"Let the Sarkaz rebuild their homeland? Absolutely not! What if they start another war after rebuilding it?"
This time, Talulah wasted no words and showed no mercy.
Talulah pulled another arrow from the scarecrow and hurled it toward the source of the voice in the crowd.
A red flash streaked through the air. As though it had eyes, the arrow pierced precisely through layer after layer of people, striking the few who had been hiding in the back and fanning the flames.
Of course, quite a few arrows passed through the bodies of civilians who were angry but had not crossed the line, turning into phantoms and fading away.
Because among these people, some truly hated the Sarkaz from the bottom of their hearts.
After all, Victoria had once taken part in the destruction of Kazdel, and the Sarkaz had long harbored hatred toward Victorians. Their reprisals had never been gentle either...
Of course, that was an endless, tangled debt of blood.
Those who were struck let out agonized howls under the effects of the lingchi Arrowheads—cutting them apart while stopping the bleeding, not killing them, yet driving pain straight into their bones.
None of those hit had been unlucky, because Peaceful Longbow's arrows never wronged the innocent.
"These arrows kill only the guilty. The Benevolent Father is merciful, so he has only settled accounts with the worst tenth among all sinners." Talulah's voice was cold and calm.
"Within the King's Land of the Paradise Alliance, everyone has the right to live and work in peace. If you wish to oppose this, then step forward—let the arrows first determine whether you are sinners before you speak."
The crowd fell completely silent. No one dared utter another word of nonsense.
They looked at one another, their eyes filled with awe and