"Who are you? How dare you disrupt the execution platform? Are you courting death?"
After a brief silence, the leading Barcelona officer abruptly stood up and shouted, his body radiating powerful Dou Qi aura. He and several of his colleagues surrounded him, and with a flick of their wrists, a warning light sword shot into the sky, transmitting the message.
"Quickly, surround him! Don't let him escape!" a puppet army officer shouted, and thousands of puppet soldiers surged in from all directions like a tidal wave.
There had been previous incidents of attempted raids near the execution platform, so they were well-prepared.
The Zenit civilians below, forced to observe the massacre, gasped in shock and worried for the young man in white. They truly did not want to see Zenit warriors captured and killed by these despicable Barcelona.
Who knows--
The young man, with his cascading black hair and snow-white clothes, didn't even glance at the Barcelona officers.
He simply took a small step forward.
Bang bang bang bang!!!!!
An unbelievable thing happened: the bodies of the powerful Barcelona officers exploded like eggs struck by a hammer, red blood and white bone fragments splattering everywhere, instantly leaving no trace of their bodies.
At the same time.
The puppet troops who surrounded them from all directions followed in the footsteps of the Barcelona officers.
Their bodies, like inflated balloons, burst open with a series of bangs, their blood and bones turning into crimson mist that dissipated into the air.
It was as if an invisible giant hand had crushed them all.
In the blink of an eye, all the thousands of Barcelona residents and puppet troops surrounding the execution platform were wiped out.
On the platform, the young man in white, as white as snow, took another step forward, his figure flashed slightly, and he instantly disappeared behind the city gate.
Above and below the execution platform, only the Zenit civilians remained unharmed, as if everything that had happened had nothing to do with them. Not even the splattered blood had touched them. They stared at everything in disbelief, their eyes wide with astonishment. Meanwhile, the hundreds of prisoners who had just escaped death looked at the crowd below in disbelief.
"It is His Guardian Martial Saint Alexander, the Guardian of the Nation!"
"It's King of Chambord Alexander! He's back!"
" The King of Chambord is back!"
At this moment, some people finally recognized the young man with cascading black hair and snow-white clothes as King of Chambord Alexander, the former Empire-Protecting Martial Saint of the Empire, and exclaimed in surprise. As time went by, more and more people recognized Sun Fei.
"Has the Martial Saint come for Vengeance?"
Did the people of Chambord win a great victory?
The once quiet crowd erupted like a Mars thrown into dry tinder already doused with gasoline, instantly boiling, exploding, and burning uncontrollably. In that instant, the name King of Chambord Alexander acted as a magical catalyst, igniting the anger that had been suppressed deep within everyone's hearts for over a month, causing the blood in their veins to burn wildly.
"Follow Alexander Great and charge in! We will never be slaves to a conquered nation!"
Someone shouted, and the thousands of Zenit people gathered there roared and surged into the north gate like a tidal wave.
They rushed through the city gates and found that all the Barcelona residents and puppet soldiers who were supposed to be guarding the area had been killed by the terrifying force, and the Barcelona law enforcement team on the streets had also all fallen to the ground.
Like the most terrifying virus spreading and infecting, more and more people roared and rushed out of the streets.
The Black Prison of the Imperial Knights' Hall.
After the deaths of Grand Knight Commander Akinfeev and the Judgment Knight, this prison, once used to imprison traitors and spies who rebelled against the empire, became the execution prison for the new Emperor Christo to maintain his rule. In the past thirty days, it has held former imperial nobles, military generals, leaders and members of the resistance, wealthy merchants, members of mercenary groups, and all political prisoners who dared to resist the new emperor's rule!
More than 40,000 to 50,000 people have died in this Black Prison.
Every single day, people are tortured and murdered on various charges.
Every moment, the Black Prison was filled with pitiful wails, pleas for mercy, and curses, like the howls of demons from the eighteenth level of Hell.
For a period of time, the new emperor Christo would come here every day to watch his former enemies, rivals, and political adversaries being tortured to the point of death by cruel punishments, and finally being torn to pieces. Everyone whom the new emperor hated would eventually be tortured until they were on their last breath, and then fed alive to the monsters.
Of course, the person who suffered the most here was named Granero.
This former confidant of Prince Dominguez, the second prince who died for the empire, and the former commander of the Imperial Capital Public Security Office, has had his limbs cut off, half of his tongue cut out, and one eye gouged out. He will also be subjected to various horrific tortures every day, being tormented for dozens of hours in a frenzy.
