Sui Xiong looked at the remaining names on the list and felt a little troubled.
He had never imagined there could be such a damned situation as "there are too many people to kill them all."
But it had happened, right before his eyes.
Unless he turned around and returned to the Orc Empire now, then tried another sweep from south to north, should he just kill the remaining twenty thousand people here...?
After doing a bit of simple arithmetic, he gave up on that idea.
The guillotine could execute ten people at a time, but because their crimes had to be announced, the executions could not proceed too quickly. One batch every ten minutes was probably the limit. In fact, he usually killed one batch every twenty minutes or so—on Earth, that speed would already be a clear case of treating human lives like grass, and Sui Whatshisname would be branded with the crime of "********" (at least fifty characters must be omitted here), becoming an unparalleled Demon King on par with Germany's little mustache.
Even at ten people every ten minutes, he could kill sixty people an hour. Working ten hours a day, he could kill six hundred.
How long would it take to kill twenty thousand people?
Even an elementary school student could calculate it: a little over thirty-three days. If he started now, he could probably finish around noon, one month and four days from now.
...Fucking tirelessly killing people at this border for an entire month? What kind of perversion was that?!
That was practically a crippling blow to one's intelligence!
Sui Xiong shook his head and dismissed the unreliable idea.
Then how should these people be dealt with?
Dig a pit and bury them all alive?
Legend had it that at the end of