Come to another world and become a lord

Chapter 107 The Struggle for Divine Power

It was another gloomy morning, and the stake was once again set up in the square of Rickburg. Gregory stood on the platform with a smug smile on his face, and next to him stood Sister Eleanor, but the nun no longer had the smug look she had before, but instead looked lonely and guilty.

The townspeople who were watching watched all this with anxiety. They were no longer as fanatical as before and even felt hatred towards the witch hunters. However, no one dared to speak out and fear surrounded everyone.

Carl still didn't show up, and after waiting for a while, Gregory shouted.

"Today, we will cleanse these evil witches again!"

The voice made Eleanor feel a little disgusted. She looked at the townspeople around her and noticed that some young people even clenched their fists.

"Let us use the power of fire to completely wipe out their sins!"

As he spoke, he held the torch high and walked towards the stake. Eleanor closed her eyes. She seemed to have heard the screams of the women, and something was stinging her conscience.

At this moment, a middle-aged man suddenly jumped out of the crowd. He was pale and anxiously shouted, "Your Excellency the Judge, I have enough money, I have enough money, please let my daughter go!"

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the crowd. The townspeople began to whisper among themselves, their eyes filled with confusion and anger.

Gregory's face suddenly changed:

"What do you mean by enough money?"

The middle-aged man continued anxiously:

"I have gathered the money to redeem my daughter. I have gathered it, Your Excellency the Judge~"

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

"I'm not talking nonsense, Your Excellency the Judge. Didn't Brother Lal pay you yesterday to release his daughter? I've also collected enough money. Please don't burn my daughter to death!"

The crowd began to whisper again:

"what?"

"Is there such a thing?"

"I've actually heard a long time ago that the chief judge is trying to blackmail you in the name of catching witches."

"Enough! Drag him away." Gregory was obviously a little furious at this time. He ordered the witch hunters below to drag the man away. At this time, he saw another person squeeze in:

"Your Excellency the Judge, I have collected enough money. Please release my wife."

"Judge Mr. Zhang, my mother is innocent and I have money!"

More victims' families came in, and at this moment, the townspeople's emotions were completely ignited. Someone began to shout:

"Why do you still burn people?"

"Are they witches?"

"Of course they're not witches!"

In this chaos, a familiar voice suddenly rang out. Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw Carl standing at the intersection coming from the castle. Behind him was Alia and a whole team of Fire Rose Guards, and even the local guards had arrived.

"It's the Lord, it's the Lord!" Someone in the crowd cheered.

The Viscount looked at Gregory coldly, his voice loud and firm:

"The Chief Judge is the real traitor! He uses the name of God just to make money!"

"Lord Carl, you are finally here. Is this your plan? By slandering me! You may not know yet that it is your good lord who takes the lead in hiding witches!" Gregory roared viciously.

"There are no witches at all. The witch hunt is a conspiracy. You captured those innocent women and made their families pay money to redeem them. This happened not only in Rickburg this time, but also in Morgan Territory before. The Northern Tribunal has accumulated a lot of ill-gotten gains through this method. They are all corrupted, betrayed their positions, betrayed their Lord, and turned to the devil of desire!"

There was another commotion among the crowd:

"what?"

"Is there such a thing?"

"Don't listen to his nonsense!" Gregory roared, "I am God's messenger, and my whole heart is for the Lord! The head nun can vouch for me!"

"I...I..." When Eleanor heard the presiding judge mention her, she raised her head but couldn't utter a word for a long time.

"Well, let's get started~ Let's push the incident to its climax. But to be honest, Carl is really forcing people to do things that are difficult to do." Amira stood at the top of the Mage Tower and looked at the center of the square. The female mage slowly opened her hands, closed her eyes, and began to recite difficult and unfamiliar words. As time went by, sweat began to seep from her forehead, and her facial features were pursed because of the effort. However, she did not stop. As the spells were recited one by one, dark clouds began to gather in the outer city square, and low thunder sounded.

This sudden change naturally attracted everyone's attention. They no longer paid attention to the head nun who was so ashamed that she couldn't say a word, but looked up at the sky. A small dark cloud gathered above the square.

Eleanor breathed a sigh of relief, then looked up at the sky in confusion:

"What, what's going on?"

"What else could it be? It's witchcraft. It's their witch doing something!"

Gregory shouted angrily. He was about to take the opportunity to expose Karl's trick, but he heard Karl shout first:

"Look! The Lord of Light has arrived! He will personally punish these traitors!"

As these words came out, the crowd became restless:

“God is clearly working!”

"It's the Lord of Light~"

“I saw the Almighty Lord sitting in the clouds~”

The townspeople exclaimed and began to kneel down and pray.

"What?" Gregory's eyes widened.

"This is the witch's magic!" He shouted at the crowd, "Don't be bewitched!"

But apparently his shouting had no effect. Those people put their hands together, kept praising the Lord's mercy, and knelt down towards the sky.

That's right, this is the effect of the past few days. What people believe or don't believe often depends on their own expectations. Gregory's behavior in the past few days has already made people hate him to the core. They hope to see him fall, so no matter what Carl says, they are willing to believe it.

