honor me as god

After the rebel army took control of the entire city of Twilight City, the Royal Army that participated in the blockade on the outskirts could not withstand the offensive and had already retreated for more than a hundred miles. Both sides needed to rectify. There was no possibility of a battle breaking out in a short period of time. Only civilians who had not had time to escape were left in the city and nobility.

The victory in the first battle not only boosted the morale of the slaves, but also bred their inner anger and hatred.

For these devastated slaves, each with loved ones who died under the oppression of the nobles, they were too weak to choose but to be enslaved numbly.

And now, they got unprecedented power from Kino, no matter how cruel the nobles were to them, their desire for revenge was so high at this time.

It is unknown where the first massacre started. It should be that a slave rushed into the former "master"'s house with a gun and shot his whole family to death. This also became the beginning of the nightmare of the nobles in Twilight City.

More and more slaves threw themselves into the carnage, anger was burning in everyone's eyes, and they all did the same thing - revenge!Take revenge on the nobles!
The night was as dark as ink, but there seemed to be fire dragons galloping in the dusk city. Tanks and armored vehicles rushed into the residential area of ​​the nobles wantonly, vowing to make this high class tremble.

"You nobles, today I want you to pay with your blood!!!" The pupils of the slaves were burning with crazy flames of revenge, some were armed with guns, and some were manipulating heavy machine guns on armored vehicles, and fired wildly at the fleeing nobles .

The shells landed in the spacious courtyard, and the originally resplendent mansion was blown down. The raging flames formed dancing dragons, raging in the noble residence area.

The slaves rushed to the chaotic crowd and fired wildly at the well-dressed nobles. Explosions continued one after another, and the flames raged on the streets. The cries and wailing of the nobles resounded over the sky of Dusk City, but in exchange for more and more violent bullets .

A slave suddenly saw something, and the anger in his eyes became more and more intense. He rushed to a family of fleeing nobles, knocked the man headed to the ground, and asked with eyes wide open, "Do you still know me?"

The man stared blankly at the slave in front of him, maybe the other's temperament has changed a lot, completely different from the previous image of being as humble as a dog, or maybe it's because he has too many slaves, he can't recognize them all, he couldn't recognize them By.

The slave punched the man in the face: "I'm Mark! God damn it!"

"Mark. Mark" the man finally remembered, and said tremblingly, "Mark, please let us go, at least let my family, my wife and children go, they are all innocent!"

Behind him was the man's wife, sobbing in terror, with a son and a daughter in her arms.

Not only was Mark not moved by this, but the anger in his eyes was blazing to the extreme: "Leave your family alone? You killed my wife! Just because she knocked over the plate at the banquet, you flogged her to death! She was still pregnant Holding my baby! Four months! If it weren’t for you, the murderer, I would be a father now!!!”

The anger in Mark's eyes began to turn into ferocity, and he aimed his gun at the wife behind the man, speaking viciously like a ghost: "One life for another, you killed my wife and child, and I will take your wife and a child too !"

After Mark finished speaking, he shot and killed the man's wife and son directly.

The man collapsed to the ground crying, and the surviving youngest daughter also cried heart-rendingly, knelt beside the two corpses and called mother and brother.

Mark put away the gun, his face was full of pleasure after revenge, and said with a smirk: "Don't think this is over, everything you have done to us will be repeated on you today!"

Mark stepped on the man, deliberately avoiding the vitals with his fists, and beat him violently, making him feel pain, but not unconscious or dead.

As for the man's daughter, another slave had already dragged her into a corner by her hair. His eyes were full of twisted greed, and he took off his pants and pressed her on top. Judging from the shrill screams, what happened to this little girl was worse than her father's. Even worse and crueler.

Mark's revenge was just the tip of the iceberg, and what he experienced was not the most tragic. Most of these slaves were burdened with blood feuds, and the emotion of blood revenge has overwhelmed everything. Now they don't care about justice, morality, anything, and just want to Slaughter the nobles of Twilight City from top to bottom, blood for blood.

In this massacre, no slaves were merciful, and no slaves had the idea of ​​mercy. They just returned the things they had encountered to the perpetrators.

Just when the slaves were slaughtering the nobles frantically, Baiza rushed here after hearing the news. Seeing the chaotic scene in front of him, his eyes were shattered, and he roared angrily: "What are you doing?! What are you doing?!"

The surroundings were too noisy, and the human voice could not be heard at all. Seeing this, Baisa kicked over a passing slave, took the gun from his hand, and opened fire on the slaves who participated in the massacre in groups of three or four.

"Bang bang bang—" Baisa's bullets were very precise, only hitting the feet of the slaves, not hurting them, but they were all shocked there.

Not long after, the commotion on the scene gradually subsided, and the slaves all silently watched Baisa with cold eyes.

Baisa asked angrily: "What are you doing? Are you all crazy?!"

A slave stood up: "We are not crazy! We are just blood for blood, and what these noble villains have done to us, we will do it to them again."

"That's great." Baiza asked coldly, "Since you think the nobles are bloody villains, then you are doing the same thing as them now, what are you?!"

The slaves fell silent, but soon someone spoke again: "If you haven't experienced our pain, don't come to persuade us to be merciful."

"Advise you to be kind? Is this a question of benevolence or not?!" Baiza walked forward quickly, snatched the ravaged noble girl from the slave, and asked the crowd hoarsely, "There is a grievance, a debt. Lord, if you want revenge, just seek revenge from your former master!"

"What did this young child do wrong?! Has she ever bullied you?! You can do it, aren't you human?!"

A slave looked at Baiza coldly and said loudly to everyone: "This man sympathizes with nobles, he is not our companion!"

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand to snatch the little noble girl.

Baiza protected the little girl behind him, drew his gun and aimed at her: "Who dares to move?!"

Soon, the slaves raised their guns and aimed back. The atmosphere became extremely oppressive at this moment, and the air began to be filled with the smell of gunpowder.