socalfunplaces Chapter 215 All to be executed!
Chapter 215 All to be executed!
Chapter 215 All to be executed!
A domain lord, five realm lords, and an immortal god walked down the bustling street, but no one saw them. Even if someone approached, they would unconsciously walk around them. The various surveillance cameras scattered throughout the street were useless, capturing nothing.
"Mr. Suk, what do you plan to do in this situation?" Qinglianhou looked at the young man, still very curious about this man chosen by his Uncle Eloi.
Suk remained silent, gazing at the bustling crowd around him, before saying in a low voice, "I cannot turn a blind eye."
"Since it's within my power, let's do some things I want to do."
"Kill those who deserve to die, save those who deserve to be saved, let's have a good fight."
Suk was originally thinking about how to complete the mission and satisfy his superiors, but now his mindset has changed—he finally understands how important it is to act according to his own conscience.
"Oh?" Qinglian Hou simply nodded in response to Su Ke's answer.
Having lived for billions of years, he has experienced and witnessed countless things, including something like the 'Asadi Kingdom' before him.
He'd seen it all before.
He was also aware that some young geniuses might undergo a change in temperament after experiencing some extremely cruel and dark events.
This is one of the real tests for Virtual Universe Company.
How he acts next will also affect how Virtual Universe Company evaluates him.
Finally, as Suk and the others waited, the day of the festival arrived.
Beneath the majestic white statue in the capital square of the Imperial Star, countless believers from all regions of the Asadi Kingdom gathered, creating a sea of people.
Meanwhile, another unknown dark feast was also secretly being held in an underground space.
Underground is a vast, meticulously constructed building resembling the Roman Colosseum, with seating for spectators on all sides and a high platform in the center that resembles a stage.
The audience seats were now filled with elegantly dressed, masked spectators, while a figure in a golden robe and mask stood on the central platform below, his loud voice suddenly echoing through the vast space.
"The festival begins!"
As the atmosphere suddenly heated up, the white platform split in the middle, and a huge altar slowly rose from below. Standing on the altar were believers carefully selected from various planets... who were today's "sacrifices".
Most of them were teenagers and young children, all dressed in white robes. They had initially looked on with trepidation and anticipation, but as they saw the scene around them, their faces slowly revealed disbelief, shock, and fear.
"Haha, what a bunch of cuties."
"I can't wait to play the next game."
"Which project should we start with?"
The people in the stands looked down at the offerings on the central altar with the same burning gaze one would give to prey, and a burst of cheerful chatter arose.
"My lord." The figure who had been presiding over the ceremony, dressed in a golden robe and wearing a mask, approached the figure on the highest throne and bowed respectfully.
He was an ordinary-looking blue-haired man, dressed in a simple gray robe, with a peaceful expression, and even a hint of holiness. It was hard to imagine that he was the mastermind behind the establishment of the "Asadi Empire" church and the cause of all this, the world lord Larenz.
He slowly sipped the bright red liquid, then nodded slightly: "Let's begin."
Below him, a semi-circle of magnificent seats were arranged around him, occupied by the true high-ranking members of the 'Asadi Empire' church, both men and women of various appearances and races, totaling exactly 36 including Larenz.
These are the people who have dominated everything in the "Asadi Empire".
"Yes." The figure in the golden robe respectfully withdrew.
At that moment, a beautiful woman in a white robe and wearing a floral crown, sitting in the first seat to the left below Larenz, smiled and said, "Father, happy birthday."
"My lord, may your glory last forever," said the crowned man dressed in imperial robes, seated on the first chair on the right below.
This was followed by a torrent of humbly flattering congratulations from other high-ranking officials.
"Haha..." Larenz couldn't help but smile.
The day of the annual festival coincides with Larenz's birthday, which is also his most enjoyable day.
He risked his life on the battlefield outside the realm, and finally returned alive as a realm lord. Can't he even enjoy himself?
Facing death time and again on the battlefields beyond the borders, that desperate struggle almost became Larenz's nightmare. Finally, he escaped that nightmarish place and returned to human territory, where he began to rely on his own power to indulge his desires.
The golden figure had already arrived at the central platform, coldly glancing at the terrified people on it, and icily commanded, "Begin..."
However, no one noticed that some incongruous figures had appeared in the venue at some point. They were not wearing masks and had indifferent expressions. One of them, a young man with white hair and red eyes, had particularly cold and menacing eyes.
Just as the festival was about to begin, "Boom!" A figure suddenly descended, landing directly above the central platform and hovering there.
This sudden scene silenced the previously heated atmosphere in the audience, who all stared wide-eyed at the unexpected figure.
The executives in the 36 seats at a higher vantage point were also taken aback, their gazes involuntarily falling on the figure.
It was a young man dressed entirely in black battle armor and boots, with short, snow-white hair and deep red, cold eyes. He exuded a chilling aura and his gaze swept over them. Everyone who met his gaze was startled, as if they were being stared at by something terrifying.
"Who are you?" A loud voice rang out, and the speaker was none other than the gray-robed, blue-haired Realm Lord, Larenz. At this moment, he looked at the mysterious youth who had appeared out of nowhere in the sky, and his expression was not good.
"Larenz, today is your death day." The cold voice of the mysterious young man with short white hair came from behind.
A chilling voice echoed throughout the venue, its invisible pressure sending shivers down the spines of all who heard it.
"You? What a joke!" Larenz's face showed a hint of annoyance, just as he was about to make a move.
The mysterious white-haired youth ignored him and instead looked towards one side of the arena. "Lord Qinglian, I'll leave these irrelevant people to you." Above the offerings on the high platform, another figure appeared. It was a handsome and eerie man dressed in dark blue robes with three horns on his head. His invisible pressure, like an abyss, made people tremble.
It was none other than the immortal deity who had been granted the title of Marquis, Qinglian Marquis.
"Don't worry, they'll be fine." Qinglian Hou looked at the thousands of innocent people around him who had become sacrifices and smiled slightly.
He certainly couldn't act on Suk's behalf, but protecting these innocent bystanders was no problem for him.
When Qinglian Hou appeared, the World Lord Larenz, who had been soaring with power, felt as if he had been doused with ice water. A chill ran from his head to his feet, and he looked at the horned man with immense fear.
"An immortal god?"
The mysterious white-haired youth spoke again, his voice like the pronouncement of death.
"Everyone present here today, I declare guilty!"
"Sentence them all to death!"
"Execute immediately!"