I Am Louis XIV

  Chapter 432 The Devil's Doom (middle)

   Of course, this dark wizard was not hired by the Austrians on the request of Queen Antonia - he was the one who escaped from the actual research institute of the hospital named by Louis XIV...experiment.

The experimenter did not live up to the trust of the king. He easily gained the trust of his peers. To be honest, if he hadn't known that there were many more powerful wizards under Louis XIV, he would rather be with these people. How happy it is, mortals are like livestock tools to wizards, and they are like mud under their feet. Dark wizards are most afraid of this issue in the world, and they have no scruples when they move.

Even in the most noble era of wizards, that is, in ancient Greece and ancient Rome, wizards named priests and shamans still needed to find an opportunity to sacrifice alive, and now it is almost impossible - not even kings, all Those who are tortured to death are not sacrifices, but sinners.

what a shame.

Mr. Experiment let out a final sigh in his heart. The spice thrown into the fire changed its smell unknowingly. A dark wizard who had always been very alert raised his head sharply, but before he could make a sound, he already knew it. He's also an excellent potionist, and a cunning slipper (he's from Flanders), Mr. Experiment has delivered his blade.

The secretly summoned vines entangled the potionist's body, keeping his body upright, and the hot blood gurgled out from his back waist, taking away his strength and thoughts, and he was not without a last resort, But the fingers and waist of Mr. Experiment, who was closely behind him, were shining with the light of the magic tool ring-since he got Gayola, the assets of several major families have become the king's private collection. Of course, the most It is not gold and precious stones that are valuable, but magical objects dating back to ancient Egypt.

It is too easy to deal with a dark wizard who has no background or family, even if it is the last blow that exhausts his life and magic power, it is like an ant. Falling into the quagmire did not attract anyone's attention, even Carlos II, who was only a few steps away from him.

   In the narrowing field of vision of the first dead man, he saw someone rushing down from the high edge of the arena with torches.

   He remembered what happened a long time ago.

At that time, he was just an apprentice of a dark wizard. Like most of the apprentices and disciples of dark wizards, he was abducted, but he did not remember his parents, relatives and friends. The only clear memory was the one he and the teacher got along with. Over ten years. To say how deep the relationship between him and the teacher is, it is simply nonsense. The disciples of the dark wizard have always been regarded as experimental materials, sacrifices, or the teacher's prepared body, and at the same time act as hard-working assistants and laborers .

   But this is the first time he sees through the teacher's lie.

The teacher said that they were born to be high and mortal; the teacher said that mortals fear them, just as rabbits fear jackals; the teacher said that they hide their identities and disappear to avoid being disturbed... He almost believed it. When they were discovered - they were in a village, pretending to be a doctor and his disciples, for a Roman tomb near the village, and for the living population of the village.

The village is full of ordinary and foolish women, but there is such a steward, who was fortunate enough to serve a priest of the Inquisition. Although the time was short, he had seen real wizards with his own eyes. When he saw their appearance, he was puzzled. When they left to explore the mausoleum, they secretly looked through their luggage - they were careful enough, but the steward didn't need any hard evidence.

In the village, the words of the stewards are very authoritative. When they were still in the mausoleum, the villagers gathered together. They were like now, holding torches, and rushed into the semi-abandoned mausoleum. The torches were connected in the dark. into a line, and then spread into a red tide.

The tide rushed towards them, if it was just one or two people, or even ten people, his teacher, a dark wizard who was also famous in the inner world, could easily kill them, but—his teacher was very calm at first , his potion and curse melted the first person who rushed in front of him, and summoned a few clumsy clay puppets - he also proudly told his disciples before that if such a situation really happened, just destroy it. The first few people, those stupid mortals, would turn around and run away in fright.

He was right and wrong, and the villagers did panic - seeing the bravest men melt like candles in the heat, but fear, which most of the time makes people flinch, also Sometimes, it also makes people burst into fierce courage.

  ———

   Death did not leave much time for the first victim. He had completely lost the power to think before he recalled the screams of the teacher at the stake. And as his head slowly dropped, the dark wizards also saw the crowd rushing towards them.

Carlos II's first reaction was to shout "Guard!" But he immediately realized that in order to have a good time tonight, he didn't bring the usual guards and attendants. Most of the people around him He is a dark wizard and a priest of the Inquisition, but he is in Toledo, the center of Spain, and he is the king. How could he be in danger?

He had long been tired of the Queen Mother, the Duke and the Archbishop of Don Juan, the restraints and discipline of the ministers, and after his return from Paris, this harsh treatment had been slightly relaxed - he did not realize that he had been He gave up, but because of what happened not long ago, the supervision of him began to be strict again. Those servants selected from the children of the nobles were like Jose, and the king regarded him as watching his eyes and ears.

The king made a sharp and strange cry from the chair, "Kill them!" Driven by panic and drugs, his eyes were red and his body was trembling. He had no other idea but to kill these arrogant civilians in front of him. .

"Kill them!" Even without the king's order, the wizards and priests thought so. They didn't know that the Cathedral of Santo Domingo had fallen, and they thought they were occasionally discovered - they were not afraid of killing people, and they were not afraid of killing them. Be responsible. Even if these people do not know that this is their king, but when they have sealed all their mouths and removed all traces, these people are the bandits who dared to attack the king.

   Playing and abusing innocents for a long time has given these Beyonders an illusion that mortals are fragile and incompetent gadgets.

