I'm a god in the infinite game

Tribunal 23.

This is the first witch trial tribunal to be held today.

Witch No. [-] who was brought up to be tried and tied to the central pillar was a young girl. She looked like she was over sixteen or seventeen years old. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but she could only Make some broken residual sound.

Just like that, she was yelled at by the guard next to her: "No noise is allowed in the trial court! Shut up!"

"She can't hear it." The bishop sitting above said indifferently, "She is a deaf-mute, so please gag her first."

The guards used a piece of cotton cloth to seal the shrinking girl's lips. She looked at the people around her with a confused and frightened expression on her face—she didn't seem to understand herself? What was she going through? Nobody explained to her what was going on.

"Your mother defected on the day you were pronounced a witch, so we will try you next, and then we will find that you have been born without hearing or speaking," the bishop said coldly. She said, not at all? I don't care if she heard, "There are so many children born in this world, why? Only you were born as a deaf-mute."

"God never? Never? Severe kind people. You have been deprived of hearing and language skills. It must be what you have done. What made God angry? He? Will punish you."

"—For example, you are? A tortoise? An evil witch in this world!"

Although I couldn't hear it, the bishop's obvious disgust and accusation made the girl subconsciously shake her head in horror. Her eyes were filled with tears, and she kept shaking her hands, trying to use sign language to explain, but His hands were tightly bound.

Someone nearby couldn't help defending the girl in a low voice: "My lord, this child has been staying at home since he was born because he can't hear? "Haven't done anything bad, no? A witch, maybe?"

"No noise is allowed above the Holy See." The bishop gave the man a cold look, "You are justifying this witch who is about to be tried, because you were bewitched by this witch, and you want to be tried together?"

The man shrank his neck, didn't he? He reluctantly closed his mouth.

He is the neighbor of the child's family. He has watched the child grow up since he was a child. After the child's mother was reported as a witch trial and confirmed, the child and her father were dragged to other trial courts for trial. Now the trial court In addition, there was no one who spoke for the child, so after he got the jury qualifications, he thought about it and came here—at least he could say a few words for the child who couldn't speak.

But it turns out that in front of the Holy See, there is no difference whether you are dumb or not? No matter what you justify, you will be convicted.

"But God is? No? He's so? Cruel." The bishop changed the subject, "Originally, a witch like you was to be tested with the Holy Fire, but now that the war is in dire straits, the domestic digestion? Eel women are not enough? The Holy See Or maybe it's not that unreasonable."

"So we changed the way we tested."

The bishop casually waved his hand: "Go to the eel box."

A box full of eels was pushed in front of the girl by the guard. The girl looked at the box of eels in horror. She seemed to realize what was going to happen, and struggled violently.

The bishop was not moved: "If you can digest this box of eels in court, you can still maintain your sanity, won't you? Bewitched by the devil and degenerate into a witch, swear to be loyal to the Holy See forever, and clean and digest eels for all mankind forever , come to the Holy See to receive the eel digestion share on a monthly basis—almost? the amount in front of you, and we will release you without guilt."

Under the hand of the bishop, the guard loosened the girl from the pillar, made her kneel in front of the box of eels, pressed her writhing head against the box, and pulled the cloth from her mouth. The regiment ordered arrogantly and disgustingly: "To prove that you are not a witch, start swallowing."

"Hurry up! There are still a lot of witches to be judged today, don't you? It's a waste of our time."

The girl's teeth were closed tightly, her eyes were red, her thin shoulders were trembling, and she was unwilling to speak.

The guard cursed secretly, and began to stretch out his hand to break her mouth, forcing her to swallow it.

Mu Sicheng's blood pressure rose sharply while hiding in the jury, and his fists were clenched for a moment. Tang Erda's face was so gloomy that water dripped out, and the gun in his hand was loaded.

"Fuck." Mu Sicheng cursed secretly, "Are they beasts?!"

This girl reminded them of Jiayi.

"Do you want to do it?" Mu Sicheng turned to look at Tang Erda.

Tang Erda shook his head calmly: "It's easy to hurt her now, the guards are too close to her."

"But I can't? I can't look at her..." Tang Er paused, "Wait another 30 seconds, okay? Let's attack and save her."

Mu Sicheng took a deep breath and made an OK gesture.

"Wait, Lord Bishop, before she starts, shouldn't I pray for her to be purified?" A brisk female voice came, interrupting the guard's action of forcing the girl to swallow the eel.

Mu Sicheng and Tang Erda tensed up when they heard the voice, and they suddenly turned their heads to look over.

