When He Wen opened his eyes again, he had been caught in a prison, his hands were bound by chains, and his head was still a little groggy.
When he found a guard at the door, He Wen quickly shouted.
"What crime have I committed? Why are you arresting me?"
The guard remained motionless and didn't speak. There was a hint of coldness and murderous intent in his eyes that were faintly revealed in his helmet.
He Wen recognized that it was the armor of the Holy Cult guard, so he guessed what was going on.
He began to look around. It seemed to be a temporary prison, with few cells, no other prisoners, and only one guard.
If you can refine some tools with your own hands, maybe...
It's a pity that he doesn't have this chance.
Just as he was thinking about what tool to refine, the prison door was opened, and a team of guards and an old priest walked in.
"Pastor He Wen, as your former mentor, I am very sad to see you degrade into what you are now."
The old priest looked guilty. He Wen had no impression of him. He was probably the teacher of the original owner of this body when he was in the Holy Cult.
"I fell? Then tell me what I did?"
"How many pure souls have you defiled by privately using heretical means, and now you still refuse to admit your guilt?"
He Wen sneered and walked to the iron fence, stared at the old priest and said.
"Let me call you teacher. If you weren't old and dim, you would have seen clearly. Those people were just sick and needed treatment. I only saved their lives. It was your holy religion that abandoned them and deprived them of their lives." How can they be said to have fallen after they regained their lives after having the qualifications to survive?"
The old priest didn't seem to intend to communicate with He Wenduo. He sighed, waved his hand to the guard and said.
"Thank you for letting me see him for the last time. Take him away. It's almost time."
"What are you doing!? Where are you taking me! Hey!"
Several guards opened the cage and forced He Wen out of the prison.
After leaving the prison, He Wen discovered that this place was actually a holy sect. This holy sect actually set up a private prison? !
These people dragged He Wen all the way to the central square.
There were not many people watching along the way, and He Wen felt a little strange.
But when he arrived at the central square, he understood.
The place has been completely surrounded, and it is as lively as Randall's group entering the city.
After seeing He Wen being brought over by the guards, the crowd became excited.
"it's him!"
"Heresy! Damn heresy!"
"I know this kid! A rat who lives in the slums! I didn't expect that he would become a heretic! Damn it!"
The crowd began to point at He Wen and curse him, and some threw things at him, including rotten vegetable leaves, stones and garbage.
It wasn't until one of the guards was hit on the helmet by a rock that he roared.
"Back off! Stop it!"
But the crowd was so angry that some even wanted to rush through the cordon and punch He Wen.
He Wen felt confused when he looked at these people who had never met before but now wanted to kill him.
They are all normal people, but why do they all look like they are seriously ill?
"Everyone, please be quiet."
A familiar voice sounded from a newly built platform in the center.
At this time everyone became quiet and looked towards the stage.
He Wen also looked over and was surprised to find Randall standing on the stage. He was wearing bright armor and his hair was tied into a ponytail. He seemed to be carefully dressed.
This makes him look even more dazzling than before, as dazzling as the son of the sun.
"Randall..."
The crowd gradually gave way to a path, and He Wen was escorted closer to the stage.
After approaching the stage, he was shocked to find out.
This newly built stage is not only a stage prepared for Randall, it is also a gallows, and the few people standing on the stage at this time, except for the two executioners and Randall, have blood on their necks. Got roped on.
When he saw clearly who these people were, He Wen took a breath of cold air.
The men in that couple, the little girl Leya and her mother, and even the stuttering man whom she only met once on the black market.
"W-what do you mean!?"
He Wen was brought to the stage and began to struggle fiercely.
The guard kicked him to the ground.
Randall walked up to him, knelt down, looked at him, and whispered.
"We meet again, Mr. Night Owl."
"What did you catch them for!?"
He Wen roared at Randall, and an even louder roar erupted from the audience.
"This heretic!! How dare he disrespect Lord Randall!"
"Who allowed him to call Lord Randall by his first name!"
"It's simply an insult to the hero!"
He Wen raised his head and looked at the people with ropes hanging around their necks, and his heart gradually became cold and desperate.
"Dr. He Wen...I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
The man burst into tears and closed his eyes tightly, as if he was repenting and afraid.
"Mom...Mom, I, I'm scared, where is dad...Dad..."
The little girl Leya had already burst into tears. Her mother was beside her, but she could not get close to the girl because her hands and feet were tied up, but she still tried to comfort the child.
"Leya...don't be afraid, mom is here, don't be afraid...it will be okay, be good..."
The stuttering man was crying and begging for mercy.
"Big, big sir...! I, I don't know him! I really don't know him, I, I, I only, led, led him once! I, I don't know him, No, it’s none of my business!”
He Wen also had his hands tied, but he still managed to stand up. He tried his best to calm himself down and stared at Randall.
"Wait a minute, Randall, why are you doing this? It doesn't matter to you whether they die or not, just let them go."
Because Randall had his back to the crowd, he showed an extremely sinister smile to He Wen.
"No, this is my stage, and they, and you, are my best audience. The climax of this scene is coming soon. Mr. Night Owl, let us welcome another protagonist."
As soon as Randall finished speaking, there was another exclamation from the crowd.
"Quick, look! Yes, it's the Crusaders!"
Amid the surprise of the crowd, He Wen saw a group of white knights not far away approaching slowly on white horses.
The two leading knights held long flags with the symbol of the Holy Cult.
Everyone consciously made way for the knights.
After everyone stood still, the knights dismounted, lined up, raised their long flags and shouted to the crowd.
"Welcome, Saint."
A piece of white feather fell in front of He Wen's eyes, and then the second piece.
The originally dark sky was now broken by clouds, and the dawn shone down from the broken clouds. Everyone looked up.
"Oh my God! It's the Saint! The Saint is here!"
When the first person shouted these words, everyone knelt on the ground and lowered their heads piously.
Even Randall knelt on the ground.
Only He Wen was still standing there. He raised his head and saw a Pegasus as white as snow slowly descending from the projected light and landing on the ground with brisk steps.
The saint got off the horse gracefully, and at the same time gently stroked the Pegasus' cheek. The Pegasus gently rubbed the back of the saint's hand, and then like the others, he bent his front hooves and knelt on one knee in front of the saint.
"Please everyone, please get up."
The arrival of the saint seemed to dispel all the haze, and even He Wen thought for a moment that such a holy girl should not be so cruel.
Everyone stood up, but still looked at the saint with praying gestures.
The saint walked to the gallows accompanied by two silver knights. She came to He Wen and showed a gentle smile that could heal almost everything.
"Pastor Hewen, do you know your sin?"
He Wen was stunned. He didn't expect that the other party would say such a thing when he came up.
He put away his fantasies about this saint.
You know that a perverted murderer like Randall can be packaged as a hero. Who knows if this saint is also a twisted product that has been carefully marketed.
"What's wrong with me?"
The smile on the saint's face did not weaken in the slightest. Instead, she seemed to have heard an answer that satisfied her.
"Then there is no need to ask any more questions and let the trial begin."
