Wizard of All Souls

The black cloud is getting lower and lower.

The face of the wraith seems to be close at hand.

Everyone felt this strange atmosphere.

They couldn't help but fell silent.

The original excited expression, cheerful steps, and the desire to see the execution as soon as possible gradually changed.

His face became stiff.

Steps became heavy.

The heart starts to fear.

"What is waiting for us ahead?"

People started to slow down.

Some people sat down directly by the roadside, unwilling to continue walking up.

Harvey felt like a huge stone on his heart.

Even breathing became difficult.

The horse under his crotch also roared and shook his head, unwilling to move on.

"Be good, be good, don't be afraid..."

Harvey tried to calm the horse, but it was useless.

Without any choice.

He had no choice but to jump off the horse and continue to walk up while leading the horse.

"Is this thick evil spirit the vengeful spirit who died in the MiG plain?"

"It's not like I haven't been here before, don't you feel this way?"

"What the hell did Father do?"

Harvey led the horse and walked with the others to the end of the gentle slope to the clearing at the top.

In front of.

On the red sun.

The golden brilliance surged in—it was the last afterglow of the setting sun.

Many people screamed and closed their eyes.

Because I really wanted to know what was in the open space, I opened my eyes as wide as possible when I came up, and my eyes were irritated by the sudden change from darkness to light.

For a moment, his eyes went blank.

I closed my eyes.

Open it again.

Both eyes have recovered, and the scene ahead is unobstructed.

Stare at the scene that floats in front of you.

"Hisss—"

suddenly.

People took a deep breath.

Many people fell to the ground in fear, and warm liquid flowed out from their crotches, soaking the ground.

But no one laughed at them.

Not in the mood to laugh either.

Everyone was shocked by the sight in front of them.

Even Harvey, who had seen more of the world and had dozens of lives under his command, was terrified in his heart, and it manifested in his body.

"Quack quack—"

Dark crows hovered in the sky, making obscure calls.

The vulture stared down hungrily in mid-air, ready to dive down to have a full meal at any time.

...

What a hopeless sight that was.

on the clearing.

A place called the execution platform of the Mig Plain.

There are crude wooden crosses standing densely, each with a sinner tied to it.

"One, two, three,... ten, a hundred... a thousand..."

Harvey's lips were pale, and his teeth were clenched together with a "click" vibration.

"How many people are there?"

"How many people are going to be executed today?"

"Where did you find so many people!"

He was taken aback.

Let's put it this way, he has never seen so many people gather together in his entire life.

Unexpectedly, the first time I saw it, it was actually on the execution platform, a prisoner waiting to die.

He couldn't help but look towards the high platform in the center.

A dark figure stood on the high platform.

The figure's back was facing the setting sun, and his pupils seemed to be emitting a red light.

There was only one person on the high platform.

There is only one person.

That was his father—Will Albert.

He felt the heavy breath falling on him—that was his father's sight.

no words.

separated by a distance of hundreds of meters.

But he knows.

His father made him walk over and stand together on the high platform.

He hesitated.

Looking around, he saw many familiar figures.

"The family of the Earl of Garley, the family of the Viscount of Sitz, the family of the Viscount of Kogu..."

Except for the Viscount family.

Most of the baronial families also sent people.

But they were all standing on the periphery, not standing on the high platform in the middle with his father.

Harvey hesitated.

He felt a heavy breath on his body again, and he knew his father was urging him.

And he also knew that it was impossible for him to go against his father's wishes.

"Help look after my horse."

After handing over the horses to the care of the people on the side, Harvey bit the bullet and walked towards the high tower in the middle of the clearing.

only.

There are so many crosses erected around, there is no way to go.

It can only pass through the narrow gap between the crosses.

Harvey lowered his head, trying not to look around as much as possible, thinking about walking to the high platform in the middle as quickly as possible.

"Snapped--"

Harvey, who lowered his head and didn't look at the road, suddenly bumped into a cross.

"Crunch—"

The cross was knocked askew.

A murmur sounded from the cross.

Harvey looked up reflexively.

What came into view was a thin face with cloudy eyes, wearing dirty and torn clothes, and under the clothes was a bony body.

The man had scars on his body.

The scars were already smelly and rotten, and with sharp eyes he could actually see maggots crawling in the wounds.

"Save, save me...help..."

The other party stared at Harvey with cloudy eyes, and murmured for help.

"Uh, uh, uh..."

moment.

Harvey covered his mouth and vomited out, as if he wanted to spit out everything he ate ten days ago.

"Help me...save me...please..."

It was as if all of a sudden everyone woke up.

The prisoners tied to the cross wailed, begged for mercy, and cried...

Because everyone's body is weak.

So the voice of speaking is inaudible.

But in Harvey's ears, it was like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, as if someone was yelling in his ear with a trumpet.

"Don't! Don't! Don't say any more!!!"

Harvey covered his ears and howled miserably.

Hundreds of thousands of voices kept coming to his ears.

He covered his ears and lowered his head as he ran quickly.

Sometimes fall.

Occasionally hit the cross.

Occasionally throws himself into the arms of a criminal.

Looking around, there are densely packed crosses all around, full of wailing sounds.

It seems to have come to hell.

...

Stumbled to the tall building.

With a distance of hundreds of meters and just a few minutes, he felt as if several years had passed.

Harvey lay on his hands and knees on the ground.

Tears kept up.

He opened his mouth wide to vomit, but couldn't spit out anything - his stomach had already been emptied.

Beside him, stood a stalwart figure.

"Stand up and look around."

The figure spoke, and the words carried invisible power, giving Harvey strength.

Harvey stood up.

His eyes looked around.

Looking at the crosses, the pairs of desperate pupils, and the maggots swimming on the rotten wounds.

Smell the stench coming out.

And listening to the whispers that kept coming into my ears.

Harvey felt like he was going crazy.

"Is this hell?"

"Father, is this what you built and wanted me to see, the hell called despair?"

"If that's the case, I just want to tell you."

"you made it."

He finally knew what was going on with the frightening evil spirit he felt before.

That's the smell of death.

It was a collection of despair.

That is the sorrow between heaven and earth caused by the disappearance of countless lives.

"Father."

"You will be punished."