magic high school

Yi Lian seemed to feel the pain, but he did not stop and continued to smash down the next statue.

"Yilian, you..." Valerie gritted her teeth for a moment, and at this moment she could only pin her hopes on the ancestral magic of her family.

"Pain Transfer" is a rare technique in their family that allows them to bear the pain of others. It was left behind by their ancestor, a paladin.

Although Valerie was aware of her own shortcomings, she at least learned how to cast this spell, which could potentially help her teammates.

Although it's impossible to completely free Yilian from the curse, it can at least make him feel a little better.

Holy light immediately appeared on her hands, and the Pain Transfer spell was activated.

However, in an instant, countless images flooded into his brain.

Live dissection, suturing of facial features, removal of organs...

Countless images and pain intertwined in my mind; this was a cry and anguish formed by the pain and wails of countless people.

She immediately covered her head, instantly understanding why Yilian was in that state just now.

"This...this is..." she asked, wincing in pain.

"Tormented soul..." Yilian finally spoke, "Thank you, Valerie, for making me feel much better... but..."

He continued to swing the sledgehammer violently, smashing it down on the statue again, which still contained a corpse with its facial features sewn shut.

In an instant, endless images of torture flashed through his mind: while he was still alive, the Datong Cult members stitched up his facial features bit by bit with needle and thread...

"Thump!"

The wall was smashed open, and countless bottles and jars containing organs soaked in liquid were shattered all over the ground.

"Ripples!"

"I want to save them..." Yilian roared, smashing open another wall.

A whole row of vertebrae covered the wall...

Countless painful and distorted images flashed back to him, and he let out hoarse cries.

"I'll help you!" Valerie followed the painful memories that flashed back into her mind and found a large hammer.

A trickle of blood seeped from her nostrils and ear canals, and her holy light flickered.

With each swing of the hammer, she seemed to be fighting against countless screaming souls within her.

In this magnificent and sacred church, she gripped the sledgehammer tightly and pounded it against the wall, against the murals depicting the gods.

"Thump!"

The walls crumbled, revealing rows of large drums, followed by the image of countless girls being dismantled and used to make drums...

Another wall broke open, revealing a well-preserved corpse with its facial features stitched back together.

Boom!

The wall behind the statue cracked, revealing a small mountain of skulls...

As the hammer struck the ground, a mountain of skulls rolled down, covering the entire cathedral.

Why does the church appear grand from the outside, but feel extremely oppressive once inside?

Why is it that the cult leader's magic inflicts endless pain...?

They understood, they understood everything...

Gritting their teeth, the two followed their painful memories and found the alcohol and oil hidden in the church.

As I picked up the oil drum, memories of agonizing burning in the fire continued to flash back.

The people of the Great Harmony Cult are also capable of using spells and curses, but the source of all their spells depends on these tormented souls who are imprisoned by them forever.

And now, they are going to release these souls!

Alcohol and oil were splashed on her, and Yilian took out a list.

That was the donation list of the Datong Church at my mother's house, and by this time, most of the people on the list had already been killed in one fell swoop.

Valerie needed no further explanation; a dazzling sacred flame coalesced in her hand.

That was a flame formed by the gathering of holy light and the condensation of heat.

She dripped the small flame onto the ground, and in the next instant, the flames, like silver snakes, instantly crawled all over the church, all the corpses, and the entire filthy cathedral.

The entire cathedral, even the parts without alcohol, was instantly ignited upon contact with the flames; even the marble and reinforced concrete were engulfed in the raging fire.

In the fire, corpses were being burned.

Yilian threw the list of donations into the sea of ​​fire. In the next instant, countless flames swept over the list and tore it into pieces like dancing moths.

"Sorry we're late..."

The flames surged, seemingly engulfing everything, with Ripple and Valerie standing amidst the flames.

"Now, you are free..."

Flames shot into the sky, forming a towering pillar of light.

In the firelight, it seemed as if souls were ascending into the sky. Yi Lian even hallucinated a little girl waving to him before she ascended.

As they left the church, none of the flames along the way burned them; instead, they provided them with a clear path, and sparks condensed in the air into teardrop or flower shapes, drifting slowly down.

They walked out of the church through that passage, and outside the church were countless believers kneeling in repentance.

The flames behind him seemed to purify everything, and the wind they generated whipped up his clothes, making them flutter like banners.

No believer dared to stop them; flames protected them like guards.

"I'll give you one minute. Those who want to leave the Datong Church can leave."

However, not a single person left; their faces showed only fervor, only... madness...

"Well... it's about time!"

……

At the same moment, Li Ge, in the Imperial Capital Prison, seemed to sense something and raised his head.

"Prisoner Li Ge, do you have anything else to say?"

"I have nothing more to say. Let me go on public trial!"

……

"Our reporter reports that the headquarters of the Datong Church was hit by a fire, and the fate of all church members is unknown. They are suspected of fleeing to destroy evidence in order to escape punishment."

"The eldest prince denied any connection with the Datong Cult and claimed that he was determined to get to the bottom of the matter."

"The second prince and the third princess publicly questioned and opposed the Datong Sect, claiming they would investigate it thoroughly."

"The public trial of the criminal Li Ge will take place in three days."

……

The prison television was broadcasting the latest news.

Li Ge will be publicly tried in three days, and in this empire, a public trial is arguably the cruelest form of trial.

The person being tried will be dragged to the square in front of the Supreme Court to face accusations, insults and abuse from everyone, and will be publicly tried, even beheaded.

Its nature is similar to the execution at Caishikou in Li Ge's previous life, or the five-part division of Shang Yang. It is usually only the most heinous criminals who deserve to be punished by heaven and earth.

This level of insult is no less than the ultimate insult to the Imperials.

But Li Ge didn't prepare any defense or appeal; he just wanted a public trial of "himself."

In fact, in his original plan, the mission should have ended after he killed the emperor and Yilian killed the high-ranking members of the church.

With the church's protectors gone and its leaders gone, and the entire story of the Datong Church exposed to the light of day, their mission should be complete.

They can then go directly back to school and wait for their results.

As for choosing to be caught, it was merely a safety measure that Li Ge took. He was unsure if the matter would end, so he chose to play it safe.

Unexpectedly, there really is a follow-up to be done.

Although Li Ge was working backward from the reference answer this time, he also realized that this final step was the public trial of himself, the criminal.

Only by thoroughly judging oneself can countless "selves" achieve true redemption.

It's fair to say that this monthly exam was full of traps. Even for someone like me who had looked at the answer key, it would have been difficult to pass perfectly without a safe approach.

Li Ge found it hard to imagine how the newcomers from the mystical and traditional schools would manage to navigate this world.

But now, looking at the iron bars that imprison him, he felt no anxiety, only waiting for the public trial three days later, which would be the final outcome.