To be reborn as a porcelain doll Part 17

Mary, without understanding what had happened, found herself plunged into unconsciousness.

"I did it all because I love you," Alyysia screamed, and Mary opened her eyes again, seeing Alyysia kneeling on the ground. Mary looked around. The surroundings resembled a vast football stadium, but place instead of grass, it was entirely made of soil.

Rather than football fans in the stands, people with disgusted looks were staring down. Mary noticed that all these disgusted looks were directed towards Alyysia.

As Mary tried to understand what had happened, Felix's voice was heard.

"You killed your own child and Amnessia. Is that because you love me? And you made a deal with the devil, selling your soul! Are you still the Alyysia I know?! Tell me!"

Mary raised her eyebrows, looking at Felix. There was a disappointed expression on Felix's face, as if he would immediately forgive Alyysia if she provided a reasonable explanation.

Alyysia smiled and said, "Mother sees and knows everything! I haven't done anything wrong. I only did the tasks she asked of me because when Mother descended to this world, all mercy would come, and with it, class distinction would disappear! Now I could love you freely, my dear!"

While Felix clenched his fist, his heart was shattered, and his face showed the pain. His brows furrowed, as if the words Alyysia spoke were the last ones he wanted to hear.Felix's loud voice was heard all around.

"Alyysia Thumberg her murdered the Imperial lineage, Amnessia Flordnort, and her own child, dismembering them and offering them to the Devil! Furthermore, she has sold her soul to the Devil, completely deviating from the path of the Supreme God Xearix, and has fallen into perversion. The crimes she committed include killing two people, disrespecting the lives bestowed by God Xearix and Goddess Npyhx by destroying them with her own hands, and not content with that, she has shown disrespect to their dead by tormenting them. Moreover, she has joined forces with the Devil by deviating from the path of the Supreme God Xearix. For the crimes she has committed..."

Felix swallowed hard and spoke.

"The punishment is death..."

All the spectators in the stands began to shout.

"Kill the heretic!"

"Kill the devil worshiper!"

"Disgusting creature!"

"Devil!"

"As she continues to live, she pollutes and corrupts our entire Empire with her breath. Kill her quickly!"

"KİLL HER QUİCKLY!"

Alyysia, being dragged by a few white-robed men, smiled and even laughed as she was being dragged.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! MOTHER, CAN YOU SEE? YOU WERE RIGHT; PEOPLE STILL CAN'T SEE YOUR TRUTH... STILL BLIND, STILL!"

Later, a white-robed man grimaced and punched Alyysia, speaking angrily.

"Shut up, devil!"

Due to the impact of the punch, a few of Alyysia's teeth flew out, and blood ran from her nose. She looked at the white-robed man with a crazy smile. The man, disgusted by Alyysia's expression, then tied her to a stake in the shape of a cross and, after nailing her hand, looked at the Emperor.

Felix's eyes were filled with tears, and he wanted to jump to where Alyysia was right now to save her, but the woman behind him spoke coldly.

"Do you still love this woman who killed your child?"

Felix straightened his expression and looked at the elderly, wrinkled woman behind him.

"No, Mother..."

Behind him was Frod, and next to him, the Heartless Dragon Vanderhatt still looked at Alyysia with cold eyes.

Felix nodded his head again to confirm the execution order, and then the white-robed man set the stake on fire. The stake began to burn, but Alyysia, as if she still didn't feel pain, laughed wildly.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

As Alyysia's whole body was engulfed in flames, she began to scream with pain.

"MOTHER... DO YOU SEE WHAT THEY ARE DOING TO YOUR CHILD?... MOTHER... HOW CAN THEY DO THIS TO ME?... MOTHER, AVENGE YOUR CHILD!"

While the entire stake burned to ashes, the white-robed men looked at Alyysia's completely charred body with disdain. It was pathetic that she clung to her imaginary being named "Mother" until her last breath. Suddenly, a whisper echoed in everyone's ears.

