Nothing else.

At this moment, Old John was stripped of all his clothes and tied up naked by the shackles of the forbidden demons, only retaining the last trace of dignity that covered his body.

And the bloody whip marks that had not yet faded were telling the story of what torture the god-fellowed person suffered before being escorted.

The prisoner who was also imprisoned could not hurt him, but it would be different if it were the knights and priests in the inquisition.

But even so, Old John still held his head up and his chest was clear and bright.

Like a green pine tree that will never fall.

The crowds of onlookers gradually became turbulent.

I don’t know who took the lead, but suddenly, a stone hit Old John’s face.

Someone laughed.

Then, the second and third pieces...

Not only stones, some domestic garbage, and some common filth in cities gradually became like raindrops, thrown out by the people on both sides and kept hitting the protagonist who was being escorted.

There was a faint curse from the people:

"Ph! The cultist who is in chaos!"

"Blasphemy! Death!"

"Smash him! Smash him!"

"Burn him to death!"

“Hahahahaha…”

Looking at the onlookers who were numb and happy to throw filth, the players were stunned for a moment.

Demacia was also slightly stunned, and then fell into silence.

His eyes swept over Old John in complexity, and saw that the other party's face still did not change color.

However, deep in the eyes of this divine follower, there seemed to be a little more gloomy.

But that gloomy flashed quickly and turned into a strong light and faith...

Demacia was stunned.

His gaze was once again on the civilians, and he was in a complicated mood when he looked at their happy and excited gazes.

At this moment, he finally understood exactly why Old John had made such a choice.

For the vast majority of civilians in the human kingdom, they have been enslaved for too long, and they are completely numb in their bones and have long forgotten to resist.

The nobles control extraordinary power, the church controls public opinion, and everything about them.

For them, watching the infidels’ judgment was as attractive as watching people and pigs during the New Year in Blue Star.

It is precisely because they have neither the courage to resist nor the belief in fighting that they can only vent their emotions, vent their dissatisfaction with reality, and seek some psychological comfort by throwing stones at the pagans.

This is an era of darkness, an era of ignorance and ignorance, an era of insensitiveness...

Even though the stars are lit under the leadership of players and preachers of life, the stars are ultimately the stars.

Without an opportunity, this silent wasteland cannot be shaken.

Fortunately, not all civilians are so numb. Deep in the crowd, you can still see many gazes looking at Old John, full of complexity, worry and grief.

However, their figures have been submerged in the boiling crowd.

"The weather is so cold, why don't you dress him?"

On the high platform, Princess Teresa frowned, glanced at Old John below the stage, and looked at Bishop Winster, the Regent's Secretary.

Bishop Winster smiled softly:

"Your kindness is admirable, your highness, but... this is the punishment of the gods to the pagans, a blasphemer, an evil person who destroys the stability of the empire."

"The pagans...destroy the empire..."

Princess Theresa nodded as if she understood it, and looked at Old John with a hint of disgust.

The great nobles around him whispered and looked down at Old John who was escorted to the front of the stage and tied to the punishment rack. His playful and disdainful eyes were like looking at a monkey.

The bell rang again, and the bishop of the Tribunal in a black robe came to the front of the stage.

He raised a piece of golden parchment with a solemn face. The grand voice spread throughout every corner of the square under the effect of amplification magic:

"Abide by the Pope's crown, I announce it"
Chapter completed!