Chapter 34 Chapter VI The Executioner

Manju's intuition was right, he was indeed being watched, and although most of the eyes looking at him belonged to the dead, there was a pair of eyes that were not, and those eyes belonged to the living.Others have already arrived at the Necromancer, and there are already people waiting. The arrival of the living disturbed the life of the dead. They had not seen a living body appear on their sacred ground for hundreds of years, but it was not only the arrival of these two people that caused restless restlessness in their souls. Crowds gathered around the sanctuary, watching with invisible eyes, hearing with deaf ears, and speaking with dumb mouths.No one here understands them, no one listens to them, and it makes their frustration very strong.The dead—they thought like Emin—knew the danger, but were powerless to do anything about it, and all they could do was watch with those who watched, and wait with those who waited.

This second observer was actually the first to arrive.He arrived at the Necromancer early in the morning, when the pale, icy sun was struggling to climb to the top.The sun lazily climbed into the sky, as if wondering why on earth it bothered to do this.The eyes of these undead—who saw the passage of time, not as a living person's second by second, but like a vast, ever-changing ocean—nearly missed him.Immediately after coming out of the portal, he disappeared again, almost at the same time as the second he appeared. It was not easy to find him, but the dead man found his place, or at least a part of him, for the man was too good at what he was good at.No human eye can see through his invisibility shield, and all the undead can do is keep his image in their minds.The man they saw was in formal law enforcement attire, a gray robe emblazoned with the symbols of the Nine Tribes.Many of the dead recognized him—the Executioner—some trembling with terror, some cursing him.

One of the most powerful sorcerers of Simharon, the Executioner lives in the holy mountain.Generally he only serves Catalyst Saints, especially Bishops of Vanya.The executioner performs things for them, such as transfiguring people into stone, or banishing them from the afterlife, and the reward is to be endowed with unlimited life force and the freedom to choose to use the life force as they please.As such, he was able to continually develop his skills in magic and far surpassed his kind. Today, however, the executioner does not intend to rely on magic.Like the other observer in the sanctuary, he also carried a tool in the pocket of his gray robe, a magical and extraordinary instrument carefully created with dark craftsmanship.

He was greatly interested in this device, and he had spent a whole night studying it, and now he took it out again and concentrated on studying it.The undead were all attracted, surrounded by curiosity, looking at this new gadget in shock and fear.Since they have the same mind as the Creator of all things: the Creator, they know roughly what it is and what it is for, but they find this terrible thing difficult to understand.Perhaps the Creator feels the same way, and here and now, He must regret endowing humans with the "wisdom" they use to do such nefarious research. The night before, Bishop Fanya summoned the executioner in his office, and when he gave him the order, Fanya was sure that he knew exactly what he wanted him to do in the mind of the wizard.

"Joran is now sentenced to death for returning to the kingdom and putting it in great danger!" the archbishop announced in a loud voice. "He deceived the people into appointing him Emperor, and therefore the rest of the Dukes must be bound by a solemn oath to protect him to the death. You, Executioner, consider yourself above these laws, since the Church—the The greatest authority in the land, who exists by the gift of the gods, has sentenced Joram to death. Once the sentence is executed, you must take back the dark sword and bring it back to me immediately, so as to prevent It exists to cause even more havoc in this world." The archbishop paused here for a breath, and watched the executioner carefully to make sure he understood what he wanted him to understand and would not understand Don't let him understand.

"In addition." The archbishop continued after taking a deep breath. "While Choram's execution was undeniably very just, we believe that the people are in a state of tension and instability, and it would be best if they could be convinced that their emperor died at the hands of the enemy. One of your former The criminal who personally banished him to the realm of the afterlife, the magician called Manju, will meet Joram at the Necromancer - clear proof. Incidentally, proof that our Emperor wants to betray his people If a quarrel between these two men, Joram and the magician, resulted in the Emperor's death, it would be of great benefit to all concerned..." The executioner then fully understood, agreed, and bowed bowed, and left the archbishop without a word.

Walking into the teleportation corridor, the sorcerer left the holy mountain, traveled through time and space, and came to a secret basement of the Duke Sis Order.Pass on his needs to the person in charge here.The executioner was immediately released into several rooms closed off from the other Dukes, where someone was studying the personal belongings confiscated from the eccentrics. All kinds of Dukexis members were busy sorting these belongings. When they saw such a high-level member of their regiment coming, they immediately bowed to show their respect, and stopped their work and stood aside to let him inspect the items.He wasn't interested in unusual timepieces, or ugly jewels, or parchments with portraits of other weirdos—mostly women and children—on them, and the executioner didn't even glance at them. He walked over at a glance.The only thing he is interested in is weapons.