"My child... How dare you do this to my child?"

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice, and a red-haired and red-eyed porcelain doll, dressed in luxurious clothes, was walking towards the burnt Alyysia. Frod, Vanderhatt, and the white-robed men wanted to attack the walking porcelain doll immediately, but they found that they couldn't move their bodies.

As they were all surprised, Mary came to Alyysia and touched her charred body as if feeling sorry.

"How could they do this to you, my child?"

A violent explosion echoed where the red-haired porcelain doll had been.

"Boom."

Everyone turned their gaze to the point where the black smoke trailed, realizing it was a fireball thrown by the Heartless Dragon Vanderhatt. Following the explosion, the porcelain doll's body parts scattered around as its porcelain doll red eye plummeted toward where the Emperor, Frod, and Vanderhatt stood.

As people feared a great calamity, thanks to the Heartless Dragon Vanderhatt, they swiftly and narrowly escaped the impending danger. Even those in the vicinity were momentarily upset at themselves for fearing the porcelain doll. With everyone in high spirits, storm clouds gathered in the sky, gradually darkening it. Thunder rumbled through the darkened sky, and rain began to pour.

People, looking up at the suddenly gathered black storm clouds, were filled with fear. However, a child had been influenced by these magical clouds and reached out his hand toward the rain. Looking at the water droplets on his hand, he widened his eyes and threw the rainwater to the ground.

Because what dripped from the sky was not water; it was a rain of small pieces of bright red flesh. The bloody rain continued to pour down with all its intensity, and thunder roared every few seconds, as if heralding the apocalypse. Everyone started screaming in horror. Vanderhatt looked at the blood, the color draining from his face. Then, when he looked back to where the porcelain doll had been, its red glass eye suddenly moved, and the pupil turned toward them, creating an even more terrifying atmosphere.

Vanderhatt, escaping initiative, but felt that his body wasn't moving again. Later, he sensed something holding him in place. Looking down, he saw the porcelain doll's limbs he had destroyed a few seconds ago. Small porcelain hands and legs were grasping him, and despite his efforts to break free, even using magic, the porcelain limbs held onto Vanderhatt more tightly, crawling over his body like worms. Vanderhatt's stomach began to churn violently.

He vomited, and Frod and the Emperor next to him also vomited. Even the Emperor's mother vomited. Vanderhatt looked at his vomit and saw that it was bloody, and the red liquid-covered porcelain doll's hair was stained with this fluid.

Vanderhatt felt fear inside him, and involuntarily it grew and took over him.Vanderhatt's entire body began to tremble. He hadn't felt such fear for centuries. He even wished to experience a mana frenzy and escape this terror. For the first time, he could be a wizard eager to undergo a mana frenzy. It felt as if there was such a powerful entity before them that he recalled a wizard in the past who communicated with Chaos. Did that wizard also feel such fear? Vanderhatt, internally, wanted to beg for forgiveness from the porcelain doll he had destroyed. He even wished to worship it madly like Alyysia, thinking that perhaps such devotion could exempt him from this fear.

As the rain of fleshy blood intensified, the smell of blood enveloped the surroundings. Then, the white-robed men turned to escape, and a scream was heard from where the four white-robed men had been.

One of the four men in white robes, screaming madly, had his hands and feet twisted in different directions, and blood started flowing from his eyes. Then, another scream was heard from the old-looking man with a white beard and white robe,clawing at his face with his fingernails and tearing at his flesh, screaming, "HELP ME! HELP ME! HELP ME!"

Two members of the four-person group were screaming for help, their cries echoing around. Everyone in the stands had completely escaped the horror of the rain because the scene in front of them was like a manifestation of hell in their current world.

Then, a noblewoman screamed and pointed with her finger at the other two men, then fainted. People looking in the direction indicated by the noblewoman suddenly let out screams from their mouths.

"Ahhhhh!"