"Longinos, your actions constitute a great sin, and the Great Supreme has made the following ruling!"

"Sentence you to death, exile your family, and they must go to Anatolia to serve the Empire in order to be absolved of their sins. Ｘ”

The judge's words fell, and the entire imperial jury stood up and solemnly swore an oath: "We swear in the name of the Lord that this punishment is appropriate for this person, and that it will be carried out at once, just and strictly, without error." ”

The former Imperial Tax Officer Longinos's brain was blank like a dream, all this was really like a dream for him, but it was extremely cruel, he was dragged away by the guards in embarrassment, and he only left a whisper echoing in the venue of the Imperial ** Academy: "How could I end up like this......"

"So that's the end of it?"

The emperor's secretary-general, Betak, was also a victim of the incident, with a clear scratch on his arm that was deep to the bone, and red blood stains on the wrapped bandage.

"No, how could it be, it's just the beginning!"

The deep voice of the person who replied made Betak's eyes appear in the mountains of corpses and a sea of blood, and the anger of the Supreme of the Empire was not something that anyone could bear.

Recalling the scene of that day, the emperor's secretary general still had lingering palpitations, the methods of those assassins were not much worse than those of Assasin, and the cold attack almost took the life of Bertak, but the final victor was the emperor's faction.

The valiant chief of the guard, Paltlokolos, with his intimate knowledge of the topography of the mansion, hid the Secretary in a hidden room while he led the Assassins into the vineyard.

Here, the six Assassins and the Secretary-General's guards engaged in a fierce battle, and the darkness of the night was difficult for the assassins to live in the shadows, but the lush vines effectively blocked the Assassins' vision.

Moreover, the mansions of noble officials are huge beyond the imagination of these inferior people in the imperial capital, just like the legendary ancient Greek Minoan labyrinth made these killers lose themselves.

Like the ancient hero Theseus, Paltocolos lured the Minotaur, sometimes hiding in the shadows and striking a surprise attack, decapitating one of the Assassins and slashing one of them in the thigh with a dangerous attack.

Listening to the miserable wails and looking at the dead companions on the ground, after pestering for a while, the remaining three Assassins were all captured by the combined efforts of the guards who rushed to support.

The Sword of Damocles, the imperial capital, interrogated the Assassins overnight, and their torture methods copied the Emperor's dictated penal code.

One of the most brutal of these was the scarlet goshawk, the lungs of the Vikings against their enemies.

The executioner will cut the victim's back open, and of course he must be kept alive, which requires a high degree of skill, and finally the executioner will dig out all the victim's lungs to complete the entire torture.

One of the most famous examples is the Vikings' revenge on the redbearded pirate leader Ronnal Lodbroke.

The Northumbrian king of ancient England fell victim to that operation.

It is said that the executioners were Ralnal's son Hafdan and the ruler of Dublin, Ivar the Boneless, who teamed up to torture and kill the Northumbrian king.

In the middle of the night, two living Assassins were tortured together, but their mouths were as tight as marble to crack open.

The head of the prison politely invited him out under the puzzled eyes of the emperor's secretary general, and then began his own performance.

"There are always many people here who insist that they don't know anything, but the moment they are actually tortured in the Imperial Prison, these cowards will show their true colors, weeping bitterly and begging for mercy......"

The warden smiled at the two assassins who remained silent: "We have a thousand ways to get you to speak, the difference is only the time of day."

"Oh, by the way, introduce myself, I'm the warden of this place, Tutzmi, who specializes in punishing the dark people, and finally welcomes the two of you!"

The warden bowed with a deep bow, his attitude was not like a judge in the dark, but like a nobleman of the upper echelons of the empire.

By the time the two Assassins came to their senses, they had been completely separated, and a heavy curtain was drawn between them, cutting off the sight of the two of them.

"Then now the first one starts with you!" Tutzmi's smile was pale, and his deep voice was like a demon's whisper, but it was a god's heart.

Vior the Franks were a foreigner who wandered into Constantinople, the imperial capital of the Roman Empire.

Longinos took a fancy to his identity and recruited him, because if he missed, the tax collector could also excuse himself as a despicable attack of the alien race, and completely delegate his responsibility.

Now Viol lay quietly on the bed on one side of the torture chamber, his whole body bound, and the Romans added three ropes to prevent them from escaping.

"Stand him up!"

Tutzmi stood there with his hands crossed, and when his subordinate handed him a sharp knife, the warden finally became serious.

"This is your last chance, if you don't say it, there will be no next time!"

Viol could hear his companion's rapid breathing, and he was worried about his loyalty, but it was not necessary, loyalty to his employer was the way of life.

If someone smashes his own signboard, then what awaits him is naturally worse than death, because the underground world also has its own rules of operation, and there will be people who pay for the killer who turns his back on his employer.

The bed board was erected, and Viol could feel a chill behind him, and the bed board behind him could open a hole in front of his back.

The Franks were puzzled, but also aware of the impending danger, and he struggled to no avail.

"You'll probably have to endure it for a long time, because it hurts!"

The nightmarish words shattered Vior's last remaining will to resist, as the cold blade of his back had been pressed against it, slowly sliding through, as if something liquid was flowing out.

"Uhh

Viol probably understood why the Romans had tied him so tightly, not because they were afraid that he would run away, but because they were afraid that he would die in the struggle, and they wanted him to scream a little longer.

Tutzmi admired his masterpiece like a ghost, the erected bed board held the captive firmly, the sharp knife touched the skin like a slice of cheese, the blood gushed out like honey, and the wet cheek Tutzmi became faster and more ruthless.

"Uhh......h

"Kill me, kill me......"

Viol's screams were intermittent until they ended after the last long whistle, and everything was calm.

The Frankish dying wails reached the ears of his companions, and when the warden appeared in front of him with a pair of bright red lungs still beating, the assassin collapsed.

"Look, it's fresh!"

"Would you like to try it too?"

The demonic smile and crazy demeanor of the Romans made the last surviving Assassin tremble in his heart: "I am willing to say anything, don't ...... me like that"

Tutsmi, who threw away those lungs, could only clapped his hands boringly: "It would have been nice to say that earlier......" r