Baron Eisenheim was not afraid of the black muzzles of the guns, but the guards were different—they had never seen anything like this.
To be fair, Baron Eisenheim had treated them well and was quite skilled at handling his subordinates, but the enemy before them was simply far too overpowered.
The guards threw down their rifles and raised their hands one after another. Baron Eisenheim roared furiously.
"Pick up your guns! If they get in, we're finished!"
Yet amid Baron Eisenheim's furious roar, the gates were slowly opened all the same. The troops outside rushed in at once, and the soldiers quickly brought the situation under control.
The resistance put up by a handful of Eisenheim's trusted men had no effect whatsoever. The two sides were not even in the same league in terms of combat power, and the battle failed to stir even the slightest ripple.
With the arrival of the troops and reporters, the Austrian Empire's newest and most secure prison was stripped bare from top to bottom.
In the pitch-black dungeon, the doors were violently smashed open from the outside. Sunlight streamed in, but that faint glimmer seemed utterly incapable of illuminating the ink-thick darkness.
The soldiers and reporters had no choice but to enter carrying kerosene lamps. The stench of excrement and death inside made both the soldiers and investigative journalists frown deeply.
Still, they forced down their discomfort and nausea and entered the dungeon. A rat stared at the unexpected visitors with scarlet eyes.
When the soldiers raised their guns, it wisely chose to flee. Soon, as the gas lamps along the way were lit, they finally found the so-called prisoners.
Everyone inside was little more than skin and bones, huddled together and shielding their eyes from the blinding light. Even in winter, they had