"Silver Fir" Bull opened the gilded door of the council chamber, and the nobles inside were cursing extremely ugly words, cursing the heads of these palace crooks to roll off their necks and plunge into the walls of the imperial capital. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

But at this time, they could not say a word.

for they saw the Faceless Judge.

The bronze masked swordsmen of the Central Inquisition, like monsters from the graveyard, watched motionlessly at the local forces whose rage rushed above their heads, chains in their left hands and long swords in their right hands.

The nobles never thought that the terrible Inquisitors had anything to do with them, they went to the church on time to pray, paid the indulgence tax on time, donated money for the repair of the local church and the Inquisition, and were devout and good believers.

"Holy Judges, we are ready to serve the true God, no matter who needs to be arrested......" Count Orwell had always been impulsive, he stood at the front of the door of the council chamber, only five steps away from the silent bronze swordsman, only to feel that the atmosphere was so cold that he couldn't help but shout loudly.

However, before his voice could fall, a burst of silver light came from within five steps, and with the crisp sound of metal clashing, the iron lock wrapped around Count Orwell's neck like a horse's neck!

Evidently the chains were unusually tight, and the count's face instantly turned the color of pig's liver, and his throat made a gurgling sound like clockwork, and his limbs writhed like a clenched lizard.

However, his irrational behavior made his situation even more embarrassing. As the air in his lungs became less and less, his pupils began to dilate, reflecting the inquisitor's unchanging, icy inscribed runes.

Soon he stopped moving, his eyes were half-protruding, his mouth was open like a dead fish, and he was half-kneeling like a puppet by the power of the chains - Count Orwell was dead!

Everyone was panicked, and they stood there in astonishment, not knowing what the sir, who had been shouting just now, had committed - it was clear that the Inquisitors had not come to arrest an earl!

Viscount Kegang of the Black Bear Castle knelt down on one knee, and the others also knelt down, for fear that they would commit some crime and desecrate the holy priesthood, and thus end up with Count Orwell.

As they knelt, they slammed their heads on the backs of others, or stepped on their hands in a moment of confusion because of the narrowness of the place, but their eyes only dared to look at the ground, and the corpse, which had not yet stiffened, was in front of them, and the Faceless Inquisitor still stood in front of the crowd like a cold statue.

Then they heard the sound of chains rubbing against the ground, and a thick silver strip rushed towards the kneeling crowd. The tall and powerful Viscount Bolognese was dragged out sideways, his spine falling to the ground with a terrible cracking sound, and his cry was like a rooster pinched by the neck.

Count Rover, who was beside Viscount Bolognes, subconsciously shouted, and immediately his neck was covered with iron chains, and the whole person was thrown out of the gate and onto the marble steps, and under the pull of the right-angled stone steps and iron chains, he tossed up and down several times, his internal organs were shattered by the force, blood gushed out of his mouth and nostrils, his eyeballs almost fell out, and his tongue blocked his throat - also dead!

Only then did people realize that even if they had not committed a crime, they would face a massacre!

They were gathered for the same purpose as lambs to the slaughter!

The nobles could not help but start screaming, and desperately got up from the ground and rushed towards the door of the council chamber!

What made them even more desperate was that the palace guards led by "Silver Fir" Bull drew their long swords and blocked the corridor aisle!

People clashed frantically, looking for a place to hide in the tiny council chambers, only to find that no matter how much they pushed, trampled, and rushed, they were crowded with people.

Chains were constantly being dragged out of the council chambers, and the silent, chain-wielding bronze swordsmen seemed to be only targeting these frightened mortals!

The nobles exclaimed, surging away from the gilded gates. Those compatriots who were dragged away opened a passage on the ground. Some were pushed down and put on the ground in the collision, while others stepped on their bodies and heads and squeezed desperately to the other side of the confined space.

Soon some people climbed onto the lattice, then more people stuck to the stained glass like geckos, and the people below angrily beat and pushed the selfish escapees, and some simply drew their daggers and stabbed them at the people who had been talking to each other not long ago, so that they could find a place where the iron lock could not reach out!

No one noticed that the stained glass was overwhelmed, and there was a subtle cracking sound, and the crack immediately expanded rapidly like a spider's web. The person clinging to it was pushed hard, increasing the force on the glass.

With the sound of a huge cracking, more than a dozen people lying on the edge of the floor-to-ceiling window had no focus, and with the broken glass, they fell straight down!

Before they could scream in their throats, their bodies slammed into the ground beneath the council building, some of them falling headfirst to the ground, their heads turning into a mixture of red and white slurry, and their skulls shattered to half. Others, with their heads and necks twisted at odd angles, with their faces flattened against the ground, and a little more beautiful, with nerve reflexes that make the body tremble.

With the sound of heavy objects falling one after another, a corner of the Monarch's Square was instantly filled with corpses, and the ground was covered with white brains and red blood, and the summer breeze blew, emitting a strong fishy smell. Attracted by the smell, rats emerge from dark corners, step on slippery liquids, and make squealing sounds.

The palace guards guarding the exit felt like they had lead under their feet, their minds were empty, they felt like they were filled with lead water - they didn't know whether to go up to investigate, rush up the spiral ladder to support, or report to others.

Some of the nobles and the masses who had arrived from the "Palace of Bliss" saw the dark shadows on the ground from afar, smelled the wet and sticky stench, and could not help screaming loudly, and went back to the crowd, which attracted more people who were concerned about the incident.

More and more people gathered at the bottom of the building, and they were all shocked by what they saw. Even if there is no shortage of knights here who have been on the battlefield and killed people, they can't help but shiver a few times!

Who is it that would blatantly cause such a tragedy at Midsummer!

However, they found that the royal guards did not move, but stood in place like stiff nails!

Representatives of the major families not far away, including several important ministers of the Imperial Council, all came to the bottom of the council building with the screams of the people. The retinue opened a passage for them, and the personal guards followed closely for fear of accidents.

The Secretary of State for the Interior, Mark Duna, cut through the crowd and calmly walked towards the corner full of dead people. When he saw the scene in front of him in the firelight, the smile that had always hung on his face disappeared without a trace—the corpse with half a head missing, its hands and feet twisted awkwardly, and the star and moon crest on its chest. He could barely tell which of the Duna family's vassals this was!

"Tell me what the hell is going on—" Mark covered his nose, his eyes half-closed, and said in a calm tone to the palace guards not far away, "I need to go up and have a look." ”

"My lord, it's better not to—it was the court of the Central Inquisition. The guard's voice trembled, as if he had just emerged from the cold of the cemetery.