I Became a God in a Horror Game

Trial Chamber 23.

This is the first witch trials trial to be held today.

The No. 1 witch to be judged, who was brought up and tied to the central pillar, was a young girl. She looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old. She opened her mouth and seemed to want to say something, but she could only make some broken residual sounds.

In this way, she was also scolded by the guard next to her: "The court is forbidden to make noise! ​​Shut up!"

"She can't hear." The bishop sitting above said indifferently, "she is deaf and mute, please gag her mouth first."

The guard covered the shrunken girl's lips with a ball of cotton. She looked at the people around her with a look of confusion and fear on her face - she didn't seem to understand what she was going through, and no one explained to her. what is happening.

"Your mother defected on the day she was pronounced a witch, so we're going to try you next, and then we found out that you couldn't hear or speak when you were born." The bishop said coldly, not caring that she had Didn't hear, "There are so many children born in this world, why are you the only one born deaf."

"God never chastises good people. You are deprived of hearing and sight. It must be something you have done to make God angry, and he will punish you."

"—For example, you are simply an evil witch born in this world!"

Although she couldn't hear it, the bishop's obvious expression of disgust and accusation made the girl subconsciously shake her head in horror. Her eyes were full of tears, and she kept wringing her hands, trying to explain in sign language, but her hands were locked tightly. bound.

Someone next to him couldn't help but defend the girl in a low voice: "Sir Bishop, because this child can't hear or see, he has been staying at home since he was born and hasn't gone out much, and he has never done anything bad, so he can't be a witch. ?"

"It is forbidden to make noise above the Holy See." The bishop gave the man a cold look, "You defended this witch to be tried. You were bewitched by this witch, do you want to be tried together?"

The man shrank his neck and closed his mouth reluctantly.

He is the neighbor of the child's family. He has watched the child grow up since he was a child. After the child's mother was reported as a witch trial, the child and her father were dragged to other courts for trial, and now they are above the court. , there is no one who can speak for this child, so after he got the jury qualification, he still came after thinking about it - at least he can say two words for this speechless child.

But it turns out that in the presence of the Holy See, there is no difference between being dumb and not being dumb - whatever you argue, you will be convicted.

"But God is not so cruel." The bishop changed the topic, "Originally a witch like you was to be tested with the holy fire, but now the war is urgent, there are not enough women in the country to digest eels, and the Holy See is not so unreasonable. "

"So we changed the way of testing."

The bishop waved his hand casually: "Get on the eel box."

A box full of eels was pushed by the guards in front of the girl. The girl looked at the box of eels in horror. She seemed to realize what was going to happen and struggled violently.

The bishop was unmoved: "If you can digest this box of eels in court and still maintain your mind, you will not be deceived into a witch by the devil, and you will swear to always be loyal to the Holy See, to clean up and digest the eels for all mankind, and come to the Holy See to collect them on a monthly basis. The eel digests the share -- almost as much as you have in front of your eyes, and we can acquit you."

With the help of the bishop, the guards loosened the girl from the post, made her kneel in front of the box of eels, pressed her twisting head against the box, and pulled the cloth off her mouth, arrogant and arrogant. Commanded in disgust: "To prove you are not a witch, start swallowing."

"Hurry up! There are still many witches to be tried today, don't waste our time."

The girl's teeth were closed, her eyes were red, her thin shoulders were trembling, and she was reluctant to speak.

The guard cursed inwardly and began to reach out to break her mouth, forcefully telling her to start swallowing.

The blood pressure of Mu Sicheng, who was hiding in the jury, rose sharply. His fists clenched in an instant. Tang Erda's face was so gloomy that he could drip water, and the gun in his hand was loaded.

"Fuck." Mu Sicheng cursed secretly, "Are they beasts?!"

The girl reminded them of Jiayi.

"Do you want to do it?" Mu Sicheng turned to look at Tang Erda.

Tang Erda shook his head calmly: "It's easy to hurt her now, and the guard is too close to her."

