Morris's face was covered in snot and tears.
Ever since he had watched his fellow Celestial Dragon die before his eyes, he had known that Randall and his subordinates really did dare to lay hands on them.
For these past ten days, they had dreamed that the World Government would come to rescue them.
But no one came. No one came!
Now, he could even feel the chill at his neck as the wind swept past the blade.
He really was going to die!
Before the giant screens, people wore expressions of surprise, realization, satisfaction, and more.
So the Celestial Dragons, who bore the name of gods, feared death too.
Faced with death, these gods were no different from ordinary people like them!
And they could confidently say that even in the face of death, they could remain composed.
On the platform, Brick ignored Morris's reaction.
He solemnly raised his blade high, aiming at Morris's neck.
His expression was so solemn that he seemed to be performing some kind of ritual.
The next instant, before everyone's eyes, the blade came down at lightning speed.
Everyone held their breath.
Cold steel flashed, and Morris's wailing abruptly stopped.
His eyes were wide open, filled not with pain but disbelief.
A head fell from his neck and rolled off the platform.
Red liquid spattered.
Everyone stared blankly at the giant screens.
"He really... died."
"So gods bleed too..."
"Red. It's red too. No different from mine..."
Beside him, Morris's Father completely broke down at the sight of his son's gruesome fate.
He fared even worse than Morris, too terrified to speak.
Brick drew a breath, then raised his blade and brought it down again.
Morris's Father met his end too.
"How dare he? How dare he!"
The five old men were beside themselves