Tribulation of Mysteries - Chapter 425

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Above the Municipal Square.

A gentleman took out his pocket watch and saw that the hour hand pointed to the middle area between 10 o’clock and 11 o’clock.

Following the sound of footsteps, a group of Sun Church members wearing pure white religious robes, gold sun badges and other accessories with solemn expressions walked into the square and stepped onto the high platform.

Behind them, two “Suppression Bureau” operators who were nearly two meters tall and covered in pitch-black armor were holding a pale-faced blond middle-aged man and restraining him on an iron cross.

A pale-haired Sun Priest was loudly reading out his charges: “Mirab Cayce… used his career as a private doctor as a cover to secretly steal human organs and study evil classics…”

“No, no… …I’m just researching special herbal remedies. I just want to save more people… I have a bright heart and have never harmed anyone. I have saved many people. Please…”

Miraber· Cayce was tied to the cross with iron chains, shouting, crying, and begging for mercy…

But no one in the crowd showed mercy to him. Instead, they shouted: “Burn him! Burn the infidel!”

“Let the sun shine. The radiance purifies evil spirits! “

…

On the high platform, the old priest was still reading out the charges slowly.

They did not silence the blasphemers and appeared confident that they were in control of everything.

Below, Aaron is interested in the two people wearing strange colonial costumes.

“The backbone of the Suppression Bureau? Inhuman combat power?”

He looked at Corny.

“Yes… you may find it difficult to believe it, but those ‘colonial attires’ are ordinary people. After putting on the ‘colonial attire’, they have strength, speed, and mysterious resistance comparable to inhuman beings! Even if the real inhumans Even if you exist, you may be besieged to death by them!”

Corny trembled slightly: “It is said that this kind of ‘colonial costume’ is the most outstanding work of the ‘alchemists’, who directly put extraordinary power into the hands of ordinary people. Go! As long as ordinary people wear colonial clothes, they can gain power comparable to that of inhumans…achieving the feat of mass production of ‘inhumans’!”

“This is impossible…”

Aaron shook his head subconsciously: “I still have the mysterious system. Isn’t it clear? Extraordinary things must come at a price… Where does the energy for colonization activities come from? “

I don’t know, but it is a fact that humanoid weapons like ‘colonizers’ are put into actual combat on a large scale…” …Otherwise, those large associations would not have been forced to do so, and would either be wiped out or flee.” Kony shook her head.

Aaron was silent.

In the main world, one inhuman combat force can support a secret society.

In the third level of history, inhuman combat power has simply become something that can be produced on an assembly line!

After an ordinary person is trained and puts on colonial clothing, he will have inhuman levels of destructive power!

This is a pretty scary thing.

Because the opponent is an empire, huge in size, rich in resources, and has no fear of the death of ordinary soldiers!

As for the secret society, the fourth essence is absolutely middle-level and high-level. If one of them dies, it will be a serious injury and it is difficult to make up for it.

This comparison is the industrialization of the mysterious world crushing the small-scale peasant economy!

Using ordinary people to surround and kill non-human beings, let alone one for one, even five for one, ten for one, the empire will definitely not lose!

If we were simply comparing who could afford to die, the empire had a population of hundreds of millions, but the secret society only had a few members?

This kind of contrast in strength is enough to make anyone feel desperate!

Sure enough, after Kony explained in detail, especially describing the power and quickness of the ‘colonizer’… Aaron was not the same, Shah Rukh’s face was full of despair, and his body was trembling slightly.

The gap between the two sides has become too big to catch up!

In this world, his compatriots may be destined to be slaves for life!

Aaron raised his head at this time and looked towards the high platform.

“Sinner! Do you admit your guilt and repent for it?”

The old white-robed priest stared at Mirab Cayce and asked calmly.

Miraber Cayce had already tasted the taste of mass trial. Under the accusations of thousands of people, he couldn’t help but lower his head: “I… I plead guilty, and ask the great Sun God to forgive me… Wuwu… I confess, I don’t want to die…”

The old priest looked at this scene calmly and said loudly: “The Lord gives us the light! Under the light, there is no shadow, and there is no mercy!”

“Under the light, there is no shadow! There is no mercy! “

Everyone in the square, including gentlemen, ladies, butchers, doctors, lawyers, workers… all shouted with enthusiasm.

“Hurry up, keep shouting!”

Kony reminded.

In the Inves Empire, everyone is a Sun Cultist, and if you don’t follow the crowd, you will immediately become very conspicuous.

In the enthusiastic crowd atmosphere, time slowly came to noon.

Aaron looked up and felt that the sun seemed to become brighter.

Light!

A large amount of white light gathered, like a spotlight, falling on the execution platform.

The surrounding temperature continued to rise, twisting the air.

There was obviously no flame, but heat waves continued to sweep in all directions.

“Ah!!!”

Mirab Casey screamed, with traces of burns appearing on his body.

He kept contorting his body, but it only caused him more pain.

His skin began to peel off, and large blisters appeared… Finally, pure white flames emerged from his body, erupted from his facial features, and turned his entire body into a pile of ashes.

“May the sun forgive your soul…”

The old priest said his last prayer, came to the ashes, leaned down and picked up a crystal extraordinary legacy.

All the people present bowed their heads and did not dare to look at the cross where sinners were burning.

Even Shah Rukh seemed to be oppressed by this awe-inspiring killing trend and lowered his head involuntarily.

“Let’s go.”

Aaron sighed and left with Shah Rukh and Kony.

…

“It’s so boring…”

Baldwin yawned boredly in the black-clad team of the Suppression Bureau: “In the bureau’s files, in the very beginning, every such public execution would attract other blasphemies. “…Nowadays, there are fewer and fewer such fools.”

“This is a matter of course… Most of the dead species are now fleeing to the New World, but this is useless. With the victory of the Imperial Army, the entire South has been destroyed.” Sooner or later, the Indonesian mainland will fall under the control of the empire, and when strict rule is established there, those rats who only hide in the sewers will have nowhere to hide.”

Another woman in a long-legged trench coat painted her nails. Oil, replied with a delicate smile.

“Well, that’s the case… Huh?”

Baldwin looked at the three people leaving the square and suddenly let out a sigh: “Their behavior was a little strange. The eyes of the indigenous slave did not look like a tame slave… and the young man. “He didn’t bow to the priest.”

“Are they heretics?”

“Send someone to check their identity cards. Maybe there will be some small gains…”

The second update will come later

(end of this chapter).