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The door slowly opened, and a group of people with all their bodies were escorted out by the soldiers. Most of them were young men and women, with pain and reluctance on their faces, and anger.

"Kill them! Kill them! Kill them!!"

Seeing these people walking to the center of the square, the people started shouting wildly again. At this moment, a young man standing next to him suddenly jumped up, and then he rushed the guards beside him at a rapid speed and snatched the weapons from his hands. His face turned red and he stared at everyone angrily.

"We cannot surrender! As glorious people of Marco, how can we endure being ruled by these monsters! Fight with them!!"

"Fight!!"

"It's either you die! It's just dead!"

Incited by the words of the young man, the crowd that was waiting for death suddenly broke out. They rushed towards the guard soldiers around them and started fighting with them bare hands. Whether the soldiers cut off their hands and feet or lifted their belly, these people rushed forward like crazy, hugged the soldiers tightly, and used their hands and even used their teeth to bite the enemy's skin, throat, blood, and bright red blood splattered on the square. Thousands of soldiers rushed into the square, pulled open the rebels, screaming and pierced their hearts, wrists, and soles of their feet. They cut off their throats and cut off their hands and feet. With the king's orders, countless ferocious dogs, led by the soldiers, let out a shrill howl. They ran into the square, and then began to bite, devouring those who had no sound and only had a trace of breath left.

"Wooahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The person who had resisted at the beginning was now overwhelmed by five or six ferocious dogs. His sharp minions tore open his belly. After smelling the exciting smell of blood, the ferocious dogs almost couldn't wait to lower their heads, began to taste, and tear the organs. The young man screamed under the severe stimulation of the pain, but he still glared at the king on the stands with unwavering eyes and shouted with all his strength.

"You monsters! You won't be proud for too long! We will take back everything we have once again! Kill you again..."

The dialect was not finished. Because at this time, a fierce dog who could not eat the internal organs finally turned around and bit the man's throat. Then it grew a huge and thick mouth and bit off the man's chin. It chewed greedily and took away the man's last strand of life.

The wailings, screams, and the sounds of the ferocious dogs eating are one after another. It is like a symphony that will never stop. The onlookers are extremely excited. They praise all this with great joy and loud voices. This is their revenge and slaughter. For them, some nightmares have passed forever. Now they will become the masters of nightmares. But the masters of the past have become victims. Everyone is excited and crazy about the scene in front of them. They cheer loudly and vent their moods. Even if the corpses have been bitten and rotten, and the ferocious dogs who have already eaten their belly have been taken away. They still do not stop shouting. The entire square is drowned in the ocean of joy. It is very lively. Justice defeats evil. Everyone dances and is full and happy.

"I can't watch anymore!!"

The second prince stood up and his face was gloomy.

"I'm sorry. I'm leaving for now."

"I'm sorry. You can't leave."

The king turned around and stared at him coldly, and then everyone realized that the direction they came was blocked by dozens of guards.

"This is our grand ceremony, our victory! You will be witnesses, and all we have suffered, and are rewarded at this moment!"

"But, this doesn't solve any problem."

The prince stared at the king tightly, as if only in this way could he hide his inner fear.

"Maybe, you did have such a terrible treatment before. But you can't solve any problem when you do this now."

"Yes! Maybe it won't solve any problem!!"

The king waved his hand and his face was firm.

"But, this is at least a start!! A new start!!"

After saying this, he no longer looked at the Second Prince, but turned to the square. After indulging in the beautiful scenery surrounded by blood for a moment, he clapped his hands vigorously.

The heavy trumpet sounded again, and the people also calmed down, looking forward to the next victory - or execution.

Soon, many palace guards walked out again. They laid iron plates and steel cables between the iron pillars, and then pushed them down again. Then, many people were taken to the square. However, unlike those before, they were dressed in gorgeous clothes. Although they were a little dirty, they could still see their luxurious style. As soon as these people appeared, the square was full of roars, and almost everyone was staring at them angrily. Seeing their angry look, they obviously wanted to swallow these people alive.