Although he himself was not an innate understanding of the abilities of the Ninth Tribe, the executioner was familiar with the various tools of the dark craft.He has studied these tools, as he has studied many other things in this world.He went over the weapons caches carefully, looking at each one as he came, taking great care not to touch any of them.Occasionally he asked a question to one of the Dukes who stood respectfully nearby.However, the executioner found that he knew as much about these weapons as they did, and in some respects, knew more than they did. Although he had not been in that battle, he had watched it with great interest, noting that it was the deadly swiftness with which these weapons sent out their beams that produced the greatest damage.He studied these first. These metal instruments are small enough to fit in the palm of your hand, but they have no instructions on how to operate them, at least not in appearance.

The executioner was beginning to think that he might have to try his luck with one of them anyway, hoping not to accidentally burn himself to ashes while experimenting with how to operate it, when suddenly he found a new one that suited him better. s things. buckshot gun. He had read about it in ancient books about the dark craft.While it is known that Simharon never built such weapons, they were theorized and some crude schematics of how they were used survive.The weapon, of course, was far more complex than any blueprint the Executioner had ever seen, but he supposed it worked on the same principle.

The executioner wrapped it carefully in a piece of cloth, and placed the weapon in a box with what appeared to be a large number of buckshot from it.He sealed the box with a powerful spell that could prevent fire and explosion, and then, carefully holding the box, he left the hidden and dark Dukexis basement and came to Malilong through the teleportation corridor. When a blacksmith who was exhausted to the point of collapse saw a man in a gray robe coming out of the teleportation corridor outside the temporary blacksmith shop in Merilon City, he was greatly surprised.Everyone on Simharon had seen or heard rumors of the Executioner.Although the blacksmith was a strong and brave man, he could not help trembling when the sorcerer approached him.

Suddenly a terrible thought flashed through the blacksmith's weary mind: "I will be punished for the attack of the enemy, and it will be executed immediately without trial." The blacksmith raised his hammer, ready to die a little more worthwhile. But the executioner, in his cold, low voice, immediately assured the blacksmith that it was his knowledge, not his head, that he wanted. The executioner took the box from the folds of his robes, removed the charm, opened the cloth, and showed the gun to the blacksmith. The blacksmith marveled, picked up the weapon, and stroked it lovingly. Its exquisite and perfect craftsmanship and design dazzled him, and tears blurred his eyes with excitement.However, the executioner quickly interrupted his ecstasy, demanding to know how it was used. The executioner probably backed away a little when the blacksmith started dismantling the gun, maybe... but doubtful.The executioner is a highly skilled person. If he has emotions, he will never reveal them to anyone.All the time that the blacksmith had been acquainted with the weapon, he appeared immobile in appearance, his face always hidden in the gray hood. The blacksmith spent an hour studying it carefully, and finally, respectfully refitting the various parts, he said bluntly, "I know how to use it, my lord, although I don't understand how they get their power." "Then—" the executioner replied. "That's more than enough." The blacksmith took the gun in his hand, stroked it fondly, and explained it to the executioner in a concise manner. "To aim the weapon at your target, you just have to flip this little lever with your finger." The blacksmith pointed to the trigger. "The weapon generates enormous force and shoots the bullet out so it can pass through anything within a certain distance." "Flesh is okay?" the executioner asked immediately. "Flesh, rock, and even steel." The blacksmith looked longingly at the gun. "I suppose you don't want to prove it, my lord?" "No!" replied the wizard. "Your explanation satisfies me." Retrieving the weapon, the executioner stepped into the teleportation corridor and disappeared.The blacksmith sighed heavily, and helplessly raised the hammer vigorously, and began to tap on a rough pick head again.
The executioner returned to his own safe and hidden quarters on the Holy Mountain.The dwelling is deep underground.The executioner deliberately avoided everyone, and it was said that it was the only place where the holy mountain was blind and deaf.The executioner began to practice the weapon himself.He aimed it at a wall, hooked his finger on the trigger, as the blacksmith indicated, and gave a hard squeeze. The violent sound almost deafened his ears, and the recoil from the gun made him stagger a few steps, almost dropping the gun.A few minutes later, his hands were still numb from the shock.When he recovered from the shock, he immediately stepped forward to check the target on the wall, but found to his dismay that there was no trace of the bullet passing through.The walls are still smooth and undamaged.However, upon closer inspection, it turned out that it was not the gun that was the problem, but the person using the gun; the executioner's hit was off target, if not by a mile, then by a town. The executioner bravely cast a spell on himself, causing him to temporarily lose his hearing.He practiced with the gun in both hands, and after an hour he finally managed to hit the target at least close.Measuring the holes left in the wall, the executioner found that they were just large enough to hold a man's upper body.That's good enough.In any case, as daylight approached, he had to make sure that his chosen location would be neither seen nor suspected. When it came to the Necromancer, the executioner took his place and hid himself next to the sacrificial stone, using his cloak of invisibility to hide him from all but the undead.From this position he watched the arrival of the magician (whom the executioner could touch as soon as he reached out his hand), and watched with interest how Manju chose his hiding-place. The executioner glanced up at the sun, it won't be long.Standing in the bright sun, feeling a voiceless silence hang over the pinnacle of the world, the executioner waited.