You call this the god of etiquette?

Chapter 120 Blood Sun

York was shaking.

Trembling uncontrollably.

Although he did not fully believe what the jailer who belonged to some "chamber of commerce" said at the time, and he was not sure that he could save his life with words alone.

"But if I tell everything honestly, will I be able to survive?"

he told himself so.

However, the reality does not change according to his thoughts.

It would have been better if we hadn't been too involved with the investing businessmen.

York thought back to the past.

At that time, he was so happy when he learned that his father-in-law Clapham had received a large sum of money and was approved for the fifth and final tannery.

Pure joy.

Later, everything changed.

If Jingyu wants to develop, York, the son-in-law of the factory director, of course can no longer be as "poor" and "comfortable" as before.

He prepared himself a good outfit, hired a special coachman, and frequently went on business trips to "Fue" and "Wasdok".

Contact the seller, coordinate transportation, and manage everything.

The contacts with those business "friends" who had invested in Jingyu and had great energy have also become closer.

Even the laws of the kingdom seemed to be meaningless scraps of paper as they talked.

The mere "resident regulations" of "Talek" naturally appear to be empty talk like a joke.

Unfortunately, he was wrong.

Totally wrong.

And the price of mistakes.

It's his life!

Ige looked at York, whose eyes became hollow and his expression fell into a trance, without any pity.

Ligang Street, once a cancer of Tarek, has transformed into a sacred road.

The drug addicts, drug dealers and thieves that were ubiquitous in the west side of the town disappeared.

Residents now have a safe life that they could not have imagined just a few years ago.

And all of this is based on the constraints of the "Talek Resident Regulations" and the rule of the black etiquette.

It is not so much that York's organization of the Mystical Moon Grass auction makes Iger angry, but rather that York's contempt for the rules set by the Black Ceremony makes him, the city lord, extremely embarrassed.

All people are destined to live within the rules.

It's the ubiquitous rectangle.

It is beautiful!
Eagle's eyes became blurred and primitive.

He held out his hands toward York.

Silvery white light surrounds it.

Wonderful power was exerted on his hands.

Directing the silver halo to flow like a ribbon.

That is power purer than strength.

It is the reward from the great god of etiquette to the tolerant gentleman in black!
Eagle's hand is closer to York's head
closer.
The audience in the audience could hardly control themselves at this time.

The red faces caused by the long-term angry roar merged into one.

Like an evil creature enjoying death.

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!!"

"Kill him!!!"

The thirst for blood sacrifice rises with the sound.

Ig put his hand on York's neck.

It was rough and dirty there.

But it doesn’t matter because—

"It will be over soon," Iger said to York.

His drunken voice made the latter suddenly feel frightened.

York's originally limp body began to struggle crazily under the extreme desire to survive.

The weak body burst out with incredible strength.

"No! No!"

His pleas were painful and hoarse.

The body kept pushing forward and backward, trying to break free.

Unfortunately, all this is in vain.

In front of Ige, all the members of the painting club were highly concentrated.

York's bulging body was tightly held down by the members of the art club on both sides.

Finally he was forced to calm down.

"It will be over soon."

Ige repeated it again, with a smile on his calm face.

His tone was as soft as if he was comforting a dying deer.

The last word falls.

The white light on his hand suddenly rose and instantly covered York's head.

The bright light actually suppressed the brilliance of the moon and all the surrounding lights!
under the watchful eyes of all.

Eagle's hand moved from right to left.

Phew—the speed was so fast that one could only catch the fluctuations caused by the rapidly breaking air.

puff-

After a short sound that was almost inaudible.

Eagle left York's body.

Turn your body sideways.

Facing the audience, he opened his arms.

The increasingly intense light behind him cast a hazy shadow on his face.

All the roaring stopped suddenly.

People stared closely at the light behind Ige.

It is so pure, so sacred.

Like a newborn sun.

And now.

The sun has risen!
The bright light rose higher and higher, faster and faster.

It flew high into the sky from the execution platform.

Completely light up this gloomy night.

Subsequently.

Peng——

There was an explosion that almost made everyone's hearts tremble at the same time, hitting people's souls like a heavy hammer.

The silver-white sun was dyed red!
At this moment, Ige folded his arms and bowed deeply to everyone in the audience.
The etiquette of the gentleman in black is complete.

Above him was the exploding scarlet sun.

The split, twisted, and ominous blood light reunited in the air under the inspiration of some supreme mission.

The fragmented light began to gather.

Angles appear.

Dazzling scarlet.

Finally, a rectangular blazing blood sun was formed!
The power of the gods turns day and night upside down.

Blood-red light spread on everyone's face.

It's so warm.

so sweet.

One can't help but want to live forever in the love of this god.

red!red!red!
That's the bloody red color of a sinner's head!
I do not know how long it has been.

The red light fades away, the blood sun disappears

The disappointed crowd looked away from the night sky that was once again dominated by the moon.

Landed on the execution platform.

The headless body stood there silently.

waiting.

waiting.

puff-

The sudden cruel sound reached the ears of everyone present.

Then there was a leap of blood.

puff puff-

More and more bright red blood spurted out from the smooth cut on York's neck.

Blood rain pattered on the ground.

Falling on the black robes on the execution platform.

Fascinating.

After dozens of seconds.

thump—

The headless corpse, which had lost all its blood, crashed forward and fell onto the oak platform.

York met his end.

The crashing sound of corpses instantly woke up the audience who were intoxicated with the beauty of blood sacrifice.

The strong emotions that were temporarily suppressed by the magnificent miracle surged into people's hearts like a flood.

The crowd burst into cheers and applause.

They are expressing their joy.

Rejoice in sharing the blood of sinners.

I am even more happy that the black-robed priest conducted such a gentlemanly and wonderful ceremony!

This kind of celebration is different from the joy of the Feast of Saints. It is something more primitive and instinctive.

The specific content of the roars could no longer be heard, but when they were gathered together, they actually had an earth-shaking momentum.

The whole city seemed to be buzzing with excitement for this moment.

Ig raised his head, adjusted his robe, and happily accepted the compliments from the audience.

He looked at the rectangle of each of them.

He already knew.

Know what lies hidden within the human heart.

　Thank you Qiliang, the pickles and coffee, the half-month flower knife, and the monthly ticket hidden in the world!
　　I wanted to try out 4k today, but there were just too many things going on.Feel sorry!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)