"Your sins are ignorance and blind obedience!" the Arcanist declared in a resonant voice, passing judgment upon the mob.
The villagers were terrified. They did not understand why Salomon said such things, but soon a shout rose from the crowd. Someone brandished a weapon, intending to kill the false Divine Emissary. Expressionless, Salomon extended his Power Armor-clad hand, brushed aside the rusted farm tools smeared with pus and blood, and drove their heads into their chests with his fists. Then, as if throwing away trash, he tossed the mangled bodies aside. After only a few steps, his Power Armor was covered in blood, yet he paid it no mind and continued his orderly slaughter.
Killing had never been difficult for Salomon, but he had never laid hands on ordinary people.
No matter how much he despised these mobs, he still had to abide by Kamar-Taj's precepts. Perhaps The Venerable One had seen the molten-gold fury buried beneath his armor. The Sorcerer Supreme readily told him that all of these people had to die. They had been directly incited by Upper Plane Beings; their emotions were not natural. Most of those later living on Sun Island under the Ragnar Covenant, aside from a handful of survivors, had been immigrants from other parts of Italy. This was one of Kamar-Taj's rare Extinction Level operations, and Salomon was its executor. "You blindly obey inhuman things and embrace the evil of the soul." For the first time, he raised the Explosive Rounds Gun against ordinary people. "Superstition is the greatest sin. Your souls have been corrupted; you have betrayed the noblest reason and wisdom. You are beyond salvation."
The slaughter ended swiftly. A single explosive round was enough to blast a human body in two. By the time he had emptied one magazine, Salomon