Cilo's face was pale, his facial features were distorted, his sparse brown hair was soaked with cold sweat, and the hoe in his hand had already fallen to the ground. Around him, thousands of townsfolk were like swarms of headless flies, screaming and fleeing, fleeing from the beatings of hundreds of soldiers.

Dressed in leather armor and helmets, with sticks in one hand and shields in the other, the soldiers beat everyone with impunity. Townsfolk who ran away were knocked to the ground in two or three strokes, those who tried to resist were beaten to the point of bleeding, and those who were unlucky were even broken in the neck.

Ciro regretted it greatly.

He was just a small businessman with a decent wife and a thirteen-year-old boy, and he was still getting by.

It's all Scarface Paz, a fool who instigated everyone to resist taxes, surrounded the ancestral house of Count Arias, but was ambushed by the Earl's guards transferred from the fiefdom.

The town of Floro is a fierce town, but how can a group of peasants, artisans, and small merchants with hoes and sticks beat the heavily armed soldiers? The Arias family, descendants of the berserker Merlot, have always been wild and willful, who knows what the Count will do to them?

He saw that Pinto, the earl's attendant, was shouting: "Give me a hard beating, so that the anti-tax fools will remember this lesson for the rest of their lives." ”

He saw that Scarface Paz was about to rout under the attack of Knight Batis.

He saw men, women, and children who were familiar to him screaming, crying, and begging for mercy.

He felt all his strength drained by the nightmarish scene.

Ciro fell to his knees, put his hands on his chest, bowed his head, closed his eyes, and prayed: O god of nature, god of old, who it may be, please save us poor people.

He was not a believer, but he prayed over and over again. I don't know if I really want something in my heart, or just waiting for the final fate.

Perhaps some great being really heard his prayer, and just as the soldier swung his club at his head, the sky suddenly darkened, and a small dot of yellow light appeared in the air above the earl's mansion, and a strange whistling sound resounded through the four fields.

The point of light grew and grew, like a breath, and suddenly, countless rocks and stones poured out of thin air, and they tumbled and swirled, like a naughty boy pouring blocks out of his pocket. They grew bigger and bigger, from nothing, and in the blink of an eye they obscured half the sky, and the Count's ancestral house was shattered in an instant by the impact of these stones.

Everyone forgot about the battle, and watched in a daze as the stones in the sky gathered and combined, and finally formed a large island with many tall buildings, towering solemnly in the smoke and dust, like giant beasts. Then, as if held by an invisible hand, the island fell to the ground in a slow, heavy manner, and the flying rocks and rising dust enveloped the crowd. The first to bear the brunt were Count Arias and his guards, who were backed by the mansion.

Heaven and earth fell into darkness......