Chapter 468 CII Knife (52K)

Chapter 468 CII. Knife (5.2K)

Twenty-eight years ago.

The court was in a precarious situation. Under the blood tax of the king and the terror of the secret office, the nobles' position of seeking peace had completely collapsed.

The insolvent tenants, the survivors of the murdered families, the wanderers whose lords lost their families in the war, the tragic products of the old Alan system were mixed together, and domestic uprisings of all sizes broke out frequently.

The royal court's control over Alan was like a wild horse running away.

Only Zot could lead the expedition in person and violently suppress all those who disobeyed.

Only God knew how long this situation could last.

Old Alan.

Duchy of Sotland (now Casta Province)

The raging fire that burned everything burned the fine snow falling from the gray sky, and the dust raised by the carbonization of the ruins, along with blood and tears, was thrown into the dark clouds by the heat wave.

In the castle hall.

According to Zot's order.

Marcus had cleaned up all the direct descendants of the Duke of Sotland, even the infants who were still in their swaddling clothes.

He wiped the blood off the sword with his sleeves, and the sharp iron reflected his face under the flames.

But he was blind and could not see anything.

"Sir, there are still some civilian resistance forces in the city that have not been eliminated. Lord Zot asked you to go and suppress them."

The subordinate reported to Marcus.

But Marcus did not immediately execute the order.

"Help me take a look at this sword."

He has been in the Secret Service for more than ten years. After years of killing, he has forgotten what he looks like.

"Sorry?"

The subordinate did not understand what he meant.

"What does it look like on it?"

Marcus asked him to come closer and describe it carefully.

The subordinate looked at the reflection on the sword, the scratches on the metal jaw and the cloudy eyes burned by the strong acid made it difficult for him to describe. Marcus must have wanted to ask himself if there were any injuries on his face.

"Everything is fine, sir, everything is fine."

The subordinate adjutant ordered others to burn the bodies to prevent the spread of plague. The current population of Aran can no longer be called a healthy country.

"Oh."

Marcus touched his face, but he couldn't remember it.

According to the description of his subordinates.

There are still civilian resistance forces in the city, but it is actually a blacksmith shop, and the owner of the shop is a retired adventurer.

He no longer hesitated and left the high castle, but slowly.

He could feel that everything was about to end.

This premonition was very strong, and he had found a way out when he was liquidated in the future.

Strolling in the city.

The blood soaked the soles of the shoes, and the flames burned without scabs. The soles of the feet could still feel the remaining warmth, and every step caused sticky red ripples.

When he arrived at the scene of the incident, Marcus found that this so-called blacksmith shop was not small in scale, with hundreds of people and a wall built. It was a blacksmith shop, and the iron equipment inside was enough to fully arm.

Several members of the Secret Service were lying at the door, but they were not dead and were only slightly injured.

The people inside seemed to not want to fight, but just prevent them from invading.

Zote's order was to suppress this place.

Marcus had no choice but to draw his sword and enter the blacksmith shop alone. In the courtyard, iron chains hung blades, and even in the cloudy sky, they were swaying with strong light.

The resistance forces in the house, the people who rushed to the front were not Marcus's enemies. Even if they were wearing iron armor leggings, the force field sword passed by, and they were removed below the knees, kneeling and crawling on the ground, bleeding continuously.

He wanted to kill more, with the blessing of arcane, his legs were as fast as the shuttle.

The owner of this place appeared.

It was a straight-bladed broadsword forged from the fine steel of the ancient Shenzhou. This kind of fine steel did not belong to the Western Continent, and the forging skills had been lost. It could be called a rare weapon.

That person could actually see through Marcus's strange force field deviation.

The swords clashed, sparks flew, and the clanging sound shook the lungs.

The man held his hands across the bar and blocked Marcus's attack.

He frowned.

"Who are you?"

An unknown person could not do this.

"I was an adventurer, and I still have a way to live. I am loyal to the king and can serve the royal court. I have no intention of offending you. If you want money, just take it."

Henrik said so. He must be responsible for the lives of all the people on the road and for his family.

"According to the regulations, private forging of weapons is no longer allowed in Aran today. This is already a capital crime."