"They are royal families of the former kingdom of Marco."

Notice Yiming's eyes

The king explained to him. Yi Ming nodded slightly and never spoke again.

It is obvious that although these people are dressed noblely, they are mentally exhausted, regardless of gender, age, and obviously, these guys have no good results in prison.

But even so, their destiny did not change.

They were taken to the cable and tied their necks by the cable. Obviously, compared to those people before, these people didn't even have the strength to resist, just like a gentle sheep, letting the guards put themselves on the cable and put iron plates under their feet. No one knew what they wanted to do this time, but soon, they understood the strange meaning of placement. The talented people wearing red robes walked up again, this time, they touched the iron plates with their hands. Soon, as the iron plates turned red and hot, they were already lifeless.

The dead people also began to struggle reflexively. They instinctively wanted to raise their feet to avoid the high temperature below. But in this way, the sturdy steel would immediately shrink and stop their breathing. So, a game of choice between death began again. They had to choose one of them when they were burned to death or suffocated to death. Looking at the painful appearance of these people struggling and twisting, everyone showed satisfaction and joy. They pointed at those who were already like fish about to die, and talked loudly at their current ugly appearance, as if they were enjoying a drama.

Yi Ming stared at all this expressionlessly, while Aini still shrank into a ball and lay in Yi Ming's arms as before, allowing him to caress his hair and fell into a deep sleep. The other envoys had pale complexions and had even had people with too weak psychological tolerance. Those who had not fainted resisted the urge to vomit and tried to maintain their psychological limit. Only the king was immersed in this painful torture, enjoying wailing, praise, and laughter.

This scene didn't take much time, or in other words, these people didn't hold on for too long. Soon, they all hung their feet and let the hot iron plate burn themselves, and it was obvious that they were dead. Judging from the slightly shaking bodies of some people, even if they were not dead, they were no different from dead people.

Then, the guards quickly used the knife at their waists and swung them forward in an orderly manner, cutting off the heads of the dead, and their bodies fell on the iron plate and quickly burned into bright fireballs. The guards solemnly picked up their heads and raised them high. The king took a deep breath and shouted.

“Justice lasts forever!!”

“Justice lasts forever!”

The people cheered and shouted, and their eyes looked at the king were filled with admiration and gratitude.

It was him who led them to rule violently, it was him who led them to live a free and happy life, it was him who brought them peace and tranquility, it was him who brought them all!

"Don't think it's justice."

The second prince spoke again, and his face turned red at this moment.

"Are you?"

The king turned around again and looked at the second prince coldly.

"Every one of them is more than enough to die! When we suffer the same pain, they are the tortures, those cheering people! I remember their names, and I even remember the names of each of them! They killed my wife, my people, and everyone has a deep hatred of blood with them! We have not given them a chance! When we fight against the invaders for this land, what are they doing? They are praying! They are praying that the invaders will occupy their own land, because they would rather destroy their country than survive with us! When my wife struggled to save the country, they stabbed her from behind!!! That's the case..."

As he said that, the king waved his hand suddenly!

"Then let them all die!!!!!!"

"But what's the point of doing this?!!"

The second prince also stared at the king calmly.

"Your wife is dead, and their family is dead. Even if you do this now, your wife will not come back. Do you think, if you do this... will she be happy? Will those people's companions and relatives be happy?"

The scene fell into silence for a moment. The king looked at the second prince silently. The second prince was also full of courage and looked at him without fear.

After a while, the king spoke coldly.

"I can't know if my wife will be happy. And my people cannot know if their companions and relatives will be happy."

Speaking of this, he paused for a moment before continuing to look at the second prince.

"Because, they are all dead."

After saying this, the king no longer looked at the young prince, but looked at the square again and waved his right hand.
Chapter completed!