Gregory was sweating profusely at this time. He realized that his words were no longer effective. Then he suddenly remembered the women tied to the pillars and suddenly shouted at his men:

"Light the fire, light it now, and burn these witches to death!"

A young witch hunter ran towards the stake in panic, holding a torch.

Amira, with her eyes closed, seemed to be able to sense everything happening in the square. She suddenly raised a finger and moved it downwards.

There was a sudden thunder and lightning in the sky. A bolt of lightning struck the witch hunter who was trying to light the fire. With a howl, the man was instantly chopped into charcoal and fell to the ground. The torch fell and landed on the pile of firewood at the feet of the woman, and the fire began to spread.

Amira raises her hands again and slams them down. Thunder rolls and heavy rain falls from the sky, quickly extinguishing the flames and the torches of all the witch hunters.

Gregory watched all this happen in horror, muttering to himself:

"It's witchcraft, it's all witchcraft! You've all been deceived!"

At this moment, Carl's voice suddenly sounded:

"That's enough~ Judge, you betrayed the Lord! What else can I say~"

Gregory suddenly raised his head and looked at Karl with a sinister look, as if he was going to throw the jar into the ground. He suddenly shouted:

"Everyone, come on, kill Viscount Karl!"

As he shouted, the witch hunters raised their weapons one after another, and Alia and all the Fire Rose Guards also drew their weapons.

And Carl himself didn't seem to intend to retreat. He drew his sword and raised it to the sky.

High up in the tower, Amira suddenly fell to her knees due to exhaustion, and the magic power in her hands quickly dissipated.

However, the dark clouds in the square did not dissipate. Suddenly, another bolt of lightning fell from the sky, and this time it hit Carl!

“What?” The surrounding townspeople, witch hunters, Sister Eleanor, Gregory, members of the Fire Rose Guard, and even Amira herself all showed expressions of disbelief.

"Carl!" Alia screamed heartbreakingly.

Then Gregory suddenly laughed arrogantly:

“Hahahahaha! The judgment of the Lord? You say I’m a traitor? Hahaha~”

However, he stopped laughing halfway through, and the smile on his face gradually froze because he saw Carl standing there unharmed:

Golden lightning surrounded his sword, jumping and leaping, constantly flashing faint sparks. Not only that, even Carl's armor seemed to be faintly glowing with golden light, and sporadic lightning kept jumping up from the gaps in the armor and quickly dissipating. The crackling sound of the flowing electricity surrounded him.

"How is this possible?" Gregory screamed, stepping back unconsciously out of fear. "Why didn't you die? If this isn't witchcraft, what else could it be?"

What exactly was going on? In fact, even Carl himself didn't know. He was shocked when he was suddenly struck by lightning, but he didn't feel any pain or any scars on his body. He stretched out his other hand, and when he reacted, it had become like this. Is this an enchantment? Looking at the electric current that kept surging in his palm, he couldn't help but wonder in his heart that Amira, the magician, was really good.

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard someone in the crowd around me shouting:

“This is the power of the Lord~”

"Master Karl is the messenger of God!"

“He is the incarnation of the Lord on earth!”

"Nonsense, nonsense! This is all a witch's conspiracy!" Gregory was still roaring, but his tone was full of fear. He shouted fiercely, but his feet were trembling as he retreated backwards.

Although what he said was indeed true, Carl thought, it was useless. He looked around at the townspeople around him, and saw that many of them had already started to kneel down to him. In that case, he might as well let them believe him completely.

Thinking of this, he pointed his sword at Gregory and said righteously:

"Judge Gregory, you have been blinded by profit and killed innocent people. You have long since abandoned the teachings. Today, I will represent the Lord's will and bestow divine punishment upon you!"

"It's a witch's trick! Don't be afraid, just kill him!"

Gregory shouted, and along with his shout, a witch hunter really rushed towards Carl with a flail raised high. However, why was it so slow? Carl was puzzled. When the other party rushed towards him, it seemed as if he was in slow motion. Carl saw every move clearly. He just took a step back and dodged the other party's attack. Then he chopped with his sword, almost without any effort. The long sword in his hand directly split the witch hunter in half. The attached lightning turned into a sword light and continued to fly backwards, and it actually hit Gregory who was standing at the back. The presiding judge let out a pig's howl, and then fell to the ground, his whole body trembling because of the electric shock, and his crotch was immediately wet.

“What kind of power is this…” The remaining witch hunters fell into fear and no one dared to take another step forward.

Carl scratched his head, this enchantment was too powerful.

Eleanor, on the other hand, was completely in a state of panic. What on earth was going on? What happened? What kind of power was that? Then she suddenly realized the crisis, and hurriedly took off the holy book on her waist and turned to a page:

"Oh, great and almighty Lord of Light, your humble servant begs you for the power to fight against evil. May your remaining light cut through the dark night and make any evil force vanish in the face of justice..."

She chanted in panic until Carl's figure came to her side. The nun screamed in fear, the holy book fell to the ground, and the prayer was interrupted.

Then she heard loud shouts from all directions:

"For our lord, for the great saint!"

At this moment, she was in despair. When the Fire Rose Guards and local guards rushed towards the remaining witch hunters, they didn't even have the courage to resist. They were scattered in just a moment.