The order is final. To suppress it, it must completely lose the ability to resist.

Marcus concentrated his concentration on his hands, the wooden stakes grew wildly, the force field wind was twisted on it, and the spiral fire pillars that flowed like long dragons were going to kill everyone here.

Henrik, who was once a hall-level adventurer, could only continue to resist.

Ashes were flying, knives were whistling, and figures were jumping.

The fine steel of the ancient Shenzhou could cut through anything. Henrik ran straight to the source, the knife light was sharp, the running flames were diverted and annihilated one by one, and he ran straight to the blind swordsman and fought with him in close combat.

Henrik did not expect that the swordsman was also a top-notch master, and his piercing and cutting were extremely tricky, almost evil.

But this was not enough to defeat him.

It was hard to tell who was faster, but they all wanted to be faster than each other. The clanging sound was endless, and the knives and swords turned the sharp weapons hanging under the iron chains around into sparkling waves.

The members of the secret department were all stunned. In more than ten years, few people could fight to this extent with Marcus, who was in his prime.

In the room, Henrik's wife knelt down in the corner, holding her child's head tightly, for fear that he would see the scene where Henrik's head was missing, and see the members of the Secret Service who were evenly matched with her husband, and despair had begun to take root.

Zote ordered the sergeants to eradicate all civilian resistance forces in the city.

Marcus is late.

The rest of the city has been suppressed, and Zote has also arrived here.

"Sir."

Marcus used the force field to retreat more than ten meters away. He no longer wanted to fight, and his breath was no longer even.

"It's so rare. There are people you can't even kill."

Zote didn't blame Marcus.

He is now responsible for being transferred to various rescue areas. The situation is getting worse and worse. Rebels are spreading everywhere, and there is also help from lords from various places behind him.

Violent suppression gradually failed to work, leading to more backlash. He suggested that Ogne seize power, but Ogne was still thinking about it.

The man's powerful aura was so terrifying that not only the many craftsmen in the blacksmith shop, but also Henryk's back was sweating.

"There are a lot of knives here."

Zote held up her empty hands and glanced around casually.

"Sir, I am loyal to the king and willing to serve the royal court."

Henrik still repeated what he had just said, his cold sweat dried up instantly, his fingertips trembled slightly, but he gripped the handle of the knife tightly, and the burning city was reflected in his calm eyes.

Zote ignored him, just walked under the iron ropes hanging in the courtyard and touched a blade that was shining with cold light.

“You must have a good business, everyone needs knives.

When I hold the knife in my hand, I always want to cut something.

Some people became cooks, and some people became butchers.

Some people...become like us.

That’s why today’s world exists. "

Zote chuckled, casually took out a knife from the iron rope, weighed it in his hand, and tried to swing it. It was light and sharp, and his craftsmanship was really good.

“There is nothing in this world that a knife cannot solve.

The only thing to consider is whether the knife is fast enough.

What do you think of yours? "

Zote pointed the tip of the knife at Henrik and asked.

There are too many sergeants behind him, and each of them is one of the strongest men in the world. Even if they have wings, they will not be able to escape their birthright.

"Sir..."

Henrik just repeated those words, acting extremely submissive and willing to serve the royal court.

And this really pissed off Zote.

"You are too afraid of these people behind me. Now that the war is endless, I will use my own life to divine and determine the bad luck. Next, I will fight with you. If you kill me, Marcus... you will keep it a secret. Deputy Chief, and let them all leave.”

After Zotte said this, if he won, he would not look for a way out and wait for the decisive battle in the royal city in due course.

"Sir...I..."

Henrik still showed weakness.

"I mean it, you have to."

Zote said calmly.

It seems that I have grasped a life-saving straw.

Henryk's blood boiled in his heart, his murderous intention surged up like a wave, his eyes were fierce, he had only one battle today, and he provided arms for Duke Soterland's resistance. Without blood, he would not be able to escape this disaster.

"Just like I once told you, Marcus, they are always secretly following their own will. Come on, I know you, Juedao, Henrik. Let me see if it is as rumored, Jueguya now."

