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Chapter 1332. I beg you, my enemy

Loren was not handcuffed or shackled, and he was not even verbally abused. He just walked into the black city of the Xiko ruins under the "escort" of a team of Hades Knights.

This place is no different from a few days ago. Once you enter, you can see the undead working everywhere.

All kinds of undead, fully armed undead.

They are completing their respective tasks like industrious worker ants. There is no verbal communication between each other. Just through the contact of the undead minds, they can operate smoothly like nested gears. It looks full of a flowing beauty. The closed city without windows in front of them is their ant nest, undisturbed by the outside world.

However, it has been a long time since any living creature other than vampires visited this city, let alone a guy with a special identity like Loren.

As he walked forward, he could feel the undead watching him in the darkness. Even though they had lost the ability to gnash their teeth, hatred and anger did not seem to be emotions that needed expressions or actions to fully express. Especially when Loren stepped onto the black stairs to meet Count Xi Kemaier, the entire busy city seemed to pause at this moment.

Then countless cold eyes were focused on the Dwarf Marshal, which made Loren have no doubt that perhaps with just one order or a gesture, he would be torn into pieces by these undead.

Every piece of your flesh and blood, every bone will become their delicious meal of revenge.

but no.

The brutal order was never issued.

This certainly did not mean that the Xiko undead had learned mercy or were suddenly endowed with gentlemanly elegance after death. This hateful gaze only meant that the punishment Marshal Loren was about to endure would be more solemn than a chaotic lynching.

It goes beyond violence and reaches the final judgment.

Just like any story worth remembering must end with a serious enough ending.

When Loren stepped onto the stairs leading to the highest point under the "attention of everyone", he seemed to see a black gallows standing before him.

Of course this is just an illusion.

The spirits of Xike City do not intend to give their enemies rest here on the gallows. Those evil people who have hurt them must first walk through the mire of the mortal world before they can reach the other side of hell.

As Loren continued to climb, he saw several strange-looking undead standing on the stairs in front of him. Just from the style of their armor and their different forms from ordinary undead, he could tell that they were the commanders of the Underworld Army.

The one closest to Loren was the particularly huge Black Knight who was guarding the vault. When the Dwarf Marshal approached, it dropped something, which hit the ground with a bang, causing Loren to look closely.

A twisted metal cover with the emblem of the Pioneer Corps on it.

This is the lid of the plague barrel that was ordered to be thrown into Xike City three years ago. It is already covered with rust, but the black spots look like coagulated blood, soaked in hatred and precipitated and dried in time, and until today it can no longer be wiped clean.

The half-dwarf paused.

He glanced at the black knight standing in front of him. The latter stood still like a wall blocking his way, and did not say a word, just like some puzzle level that required Loren to take certain actions to open.

The dwarf took another look at the twisted metal lid at his feet and saw that it was chained on both sides.

Then he understood and looked back at the silent city of the dead behind him. All the undead were staring at him, as if expecting Loren to do something that would comfort them.

“I understand.”

The dwarf marshal whispered something, he reached out and picked up the cover that symbolized the sin of plague, and carried it on his back with chains. This action made the undead in the entire city roar in unison, and the noisy sound waves represented the beginning of the judgment of sinners.

When he put on the lid of the plague barrel, the black knight in front of him made way, so Loren continued to move forward.

The evidence of sin tied to his body would collide with the protective gear on his body with every step he took, and the dull sound was like the announcement of a death knell.

He climbed upwards and soon encountered a second blocker.

That was a corpse witch.

The latter wore the priest robes of the Church of the Dead Moon and held a Dead Moon Scepter made of human bones. Each spike on the magic ring decoration on the back had a skull from the enemy.

The big corpse witch with a black and gold hood sneered cruelly, and like the black knight just now, she also threw something down and hit Loren at his feet.

A set of black and rusty shackles, which were used by the pioneering corps to escort prisoners of war, and had some spikes on them.

In the battle of Xike City, many Xike captives were tied up with such shackles and taken away from their hometown. They eventually died in a foreign land and never returned.

The dwarf marshal already understood the rule, so he bent down without saying a word, put the shackles on his feet, and continued to drag the heavy object forward, letting the iron ball attached to the shackles make a deeper sound on the stairs.

The third obstacle is not the undead.

The young Earl Sharon of the Xikemaier family stood there wearing the traditional robe of the mountain people.

She folded her wings and looked at the dwarf in front of her with hatred. She thought she had forgotten the injuries she suffered in the Battle of Xike and the inhuman suffering in the following two years, but it turned out that the painful past would not be forgotten with time.

At this moment, Sharon restrained her urge to pounce on the damn dwarf and suck his blood. With a cold face, she threw a pair of handcuffs that bound her arms at Loren's feet.