The blue-eyed girl with long blond curly hair was wearing a pure white two-color nun's dress, and she clenched her hands slightly in front of her body as if praying. She looked at the bishop with a pair of bright eyes, and sincerely asked: "Before the interrogation begins , can I pray for her? This is my job as a nun, please be sure not to reject me."

After seeing Phoebe's expression, the bishop's heart beat wildly involuntarily, and he almost took his eyes off the small piece of bare white skin on Phoebe's chest, Made a gesture of invitation, and stammered: "Of course! If you don't? Dislike the other party's dirty words."

Phoebe smiled sweetly, and bowed slightly: "Thank you, Bishop, for allowing my willful request."

The bishop was simply fascinated by the rumored most beautiful new nun. He leaned forward and talked to Phoebe with blurred eyes. He seemed to have forgotten the witch who was waiting to be tried: "But how do you Will you come over so soon? You should still be in the No. [-] Holy See, and the trial of the No. [-] Holy See has not yet started."

"Really?" Phoebe blinked playfully. "Maybe because of my help, today's trial ended extremely quickly. Those trials of witches in the Tribunal have already ended, my lord bishop."

"Believe me, your trial here today? It will end soon."

Phoebe raised the corners of her mouth and walked down, approaching the trembling young girl. The smile on her face was between holy and cruel, and she spoke in a very soft voice: "- soon, Your Excellency Bishop, you can also finish your work with my help like the other bishops of the Tribunal, and go to rest."

"Forever~"

The bishop didn't hear Phoebe's words clearly, and asked a confused question, but Phoebe didn't answer, but jumped up and down the steps and walked in front of the girl.

Phoebe raised her hand, and she signed slowly, "Are you a witch?"

There were tears in the girl's eyes, and she looked at Phoebe who walked in front of her with fear and a hint of expectation—this was the first person who was willing to communicate with her after she was caught here, and she was thinking When he shook his head in denial, he didn't know why? The shaking of his head stopped suddenly, and his fingers moved, as if he wanted to say something in sign language.

Phoebe looked up at the guard next to her: "Untie her."

The guard hesitated for a moment, but still untied the girl. The girl struggled with the red-scarred hands on her wrists and signed with trembling hands: "I don't know what? It's a witch."

"All I know is that my mother was declared a witch."

"If she's a witch, I should be too? Right."

Phoebe squatted down interestingly, and she said in sign language: "Witches will be tried by the Holy See and suffer a lot of torture. How dare you admit that you are a witch in front of me?"

The girl burst into tears, and asked in sign language anxiously and puzzled: "But they say mom is a witch!"

"Mom is fine, so should the witch? Very good! Why? Trial the witch!"

"You're right." Phoebe smiled wryly, and she said in sign language, "I also don't think it's necessary to try witches."

After communicating with the girl, Phoebe turned her head and looked up at Bishop with regret, "Master Bishop, just now she admitted that she is a witch."

The bishop was stunned: "Cheng, did you admit it?"

"Since she admits that she is a witch, then she must be burned to death with the sacred fire according to the usual practice... Oh no? Yes, to test her?" Phoebe asked calmly.

"Now that you've admitted it." The bishop hesitated for a moment, "...then, let's light the holy fire."

The torches were piled up under the pillars, and the girl was dragged back in confusion. The neighbors couldn't bear to look away, didn't they? Wanting to see this cruel scene, Tang Erda and Mu Sicheng looked at each other, ready to hands on.

"She can't speak, can't she hear? This is a physical disability. This is the punishment God gave her. She was condemned as a witch and burned to hell. After death, her soul was burned and suffered, so she couldn't go to heaven." The bishop spoke righteously, chanting the eulogy as if in pity, and finally saluted, bowing his head and whispering, "May the Lord forgive her crimes."

The girl should have been terrified when everyone approached with torches, but she looked at Phoebe standing directly in front of her, don't know why? felt dazed and calm.

She looked at the blond-haired, blue-eyed nun with a slight smile, and signed to her in sign language as if chatting:

"You know what? It's my favourite, the fact that they use your physical mutilation to pronounce you a witch."

"You remind me of another witch."

"I haven't prayed sincerely for a long time, but today? Let's make an exception and pray for you."

The nun lowered her slender and curly eyelashes, covered her green eyes, and prayed softly with a pure expression: "May the Lord bless her to go to heaven."

[System prompt: Player Phoebe uses skills (prayer·gospel)]

[This skill can confuse all npcs and players within a certain range, let the other party open their hearts to the player, believe in all the actions of the player, have a sense of intimacy with the player, and approach the player spontaneously. 】

Behind Phoebe spread huge white wings, and the holy light covered the entire church, making people dazzled and fascinated, with a trance-like expression, as if indulging in a heavenly dream.

