"Do what he ought to do."
The elder who was closer to Mantu spoke. His gaze stopped at the spell formation that was emitting an orange glow, and he said softly, "This stone slab cannot conduct magical elements."
"But it can conduct it now."
Mantu smiled. The power of laws made these impossible things happen.
Hearing these words, the elder seemed to have suddenly understood something. His eyes opened slightly, revealing a pondering expression. Then, he gently closed his eyes and said, "I will remember the apostle's teachings."
This scene made Mantu not know whether to laugh or cry. His unintentional words seemed to have enlightened the other party, while he himself did not understand what he had said wrong. However, he still did not show this kind of emotion, only calmly looking at the spell formation that was continuously emitting magical waves, remaining silent.
The few elders then began to pray at the same time. Mantu knew that this was one of the compulsory lessons for believers, and they had to pray at a fixed time every day. Since they were not believers, they naturally did not care about them.
Taking a light deep breath, Mantu entered a meditative state.
After an unknown amount of time, when Mantu opened his eyes, the few elders were still sitting beside and opposite him, as if they had never moved. The surrounding temperature was very warm, and the soldiers did not come to find trouble with them. Footsteps sounded from outside the door, and then an entire team of more than twenty soldiers came in. After entering through the door, they directly ran towards the few people in the room, and without saying anything, they crossed their arms and walked out.
Mantu did not make any unnecessary movements, and just like an ordinary person, they were passively and roughly dragged outside by their arms.
The few elders behind him, regardless of their age, suffered the same treatment. They walked along the dark path, and when they saw the open road, they discovered that this was actually a city plaza of Satsuma City.
The spacious plaza was currently brightly lit, as if it was a festival. However, in the center of the plaza, there were a few very conspicuous things.
Mantu could not help but become speechless after seeing them. Above the pile of firewood was a huge cross that was holding people in place!
Facing heretics, why did they play this kind of trick?
Many of them could not help but recall the fate of the heathens that Becky's doll had unintentionally mentioned to them. The two were shockingly similar. Many of them could not help but lament the miraculous thing about fate, that they were actually standing on the stake!
The crosses were not too many, not too few, just enough for themselves and those few elders. Mantu actually already knew the identity of these elders. To be able to call them 'apostles' and wear black robes, they were only those 'cardinals' whose positions were second only to the black-robed Count Aston.
To execute these people in front of everyone?
Many could not help but admire the commander who gave the order. It was obvious that he was either a fool or a politician with strong ambitions, and it was obvious that he was not the former since he could appear here.
Many of them were thrown in front of the stake, and then tied to the stake with a few strong ropes by a few tall men. The believers in the distance seemed to have heard something, and more and more people came out of their homes and came to the square.
At first, they did not understand what was going on, but when they saw those huge crosses, they immediately understood that this was an execution of heretics. Although this kind of thing rarely happened, it did not mean that similar activities had not been carried out before. Several heretics who tried to assassinate the black-robed Earl Aston were burned to death on crosses in this way more than a decade ago.
After so many years, could it be that another heretic was trying to assassinate the dark messenger?
However, when these believers arrived at the plaza, they clearly saw the aged face and the expressionless youngster who was tossed onto the cross. They simply did not dare believe their eyes!
Countless people were stupefied, and then immediately became abnormally furious!
Someone actually wanted to execute several Wise Men who held important positions in the entire Stik Province?
This was simply absurd!
All of a sudden, the believers were like boiling oil in a hot pot as they rushed to the square. The news quickly spread throughout the entire Satsuma City. While people were still in disbelief about the result, they walked onto the streets and rushed toward the square.
Like a converging tide, the originally empty city plaza was instantly filled with believers, but they were blocked by a group of valiant soldiers.
Everything seemed to be premeditated. Many believed that if the person simply wanted to execute the elders and themselves, there was no need for them to come to this place. The person who dared to do this definitely had something to rely on, and was not the slightest bit afraid of the wrath of the black robe religious leader!
Internal strife in the Central Continent?
Many knew that Aston seemed to have some complaints about His Majesty, but he never expressed it too much. But now, he was pushed to the teeth of the storm for no reason. The meaning behind this was self-evident, and the most obvious emotion that many could feel was — Aston was afraid of them!
"Why is that?!"
"You unreasonable warlords!"
The believers in the distance charged at the defensive line formed by the soldiers. More than ten thousand believers filled the entire plaza, but the thick defensive formation formed by nearly a thousand soldiers wasn't that easy to break. The believers gazed at the few people tied to the crosses, and their interest turned into anxiety.
In the distance, a fellow dressed in a sergeant's uniform walked over with a torch in his hand. After arriving at a podium that seemed to be used for a speech, he shouted at the repressed and angry believers in a loud voice. The gist of it was that he wanted to execute the elders, but there were too many people in the plaza, and the believers couldn't hold back anymore as they began to charge at the defensive line of the soldiers, so no one could hear what he said.
However, this seemed to be within his expectations. That guy didn't waste time explaining anything. He went straight to the crosses that were tied up and raised his head to take a look.
"Die!
Heretics! "
The firewood under the cross was connected together, and there was a special Imprisonment Magic Circle on the ground. At this moment, the Magic Circle had been activated. The cage-like Magic Circle would control everything within its range within the boundary. At the same time, there was a burning effect that could increase the temperature of the flames to the point where they could directly melt rare metals!
In other words, after the flames started to burn, the only outcome for the people above was to turn into ashes!
The torches were raised high, and the believers were shouting like enraged beasts. They crazily rushed towards the human wall formed by the soldiers, and the soldiers seemed to have received some kind of order. They pulled out their swords and began to attack the believers!
The conflict intensified in an instant!
The believers were unarmed, but they relied purely on their own bodies to ram into the steel-like human wall, and then they were stabbed to death by the sharp swords. But they didn't feel any regret at all. The monstrous rage seemed to have caused them to collectively lose their rationality. Many of them watched the scene quietly, and for the first time, they felt the power of their faith.
What are they doing this for?
To protect the faith in their hearts?
It's just a few people, and yet it was worth the lives of so many people — and yet they were so valued by the mastermind who had yet to reveal his true face?
Or was it all a trap?
The flames brought by the torches streaked across the air, and landed on the pile of firewood amidst the deafening shouts.
In an instant, huge flames shot into the sky. The burning effect of the magic circle was unusually fierce, but the flames seemed to be covered by something, and the heat didn't spread beyond a ten-meter radius.
"How does it feel, old man?"
Many shouted at the 'black-robed bishops' who were once powerful.
"Faith is eternal."
Unexpectedly, the six old men answered Many's questions in unison, and before Many could say anything, the flames turned his vision into an orange-red.
Forbearance was for an outburst.
Many people turned their heads and looked in front of them. After that, they sighed softly and said, "My stage?"