bookrandom Chapter 604 103 Rescue
Chapter 604 103 Rescue
Chapter 604-103- Rescue
The sky was gray, overcast and cold.
Dense dark clouds gradually obscured the sun, thunder rumbled faintly, and occasionally a few dazzling lightning flashed, illuminating the judgment seat made of cold stones in the center of the square.
Today is the day of trial for the famous Gray Swan Witch of District 9.
Early in the morning, residents from nearby neighborhoods came from all directions and soon surrounded the square.
People looked at the girl tied to the cross with fear and disgust, throwing stones, mud and filth at her while shouting:
"Burn the witch! Burn the witch!"
Roars, scolding and cries were intertwined and buried in the biting wind. The air was filled with a depressing and tense atmosphere, as if even breathing had become heavy.
In the center of the square, on the altar, several priests of the Inquisition dressed in red robes and pointed hats had indifferent expressions.
Holding the sacred code in their hands, they looked down at the "witch" tied to the cross, their eyes revealing unquestionable authority and coldness:
"Apostate Susan Russo, are you aware of your guilt?"
On the cross, Susan, accused of being a "witch", continued to struggle.
The divine robe she was wearing had long been torn to pieces, her long hair was disheveled, her haggard face was sickly pale, her chapped lips kept opening and closing, but she could only make "ho ho" sounds from her throat and was unable to utter a single word.
She glared angrily at the priests on the altar, as if there were flames burning in her pupils, and when her eyes swept over the onlookers, pain and anxiety were revealed.
When she opened her mouth and let out an angry, hoarse sob, the residents standing in the front were stunned:
"Can't speak?"
"No, that's not right. She... doesn't seem to have a tongue."
The residents looked at the priest who was asking questions to the "witch" with strange expressions, and looked at each other in bewilderment.
However, the priest did not wait, but slowly walked to Susan and said in a low voice:
"Miss, I'll give you one last chance. If you tell us where you hid the things, we can let you go, heal your throat and body, and also let those children in prison go."
"Don't worry, I can swear to the great gods that I have not deceived you."
"If you are willing, just nod your head. As long as you nod your head, we will end this trial."
Every priest who enters the Holy Royal Court will be protected by the soul of holy light.
Even the most powerful mind control method cannot forcibly extract information from the mouth of a holy believer with firm faith.
That was why, when the priest of judgment proposed the "deal", his tone suddenly became much softer.
Susan looked up.
She looked at the priest with eyes full of anger, her slender back straight.
Seeing the girl's expression, the priest already knew her choice.
He sighed, and his low voice lost its patience:
"It seems... you are still unwilling to say it."
"I really don't understand you stubborn guys. In this case... we have no choice but to ask the dead this question."
Hearing this, Susan was slightly shocked, her eyes suddenly widened, and she looked at the priest with shock, as if she realized something.
The priest's expression had already turned cold:
"It seems that the witch of the Gray Swan is unwilling to repent."
"Let the execution begin!"
He ordered nonchalantly.
Upon hearing the order, the executioner holding a torch stepped forward and sprinkled pitch and pine resin on the girl and the dry wood under the cross.
However, just as he was about to light the fire, a series of horse hoofbeats came from afar, and along with the hoofbeats came heart-wrenching shouts:
"Stop the trial! Stop the trial!"
Hearing the angry shouts coming from far away, the crowd of onlookers suddenly became agitated:
"Stop the trial?"
"Look! It's the priests! So many priests!"
"Wait, that person surrounded in the middle... could it be Her Royal Highness the Saint?!"
Exclamations rang out one after another, and at the same time, the priest in charge of the witch trial also saw clearly the person who was shouting.
That was Angus, Grand Master of the Knights Templar.
Behind Angus followed many church knights and priests, including some cardinals in purple robes. They did not even change out of their worship uniforms and had obviously rushed here from the prayer hall.
However, the most eye-catching thing was the girl surrounded by priests and knights.
The iconic flowing blonde hair and blue eyes, the angelic face, and the golden cross robe that only the gods and religious leaders of high status can wear...
There is only one person in the royal court with such appearance, and that is the saint who has caused miracles. Even the chief high priest has to give way to such a transcendent existence:
The 43rd Saint of Creation, the Queen of Falling Stars, and the Lord of the North - Charlotte de Castel.
Holy light surrounded her like a devout servant.
Seeing the "new" saint coming like a star, the priest in charge of the trial changed his expression completely.
"What are you still standing there for? Execute me now!"
he shouted to his executioner.
The executioner hesitated.
Looking at the priest and saint who were getting closer and closer, and the judge with red eyes, he was a little at a loss for a moment.
"Waste! Let me do it!"
The inquisitor cursed angrily, snatched the torch, kicked the executioner away, and then lit the dry wood covered with asphalt and pine resin under the cross.
With a bang, the flames spread instantly and swallowed Susan on the cross in a blink of an eye.
"asshole!"
Angus, the leader of the Knights Templar, cursed.
The inquisitor holding a torch laughed strangely, stood up straight, and looked provocatively at the angry leader of the Knights Templar.
The next moment, he heard an ethereal and cold voice:
“God said, Let it rain.”
"Boom——!"
There was a loud bang like thunder.
Bean-sized raindrops arrived in an instant, pouring down.
The rain seemed to carry some kind of supernatural power. It was clearly ignited by the greasy asphalt and pine resin, but when the rain fell, the burning flames were quickly extinguished.
The judge's smile suddenly froze.
