"Damn heresy!"

The magister doesn't think this is the goddess's protection.

The Municipal Square was crowded with people. The execution platform was a huge pile of wood, and the Holy Lily was placed on it.

The torch burned.

"Burn her to death!"

I don’t know who started it, but the shouting quickly became loud.

"You must not be impulsive."

Emma tried to dissuade him, holding onto Downton's sleeve tightly. If Downton robbed the execution ground, he would be going against the entire White Harbor, the Magic Council, and the Holy See of Flame, and he would no longer have a place to stay.

"I know!"

Downton reassured Emma.

"Time's up. Execution!"

The Magister gave an order, and the guards threw the burning torches towards the pile of wood.

boom!

The execution platform, which had been doused with grease, immediately burst into flames, with flames reaching into the sky.

"Burn the heretics, long live the Magic Council!"

the Magister shouted.

The people also shouted, but after two shouts, a huge thunder exploded, drowning out all the sounds.

The weather that was originally clear and clear suddenly turned into strong winds, dark clouds, and heavy rain.

Wow!

The heavy rain only lasted for a few minutes. It stopped after the fire was extinguished. This scene made every citizen stunned. They stared at the witch like a monster.

"This is a witchcraft. Come here and exchange firewood!"

The magister looked ferocious.

"Hey, this farce needs to end."

Downton teleported and appeared on the execution platform, crushing Saint Lily's handcuffs, "Are you okay?"

"fine!"

Holy Lily held her forehead, frail and weak.

"heresy!"

The Magister shouted, "Guards, take them down!"

"How did you get caught?"

Downton didn't think that these miscellaneous fish could capture Holy Lily alive.

"When I woke up, I found that I had been caught."

Saint Lily was helpless. Even the dignified and authentic saint who was given the title of witch was drunk.

Thousands of archers appeared on the streets, on the houses, and around the execution platform, shooting.

It was indeed the richest era of Netheril. Even ordinary archers used magical explosive arrows. Even if the dragon came in person, they would have to shed a layer of skin.

Whoosh!

A circle of ripples spread out, and the thousands of arrows that were densely shot seemed to be held by an invisible big hand and stopped directly in place.

The same goes for the second wave and the third wave.

Phew! Phew! Phew!

Hundreds of magic shots followed, but they were all blocked by Downton's liquid mass.

"It's not too late to surrender now, otherwise the Magic Council will kill you whole!"

The Magister threatens.

"Are you mentally ill? Whether you surrender or not, you will die. How do you think I should choose?"

Downton complained angrily, "You have read too many magic books, have you become stupid?"

"Run quickly!"

People were worried about being accidentally injured and wanted to leave the municipal square as soon as possible, so a pushing and quarrel broke out, which then escalated into a stampede.

"Please calm down, everyone!"

Holy lilies spread a halo of tranquility.

"The efficiency is too slow."

Downton raised his right foot and kicked the ground violently.

Boom!

Like a big earthquake, the aura of victory exploded, and everyone seemed to have been hit on the head by a siege ram. They could no longer stand still and fell to the ground.

Even the archers standing on the roofs of the buildings around the square were affected, and for a moment, there was deathly silence.

"Look, it's quiet!"

Downton shrugged his shoulders.

The only one who was still standing was Emma. She seemed to have seen a god coming down to earth. She looked at Downton and could make nearly 100,000 people faint instantly with a stamp of her feet. Is this the realm of the God of War?

"Looks like we have a guest!"

Before Saint Lily finished speaking, bullets were fired at them. At the same time, three waves of people rushed out from the hiding house, firing volleys of fire cannons.

Da da da!

The sound of gunfire was fierce.

"careful!"

Downton reminded, "These guys are very weird. Their weapons can ignore our shields."

A man wrapped in black clothes teleported to Downton with a long sword that was obviously in the style of the Eastern Continent, and he drew the sword and slashed furiously.

"Onboard!"
Chapter completed!