"But you can't look at her..." Tang Er paused, "Wait another thirty seconds, if it doesn't work, we'll attack and save people."

Mu Sicheng took a deep breath and made an OK gesture.

"Wait, Lord Bishop, should I pray for her to purify before she starts?" A brisk female voice interrupted the guard's move to force the girl to devour the eel.

Mu Sicheng and Tang Erda tensed when they heard the voice, and they turned their heads abruptly to look over.

The blue-eyed girl with long blond curly hair was dressed in a pure white two-color nun’s uniform. She slightly clenched her hands in front of her in a prayer-like gesture. She looked at the bishop with her bright eyes and sincerely asked, “Before the trial begins, I can Pray for her? This is my job as a nun, and please don't reject me."

After seeing Phoebe's expression, the bishop couldn't help his heart beating wildly. He almost took his eyes away from the small piece of bare white skin on Phoebe's chest and made a gesture of please, He stammered: "Of course you can! If you don't despise the other party being dirty."

Phoebe smiled sweetly and bowed slightly, "Thank you, Lord Bishop, for allowing me to make a willful request."

The bishop was fascinated by the most beautiful new nun in the rumor, he leaned forward and accosted Phoebe with blurred eyes, as if he had forgotten the witch to be judged in the audience: "But how can you Come over so soon? You should be still at the No. 1 Holy See, and the No. 1 Holy See's trial has not yet started."

"Really?" Phoebe winked playfully, "Maybe because of my help, today's trials are over very quickly, and the witch trials in the Inquisition are over, Lord Bishop."

"Trust me, your trial here today will end soon."

Phoebe twitched her lips and walked down, approaching the shivering girl, the smile on her face was between holy and cruel, and she spoke in a very soft voice: "—soon, Bishop, you can also be like Like the other bishops of the Inquisition, with my help, I finished the work and went to rest."

"Forever~"

The bishop didn't hear Phoebe's words clearly, and asked a question in confusion, but Phoebe didn't answer, but jumped twice lightly and walked from the steps to the girl.

Phoebe raised her hand, and she signed slowly, "Are you a witch?"

There were tears in the girl's eyes, and she looked at Phoebe, who was walking in front of her with fear and a hint of anticipation - this was the first person who was willing to communicate with her after she was caught here, and she was about to shake her head and deny it. At that time, for some unknown reason, the shaking of his head suddenly stopped, and his fingers moved, as if he wanted to say something in sign language.

Phoebe looked up at the guard next to her: "Untie her."

The guard hesitated for a while, but he still loosened the girl's tie. The girl was struggling with her hands with red marks on her wrists, and tremblingly signed, "I don't know what a witch is."

"All I know is that my mother was convicted of being a witch."

"If she's a witch, so should I."

Phoebe squatted down with interest, and she said in sign language, "The witch is about to be tried by the Holy See, and she has to suffer a lot of torture. How dare you admit that you are a witch in front of me?"

The girl burst into tears with anxiety, and she asked anxiously and puzzled, "But they say mom is a witch!"

"Mom is very good, the witch should be very good too! Why should you try a witch!"

"You're right," Phoebe said with a grin, and she signed, "I don't think it's necessary to try witches either."

After communicating with the girl, Phoebe turned her head and looked up at the bishop regretfully: "Lord Bishop, she just admitted that she is a witch."

The bishop was taken aback: "Cheng, admit it?"

"Since she admits that she is a witch, she will be burned with holy fire as usual... oh no, test her?" Phoebe asked calmly.

"Since you have admitted it." The bishop hesitated for a while, "... Then let's go to the holy fire."

The torches were piled under the pillar, and the girl was dragged back in confusion. The neighbor couldn't bear to look away, not wanting to see this cruel scene. Tang Erda and Mu Sicheng looked at each other, ready to start.

"She can't be seen or heard. This is a physical disability. This is the punishment given to her by God. She was pronounced a witch and burned to hell. She recited the eulogy with pity, and finally bowed her head and whispered, "May the Lord forgive her sins."