Zotte's smile did not disappear, but the gentleness in her eyes retreated, leaving only a cold light.

In the house, Henryk's wife covered the child's mouth to prevent his crying from spreading. Her tortured spirit looked towards the courtyard below, feeling even more miserable than at night.

Henryk didn't slack off. He hung his long knife on his side, paced to the left, and walked slowly diagonally towards Zote without making any moves.

Zote Wentian bought the divination, using only a knife made in the blacksmith shop, and slowly approached Henrik.

The moment when the embers of the ruined karma fire flew across the middle of the two people.

Henrik made a move, drew his sword and twisted it back. Silver light suddenly appeared, and the wind of the sword was like crazy, overwhelming the surrounding fire. No one can see the action clearly.

It was over when I came to my senses.

The blade made of ancient Chinese steel was broken in half and hit the ground heavily. The loud clang sounded the death knell for everyone.

For the mother and son in the room, it was even more tragic than the guillotine.

Zote's knife bypassed the silver light, and cut off the rare magic weapon before it could be chopped down. Although Zote's blade was curled, it was enough to kill people, and it landed lightly on Henryk's shoulder.

That's lighter than a feather.

But it seems like the sky is falling.

His legs sank to the ground, and he knelt down weakly. His eyes were unfocused and unfocused.

A knife stabbed Henrik in the abdomen. Zote didn't want this sinner to die so easily. He was extremely knowledgeable about knives. The knife Henrik shot was of the same quality as the craftsmanship in the hands of the rebels.

"Henryk was found guilty of treason for assisting the Duke of Sotland in organizing the armed forces, and he was hanged in the name of the royal court." After Zotte finished her official tone, "Drag everyone out and kill them, and hang the thief under the city gate. , and keep Lord Sotland company.”

The rest of the people in the blacksmith shop resisted desperately.

But these people...are the only master chiefs in a million.

It's so smooth that it's just like harvesting a wheat field.

Henrik's wife and children who tried to escape from the back wall were also caught by members of the Secret Service and dragged to the courtyard for centralized execution. They were about to be chopped up by a sergeant.

"Sir! I beg you! Let them go."

Henrik, bleeding from his abdomen, was just an adventurer, for lack of a better word.

"How can I believe your words? I saw the knife you hit, and I knew you were supporting the Duke of Sotland, but you have been lying to me, telling lies again and again. You never submit to the royal power, nor to my power. You have been secretly following your own. You are despicable, Henrik.

But now.

You will know what the essence of power is.

Marcus, you come and tell him."

Zot stopped the sergeant who was about to execute him. He wanted to teach Henrik a good lesson.

Marcus was silent for a while.

"The essence of power is to make people suffer, sir."

He replied indifferently.

"That's true. I admire you, Henrik. It doesn't matter whether you are a mercenary or an adventurer. It's the same thing. You are not simple to be famous among those things. It must be this woman who whispered in your ear and made you want to usurp the throne."

Zot cut off Henrik's wife's head with a knife. Blood flowed from her neck like a pillar. Her long-haired head rolled on the ground for more than ten times. Even her beautiful face was covered with blood and mud. The miserable head was still open.

Henrik's murderous intent seemed to burst out of his body with his violent breathing. He wanted to kill people violently, but many sergeants held him. His iron hands were like clamps and he couldn't move at all. The wound on his abdomen was completely broken, bleeding heavily, and some contents spilled out.

Absolute knife.

A generation of strong men, crying in grief.

Zot knew that he had surrendered now.

"Alan is now in a population decline. I will spare your son's life, but I will only spare him. They may not be as despicable as you."

Zot casually ordered a hawk to cut off the right arm of the crying child who was less than six years old.

There is nothing that a knife can't solve.

The only thing to consider is whether the knife is fast enough.

And the child can't use a knife.

"Hang him! Burn the whole city, all the documents and all the information! Master the past! Only then can you master the future! Control... time."

The entertainment program ended, and Zot had more important things to do. The good and bad were determined, and the troops must be integrated. In a few years, maybe less than two years, there will be a decisive battle in the royal city.

He left without looking back.