That thing was made from the leftovers of the mechanical prosthesis that Sharon had been using for the past two years.

Just like the previous two things, it is more of a symbol than a torture instrument, symbolizing the pain and torture inflicted on this land by the pioneering corps.

Plague, death and despair.

The dwarf looked at the half-human vampire in front of him. He moved his lips and whispered as he put on the shackles Sharon had made himself:

"I heard your story from Fraser, Miss Sharon, and I'm so sorry."

"That's not necessary, Marshal."

Sharon said indifferently:

"There is no need to beg for mercy. This land no longer believes in cowardice. You don't need to have unrealistic fantasies about your fate. You have already stepped into your own burial ground, and you are only the first one.

Go ahead.

My father is waiting for you."

After saying that, Sharon made way for the dwarf, who looked like a complete prisoner and was carrying evidence of his crime, to climb the last step amid the noise of the prisoner's gear.

He saw Count Sikmael sitting on the Iron Throne, fully armed and holding a war hammer.

This was not the first time he had met the earl.

On the battlefield three years ago, it was this unforgettable figure who led the undefeated Winged Hussars in desperate situations and defeated the positions of the Pioneer Corps time and time again. It was also this bear-like man who truly broke the morale of Loren and his soldiers for the first time.

As the dwarf described in his heart, it was a truly shameful battle.

The Countess was floating next to Count Xikemaier. When she saw Loren, the torment and despair of the vengeful spirit were aroused, causing her to change from a spirit that still maintained her original appearance to a "furious" appearance like Medusa. Her distorted face and pale limbs extending from the cold spiritual energy behind her made her truly look like a monster shaped by despair at this moment.

Murphy, who was standing on the other side, had no expression of sadness or joy on his face.

He stood aside with the invited Scarlet Archon, the Blood Eagle Grand Duke, and the mountain elders of the Ancestral Forest, staring at Loren like a jury.

Not only them, but all the undead in the city were staring at him.

They are looking forward to the criminals being brought to justice, and they are looking forward to the final resolution of grudges.

"Why are you here?"

The old earl, sitting on the Iron Throne crudely made from the enemy's armor and weapons, spoke. His voice was hoarse like the collision of stones, like a sound coming from the deepest part of the underworld, which was completely impossible to make people feel comfortable or relaxed.

The indifference in that voice left no doubt that he would pick up the black warhammer dotted with skulls and rush over to beat Loren into a pulp.

Facing this question that he had just answered once, Loren raised his head and looked at Count Xi Kemaier. He said:
"I'm here for help!"

The next moment, boos were heard from all around.

Obviously, the Marshal's answer made the local undead laugh. How desperate must this short man be to come to a place where even the rats in the toilet are eager to strangle him to death for help? Amid the boos, Loren said in a louder voice:
"The Dark Lord has invaded East Prussia with his evil forces. We have set up a defense in Banks City, but the creatures of Chaos are attacking there. It is difficult for the city to survive a second night of malice.

But I know that the Hades' army is not afraid of Chaos, and you were created to be used to fight them!

I also know that even if I didn't come today, you would definitely appear on the battlefield in East Prussia at some point. The reason you didn't set out is that you are waiting for me to give you a response.

So here I come!
I know what you desire, and I will give you everything you want.

Come on, kill me! Execute me in the most humiliating way, satisfy your will for revenge, and then enter the Eternal Night as quickly as possible. There are many people there waiting for rescue in despair, and you cannot be absent.

You can save them.”

"However, you are the only one who came on that long list of war criminals."

Count Sikmayer raised his left hand to stop the booing in the city. He stared at the short marshal in front of him and said:

"Do you think your life alone can offset the humiliation and torture suffered by the entire Xike City? You are eager to satisfy our will for revenge with your fearless spirit of sacrifice.

You think too highly of yourself and too lightly of us.

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You came to my city with a heart of salvation, imagining yourself as a saint and hero who saved the world by your own destruction, thereby inspiring those war criminals whose hands were also stained with blood, and letting your story become a long-lasting spiritual symbol in the final chapter.

You will become a hero of East Prussia, and those who survive will know the sacrifice of the great Marshal Loren.
You wish for it!"

"Ugh"

The short marshal had expected this. He looked up from behind the cage and said:
"Tell me your terms. What else do you want besides the life of the culprit?"

"Haha, what we want is always simple."

Count Sikmael stood up from his Iron Throne, released his hammer and strode towards Loren, his voice roaring like thunder:

"We want every war criminal with blood on their hands to be brought to justice!"

"We want every sinful soul to go to hell!"

"We want to empathize with every piece of despair that cannot be relieved!"

"We want equal payment for every painful sin!"