The girl should have been terrified when everyone came over with torches, but she looked at Phoebe who was standing right in front of her, and she felt dazed and calm for some reason.

She looked at the blond nun with a faint smile, and signed her as if chatting:

"You know what? The fact that they pronounce you a witch with your physical disability is my favorite."

"You remind me of another witch."

"I haven't prayed sincerely for a long time, but I'll make an exception for you today."

The nun lowered her long and curled eyelashes, covering her green eyes, and whispered a prayer with an innocent expression: "May the Lord bless her to go to heaven."

[System prompt: Player Phoebe uses skills (Prayer · Gospel)]

[This skill can confuse all NPCs and players within a certain range, so that the other party opens up to the player, believes in all the player's actions, feels close to the player, and involuntarily approaches the player. 】

Phoebe's huge white wings spread out behind him, and the holy light covered the whole church, making people dazzled and dazed, as if indulging in a heavenly dream.

At the moment when Phoebe's wings were protruding, Tang Erda, a keen old player, grabbed Mu Sicheng, a novice who had not yet reacted, and quickly retreated, quickly jumped to the side wall of the church, and climbed through the hollow opening at the top. Go out, lie on top and look at the scene inside, narrowly avoiding Phoebe's Gospel range.

Watching the bishop in the church roll down from his seat and lie down at Phoebe's feet, the guard suddenly put down the torch and knelt down to confess his crimes. Sicheng patted his chest with lingering fears: "Wow, this skill is too great, the scope is so large."

Tang Erda's face was not good-looking: "She is stronger than I thought."

... Obviously a player in the control position, but it seems... aggressive and imposing.

The normal control and roaming players should be the kind of Muke who will deliberately hide their presence, but Phoebe's presence from beginning to end is significantly overdone, which is not the characteristic of control and roaming players.

Phoebe is in control, which is characteristic of the main attacker and tactician.

"I suspect that she is not only responsible for the control and roaming positions." Tang Erda's tone became more serious, "She may also be the main attacker and tactician."

"The main attacker and the tactician?!" Mu Sicheng was a little bit incredulous, "Control, wander, tactician, main attacker, this guy has done it all, is she a hexagonal warrior?!"

"She is the same player as Bai Liu and Nishen. When she grows up, she is a strong enemy. This year is only her first year to participate in the league." Tang Er's tone became more and more low, "No wonder Jiayi assigned me to the court. Jiayi should have guessed that Phoebe is the main attacker and will come to sweep the court. With her attacking ability, it is estimated that only you and me can withstand high defense."

"It's a tough fight."

In the trial court, Phoebe walked unhurriedly in front of the girl, and she untied the ropes that bound the girl: "You leave."

"Today's trial has nothing to do with you."

The girl suddenly looked at Phoebe's face and signed: "Didn't you judge me? Why doesn't it have anything to do with me?"

"How can you be tried?" Phoebe shrugged, she smiled, "Of course everyone but you, I don't like trying witches."

The girl looked at Phoebe incomprehensibly, but soon, under the guidance of the gospel, she obediently left, and helped her dazed neighbors away. Before leaving, the girl looked back at Phoebe, her brain suggested. Between soberness and chaos, she seemed to see Phoebe waving at her, smiling and saying in sign language:

"Goodbye, Miss Witch."

Phoebe lowered his eyes, looked at the men crawling on the ground, and ordered softly, "Let me think about it, how can you end it better?"

"I've already used it to burn to death, why don't you just—"

The white wings on Phoebe's back vibrated lightly, flipped upwards from the low end, and turned into black bat wings. Her original light green eyes darkened, exuding a ghostly fluorescence, and two sharp tips appeared at the corners of her mouth. Teeth, and two small red horns about a finger long grow on the front of the forehead.

[System prompt: Player Phoebe is equipped with the monster book form "Witch who fell into hell\