In the post-war ruins of the Wild Sand Empire, civilians gathered in twos and threes to discuss the army of the Red Pavilion. Their faces were full of surprise and gratitude as they saw an unusual army.

"Do you see? After the army of the Red Pavilion entered the city, there was no crazy looting and no bloody massacre. A middle-aged man's eyes twinkled, and he told the people around him.

"Yes, I also saw soldiers helping us clear the rubble and rebuild our houses." A young woman continued, "They are not like the imaginary bandits, and they are even kinder than the Imperial army. ”

"That's definitely not a 'Red Pavilion bandit', this must be a lie of the Empire." An elderly man interjected, "How can a bandit smash open the granaries of nobles and distribute food to civilians like us?" ”

Several children came running cheerfully, each with a handful of candy and a fruit in their hands: "Father and mother, come and see, this is a general with horns on his head giving us." ”

The eyes of the civilians were filled with wonder and gratitude. They had never seen such an army, which made them even more curious.

"You said that man has horns on his head?" Someone asked.

The children innocently replied, "Yes, a sister with antlers." ”

"Antlers?" The old man wondered, "How can a subhuman be a general?" ”

The middle-aged man laughed, "Haven't you heard the bards talk about it?" The Red Pavilion is a place where all five people are equal, and it is strange that the subhumans are generals. ”

The young woman agreed, "I also saw a number of Asian medical officers treating the wounded in the square. ”

"What the hell are they trying to do?" The old man was even more puzzled, "The people of the empire say they are bandits, but I think they are more like the apostles of the Kerbal gods. ”

"Who knows." Another man shaking a fan suddenly interjected, "Have you heard about Cyril?" ”

"Cyril?" The others were stunned for a moment, "You mean that bully Cyril in the east of the city?" ”

"How many Cyrils can there be? Him, of course. The man shaking the fan lowered his voice and revealed, "When the Red Pavilion army rushed in yesterday, they rushed straight to Cyril's mansion. In just a few minutes, the bully's whole family was tied up and walked away with a rope like an alpaca team. ”

"Are they going to deal with this guy?" Someone asked.

The man's voice shaking the fan was even more mysterious, "I inquired with the soldiers, and they said that the Lord of the Red Pavilion had issued a list to arrest the thugs in the city. ”

"Well done!" The middle-aged man high-fived and said, "Cyril, this guy has done all kinds of evil, and he is simply innocent." ”

The young woman also said, "Remember the poor widow on the street corner?" All three of her sons were killed by Cyril. I didn't see her this morning, and I heard that she was also taken away by the people of the Red Pavilion. ”

"Speaking of which, it looks like my neighbor has been taken away as well." The old man suddenly remembered something, "His cloth shop was occupied by Cyril many years ago, maybe it has something to do with this?" ”

"But......," someone questioned, "wants to catch the whole city in one day, and they think too highly of themselves." ”

The man shaking the fan waved his hand, "Haven't you heard, the Lord of the Red Pavilion has the ability to be omniscient and omnipotent, whether it is the 'Thousand Faced Enchantress', Bibis, or Darius in front of him, he can only be trampled on the ground......"

The small talk of several people was suddenly interrupted by a stumbling figure, it was a girl dressed in rags, "The gods of Kerbal are above, mother, you should really go and see what is going on at the palace." ”

"What else could happen?" A ragged lady sat on a pile of dry firewood, "It's just a bunch of people who framed your father, and they have won the favor of the new emperor." ”

"A lot of people died." The girl's face was full of joy of revenge, "I saw several corpses being carried out......"

Just when everyone was talking, the hand-cranked bell rang. A preaching officer, accompanied by several soldiers, passed by the street with a hand-held bell. His voice was loud and majestic, attracting everyone's attention.

"Citizens, listen! The bully Cyril, bullying the market, seeking money and killing people, the crime is unforgivable! A public trial will be held in the square at noon! ”

Hearing the news, people applauded, and some even shouted: "Cyril, you have today!" ”

The propaganda officer continued: "The Red Pavilion has conclusive evidence of Cyril's crimes. Please witness the trial of the bully and seek justice for the victims! ”

In the ruined streets, the residents burst into cheers. They left behind other things in their hands and rushed to the square in a swarm.

The propaganda officials and soldiers of the Red Pavilion showed a bit of pride on their faces, and continued to shout loudly, "The time has come for justice to come, come and witness the end of the bully Cyril!" ”

The whole city seemed to be boiling, and a large number of people gathered in the square, as if they were participating in some kind of grand ceremony.

"Let go of me! You pariahs! Cyril's voice came from the prisoner's car. Immediately afterwards, the former bully was escorted out by several soldiers.

