Holy Country.

This is the hardest hit area of the Ice Hell.

Although many of the monsters have been cleaned up, snow and ice remain.

The climate is changing.

At night.

Slum.

Those who should rest, have rested.

It was raining ice, and the cold wind whistled through the low, deserted streets.

The road was slippery and hard, and there were hardly any people.

On a night like this, you can't even find a target for robbery.

Those gang members have retreated to nightclubs, casinos, and bars, and drunk themselves one by one.

In the cul-de-sac of the slums, a brand-new, shiny machine suddenly appeared.

It looks like a vending machine, and it's a bit like a big game machine.

The machine is pitch black all over, with a large "1" painted on the side.

Willing to judge the machine.

It has changed slightly.

In a layer of transparent glass, there are full of cans, snacks, and tightly packed ready-to-eat lunches.

This is undoubtedly a relief for those poor people who are hungry.

In the past few minutes, two groups of homeless and paupers have violently vandalized it, trying to smash open the glass and get the food inside.

But the machine was intact.

The homeless people were all lying on the ground, moaning incessantly.

When they helped each other out, a group of half-grown children appeared on the corner.

"Look, they can't destroy that food machine." A child said.

"Let's go, maybe it's up to dinner today." Another child said.

They surrounded the pitch-black Willpower Judgment Machine.

Sabotage and attacks begin.

Every time they make a ferocious attack, they are bound to suffer the same damage.

In a few moments, they were lying on the ground like the two rows of homeless men before them.

The Willpower Judgment Machine is intact.

"Hell, what the hell is this?"

A half-grown boy rubbed his stomach and said hatefully.

None of his accomplices spoke, and one by one they were only concerned about the pain.

The Willpower Judgment Machine suddenly rumbled.

"Although you were rude before, since you made an inquiry, then I will tell you."

A burst of rousing music sounded.

"The gods of Huangquan are merciful and have created me in order to fulfill the wishes of all beings."

"Yes, I am the great entertainer of the gods."

"I'm the ruthless Willpower Judge!"

There was silence.

The children looked at each other.

Machines can talk!

And it's obviously different from the usual electronic language.

It seems to be self-conscious.

In the dark night, such a thing appeared inexplicably.

It's really kind of weird.

The group of slum children stood up silently, supporting each other and staggering.

Whatever it is, it's best to stay away from it.

They made up their minds and walked a little faster than usual.

However, the little boy who fell at the end did not give up, and said hatefully: "Since you are the mercy of God, then take out your things and give them to us to eat." ”

"I'm sorry," the Willpower Judge rumbled, "there's no such thing as a free lunch. ”

What the hell!

The little boy gritted his teeth and asked, "Then what can you do?" ”

"Justice! Judge the wicked! As long as you have such a desire, I can do it for you. "Willing to judge the machine.

The little boy froze.

He is only 11 years old, but his family has no money to learn a trade, and there is no way to pave the way for him.

His grandmother was the only one left in the house, and she was seriously ill in bed.

So he can only wander the streets, meet some of the same companions, and steal as a source of income.

"So, you're a very high-tech thing." The little boy concluded.

"In your words, I'm actually a black technology." May the power judge the machine.

The little boy's companion came back and tried to pull him away.

The little boy said indignantly: "Shit! If you're really a hack, you're going to kill Max if you have a kind. ”

Max is the gang boss in this neighborhood.

All drug dealing, human trafficking, robbery and murder, and market occupation are all in his hands.

The parents of this group of children have all suffered losses from this person, and some have even paid the price of their lives.

The little boy was an orphan.

His father, an unyielding straight, was killed by Max and his mother was sold.

"I can't just kill an innocent person. ”

The children listened and burst into laughter.

"None...... Innocent ......"

"Hahaha, Max is innocent, it's the funniest joke I've heard this year."

"There's something wrong with this machine's smart settings."

There was a deep disappointment in the little boy's eyes.

"But!" "If you are willing to put him on trial, and after the trial is found to be a wicked man, I will find a way to kill him." ”

"Will you let me judge him?"

"Of course I do!" The little boy yelled.

His companions also shouted: "Yes! Willing! ”

"Okay, please give your blood." May the power judge the machine.

There was silence all around.

The Wishing Machine explained, "The blood of all beings is stained with the thin power of will, and only the power of wish can drive this machine. ”

"Let's go, it's weird." The little boy's companion said.

They took the little boy by the hand and quickly left the place.

Silence returned to the corner.

It didn't take long.

The little boy stood in front of the Willpower Judgment Machine again.

He wiped the rain from his face and asked, "Can justice really be done?" ”

"Yes, as long as you give your blood." May the power judge the machine.