Marcus heard the cry of the child, and he watched his father being dragged away like a dead dog, but...what could he understand at that age, and he couldn't even hold a knife.

After nightfall.

The fire in the city continued to burn.

The Witch Hunting Secret Office burned all night long, all the things written by intellectuals here that were unfavorable to the royal court and the Secret Office. These people always like to record.

Marcus was arranged to camp at the city gate in the snow under the city wall to prevent the surprise attack of scattered resistance forces.

Too many people were hanged at the city gate, and the Duke of Sotland who was put there was just a piece of rotten meat that was tortured to the point that only the outline of a human figure remained.

Henrik, who was with him, had already bled to death.

The child with a broken arm seemed to think that his father was not dead. He held Henrik's sole with one hand, praying that his father would come back to life, and praying to the Dragon Lord, hoping to perform a miracle.

No one dealt with him. Zote's order was unquestionable.

In Marcus's force field perception, he had been crying and holding there for half an hour. He was extremely weak due to the blood loss from the broken arm and was about to die.

According to his memory, he used the force field to carve his appearance on the wooden stake, but no matter how he tried, it was useless.

It's all going to end.

He could sense it.

Since his face was completely blurred.

But in his memory, he still had the standard features of Aran.

That kid must be an Aran.

That's certainly not me...

I have to put an end to this abyss.

He suddenly stood up, stepped on the snow, and came to Henryk's body.

"Your father is completely dead. Even the Dragon of Eternity and Time can't revive him."

"You lied..."

"Unlike others, you have to be a man from now on, now!"

Marcus dragged the child away from the snow. He was about to die of hypothermia.

In an inconspicuous residential area in the city, the Secret Service had no interest in destroying the homes of these civilians.

As a sergeant, he asked the quartermaster for supplies, wine, and even... bacon slices for wartime to last for three days.

He settled him down and covered him with a blanket.

Marcus looked at the bloody bandage on his broken arm. Although it was winter, there would be great risks if it was not treated.

"Listen carefully. If you cry or make a little noise next, it means that you are not mature enough, you are not prepared, and you are not that kind of material. You are a cripple. Your best ending is to be used as a begging tool for the Thieves Guild. This is already a fairy tale-like happy ending. But I have a better ending. If you can create a miracle now, you will definitely be able to do it in the future. Otherwise, you should die today to avoid a useless and miserable life."

Marcus unscrewed the cap of a bottle of 80-degree liquor that the giant drank.

Is there really a miracle?

In addition...

Does a kid of this age really understand what he is talking about?

The child had a confused expression on his face, and Marcus could not sense the subtle expression, so he was silent.

Marcus poured the liquor on the wound to disinfect it. The extremely strong liquor burned the infection that might not exist.

The room was terribly quiet.

Marcus would allow for some sound like teeth grinding, but there was none.

Deathly silent.

If it weren't for the slightly rapid breathing, Marcus really thought he was dead.

"You will definitely be... a legend.

In three days, the Royal Court Army will come to garrison here. The food here is enough to last until then, more than enough.

This is the recommendation letter from the Eternal Church. You will enter the church's correctional facility, but you will be treated as a noble and don't have to do those hard work.

Never forget today.

Forever."

Marcus emphasized again and left the house.

When he came out.

Suddenly, he felt something that he hadn't felt for more than ten years.

Only eternity can purify his sins.

But...

It doesn't seem to matter. Isn't that face his own?

He created a miracle.

Just like now, twenty-eight years later.

Today.

After escaping from the Northern Prison, the Royal Court's special pursuit team for Zoth has been disbanded and has completely lost its target. It's better to say that the Eternal Church is interfering.

But this special pursuit team has some external personnel, and these hired adventurers are of course scattered.

The only one left was a heroic adventurer who had just arrived a few days ago.

Even without the royal court's funding, he would continue.

The memory of that time was too vague.

But his whole life started from that snowy day, as if he was just born on that day.

He didn't have his own name.

He just changed his name according to the signature on the recommendation letter in the past.

Heroic adventurer, living dead, Magnus.

There is nothing in the world that cannot be solved by a knife.

The only thing to consider is whether the knife is fast enough.

So.

It's really like this.