Shocked by the other party's strange accent and straightforward words, Captain Auror was speechless for a moment. He pulled the female team member beside him and gave up the idea of ​​continuing to reason with the other party. The death knights in front of him were obviously irrational. They were still stubbornly acting based on their ancient concepts and principles, not to mention that the other party is not a living creature, and their thinking and actions are different from them. Captain Auror secretly persuaded himself that these are all the armed forces of the Harris family, and they are half of their own people. It would be better not to provoke them for a black wizard.

Seeing that these "little men" were no longer nagging, the Death Knight wearing the horns turned around, Amikus Carlo was already placed on a wooden stake by his two companions. He felt like a cool ointment was applied to the broken leg at this time. The cool feeling greatly relieved the pain of the broken leg. His expression seemed to be mentally abnormal under the action of the drug, and his thoughts were no longer occupied by unbearable pain, but he still stared at these undead faces with a hideous face. What did Amikus puzzled was that these undead creatures in front of him mercilessly killed their companions who had not had time to escape, and then grabbed himself who fell to the ground first, and then rescued himself. What did he want to do...

But as a very experienced Death Eater and a dark wizard, Amikus saw two giant logs that were originally beams of burials standing not far beside him - they were deeply nailed to the ground by the undead knights, which made him feel more and more uneasy. He felt that the situation was not good for him. Amikus, who relieved the pain under the action of the medicine, struggled to escape regardless of his broken legs, but then a death knight who noticed his movements pressed his back firmly. The difference in strength made him look like a fish on a sticky plate, his body fluttering constantly, but he couldn't do without this wooden stake.

"What do you want to do?" He felt chilling at the cold and indifferent eyes of the Death Knight who was approaching him. Although they did not do anything to him now, this waiting process made people even more frightened. The raised muscles under his skin kept twitching. His fearful eyes swept to Captain Auror who was about to leave, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw and begged anxiously, "I surrender myself! I am a Death Eater!... Burrow, I burned... I attacked the Weasley family! I admit all crimes... You guys quickly capture me, this is your duty... You... Can't I surrender myself?"

But the Aurors had turned around, and the death knight in the lead signaled the two death knights pressing his arms to hold him in the middle of the upright log, untied the iron chains around his waist and handed his wrists, hung his hands on the two logs, forcing him to spread his arms.

The movement here also attracted the attention of Weasleys.

"What are they doing?" Ron stared at the direction of the Death Knight, his face covered with ashes, and his mouth widened in surprise.

"I bet he's going to be punished!" Thinking that the Death Eaters burned their homes and injured their relatives, Ginny held her arm and threw her long curly red hair behind her, gritted her teeth and said, "It attacked us and didn't have time to release the ghoul from the attic. He had to pay the price."

Captain Auror returned to the team, pinched his fingers and looked at the actions of these Death Knights with expressionless expressions. According to Auror's regulations, he should have gone up to stop the actions of these Death Knights and arrested Amirkus, but the bodies of the Death Eaters in the previous battle were still lying on the ground. He was sure that the Auror on his side was not the opponent of these Death Knights, and these knights were also Harris's people... So, the captain could only report what happened here through the Perception Mark Badge on the H94 uniform.

Seeing that the Aurors did not take action, and the leading Death Knight pulled out a one-handed axe as a flying axe. Amirkus was completely disheartened. He looked panicked. This huge killer god was about to come over with murderous aura. Amirkus cursed at the onlookers in despair: "Are you Aurors? Have you fulfilled your duties as Aurors? You don't accept the prisoner's surrender..."

The leading Death Knight grabbed the collar behind Amikus, and with his other hand pulled out the one-handed axe hanging on his right waist, and raised it high, "May the raven guide you..."

Although Amikus, as a wizard, did not understand the other party's customs, he knew that his fate would never be good. His whole body was trembling, his muscles and bones were twitching, and his teeth and teeth couldn't help but collide with each other, making a giggle sound, and kept begging for mercy in a vague way, "Stop... don't... don't kill me..."

The Death Knight was not moved by Amikus' plea. Under the ghostly moon, he cut the axe that was shining with the cold light into Amikus's back, and then began to pull from top to bottom.

Amikus screamed in a moment, and the sharp axe penetrated deeply into Amikus' spine and cut his back down along his spine. Amikus's eyes rolled up in pain, his whole body trembled, and he let out a hoarse scream with half open mouth.

The worst plan for the other wizards present was that the dark wizard in front of him would be executed on the spot, and they did not expect such a bloody scene to happen. Ginny, who was originally vengeful, seemed unable to move her eyes away from the terrible scene in front of her. Ron's face was pale and his nose wings fluttered. He murmured: "This is terrible."