"How much?"

"I'm guessing you're dealing with a sinful guy, so the ultimate judgment must be launched."

"How much?"

"As I said, you need a lot of blood, because there are sporadic wishes in it."

"How much?" The little boy was trembling and his eyes were full of longing.

In the midst of a miserable and dark fate, the little boy longs for a glimmer of light - even though it may well be a prank, he is willing to try.

A light from the Willpower Judgment Machine swept over the little boy's bony body.

After a long time, the Willpower Judge let out a sigh.

"You're our first customer in the whole world, so it only takes a symbolic drop of blood." It said.

The little boy breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I am willing to give this drop of blood!" ”

"You're a great guy who dares to fight evil, and now, press your palm against the black area on my left."

"Is that so?"

"Right...... That's it. ”

"-That's it!"

The little boy retracted his hand and looked at it carefully in front of his eyes.

There are no wounds.

I don't think I felt anything just now.

Indeed, just a drop of blood.

Even a little boy who has been hungry for a day can bear it.

The Willpower Judgment Machine let out a roar.

"Ah, I got my first blood!" It said in a low voice.

"Dear customer, please name the sinner you are going to judge and who he is."

The little boy shouted expectantly, "Max, gang boss Max!" ”

There was a rumbling sound from the Willpower Judgment Machine.

"The trial is about to begin."

It was stated in a solemn tone.

"Since it is a trial for business, it needs to be treated with caution."

"A search is underway for the judgment of this world."

"The most intonable form of judgment in this world has been found."

"The global light brain screening will be used to broadcast the trial scene live."

"The presiding judge of this world is being chosen."

"The most feared presiding judge in the world has been found."

"Invite the Killing Clown to make a cameo appearance at the opening trial."

"Pay the price."

"The Kill Clown has agreed."

"Now, the trial begins!"

All the instruments on the planet that can display images are lit up at this moment.

The scene when the Clown was killed to judge the Eternal Champion appeared before the eyes of all humans again.

Wearing a cold and stiff smiling clown mask, he is dressed in pitch-black armor with a pair of black light wings behind his back.

The Killing Clown emerges from the darkness and happens to have a spotlight shining on it.

The clown put his palm to his mouth and whispered, "I found a new job." ”

It looked nervously around for a few moments before it breathed a sigh of relief.

Out of nowhere, he pulled out a crumpled note, and the killing clown spread it out, reading: "So, tonight's guest is Max, Max of the Holy Country!" ”

The clown began to applaud earnestly.

Suddenly, a man appeared beside it.

He has a big back hair, a black waistcoat, a hooked nose, a black beard, and a glass of wine in his hand.

Gangster boss, Max.

Max suddenly appeared, visibly stunned.

"Kill the Clown......" he looked at the Clown, swallowing with difficulty.

Max reached into his arms and picked up something.

In the next second, he seemed to realize what kind of existence he was facing.

His hand froze, and a smile appeared on his face: "What does Your Excellency want?" ”

The Killing Clown grabbed his hand and held it.

The clown said: "Congratulations, I would love to talk to you a little longer, but our live broadcast time is limited, and we don't have advertisers to sponsor us, so now let's go straight to the trial." ”

"Max's wonderful life is about to begin, please watch!"

Screen switching.

In Max's life, all the evil things he has done appear on the screen one after another.

Fighting, robbery, murder, trafficking in women and children, collecting protection money, drug abuse and drug trafficking, opening casinos, exterminating people, and destroying whole families.

Those heinous atrocities, those extremely heinous and inhuman crimes, appear on the screen one after another.

Each scene, which lasts for a few seconds, tells people the beginning and end of a crime.

It took a few minutes for the image on the light screen to disappear completely.

Kill the Joker and Max are in front of everyone again.

The Killing Clown let go of the other's hand and said, "Pick according to Mr. Max's crimes, and find a classical punishment that suits him." ”

Five ropes flew out, one on Max's hands, his feet, and his neck.

The rope quickly tied the dead knot.

At the other end of the rope, sinking into the darkness, there is no end in sight.

"Damn, what the hell is going on." Max struggled.

The more he struggled, the tighter the five ropes became entangled.

The five ropes grew straighter and straighter, and at last Max could barely move.

He was in the shape of a "big" figure and was pulled in by a rope volley.

"Now, time is in your hands." Kill the Clown Road.

"Please start voting."

"If you are in favor of Max dying, please spend a drop of blood and vote for him to die."

"Oh, yes, of course you can vote a few more times."

As soon as the Killing Clown finished speaking, a line of red numbers appeared on Max's chest.

Underneath the red number is a stopwatch that stops.

