Chapter 471: You will be retaliated

The black cloud gets lower and lower.
Wraith's face seemed to be near him.
People all felt this strange atmosphere.
Can't help but be silent.
The originally excited expression, cheerful pace, thinking about seeing the execution heart as soon as possible, gradually changed.
His face became stiff.
Footsteps become heavy.
The heart began to fear.
"What is waiting for us?"
People began to slow down.
Some people sat down directly on the roadside, unwilling to continue walking up.
Harvey felt like a huge stone in his heart.
Even breathing becomes difficult.
The hips also roared and shook their heads, unwilling to move on.
"Good, good, don't be afraid ..."
Harvey comforted the horse, but it was useless.
Without any choice.
He had to jump off the horse and lead the horse to continue walking upward.
"Is this heavy aura of grief, the wraith that once died in the MiG Plains?"
"I haven't been here before, don't you feel this way?"
"What did Father Father do?"
Harvey led the horse and walked with others to the end of the gentle to the open space at the top.
In front of.
On the red sun.
The golden light came turbulently-that was the last glow of the setting sun.
Many people screamed and closed their eyes.
Because I wanted to know what was in the open space, I opened my eyes as wide as possible. The eyes were stimulated by the sudden change from dark to bright.
For a moment, his eyes were blank.
Eyes closed.
Open again.
Both eyes have been restored as before, and the scene in front is unobstructed.
Watching the scene that appeared before me.
"Hiss-"
Suddenly.
People took a deep breath.
Many people fell on the ground in fear, and warm liquid came out of their crotch, which wetted the ground.
But no one laughed at them.
There is no mood to laugh.
Everyone was shocked by the sight.
After seeing the world for a long time, Harvey, who was contaminated with dozens of lives, was terrified in his heart and reflected it in his body.
"Quack--"
The dark crow hovered in the sky, making an obscure cry.
The vultures stared hungryly in the air, preparing to dive at any time to eat a full meal.
...
What a desperate sight it is.
On the open ground.
The place called the Miguel Plains Execution Desk.
The dense wooden towers stood with simple wooden crosses, each of which was tied with a sinner.
"One, two, three, ... ten, one hundred ... thousand ..."
Harvey's lips were pale, and the teeth "clicked" to bite.
"How many people are there?"
"How many people are going to be sentenced today?"
"Where did you find so many people!"
He was shocked.
Let me put it this way, he has never seen so many people together in his life.
I didn't expect to see it for the first time, actually at the execution platform, the prisoner awaiting death.
His eyes could not help but look at the central high platform.
A black figure stood on the high platform.
The figure turned away from the sunset, and the two pupils seemed to radiate red light.
There is only one person on the high platform.
There is only one person.
That was his father, Will Albert.
He felt the heavy breath that fell on him-that was the sight of his father.
No words.
At a distance of hundreds of meters.
But he knew.
His father asked him to walk over and stand on the high platform together.
He hesitated.
auzw.com Looking around, I found many familiar figures.
"The family of the Earl of Gary, the family of Viscount Sitz, the family of Viscount Cogu ...
Except for the Viscount family.
Most of the baron family also sent people.
But they were all standing on the periphery, and did not stand on the high platform in the middle with his father.
Harvey hesitated.
He felt a heavy breath again, and he knew his father was urging him.
And he also knew that he could not go against his father's wishes.
"Help take care of my horse."
After leaving the horse to be looked after by others, Harvey walked hard toward the tower in the middle of the open space.
just.
The dense surroundings slowed down the cross, and there was no way to go.
Can only pass through the narrow gap between the crosses.
Harvey lowered his head, not looking around as much as possible, thinking of going to the middle high platform as quickly as possible.
"Snapped--"
Harvey bowed his head without looking at the road and bumped into a cross.
"Crunch—"
The cross was knocked at once.
A low whisper sounded from the cross.
Harvey looked up reflectively.
What greeted him was a thin face, his eyes were muddy, and he was wearing dirty and broken clothes, and under his clothes was a skinny body.
The man has scars.
The scars were smelly and rotten, and he could actually see the maggots climbing in the wounds.
"Save, save me ... save ..."
The other party stared at Harvey with muddy eyes, murmured for help in his mouth.
"Vomit, vomit, vomit ..."
moment.
Harvey vomited while covering his mouth, as if to spit out everything he ate ten days ago.
"Save me ... save me ... please ..."
It seemed that all of them were awake suddenly.
The prisoners tied to the cross wailed, begged for mercy, wept ...
Because everyone's body is very weak.
So the sound of speaking is slightly inaudible.
But in Harvey's ear, it was like a thunderbolt in the sunny day, like someone shouting in his ear with a horn.
"No! No! Don't talk anymore !!!"
Harvey roared miserably, covering his ears.
Hundreds and thousands of sounds continued into his ears.
He covered his ears and ran quickly with his head down.
Sometimes fall.
Sometimes it hits the cross.
From time to time threw himself into the arms of a certain criminal.
Looking around, the dense surroundings were all crosses and all howling.
As if to come to hell.
...
Stumbled to the tall building.
At a distance of hundreds of meters and in just a few minutes, he actually felt like he had passed a few years.
Harvey sat on his knees with his hands on his knees.
Tears remained intact.
The mouth opened vomiting, but nothing came out-the stomach was already hollowed out.
Beside him, stood a figure of Wei An.
"Stand up and look around."
The figure spoke, with invisible power in the words, giving Harvey strength.
Harvey stood up.
Look around.
Looking at the crosses, the pair of despairing double pupils, the maggots moving on the decaying wounds one by one.
Smells the stench.
And listening to the murmurs that keep coming into the ears.
Harvey felt he was almost crazy.
"Is this hell?"
"Father, this is what you built, want me to see, called of despair?"
"If this is the case, I just want to tell you."
"you made it."
He finally knew what happened to the dreadful anger that he had felt before.
That's the smell of death.
That is a desperate assembly.
That is the grief between heaven and earth caused by the disappearance of countless lives.
"father."
"You will be retaliated against."
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