My players are so fierce

Chapter 1332 1330. I beg you, my enemy

Loren was not handcuffed or shackled, and he was not even abused. He walked into the black city of Xike ruins under the "escort" of a team of Hades Knights.

This place is no different from a few days ago. Once you enter, you can see the undead working everywhere.

All kinds of undead, fully armed undead.

They are completing their respective tasks like hardworking worker ants. There is no language communication between them. Just in the contact of the undead minds, they can run smoothly like nested gears, which looks full of a kind of flowing beauty. The closed city without windows in front of them is their ant nest, not disturbed by the outside world.

However, this city has not been visited by any living creatures other than vampires for a long time, let alone a guy with a special identity like Loren.

As he walked forward, he could feel the undead watching him in the dark. Although they had lost the ability to gnash their teeth, hatred and anger did not seem to be an emotion that needed expression or action to fully express, especially when Loren stepped onto the black stairs to meet Count Xi Kemaier. The whole busy city seemed to pause at this moment.

Then countless cold eyes gathered on the dwarf marshal, which made Loren have no doubt that perhaps only one order or one gesture was needed, and he would be torn to pieces by these undead.

Every piece of his flesh and blood, every bone would become their revenge meal.

But no.

The brutal order was not issued in the end.

This was certainly not because the Xi Ke undead had learned mercy or were suddenly endowed with gentlemanly elegance after death. This hateful gaze only meant that the punishment that Marshal Loren was about to bear was more solemn than a chaotic lynching.

Beyond violence, it touched the final judgment.

Just like any memorable story must have a serious enough ending.

When Loren stepped onto the stairs leading to the highest point under the "attention of the public", he seemed to see a black gallows standing in front of him.

Of course, this was just an illusion.

The spirits of Xike City did not intend to use the gallows to give their enemies rest here. Those evil people who had hurt them had to go through the quagmire of the world before they could reach the other side of hell.

As Loren continued to climb up, several strange-looking undead stood on the stairs in front of him. Just from their armor style and the different form from ordinary undead, it can be seen that these are the commanders of this Hades Army.

The one closest to Loren was the particularly huge vault guard black knight. When the dwarf marshal approached, it dropped something, and the thing hit the ground with a bang, causing Loren to look closely.

A twisted metal cover with the emblem of the pioneering corps on it.

This is the lid of the plague barrel that was ordered to be thrown into Xike City three years ago. It is already rusty, but the black spots are like coagulated blood, soaked in hatred and dried in time, and can no longer be wiped clean today.

The half-dwarf stopped.

He looked at the black knight in front of him, who was motionless like a wall blocking the way, and did not say a word, just like some puzzle levels that Loren must take certain actions to open.

The dwarf looked at the twisted metal lid under his feet again and found that it was chained on both sides.

Then he understood, and looked back at the silent city of the dead behind him. All the undead were staring at him, as if expecting Loren to do something that would comfort them.

"I understand."

The dwarf marshal whispered, he reached out and picked up the cover that symbolized the sin of the plague, and carried it on his back with the chain. This action made the undead in the whole city roar in unison, and the noisy sound waves represented the beginning of the judgment of the sinners.

When he put on the lid of the plague barrel, the black knight in front of him made way, so Loren continued to move forward.

The evidence of sin tied to his body would collide with the protective gear on his body with every step he took, and the dull sound was like the announcement of a death knell.

He climbed up and soon encountered the second blocker.

It was a corpse witch.

The latter wore the priest robes of the Church of the Dead Moon, holding a Dead Moon Scepter made of human bones, and each spike on the ring decoration behind him had a skull from the enemy.

The big corpse witch with a black and gold hood sneered cruelly, and like the black knight just now, she also threw something down and hit Loren's feet.

A set of black lacquer and rusty shackles, which were used by the pioneering corps to escort prisoners of war, and there were some spikes on them.

In the battle of Xike City, many Xike prisoners were tied up with such shackles and taken away from their hometown. They eventually died in a foreign land and never came back.

The dwarf marshal already understood this rule, so he lowered his body without saying a word, put the shackles on his feet, dragged the heavy object forward, and let the iron ball attached to the shackles make a deeper sound on the stairs.

The third roadblocker was not an undead.

The young earl of the Xikemaier family, Sharon, stood there wearing the traditional robe of the mountain people.

She folded her wings and looked at the dwarf in front of her with hatred. She thought that the injuries she suffered in the battle of Xike and the inhuman suffering in the following two years had been forgotten by herself, but the facts proved that the painful past would not fade away with time.

At this moment, Sharon restrained her impulse to pounce on the damn dwarf and suck his blood. She threw a pair of handcuffs at Loren's feet with a cold face.