His hair was disheveled, his expression was panicked, and his eyes showed a look of horror. He was dragged by the soldiers and staggered down the stone path, and there was a burst of angry shouts from the crowd: "Kill this thug!" Smash his head! ”

Cyril gritted his teeth and roared, "You bastards, what right do you have to judge me? I am the nephew of Prime Minister Thattyr! ”

"I'm so sorry, Thattyr went crazy just now." The officer escorting him sneered.

Cyril spat him, "You shitty thing, you deserve to call the prime minister by his name......"

He was suddenly speechless.

Because he recognized the face.

"Eshina...... You are Prince Eichner! Cyril knelt down with a pout, "Prince Eichna, save me, these rebels have robbed you of your kingdom......"

Nacian raised his hand and gave him a slap in the face.

"Are you blind?" He rebuked, "Do you recognize me in this dress? ”

Nacian pointed to the rank of the Red Pavilion, "You can see clearly, I am not a prince, I am a lieutenant colonel of the commando team of the Red Pavilion, and today our brothers are here to send you on trial." ”

The judgment seat had been set up early, and Nacian ordered the bully Cyril to be trapped on a stake, without giving him any chance to escape.

Three judges ascended to the bench and announced in a deep and powerful voice: "The public trial of Cyril the Murderer begins now!" ”

The trial began.

One victim after another took the stage to issue an indictment against Cyril, ranging from elderly people to immature children. Some wept about how Cyril had taken their homes, and some had exposed how he had brutally murdered their loved ones.

The trial table was filled with evidence.

There were broken skulls, blood-stained underwear, dusty ledgers, and a lead-filled cane—a tool Cyril used to whip others. Whoever it is, if he doesn't like it, he will be beaten with a stick.

A widow who lived on a street corner wailed and recounted how her three children were beaten to death by Cyril Street.

Under the blood and tears of the witnesses, Cyril's crimes were exposed in broad daylight. The Inquisitor stood up again, his voice loud and majestic: "Cyril, do you have anything else to say?" ”

Cyril's face turned pale, but he could not quibble in the face of a mountain of ironclad evidence. He had nothing to say but silence.

The crowd erupted in angry shouts, and their hatred for the bully burned like a fire.

"Cyril, now that the human and physical evidence is complete, the crimes you have committed cannot be denied." Another inquisitor angrily rebuked, "According to the laws of the Red Pavilion, you will be hanged!" ”

Just when people wanted to cheer, they saw a burly military academy carrying a waterwheel to the judgment seat.

"What are they going to do?" People began to talk curiously.

"It seems to be a waterwheel, does the hanging need a waterwheel?"

"It's really interesting for these people in the Red Pavilion to do things."

Crohn placed the waterwheel next to the stake that bound Cyril, and several soldiers had already untied Cyril's rope and dragged him hand and foot to tie him to the waterwheel.

The Inquisitor glanced at Cyril, who was struggling on the waterwheel, "Do you think that you can be freed by simply hanging a rope around your neck?" ”

Cyril's widening eyes were filled with fear.

The judge looked around at all the onlookers and exclaimed, "Cyril has committed twenty-seven murders, one hundred and thirty-five wounds, and eighty-nine seizures of property. The sin is so evil that heaven cannot tolerate it! With the approval of the lord of the Red Pavilion, the flesh was cut and deboned first, and then hanged! ”

The so-called cutting of meat and deboning is similar to Ling Chi's practice. The difference is only that the latter wields more knives, and it is a death sentence.

As soon as Cyril heard the "cut flesh and remove the bones", he screamed loudly in fear, and his crotch became wet all at once.

Eggers walked slowly to the judgment table with his twin knives, "You're the third today, let's finish it quickly, I'm going to catch up with the next one." ”

With that, the sword flashed like snowflakes, and the muscles on Cyril's arms fell.

Cyril screamed.

His screams were immediately drowned out by the cheers of the crowd, who admired Eggers' mastery of the sword. Cyril's limbs were quickly reduced to skeletons, but he could still roar with all his energy.

Eggers finished plucking the muscles of Cyril's limbs and bowed to the onlookers. Crohn picked up Cyril's lead-filled cane and slammed it into his limbs.

Under the beating, Cyril's limbs were broken into several pieces, and the pain made Cyril faint several times in a row. And every time he passed out in a coma, he was immediately woken up.

In the midst of this endless anguish, Cyril's wail grew weaker and weaker: "Let me die...... Please let me die......"

Finally, to the cheers of the people, Cyril was hoisted to the gallows. His face was contorted with pain, his body swayed slightly in the air, and the blood of sin dripped on the sand, gradually staining a crimson color.