"Every 1 point increase in the red number means that someone has spent a drop of blood in the hope that Mr. Max will die. ”

"Within three minutes, the red number reaches one million, and Mr. Max will be punished by the classical car split."

"So now, the timer begins!"

The stopwatch immediately began to beat.

In reality, a prompt appeared in front of everyone.

"Are you willing to decide the death of the gang boss Max in blood?"

Some people are vigilant and do not take advantage of the willingness.

But many more people don't think so.

Max's life was full of evil, and he committed countless crimes that angered people, and any ordinary person would be filled with righteous indignation when he saw it.

There are always people who don't know him, and they don't hesitate to spend a drop of blood on him to die.

around the world.

"Phew! Such scum, what a damn one! ”

"Calm down, old man."

"Calm down, I've lived so long anyway, even if the Kill Joker wants to kill me, I don't care."

"I want to donate blood!"

Another place.

A man persuaded: "Wife, calm down, don't bother with the killing clown, it's a terrifying monster." ”

His wife's eyes were red and she said, "Fart! This Max is so hateful, how many people he has killed have been ruined, I don't care, I want a drop of blood! ”

As she spoke, she gave a drop of blood.

After thinking about it, she was still unwilling.

Facing the line of words in the void, she asked, "I want to give more, is that okay?" ”

The line changed and turned into a new line: "Of course, you can give as much as you want." ”

"I'll give ten more drops of blood!"

Fuxi Palace.

"Your Majesty, it seems a bit dangerous for you to do this." A minister persuaded.

"It's okay, kill the clown, I know, it's interesting, let me try it."

"I'll give twenty drops of blood to kill Max."

Queen Valona said the above words as if she had discovered some novel toy.

Holy Country.

Gangster Casino.

A man who looked like a boss said: "It turned out to be Max, it just so happens that the last revenge has not been avenged, so let's donate blood." ”

"Boss, aren't you afraid that this is a trap?" One of the men asked.

"The world has become like this, what is there to be afraid of, and although the killing of the clown is terrifying, he has not done anything to civilians, you have to pay attention to this."

As he spoke, the gang boss gave a drop of blood.

"Offer it also."

"Yes!"

Those who know Max and those who don't have Max have made a decision at this moment.

Not to mention that in the entire slum, there are not a few people who hate Max to the core.

On the spot, many people chose blood.

The red numbers began to grow rapidly.

In just twenty seconds, a million drops of blood had accumulated.

And that's just the beginning.

People have found that donating a drop of blood has no effect on themselves.

More onlookers are getting involved.

The number representing blood is constantly growing.

Three minutes passed quickly.

It's time.

"One million drops of blood have accumulated in twenty seconds."

"Three minutes, eighty-nine million drops of blood."

"It's a really touching scene, people are so enthusiastic about other people's deaths." The Killing Clown sighed.

"Mr. Max, you've garnered an astonishing approval rating and won the Split Shot."

"Please enjoy, I won't bother."

After killing the clown, the whole person disappeared in the darkness.

Only Max was left on the scene.

The ropes wrapped around his arms, ankles, and skull quickly tightened.

In the next second, a huge and irresistible force came from the rope, making the hearts of all those who watched tighten.

"Ahh

Max let out a scream.

It takes a lot of effort to cut off a person's head and limbs, let alone pull slowly.

The suffering of the inmates can be imagined.

It took more than ten seconds.

Whoa!

Blood gushed like a fountain.

Five ropes disappear into the darkness with Max's hands, feet, and head.

Only Max's corpse remained in place.

The corpse, with no head, no hands, and no feet, was none other than Max, who had been killed by a car.

All that remained of him was his torso.

"The first trial is over." May the power judge the machine.

"The trial cost one million wishes, and the remaining wishing power is an auspicious number - eighty-eight million."

"With the extra power gained, this machine will be used to solve Max's legacy problems."

"All his property will be converted into credits and distributed to those he has framed according to the degree of victimization."

"This trial is over, please look forward to the next trial."

All the light curtains automatically shut down, and the projection equipment of the entire planet returned to normal.

The trial is over.

The little boy stood in front of the judgment machine.

"Is Max really dead?" He asked.

"Yes, he's gone to Hell to report." The Willpower Judge replied.

"Is this true? It can't be a dream. The little boy asked incredulously.

"Of course it's not a dream, I've converted a credit and deposited it in the Holy Country Bank in your name and your mother's name, and the password is eight eights."

"Next—turn around, face back, please."

The little boy turned around as he was told.

His mother was standing behind him, wiping tears from her eyes and looking at him tenderly.

"Mom!"

The little boy threw himself into his mother's arms.