The moment Tang Er hit this keen old player with his wings protruding behind Phoebe, he grabbed Mu Sicheng, a novice who hadn't reacted yet, and quickly backed away, quickly jumped onto the side wall of the church, and passed through the hollow opening on the top. Crawled out, lay down on the top and looked at the scene inside, narrowly avoiding Phoebe's Gospel range.

Seeing the bishop in the church roll down from his pew and lie down at Phoebe's feet, the guard suddenly put down the torch and knelt down to confess his crime. She confided, and Mu Sicheng patted his chest with lingering fear: "Wow, this skill is too good. It has a huge range."

Tang Erda's expression was not good-looking: "She is stronger than I imagined."

...Obviously a player in the control position, but looks...aggressive and imposing.

Normal control and roaming players should be the kind of Mu Ke who deliberately hides his sense of presence, but Phoebe's sense of presence from the beginning to the end is obviously too much, isn't this? feature.

Phoebe is in control, which is the hallmark of the main attacker and tactician.

"I suspect that she not only takes on the job of controlling and roaming." Tang Erda's tone became a little more serious, "She may also take on the role of main attacker and tactician."

"Main attacker and tactician?!" Mu Sicheng was a little surprised. "Control, roaming, tactician, and main attacker. This guy has taken care of everything. Is she a hexagonal fighter?!"

"She and Bai Liu and Nishen are players at the same level. She has grown up to be a strong enemy. This is only her first year participating in the league." Tang Erda's tone became more and more low-key, "No wonder Jiayi assigned me to play. In the courtroom, Jiayi should have guessed that Phoebe is the main attacker and will come to sweep the courtroom. With her offensive ability, it is estimated that only you and me with high defense can withstand it."

"It's a tough fight."

In the trial court, Phoebe? Is it important? She walked slowly in front of the girl, and she untied the rope that bound the girl: "You go away."

"Today's trial has nothing to do with you."

The girl looked at Phoebe's face in amazement, and signed in sign language: "No? Are you judging me? Why? It has nothing to do with me?"

"What? Will you be judged?" Phoebe shrugged, and she smiled. "Of course everyone except you, don't I? I like to judge witches."

The girl looked at Phoebe understandingly, but soon, under the guidance of the gospel, she left obediently, and helped her confused neighbor away. Before leaving, the girl looked back Phoebe, whose brain is somewhere between lucid and chaotic, seemed to see Phoebe waving at her, smiling and saying in sign language:

"Goodbye, Miss Witch."

Phoebe lowered her eyes, looked at these men prostrating on the ground, and ordered softly: "Let me think about it, what do you guys do? Wouldn't it be better to end it?"

"I've already used it on fire, don't you? How about—"

The white wings on Phoebe's back lightly vibrated, flipped from the low end upwards, and turned into black bat wings. Her original light green eyes became darker, emitting a ghostly fluorescence, and the corners of her mouth Two fangs are exposed, and two small red horns about one finger long grow out of the forehead.

[System prompt: Player Phoebe is equipped with the monster book form "A Witch Who Falls into Hell"]

Phoebe smiled like a little devil with that innocent face, with a playful and nasty tone: "Judge others to go to hell all day long, why don't you see hell? How about you?"

"No? Like today? Let me pray that you go to hell. This is also part of the work of nuns."

[System prompt: Player Phoebe uses skill (Hell Prayer Song)]

[This skill can increase the damage of all players on your side (including yourself?) by 15%, the duration is [-] minutes, and the cooldown time is two hours. 】

The entire Holy See was instantly shrouded in dark shadows. The ground seemed to be filled with countless wraiths. The cold air was blowing into the bones. Countless sticky and invisible ghost corpses and skeletons crawled from the ground. When they came out, they held the hands and feet of those men who were still awake, and sucked each other's yang energy face to face, and soon sucked each other down to a skeleton.

This hellish scene made Mu Sicheng completely dumbfounded: "...What is this? Ah?! According to the information Wang Shun gave, Phoebe doesn't have this skill! Doesn't she have a big skill? Is it a single-target blood-sucking attack? !"

Tang Er frowned: "Sure enough, it's the main attack, or the range attack. This card is hidden deep enough in the King's Guild. Phoebe has never used this skill in the previous game, and neither has Wang Shun? I didn't get the inside information. It should be the king's guild." The guild's trump card for the playoffs."

After the end of the gospel, the bishop was sober for a brief moment. He was sucked by seventeen or eighteen skeletons, and his face quickly dried up. He looked at Phoebe standing in the center of the trial court in horror, Dry and difficult to ask: "Why?...?!"