That thing was made of the scraps of the mechanical prosthesis that little Sharon had used in the past two years.

Just like the previous two things, it is more like a symbol than a torture device, symbolizing the pain and torture inflicted by the pioneering army on this land.

Plague, death and despair.

The dwarf looked at the half-man vampire in front of him, he moved his lips, and when he put on the shackles made by Sharon himself, he whispered:

"I heard your story from Fraser, Miss Sharon, I'm sorry."

"No need, Marshal."

Sharon said coldly:

"No need to beg for mercy, this land no longer believes in cowardice, you don't have to have unrealistic fantasies about your fate, you have stepped into your own burial place, and you are just the first.

Go.

My father is waiting for you."

After speaking, Sharon made way for the dwarf, who looked like a prisoner and was carrying evidence of his crimes, to climb the last step amid the sound of the prisoner.

He saw Count Xi Kemaier sitting on the Iron Throne, fully armed and holding a war hammer.

This was not the first time he had seen this earl.

On the battlefield three years ago, it was this unforgettable figure who led the undefeated Winged Hussars in desperate situations and defeated the positions of the pioneering corps again and again. It was also the first time that this bear-like man truly broke the morale of Loren and his soldiers.

As the dwarf described in his heart, it was a truly shameful battle.

Next to Count Xi Kemaier was the Countess, who was aroused by the torture and despair of the vengeful spirit when she saw Loren, and her spirit body that could still maintain its original appearance changed into a "furious" appearance like Medusa. The twisted face and the pale limbs extended by the cold spiritual energy behind her made her look like a monster shaped by despair at this moment.

On the other side, Murphy's face was neither sad nor happy.

He stood aside with the invited Scarlet Archon, the Grand Duke of Blood Eagle, and the mountain elders of the Ancestral Forest, staring at Loren like a jury.

Not only them, but the undead in the entire city were staring at him.

They are looking forward to the execution of the criminals, and they are looking forward to the elimination of the final grudges.

"Why are you here?"

The old earl, who was sitting on the iron throne made of the rough melting of the enemy's protective gear and weapons, spoke. His voice was hoarse like the collision of stones, just like the sound coming from the deepest part of the underworld, which made it impossible for people to feel comfortable or relaxed.

The indifference contained in that voice made people have no doubt that he would pick up the black war hammer dotted with skulls and rush over to beat Loren into a meat paste.

Facing this question that had been answered once just now, Loren raised his head and looked at Count Xi Kemaier. He said:

"I'm here for help!"

The next moment, boos sounded from all around.

Obviously, the marshal's answer made the local undead laugh. How desperate must this short man be to come to this place where even the rats in the toilet are eager to strangle him to death for help?

Amid the tide of boos, Loren said in a louder voice:

"The Lord of Darkness invaded East Prussia with his evil power. We set up defenses in Banks City, but the Chaos monsters are attacking there. It is difficult for that city to survive the second night full of malice.

But I know that the Hades Army is not afraid of Chaos. You were created to be used to fight them!

I also know that even if I don't come today, you will definitely appear on the battlefield in East Prussia at some point. You didn't set out because you were waiting for me to give you a response.

So I came!

I know what you want, and I will give you everything you want.

Come on, kill me! Execute me in the most humiliating way, satisfy your will for revenge, and then enter the Eternal Night as quickly as possible. There are many people there waiting for rescue in despair, and you cannot be absent.

You can save them."

"However, you are the only one on the long list of war criminals who came."

Count Xi Kemaier raised his left hand to stop the booing in the city. He stared at the short marshal in front of him. , he said:

"Do you think your life alone can offset the humiliation and torture suffered by the entire Xike City? You are eager to satisfy our will for revenge with a fearless spirit of sacrifice.

You think too much of yourself, and think too frivolously about us.

You stepped into my city with a heart of salvation, imagining yourself as a saint and hero who saved the world by self-destruction, to inspire those war criminals whose hands were also stained with blood, and to make your story a long-lasting spiritual symbol in the final chapter.

You will become a hero of East Prussia, and those who survived Everyone will know the sacrifice of the great Marshal Loren.

You are dreaming! "

"Alas"

The short Marshal expected this scene. He raised his head with the prisoner and said:

"Please make your conditions. What else do you want besides the life of me, the culprit?"

"Haha, what we want is always simple."

Count Xi Kemaier stood up from his Iron Throne, he let go of his war hammer and strode towards Loren, his voice roaring like thunder:

"We want every war criminal with blood on his hands to be tried!"

"We want every sinful soul to go to hell!"

“We want to feel every bit of unresolved despair!”

"We want every heart-wrenching crime to be paid equally!"

Every word he said echoed throughout the city. At first it was just the voice of Count Sicomal, but at the end it was like the roar of countless souls gathered together.