"Holy Word...Law!"
He looked at Charlotte surrounded by the crowd in disbelief, then gritted his teeth, drew the sword of the Knight of Judgment beside him, and slashed at Susan on the cross.
However, just as the sword was about to chop down, a long sword surrounded by divine power flew over. The sword easily knocked the sword in the hand of the Knight of Judgment away, breaking it into two pieces, and then pierced into the sculpture in the square in the distance with a whistling sound.
"Asshole! Didn't you hear me?!"
The Grand Master of the Knights Templar descended from the sky and angrily grabbed the Inquisitor by the collar.
His body was also surrounded by platinum-colored sacred power, and the terrifying legendary pressure overwhelmed a large number of people around him.
"Lord Angus, there are still ordinary people here."
A crisp voice came, carrying a hint of reminder.
The Grand Master of the Knights Templar glanced around, then sighed softly and retracted his pressure.
He threw the Judge to the ground, then turned around and saluted:
"Your Highness the Saint."
Outside the crowd, other priests and knights had already entered the square.
They dismounted from their horses and then surrounded the girl in white saint robe and entered the execution ground.
The crowd of onlookers consciously made way and bowed down:
"Saint...My Lord!"
Charlotte made her way through the crowd.
When she arrived at the altar and saw Susan, who was dying from the flames, a hint of anger flashed in her eyes.
"Untie her."
She gave orders to the knights and priests who followed her.
The Templars were about to take action, but the next moment, they were stopped by the priest in charge of the trial:
"Your Highness, this is a trial of the apostate witch. It is an order from the Grand Inquisitor. Even if you are a Saint, you have no right to stop it!"
Charlotte glanced at him indifferently and said coldly:
"Capture this apostate who tried to judge the God's favored one."
Upon hearing this, the Templars immediately took action and subdued the Inquisitor.
The surrounding Judgment Knights all changed color. They were about to draw their swords, but the next moment, they heard an old man's rebuke:
"What? Do you want to apostatize as well? We are here to follow the oracle. Our Lord has just warned us that Dean Grey Swan is not a witch, but a devout believer protected by the Holy Light! You are suspected of harming the true believers, why don't you lay down your weapons and accept investigation!"
The Knights of Judgment had different expressions.
But looking at the angry priests and knights, especially the cardinals in purple robes and the Grand Master of the Knights Templar standing in front, they finally dropped their swords.
Several priests rushed forward and rescued Susan from the cross.
Looking at the unconscious girl, a high-ranking priest released his holy power to sense her for a moment, then turned around and sighed:
"Your Highness, she is seriously injured. I'm afraid she has already..."
"let me see."
Charlotte took a step forward and knelt on one knee.
She stretched out her right hand and was about to place it on Susan's forehead, but soon remembered something and looked up at the sky full of lightning and thunder.
"God said, let there be light."
she spoke.
The next moment, dark clouds in the sky rolled up, and then began to dissipate at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The thunder stopped, the wind stopped, and the heavy rain that had just been pouring down also gradually stopped.
The golden sunlight penetrated the dark clouds, shone on the earth, bringing a hint of warmth and casting golden light all over the holy city.
At this time, Charlotte lowered her head and placed her right hand on Susan's forehead.
The platinum-colored sacred power spread, enveloping the unconscious girl. In the shocked and amazed eyes of the crowd, a little vitality was seen spreading around with Charlotte as the center.
Green grass sprouted, flowers bloomed, and the girl in Charlotte's arms healed from her injuries at a speed visible to the naked eye.
After a while, the hideous burns disappeared, replaced by new skin. Even the girl's complexion became much rosier, and she didn't look like she had been tortured for days at all.
And further away, the residents standing in the front watching, even if they were only partially affected by the holy light, they all felt their bodies and minds become clear, as if their entire bodies were reborn, and all their chronic illnesses and ailments disappeared.
What's more, several disabled civilians were pleasantly surprised to find that their missing limbs had actually grown back under the spread of the holy light!
"God... a miracle! This is a miracle!"
Someone exclaimed, and then knelt down excitedly towards Charlotte.
"Praise the Holy One! It's a miracle! This is the miracle brought by the Saint Lady!"
Soon, more people bowed down before Charlotte.
Even the priests who had come running over with her looked at her with excitement.
There is no other reason. Whether it is the command of the Holy Word or the miraculous healing magic, it is not something that ordinary clergy can perform.
The Saint Lady will probably be the most powerful Saint Lady since the establishment of the Royal Court...
This thought appeared almost simultaneously in the minds of all discerning clergymen.
However, Charlotte's mind was not here.
Her eyes were focused on Susan, who was slandered as a witch.
"Cough cough cough..."
Susan slowly woke up after a few coughs.
"I...I'm still alive?"
She looked a little bewildered.
"Yes, you are still alive, but you are very weak and need to rest for a while."
Charlotte said softly.
Susan stared at Charlotte.
When she recognized Charlotte's iconic robe and striking blonde hair and blue eyes, her eyes widened and she excitedly held Charlotte's hand:
"You...you are the Saint? It was...it was you who saved me?!"
Charlotte nodded slightly and said:
“我是夏洛特·德·卡斯特尔.”
Susan became even more excited.
Her face flushed red, and her expression was mixed with excitement, anxiety, and fear:
"Lady Saint, run... run quickly! Please tell everyone to run quickly!"
"They want to sacrifice the entire Holy City, they want to kill you, they... they want to summon the evil god in the Theocracy!"
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