"Aren't you? Are you a nun?!"

"The Holy See has spent so much energy to train you, why do you want to stand on the side of the witch?!"

Phoebe sat on the high judgment table shaking her calf. She tilted her head and repeated the bishop's words in a puzzled tone: "Why?"

"It's true that you can win the game as a nun, and it's pretty easy to win."

"But I can win if I stand on the witch's side, I chose to stand on the witch's side—" Phoebe spread her hands innocently, with a cute smile on her face, "That's naturally because I like it very much." Witch."

"Although they are not the same kind of witches, but they use the same title, so I like it very much."

Phoebe jumped down from the judgment stand, and stepped on the bishop's shriveled head with a smile:

"Besides, it's really too simple to kill a cowardly and dirty man like you. Wouldn't it take me a lot of effort? It's just a matter of convenience. I'm willing to do something for my liking."

Is the bishop dead? He stared at Phoebe with a peaceful look. Gandhi struggled twice and turned into a skeleton.

"Two people who are peeping." Phoebe casually stomped on the skull's head, looked up at the empty space at the top of the trial chamber, and smiled harmlessly, "Shouldn't you? Do you think that the purpose of my big skills is to kill these insignificant NPCs?"

Tang Er's eyes were fixed, and he quickly grabbed Mu Sicheng's shoulders and jumped in reverse, jumping off the top of the Holy See.

Just at the moment Mu Sicheng was caught and jumped down, there was a loud sound of explosive hammer behind them. Mu Sicheng looked up at the huge hollow where they had just been hiding, and there stood a burning The person holding a huge half-human-high bone in his hand is also burning with flames.

[System prompt: Player Liu Ji equips the monster book identity "Burning Monster"]

[System prompt: Player Liu Ji used the skill (Flaming Bone Hammer)]

[This skill burns [-] points of the player's health, triples the original S-level lethality, and reaches the SS level. 】

[Player Liu Ji is within the effective range of (Hell Prayer Song), the increased lethality has quadrupled again, and the lethality has been increased to twelve times the original one. A single blow can penetrate the protection of the most top players at present, causing Between 20.00% and 20.00% of five health damage. 】

And the dome where they were standing just now has been completely smashed open. There is a huge hole on the top of the Holy See, as if it has been bombed by a missile, but it is within the range of Phoebe's skills, but the Holy See is still there. Shrouded in darkness, not even a ray of light can come out.

Liu Ji, who was burning, jumped down from the hole in the dome. The bone hammer he was carrying hit the ground heavily, causing a deep depression in the ground. The movement was so loud that Tang, who was standing firmly on the ground, Both Er Da and Mu Sicheng were shocked.

It was the first time for Mu Sicheng to feel such a huge sense of attack and oppression. His scalp was numb and he looked at the burning monster opposite - no? It was his illusion, right?This guy's attack damage is so high, it feels like he will go down halfway after eating the attack health bar.

When I saw Liu Ji in the rose factory before, I didn't feel like this. What happened? !

Tang Erda's back muscles were completely tense. He took out his gun and stared at the witch Phoebe standing in front of him: "So the King's Guild didn't recruit main attackers this year, isn't it? It's because you didn't prepare to be the main attacker. Hand, a dead horse is treated as a living horse doctor, let Liu Ji be your main attacker, but you cooperate, this is your complete main attacker form, isn't it?"

Phoebe's wings vibrated happily, she put her hands behind her back, and smiled briskly: "No? Yes."

"But as long as I'm here, anyone in our guild can be the main attacker, so no matter how useless they are, with my assistance, they can make beautiful attacks."

Liu Ji, who is burning his life points: ...

Although, although it is true, but... so hurtful Miss Phoebe QAQ.

"Now I believe you also know what is the key to the confrontation between us." Phoebe, isn't it? Is it? Is it? Slowly walking towards Tang Er to beat them, the smile on her face looks very friendly, but Tang Erda and Mu Sicheng retreated again and again, "We are all the main attackers, and we are also the key attackers in the team."

"——That means that side will deal with the opponent first, and be able to return to the Pope's Palace to join the large forces and suppress the opponent with a numerical advantage. Which side will be the first? Get the first chance and grab the key to the ladder."

"That is to say—" Phoebe's wings vibrated, and she disappeared in place. In the next second, she appeared in front of Mu Sicheng almost out of thin air, held Mu Sicheng's neck, and said in a cold tone. Say, "Which side loses first, loses."

"—Then? Let's get rid of the newcomers and weaklings of your main attacking team first."

Mu Sicheng's pupils constricted.