Captain Auror couldn't help but take a step forward, and then he found that the death knights' eyes were cold on him. It seemed that if he dared to step forward and interfere with their execution, he would seem to attack him. His eyes turned around the scattered corpses on the ground, and he gave up the idea of ​​trying to stop him.

Blood splattered onto the mask on the head of the death knight's face. The cold eyes in the gap in the armor did not move, and then the blood-stained axe was embedded on the wooden stake on one side. At this time, the back of the inmate in front of him had been cut open and his spine was exposed. The Viking undead stretched out his huge palm with armor and inserted it into the gap in the just-cut spine.

Amikus raised his head in pain, but unlike before, he seemed to dare not make screams or moves at all, so as not to pull the wound and bring more pain.

"This is too cruel." The female Auror who just accompanied Captain Auror, looked pale, and she was full of goose bumps. Although as a wizard and Auror, she had experienced many life and death battles, spells, and especially the visual effects brought by black magic are not much gentler than the scene in front of her, this physical method nakedly caused everything in front of her is novel for the wizards.

The torture Death Knight did not care about the gaze of the people around him. He used his hand to break Amikus' ribs outward along the slit cut on his back, and instantly pried the ribs from his spine to break the connection between them. The Viking undead used brute force to force the inmate's ribs outward. The blood-red ribs were facing like two closed wings, and the bright red internal organs appeared in front of the Death Knight, and many of them were undulating violently.

"This is the 'Blood Eagle'! It originated in Scandinavia in the Middle Ages. It is said that it was a ritual of retaliation invented by the Vikings..." An Auror pressed his chest and murmured, "Ravenclaw... I peeked in the Muggle world before I entered the wizarding world, but I didn't expect that one day I would see it with my own eyes..."

Ron in the distance was already stunned and trembled all over. Gryffindor's original worldview believed that the worst magic was nothing more than the Avadassauer's curse, but after witnessing all this, his face turned pale, and the freckles on both sides of his nose were clearly visible.

"He~ is still alive." Ginny's voice was also trembling. She had no intention of revenge at all, and she felt cold all over. "They gave him medicine before to make sure he could suffer alive."

"Fred, why don't you pull Ginny away! Don't let her see." Arthur, who was sitting on the ground, finally let himself yell.

At this time, the hand on the iron chain hanging on Amikus was tightly pinched into a fist. With the movement of the Death Knight, the fist suddenly shook and kept trembling. This severe pain made Amikus hope that he could die immediately and could no longer sense the pain. However, the potions he had taken before not only saved his life, but also kept his divine intelligence awake. The pain points were also weakened to the point where he could not faint, but it made him worse than death - and after his chest was opened, he could not even breathe.

But the pain was not over yet. The Viking executioner was about to dig out Amikus' lungs from his chest, and then let go, and the lungs drooped on the ribs on his back. As he breathed, the lungs caused the ribs to shake up and down. As soon as the bloody and fresh lungs touched the air, they instantly expanded rapidly due to edema. During this process, the Death Knight was careful not to tear off the trachea of ​​the inmate... In this way, the lungs with weak breathing held up their "wings", and a picture of a "blood eagle" flying was near in front of him.

Blood flowed down from his back and soon gathered into a pool on the soles of his feet.

The undead knight shook the blood on his hands and groped around his waist for a while, turned his head and said to his two companions: "Uh, there is no need for salt, I don't bring it..."

Seeing the other two Necromancers shook their heads and said that the little leader gave up in disappointment.

Amikus was not grateful for this. He just let out intermittently and hummed breathing, his eyes widened. His lungs had gradually become exhausted and atrophy after contacting the air until he could no longer inhale oxygen. After a little time, the face of the Death Eater Amikus Carlo gradually turned gray, his eyes became unconscious, and his head hung weakly.

The Death Knight, who was splashed with blood, lowered his head, raised his right arm and raised his hand over his head, raised his index and middle fingers, and the other fingers bent, soothing and rhythmically around the horned helmet above his head, and waved it twice as the final ceremony.

All the Death Knights watched the scene in front of them, and they hung up Amikus, who was gray-faced, high. Amikus' feet were swaying in the air, and his shoes had long disappeared. The remaining leg was twisted and drooping, and his peeled back skin was pulled and stretched completely by the iron wire. The entire spread back skin looked like a pair of wings from the front. On the back, his shrinking lung leaves were placed on the already black and bloody internal organs. The bloody smell gradually provoked some small flying insects in the forest to rush over.

At this time, Allen's clone teleported over in a black mist and appeared not far from the Blood Eagle in front of the Burrow. His eyes burned into ruined Burrow and the injured George. Arthur and the others swept over, but did not notice what was above the head behind him. Allen frowned, and showed a worried look in his eyes. Then he waved to Captain Auror, who was not far away, with a very ugly expression: "Where is Mrs. Weasley and Bill? Why are your face so ugly?"
Chapter completed!