cheng Mo walked through the long corridor, he saw countless dull, sad and frightened eyes, he kept telling himself that all this was an illusion, he was just walking in a long and endless movie.

However, Cheng Mo knew very well that the self-comforting words were just pretentious words. He continued to walk forward, looking for Mrs. Delorme, and he couldn't wait to know why he should witness all this.

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When Cheng Mo found Mrs. Delorme, it was early in the morning. She was locked alone in a water cell in the basement. There was nothing in the cell, only black waist-high dirty water. He tied an iron collar and tied him inside the cell.He teleported out of the prison immediately, put on Doctor Beak's coat and mask and teleported back to the prison dungeon again.

Mrs. Delorme, who leaned against the wall and closed her eyes, raised her head and looked in the direction of Cheng Mo, silently watching Cheng Mo's dark shadow under the torch.Obviously, Ms. Delorme was not surprised by the sudden appearance of Dr. Bird's Beak, and watched Cheng Mo walk to the wooden fence with a calm face.

Cheng Mo looked at the sluggish Mrs. Delorme. Although she was not in good condition, it was obvious that she had not suffered inhuman abuse.Ms. Delorme is quite handsome, and she maintains a certain elegance even in the prison cell. Her hairstyle is not messy, nor does she let the water wet her golden wheat-like long hair, so it is tied around her neck and is rusty. The iron rings are not like imprisonment but decoration.

Seeing that Ms. Delorme's eyes followed his steps to the fence, Cheng Mo said in French: "Ms. Delorme, do you know what I'm here for?"

Ms. Delorme didn't panic, she didn't show any expression of fear, and she didn't prostrate on the ground begging Cheng Mo for forgiveness or redemption. She just changed her standing posture, stared at Cheng Mo standing outside the fence and said in a low voice : "Master Judge, I know, you have come to take away the "Book of Wisdom" and the method to read it."

"How do you know I belong to the Judge?"

"I made this jacket of the judge according to the method in the "Book of Wisdom". I have received a revelation from God, and one day a real judge will wear it and talk to me."

"How do I get the Book of Wisdom and how to read it."

"The "Book of Wisdom" must be in your hands, and the way to read it is to have the 'Singer's Horn'."

Cheng Mo was about to ask himself how to get the "Singer's Horn", when he heard heavy footsteps from the other side of the dungeon gate, Cheng Mo immediately teleported to the roof, and immediately he heard rough noises coming from the dungeon. voice: "Witch Delorme, come out! Let me open your shackles, the angels have captured 666 witches, and you will be judged!"

Then came the sound of unshackles from the dungeon, and an insincere blessing: "Congratulations, the bishop will personally preside over the trial ceremony for you!"

(End of this chapter)