His every word echoed throughout the city. At first, it was just the voice of Count Xi Kemaer, but in the end it was like the roar of countless souls combined together.

That was the roar of the entire Xike City, representing every undead in the city and every soul buried here. Loren could also feel that the gaze from Count Xikemaier in front of him became extremely heavy, as if the person looking at him in those eyes was definitely not a barbarian lord.

Finally, when Count Sicamere stood before him, with the short marshal looking up and the count looking down, in the gaze of the living and the dead, the count uttered the final judgment:

"We want every soul of the Pioneer Corps! From now on, the soul and body of every dead Pioneer Corps soldier will belong to us. They will become new recruits of the Xike Underworld Army and complete their eternal service in another world.

Their death as living beings cannot atone for the sins they have committed. Only after a second death and countless deaths will I and my city allow you to rest in peace.

you!
Loren.

You are the first, and Soros is the second."

"This is impossible!"

Loren gritted his teeth and retorted:

"The order to use the plague was issued by me alone. It has nothing to do with others! They are just doing their duty and obeying orders."

"But blind obedience is also a sin, especially when being led to hell. Witnessing atrocities and remaining silent or even obeying orders and participating in them is also a sin. And even now, you still think this is just a problem with those plague barrels!"

Murphy's voice sounded nearby.

When he spoke, the whole city, including the Earl, fell silent. It seemed that the whole world was listening to his voice. Lord Pluto stood in the center of the jury and said loudly:

"Loren! To this day you still have no remorse! You still don't understand what caused the disaster in Xike City, and you still don't understand how much suffering your unjust conquest during the Ten Years' War brought to the people of Transia.

Using plague weapons is just one of your crimes as a war criminal, but that's not all!

Transia did not provoke any of you, but King Louis still swung the butcher knife called the Pioneer Corps against us.

This is your original sin!

The crime is that of an invader!
Because of your stubbornness, I have decided to add another thousand years to your sentence. Of course, adding another thousand years to your eternal service doesn't seem to be a big deal. The longer you live in hell, perhaps you will see more things that you could not or even dared not imagine.

For example, one day you will meet the monarch you once served and all the people involved in that unjust war in the world of the dead.

I never care how the living who make mistakes should repent, because after they die I have eternity to teach them to recognize every sin!
So tell me!"

Murphy's voice became even louder at this moment. He roared as the sound echoed throughout the city:

"Tell me! Ghosts of Xike City, tell your earl, tell your lord, tell your Hades, what kind of punishment will Loren and his pioneering army bear?"

"Eternal death penalty!"

A corpse witch screamed at the top of his lungs, and then the sounds quickly gathered together and turned into the undead's favorite "repeater" mode.

"Eternal death! Eternal death!"

The resounding sound announced the end of the trial and made Loren pale.

He knew that all this was irreversible, so he raised his head and prepared to be killed, but the pain he imagined did not come. Instead, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground was heard in front of him.

The shackled dwarf marshal opened his eyes and saw a Hades-style power axe and plasma hand cannon thrown at his feet. The thing had the emblem of the Transian First National Arsenal on it.

"Take it! New soldier Loren."

Count Xi Kemaier said in a deep voice:
"The expedition to East Prussia is about to begin. You will serve as the vanguard of the Punishment Battalion to lead the way for your legion. Your execution site is not here. Just consider it as satisfying my little evil taste.

I died in the city I swore to defend, and this is how you should die!

On top of the walls of Xike City is where you are destined to fall.

Don't worry about the Hades contract. It doesn't require your signature as a representative of shame. It will take effect when Lord Pluto makes his judgment."

After saying this, the Earl of the Underworld turned around, strode to his Iron Throne, raised his hand and raised the skull hammer. The Death Guard beside him also unfolded the battle flag of the Underworld Army.

At this high point, Loren looked back and saw that the undead warriors who had been prepared had already set out. Nearly a hundred improved dragoons that were roaring outside the city had also left the ruins that had bound them for more than three years in the midst of the earthquake and were heading towards the land of the living for the first time.

Those Hades Knights wearing heavy armor, those skeleton warriors holding sharp weapons, those war wizards riding airships slowly rising into the sky, those undead constructs armed to the teeth, and those vampires traveling with the army.

When Loren boarded an airship with his weapons, he also saw thousands of mountain winged cavalry gathering from all over the grassland at dusk.

These living will also follow the dead onto the battlefield in the dark land.

"I can give you a vacation."

Murphy's voice sounded from beside Loren. The Vampire Governor folded his wings and landed on the airship. He said:
"Go back to Silver Castle to see your wife. I don't want to be criticized by the troublesome living people as a harsh Hades."

"Wait until the war is over."

Loren whispered:
"Let's talk about it after everything is settled."

(End of this chapter)