He Really Came

"Bazel, Border Count—you controlled nearly half the Northern Territory, yet you kept turning your blade on refugees. No one knew how many people in the Northern Territory died by your hand."

Bazel glared at Theus, opening his mouth as if to say something, but the Banshee beside him clenched her fist and smashed the lower half of his face.

Steel collided with white bone, forcibly muffling his wail.

"Don't be in such a hurry. Once you're in the furnace, you'll have plenty of time to scream," Theus sneered.

The people below erupted in cheers. Many of them had once been refugees from White Crow. They had endured untold blood and tears on their journey to Blood Port. In fact, the Mystic Society had originally been founded only because Josh wanted to shelter those refugees.

Many of those refugees had been hunted by Bazel. They already had a blood feud with him.

Bazel's crimes no longer needed a Tribunal. His atrocities were known to all; this was merely an execution.

Bazel glared viciously at him, his eyes full of hatred. He had once been just one step away from becoming the lord of the Northern Territory, yet now he could only become fuel for Blood Port. How could he not hate it?

"At first, I only wanted to develop quietly. Industrial and technological progress would change this world on its own. But now I've figured it out."

"As long as people like you remain, Castel will never know peace. As long as the shackles of the old days have not been shattered, there will always be someone who wants to put them around our necks!"

"The Northern Territory is only the beginning."

As soon as those words were spoken, the Faithguard Army's gazes gradually turned feverish.

Everyone knew that Castel and