Massacre

On the high platform.

The Federation's leaders, who had been seated in the twelve chairman's seats, were now dumbfounded by the giant stone sword that had fallen from the sky before them.

Their mouths hung open, yet no sound came from their throats.

Their eyes widened, their pupils contracting sharply.

Faced with such a sudden turn of events, their bodies instinctively stiffened as an unknown terror swept over them.

But soon, all twelve rose from their seats and backed away repeatedly, trying to get as far as possible from the strange giant stone sword.

Whoosh!

Below the platform, the representatives of the various states and families seated in the five hundred secondary seats also erupted into an uproar.

"What's going on?!"

"Was it an accident?!"

"General above, this is terrifying!"

"Go! Get out of here!"

Just as the crowd prepared to leave their seats and surge through the aisles toward the exits, another accident occurred.

A horizontal black line suddenly appeared across the platform. It was seven or eight meters long and cut straight through three of the chairman councilors.

The three of them—two men and one woman—

wore blank expressions, their movements freezing instantly.

Then, they were severed at the waist!

Their bodies had been sliced apart by that terrifying black line!

Blood sprayed forth as organs and severed arms tumbled down!

The black line then opened into a rift, like an eye slowly opening. Within the rift lay unfathomable depths, resembling a crimson starry sky.

A figure slowly stepped out from the rift.

The remaining nine chairman councilors stared at the figure in terror—it was a white-haired old man, holding a dazzling longsword as translucent as crystal and as brilliant as a ruby.

Eighteen swirling patterns flowed across the blade.

"Paracelsus!"

"It's the Bremen Empire's chairman! Tyrant Caesar's