That was the roar of the entire city of Xiko, representing every undead in the city and every soul buried here. Loren could also feel that the gaze from Count Xikomel in front of him became extremely heavy, as if in those two pairs of The person looking at him was definitely not a barbarian lord.

Finally, when Count Sicomaire stood in front of him, in the gaze of the short man's marshal raising his head and the count lowering his head, in the gaze of the living and the dead, the count said the final judgment:

"We want every soul of the Pioneer Legion! From now on, the soul and body of every dead Pioneer Legion soldier will belong to us. They will become recruits of the Xiko Hades Army and complete eternal service in another world.

Their death as living beings cannot at all repay the sins they committed. Only after the second death and countless deaths will I and my city allow you to rest in peace.

you!

Loren.

You are the first, Soros is the second.”

"This is impossible!"

Loren gritted his teeth and retorted:

"The order to use the plague was issued by me alone. It has nothing to do with other people! They were just doing their duty and obeying the order."

"But blind obedience is also a sin, especially when being led to hell. It is also a sin to witness atrocities and remain silent or even obey orders to participate in them. And now, you actually think that this is just a problem with those plague barrels. !”

Murphy's voice sounded nearby.

When he spoke, the whole city, including the Earl, fell silent. It seemed that the whole world was listening to his voice. Lord Pluto stood in the center of the jury and he said loudly:

"Loren! To this day, you still have no repentance! You still don't understand what caused the disaster in Xico City, and you still don't understand the consequences that your senseless conquests during the Ten Years' War brought to the Transians. How much pain comes.

Using plague weapons is just one of your sins as a war criminal, but that's not all!

Transia did not provoke any of you, but King Louis still swung the butcher knife called the Pioneer Legion towards us.

This is your original sin!

Accused of being an invader!

Because of this stubbornness, I decided to add another thousand years to your sentence. Of course, adding another thousand years to your already eternal service doesn’t seem like a big deal. If you live in hell for a long time, you may be able to see it. More things you could never imagine or even dare to imagine.

For example, one day, you will also see the monarch you were loyal to and everyone related to that unjust war in the world of the dead.

I never care how the living people who made mistakes should repent, because after their death I have eternity to teach them to recognize every sin!

So, tell me! "

Murphy's voice became louder at this moment, and in the echo that spread throughout the city, he roared:

"Tell me! The dead souls of Xiko City, tell your count, tell your lord, tell your Hades, what kind of punishment will Loren and his pioneering army bear?"

"Eternal death!"

A corpse witch screamed at the top of his lungs, and then the voices quickly gathered together and turned into the "repeater" mode that the undead loved most.

"Eternal death! Eternal death!"

The reverberating sound declared the end of the trial and made Loren turn pale.

He knew that everything was irreversible, so he raised his head and prepared to kill him, but the pain he imagined did not come. Instead, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground sounded in front of him.

The shackled dwarf marshal opened his eyes and saw a Hades Army-style power ax and plasma hand cannon thrown at his feet. The thing had the military emblem of the First National Arsenal of Transia on it.

"Pick it up! Recruit Loren."

Earl Sicomal said in a deep voice:

"The expedition to East Prussia is about to begin. You have to serve as the vanguard of the punishment camp to clear the way for your legion. Your execution place is not here. Just think of it as satisfying my little evil taste.

I died in the city I swore to protect, and this should be the way you die too!

Above the city wall of Xiko City is the place where you are destined to fall.

Don't worry about that Hades contract. It doesn't require your signature as a representative of shame. It will have already taken effect when Lord Hades makes the judgment. "

After speaking, the Earl of Hades turned around, strode to his Iron Throne, reached out and raised the skull war hammer, and the undead guards beside him also unfolded the battle flag of the Hades Army.

From this high place, Loren looked back and saw that the undead warriors who had been prepared for a long time had already set off, and the nearly a hundred improved dragoons roaring outside the city had also left the shackles as the earth shook and the mountains shook. Their ruins for more than three years are heading towards the land of the living for the first time.

Those knights of the underworld wearing heavy armor, those skeleton warriors holding sharp weapons, those war corpse witches slowly rising into the sky in airships, those undead constructs armed to the teeth, and those accompanying the army. Vampires.

When Loren wore weapons and boarded an airship, he also saw thousands of mountain people wingers gathering from all over the grasslands at dusk.

These living people will also follow the dead on the battlefield in the dark land.

"I can give you a break."

Murphy's voice sounded from beside Loren. The vampire governor folded his wings and landed on the airship. He said:

"Go back to Silver Castle and see your wife. I don't want to be complained by the troubled living beings that I am a harsh Hades."

"Wait until the battle is over."

Loren whispered:

"Let's wait until the dust settles."