They, as well as Carlos II, had forgotten that the people they dealt with in the past were all in shackles, without water, without food, and spent many days in a prison that did not see the light of day. When they finally saw someone, It is also often a weak girl, or teenager, against a dozen strong (or special gifted) grown men.

Sometimes there are several prison guards who are good at torture. At that time, the torturers were not able to do it unless they were big men with swollen muscles - Queen Antonia couldn't strangle poor Bella, such as limb torture, wheel torture, Trojan horses, etc., also need enough strength to turn the winch, break bones, and move heavy objects.

So, as the potionist's teacher encountered, both wizards and priests, their attacks did succeed in hitting whoever came first to them, but compared to the hundreds of people here, these few The ten people were like the foam on eggnog, and it was gone after a little flip. Even if they died tragically, except for the altar in the center, they could only rely on the faint light generated by the shaking torches. The result is that the deterrence they want doesn't get into too many people's hearts.

   Their behavior is like adding fuel to the fire, confirming that these people are really wizards or fallen priests!

  People shouted one after another, some shouted: "Here!" Some shouted: "God **** devil!" Others shouted: "My friend (brother, brother-in-law

  , uncle) is dead! "Because they didn't directly see the blood-soaked tragic situation, the people who heard it were filled with infinite anger and courage. They roared over the rows of stair steps, raised their weapons, and rushed towards those in robes. .

  They don't even need to be identified, commoners rarely wear robes - if they do, they don't come out wearing them at this time.

What followed was a chaotic brawl, or a drowning crush, where people grabbed a man in a robe and beat him, flails were drawn to the head, pitchforks were stabbed, ropes were pulled around the neck... Wizards and priests guarded Carlos II and wanted to escape, but why did Milady choose the arena? Because the arena is a perfect trap, with people pouring into the center from all directions, looking for a gap to escape—perhaps possible without Milady and her wizard.

Carlos II seemed to be shaking his head. A priest beside him suddenly pressed his hand on his throat and fell down. A dark wizard glanced down and saw a metal arrow tail protruding from his fingers, "It's a short crossbow arrow! ' he exclaimed. "We must get out of here now!"

  If this was a premeditated assassination…

if…

"No!" cried another sorcerer. They had been forced into the broken emperor's seat. This position was reserved for the emperor or for sacrifices. It was a semi-circular platform. Because of the excellent quality Throwing spells at the crowd, blocking the boiling mortals about eight or nine feet around the platform, but they can't leave, their strength is not enough to carry Carlos II, even if they want to escape, when casting the spell Also escaped by wizards hiding in the dark.

   There was no other way, the dark wizard who had watched the priest die looked at the king - something to his surprise happened.

Before    Carlos II could persuade him, he shouted: "I am the king! I am your king! I am Carlos II! The Spaniards! You are besieging your king! Do you want to treason!"

  …

That moment of silence can even make one feel suddenly deaf, and the person near the platform stops abruptly and goes quiet - before they understand whether they are delusional, or the sinner is talking nonsense , the people behind were still clamoring and shoving them, but soon, like a lake smashed by stones, the words quickly spread like ripples, and a terrifying silence followed.

  People looked at each other as if they were in a nightmare.

   is a nightmare.

There are already people—not every priest in Toledo is from the church and convent of Santo Domingo, but among them are deacons and deacons of commoner origin, or choirmen, and helpers who work in the church. When encountering this kind of thing, there is always a sense of responsibility that cannot be shied away from. When people besieged wizards, they affirmed that this is an uncompromising black mass altar with their agile skills, sharp eyes, and professional knowledge. .

The poor people, whose limbs had been broken off and gutted out, were naked, but their clothes were left behind before they could be burned and discarded, and the shell, the symbol of St. Jacob, the caretaker of the traveler, was still shining on their hats, They also found bitter whips and iron thorns tied to their legs, which showed that the victims here were either devout believers or ascetic monks, and this sin was undoubtedly beyond forgiveness and shirk.

  People's disbelief is not because they can't believe that such a crime happened in Toledo, but because they don't want to believe that there is even their king among such crimes.

How is it possible - in their impression, under the whitewashing of the archbishop and the queen dowager, Carlos II was a merciful but merciful king, and after his recovery, his recovery was even more rendered as a gift of God , was a blessed man, and his piety was beyond reproach.

But it was such a man, who appeared at a bloody, stench-filled black mass - people looked at each other in despair, trying to find a reason for him, but couldn't say anything - the Spaniards had expected a A king like Charles V reappeared in Spain. Even in the most prosperous period of Spain, the commoners did not benefit from it, but no one would want their country to be as dim and weak as the setting sun.

  The miraculous recovery of Carlos II gave them a reason to cheer up. Although the taxes are still heavy, the work is still hard, the food, clothing, housing and transportation are still so difficult... But human beings are a kind of creature that can explode with infinite power when there is hope.

   Milady stared at the darkness in the silence. She had planned with Louis XIV for a long time, but she didn't want to face a group of people like this when Charles Bourbon succeeded to the Spanish throne.

   They want to completely destroy the Spanish Habsburgs.

   She nodded quietly.

   Looking down at the crowd, Carlos II, who had regained his confidence from the silence of obedience, took a deep breath and stood up: "I am..."

   A mass of sludge is coming!

   Tell a joke.

   A stupid author, who slept until the middle of the night with dry eyes, took the disposable eyedrops - the ones with sharp incisions after unscrewing, click on the drop, click on the right, good! click left...

   Poke in the eye...

   (end of this chapter)