Chapter 311 Both Body and Soul Are Destroyed

Three thousand people stood on the curved high platform. From the perspective of Mistress Ban Rui, it was really an impressive "mountain of people". The remaining people were watching from the outside of a larger circle, three levels inside and three outside. , at first glance it is crowded, it can be called a "sea of ​​people".

If a time traveler from the real world saw this scene, the first reaction would probably be, "Are you taking graduation photos? There are so many people in this class! Why is the photographer tied up?"

Mistress Ban Rui had never had the experience of taking graduation photos. She just felt that this scene was unheard of, and it was both absurd and weird.

It was approaching noon, and the scheduled execution time was approaching. There was not much time left for Mistress Ban Rui to think wildly.

Recalling her sinful life, Matron Banrui didn't feel any regret, but she felt extremely regretful. After struggling for six hundred years, she was one of the most famous people in the evil camp in Faerûn, but she didn't expect to end up like this. Such an outcome.

Drizzt was also standing on the high platform, located in the center of the arc-shaped high platform.

"The execution time has arrived. Listen to my orders. Everyone, load the bullets!"

Drizzt shouted an order, and the volunteers took out the bullets, powder packs and flash caps from the ammunition bags, and loaded the rifles according to the steps taught by the instructors.

Drizzt waited patiently for the last soldier to load his bullet, and continued to shout loudly: "Listen to my command and pull the hammer!"

Suddenly, bursts of "katta" sounds were heard, and the volunteers pulled the hammers and got ready to fire.

"Listen to my command and aim your gun!"

Ru Lin's gun was pointed at Madam Ban Rui.

The volunteers are all equipped with Minie rifles. The base area has not yet completed the replacement of new rifles. Only a small number of outstanding shooters are equipped with bolt-action rifles with higher accuracy and lever-action rifles with more firepower.

Three thousand volunteers were ready to fire, their guns aimed at Matron Baenre. Drizzt paused for a moment to prepare both the victim and the executioner mentally.

At the last moment of execution, Mistress Banrui lowered her head and closed her eyes.

She originally thought that it was just death. Death was not the end, but the beginning. Her soul would ascend to the Kingdom of the Spider Queen and gain eternal life, so there was nothing to fear in facing it with her eyes open.

"Listen to my command, three, two, one, fire!"

Because the volunteers were all new recruits, Drizzt counted down. The time interval between each countdown was slightly longer, giving everyone enough time to prepare and ensuring that the shooters could fire at the same time.

"boom--!"

Three thousand guns fired at the same time, making a deafening sound. The sound was long and echoing. After the sound of the gun, there was still a buzzing sound refracted in the cave.

Not all of the three thousand rounds of bullets hit Mistress Ban Rui. After all, some volunteers had poor shooting talents and their training was hasty. It is normal for the bullets to miss the target. Even so, more than two thousand bullets hit the target.

Mistress Baenre's body exploded into a cloud of blood mist with a pop, and the execution column that bound her turned into fine scum, splattering on the rock wall behind, and smeared into an irregular-shaped mess. .

A layer of the rock wall behind her was chipped away by the bullets that passed through it, stone powder fell rustlingly, and rock fragments burst out with crackling sounds.

…

When Mistress Baenre was shot, the dark elf captives also watched from a distance. They did not have as firm a reactionary stance as Mistress Baenre. Seeing that Mistress Baenre was beaten into a real scum, her soul was annihilated at the same time. , was suddenly frightened out of his wits.

In the continent of Faerûn, death is not terrible. There are many places for the soul after death. If the body is intact, the death time is not long, and you happen to meet a high-level priest, it can be revived by resurrection.

Even if the corpse is mutilated and cannot be resurrected, if you are devout in faith, you can ascend to the Kingdom of God to serve the gods. If you are not devout in faith, you can also go to the Kingdom of the Dead and the Pale Wilderness, and come under the rule of the gods of death, Warrank and Jergal.

Evil souls and souls that had made deals with the devil fell into hell, and were transformed into demonic worms by the influence of the will of the abyss on the banks of the Styx, and then devoured each other and evolved into various demons.

The souls of the unbelievers will be nailed to the wall of unbelievers.

The annihilation of the soul is the real death. Whether it is swallowed in hell, the soul is absorbed by the will of the abyss, or is incinerated by the holy light in the upper world, or falls into the hands of the necromancer and is burned up as soul energy fuel, it is the ultimate death. In a terrible way of death, the information carried by the soul will be completely wiped out in the multiverse, leaving no trace of its existence.

For the natives of Faerûn, soul annihilation is ten thousand times more terrifying than death!

These days, the mood of the dark elf captives has been relatively stable. Some of them are even a little arrogant, and they are laughing at the believers for being stupid and wasting their energy and energy on such a murderous ritual. It is equivalent to sending off Matron Baenre to the kingdom of God of the Great Spider Queen.

Now they are no longer ridiculous. They are crying and howling. The timid ones knelt down and begged for mercy. The brave ones tried to resist. They would rather be killed in the resistance than accept the firing penalty of the trial.

Whether they should be spared or not depends on whether they are not guilty enough to die and want to resist. They have been hungry for more than ten days and have no strength to break free from the rope.