The new emperor Christo, hated him to the point of obsession, so he wouldn't let him die. He sent the best magicians and physicians to revive Granero when he was on his last breath after being tortured, to bring him back to consciousness, and then torment him with all sorts of cruel tortures.
This experience was absolutely horrific.
However, from beginning to end, this former nobleman, known as " Red Beard," never once begged for mercy.
The deepest part of the prison.
Indistinct screams and maniacal laughter rang out simultaneously, like something out of a ghostly realm.
"Haha, Granero, you have today too. Doesn't it hurt? Do you want to die immediately?" A shirtless executioner held a knife as sharp as a cicada's wing in his hand, and cut one by one on a broken body hung by chains, with a smile on his face. With a ferocious smile, he sarcastically said, "I just raped an ordinary lowly woman that day, and you expelled me from the Imperial City Public Security Bureau and broke one of my legs. Hehe, I have always remembered this account. Now, don't you regret that you didn't kill me?"
With the Xiaodao in his hand, he carefully cut away the flesh near the shoulder of the mangled body, piece by piece, until everything was completely clean, leaving only the bare white bones. Then he used the blade to scrape the bones forcefully, scraping off layers of white bone dust.
This kind of torture is simply inhumane.
The victim was missing all four limbs, his hair was disheveled and soaked in blood, his entire body was naked and covered in wounds, his face was also covered with wounds of all sizes, one eye was wide open waiting for the executioner, blood was flowing from the other eye socket, even his ears had been cut off, the shape was simply too gruesome to look at.
It was none other than [ Red Beard ] Granero.
He seemed immune to pain, letting the vicious executioner scrape his shoulder bone again and again without uttering a single scream. His already dim and tired eyes gleamed with a terrifying light.
"Do you know what I hate most about you? It's this damn look in your eyes, as if you're the executioner and I'm the one being tortured. That's why I'm going to torture you even more. Anyway, it's His Majesty Christo's order, hehe, as long as I don't kill you... Aha!" The executioner suddenly plunged a knife into the white bone and said viciously.
"Ugh!"
Granero finally let out a low growl, the intense pain almost exceeding his limit.
Just as he was about to faint and his vision went black, he suddenly opened his eyes wide and saw a figure that shouldn't be in the Black Prison. The figure had appeared opposite him at some point and was looking at him with a guilty expression.
"Ugh, ugh!" He struggled violently.
A single tear, uncontrollably, streamed down his face from his only intact eye.
"Haha, what? Finally scared? Regretful? Haha, too bad. Even if you kneel down and kowtow before me now, I won't spare you. Oh, I almost forgot, you don't even have legs anymore, how can you kneel..." The executioner laughed triumphantly upon seeing Granero's strange behavior.
But he soon realized something was wrong.
Suddenly turning around, she was astonished to find a young man dressed in snow-white robes standing behind her.
"You are..." The executioner uttered half a sentence, then could not continue.
He was horrified to discover that in the dungeon passage behind him, all the Barcelona and royal warriors lay dead on the ground. How had they died? Without making a sound! This young man's strength was terrifying!
He wanted to say something more, but to his horror he found himself unable to speak or move; time seemed to have frozen over him.
The young man in white slowly walked up to Granero and said, "I'm sorry, I'm late!"
"Waaah..." Granero, whose tongue had been cut off, had endured more than thirty days of torture without ever begging for mercy. At this moment, his body trembled violently, his emotions reaching their peak, and he let out a choked, plaintive roar.
Sun Fei reached out and made a gesture.
He severed the steel cables binding Granero in mid-air.
A pure golden power lifted his body and gently placed him on the ground.
He reached out, and a warm, pure divine power slowly flowed out and entered Granero's body.
The executioner, held captive to one side, stared wide-eyed in disbelief as the pure golden flames flowed into Granero's body. His severed ears and blinded eyes began to Revive at a visible speed. Strips of red flesh wriggled and grew from the severed limbs, constantly growing and merging, eventually sprouting new flesh, bone, and skin...
"How is this possible? Even a Extreme Dao expert couldn't bring someone else's flesh and blood Revive. Could this young man in white actually be... a god?"
The thought flashed through his mind, completely stunning the executioner.
I'm sorry everyone, I've been exhausted these past two days because of the new events. I was supposed to be working late into the night, but in the end it was really a very difficult experience.
Now that the new basics are settled, we can start brainstorming and writing. On the King's side, updates will also stabilize.
I'm so sorry, everyone.
Feel sorry.
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