The Past of the Good

Chapter 33: The Past of the Benevolent

Onomamus was pinned to the ground.

No one was holding the young and strong, terrifying "bear" down, but the gravitational restraints placed upon him were like the iron traps of a bear hunter, rendering him unable to move.

Before Ono lay corpses.

None of them were nobles, nor lackeys of nobles. All were the bodies of rebels and civilians who had chosen to follow the rebels.

The High Knight's lackeys were executing people in rows.

With each gunshot, an entire row of dozens of people fell in unison.

"Traitors! Traitors!"

Onomamus struggled fiercely, his blood-red eyes fixed on a ragged beggar.

Around the beggar were other ragged individuals, some clad in simple leather armor.

They had all been members of the rebellion.

Despite his rage, Onomamus couldn't fathom why these people, who had once fought alongside him, were now standing with the enemy.

No...

Perhaps they had sided with the enemy long ago.

Onomamus would understand this matter after some time.

"Kill all the rebels, all those who supported the rebels and did not abandon darkness for light. Destroy the city."

"But leave Onomamus."

A cold command descended from the sky.

A woman with pure white wings embedded in her back descended from the heavens.

She was a High Knight.

The luxurious attire, where every thread and line could buy hundreds of slaves, and the jewels on her crown, enough to purchase a country, proclaimed her identity.

"Traitors... traitors..." Onomamus repeatedly uttered the word, his roar turning into sobs.

"Shh, shh, shh." The High Knight approached Ono, crouched down, cradled his head, and softly comforted him. "You were just hit by an oxygen deprivation round. Your organs are severely lacking oxygen. You can shout later."

"Traitors... lackeys..." Ono continued to curse, his spittle and tears splashing onto the gauntlets of the High Knight who was wiping the bloodstains from his face.

Ono tried to ram his head into the High Knight's chest, but this attempt only resulted in him falling unconscious for two minutes – due to a thin energy coating on the High Knight's armor.

"How should I comfort you?" The High Knight continued to hold Ono. "I gave you a chance, Onomamus. I told you that if you agreed to return to me, I would turn your people and subordinates into your slaves and playthings, letting them join your rebellion game."

"Just like our relationship before."

The last sentence pierced Ono's ears like a flame, instantly igniting all his confusion, dissatisfaction, and hatred.

Ono wanted to curse loudly.

The High Knight knew he was about to curse, but such vulgar words were clearly inappropriate in such a public setting with other nobles present, so the High Knight covered Ono's mouth.

She covered it gently, using the "silence field" integrated into her gauntlets to prevent Ono's words from penetrating her palm.

"This is not your fault. You were too naive, too kind," the High Knight whispered comfortingly. "Of course, you couldn't see the hidden agendas within your ranks. Even if you did, you would have tried to reform them."

Ono looked up and glared at the High Knight, his gaze so fierce that the High Knight's guards instinctively took a step back.

"You made too many mistakes in this rebellion game."

"Why can't you understand that people who share your fate don't necessarily stand with you?"

As she spoke, the High Knight turned to look at the "traitors" behind her, scrutinizing them one by one.

"You don't seriously believe that not being enslaved... is more important than them being able to eat and stay warm from now on, do you?"

After saying this, the High Knight's gaze returned to Ono.

Her tone was gentle, but to Ono, it sounded terrifying.

"Come back. Stop playing this rebellion game."

"You've been fighting alongside me since you were three. You know my capabilities, and you know the capabilities of other gods on Nuceria."

"Don't force me to hurt you again."

"..."

"Get lost!" Ono gritted his teeth, his angry words squeezed through his clenched jaw. "I'd rather go to the gladiatorial arena than be your slave!"

The High Knight was taken aback for a moment, but a smile that conveyed "everything is under control" quickly replaced her surprise.

"You'd rather go to the gladiatorial arena than come back to me and be a slave?"

She said.

"It seems I still need to give you a little punishment, just like when you were a child."

"Do you remember your parents and sisters dying because of your mistakes? Now, more people will soon die because of your mistakes."

She took out a metal tube, no larger than a toothpick, and with a thought...

The gravity that descended from the sky instantly crushed the traitors whom Ono had cursed and berated.

Ono's heart was still struggling and cursing, but he appeared to have rolled over on the ground. The intense pain made him convulse so badly that he couldn't utter a coherent word, tears streaming down his face like a fountain, his body spasming.

He felt as if someone was stabbing his heart with a knife.

Those traitors were detestable, but Ono still couldn't be completely heartless towards them, as they had once fought alongside him, nor could he applaud their deaths.

Not to mention, seeing these people killed by the High Knight before him brought back the most painful and agonizing memories for Ono.

"It's not my fault," the High Knight said with a smile. "I intended for them to live like cattle, but you forced me to kill them. This is your fault."

Ono lay on the ground, clutching his heart, convulsing in pain, suffocating, coughing violently, and gasping for breath.

Slowly, he closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he saw the cave and the other gladiators.

"What's wrong?" Angron stepped forward to ask.

Qin Xia also opened his eyes and turned his gaze to Ono.

"Nothing," Ono shook his head. "I just had a dream."

"You had a dream?" Angron raised an eyebrow and helped Ono up from the ground. "A dream about being killed? I feel a piercing pain from you; I only feel this way when the dead appear around me."

"It's nothing," Ono smiled. "Really, it's nothing, just a nightmare."

Angron nodded and sat back in his original position.

Qin Xia also closed his eyes, continuing his exploration of psychic power.

Ono glanced out the window, then at the gladiators, and found that everyone was awake and the sky had brightened.

So, the "old bear" wanted to ask Qin Xia about what they had discussed in the dream yesterday, but at that moment, Angron nodded to him.

Qin Xia had already spoken with Angron.

It was very easy to make Angron understand the necessity of cruelty.

Angron empathized with the death of everyone, but he not only empathized with the feelings of those he cared about, but he cared even more.

During these days in the gladiatorial arena, Angron felt that Qin Xia, Ono, and some others cared about him, looked after him... If the death of ordinary people would give him a sudden, piercing pain in an instant, then the death of Qin Xia and those he cared about, and those who cared about him, would be equivalent to tearing open his heart, prying open his bones, and pulling out his tendons.

Therefore, Angron would make a choice, and that choice was to keep everyone he cared about alive.

"Cough, cough," Ono got up, cleared his throat, and said to everyone, "I've been thinking all night, and I have an idea. Can everyone listen?"

Upon hearing this, most people didn't react much.

Klyster already knew what was about to happen.

Yochura was resting due to his severed arm injury.

Qin Xia also knew what would happen.

And Angron subconsciously sensed everyone's emotions at that moment.