Chapter 610
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Gwyneth hesitated for a moment before replying: "Yes, Young Master." Then she turned around and waved her hand, leading the troops to rush into the manor. The group of over a thousand people was like a black tide, surging into every corner of the manor. In an instant, screams and cries sounded from every corner of the manor, and the smell of blood quietly spread out. Only the night was silent.
Sergei carried Sarah and Mel who were unconscious to the outside of the manor. Glenn escorted Mark and two doctors out of the manor.
Mark wasn't in a coma. His body was tied to the bed and he couldn't struggle. When he was carried outside the manor, he suddenly saw Dean standing quietly in the night. His eyes were like fire, and his face was red with anger. He roared, "You bastard, you should go to hell!!"
Dean slowly turned around and indifferently looked at him: "Mr. Mel, how does it feel to see your clansmen die?"
"Damned beast!!" Mark angrily stared at him: "You are not a human! You will be judged one day! You will never be able to wash away your sins! You deserve to die!"
Dean indifferently smiled: "Who doesn't have a little sin in this world? God can't judge me, let alone a human! "
Mark clenched his fists in anger. His chest was in pain as he used too much force. He couldn't help but cough out blood.
Dean indifferently said: "Take him away."
"Yes." Glenn nodded. She called the two mercenaries who were carrying the bed to take Mark away.
Gwyneth returned from the manor. She was followed by a team of mercenaries who were escorting a large number of people dressed as servants. Some of them were old, weak, women and children. Gwyneth came in front of Dean: "Master, what should we do with these people?"
Dean glanced at the people she escorted: "Didn't I say not to leave the remnants of the Mel family?"
Gwyneth replied: "Master, these people aren't members of the Mel family. They are just hired servants. They are ordinary people."
"Are you sure that they don't have feelings for the Mel family?" Dean indifferently looked at her.
Gwyneth was stunned.
"The master is dead. As a servant, shouldn't I be buried with my master?" Dudian coldly said.
Gwyneth bit her lips. She knew that Dudian was determined to kill her. She turned around and made a beheading gesture.
Some of the servants were sharp-eyed. They cried and begged as they heard Dean's words. They cursed the Mel family and wanted to disassociate themselves from the Mel family.
When the mercenaries saw Gwyneth's gesture, they immediately pulled out their weapons. In an instant, the rest of the escorted servants panicked and fell to the ground, begging for mercy.
Seeing this sad scene, Gwyneth couldn't help but close her eyes.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
The sound of metal blades cutting flesh was heard one after another. Blood spurted out and sputtered. Some of the people who were close enough to Gwyneth's smooth cheeks had a trace of heat.
She slowly opened her eyes and saw that the servants in front of her were beheaded one after another. Blood flowed like a river and heads were everywhere. The rest of the servants were desperately crying and begging for mercy.
Soon, all the pleading voices disappeared, and the ground was littered with corpses and the cries of babies.
Gwyneth quickly went over to the corpses of the servants and ordered people to pick them up. She turned around and brought them back to Dean. She was about to speak when she heard Dean's indifferent voice: "What do you want to say?"
Gwyneth couldn't help but say: "Master, these children are innocent. Can you let them go?"
"Innocent?" Dean coldly looked at her: "Adults who have survived for decades have been killed. Don't you think it's ridiculous that you feel pity for these children? Or do you think that these children are innocent and have never done bad things? Do you think that it's too cruel to kill them? "
Gwyneth was startled. She did think so.
Dean sneered as he saw her expression: "These children haven't done bad things. It's not because they are kind but because they don't have the ability! Once they grow up they will be like ordinary people. What qualifications do they have to enjoy the privilege of being exempted from death? You think that it's cruel? It's just a conditioned reflex caused by your vision, hearing and imagination! "
Gwyneth was speechless as she didn't know how to refute.
But she knew that such behavior was wrong. But she couldn't say what was wrong.
"If we leave these bastards alive today they will become the most disgusting rats in ten years. Resources are limited. The resources that they will eat and drink will be left to the slums. It will be enough to feed many families who will die of hunger and poverty." Dean said in a cold voice: "If you don't have the heart to kill them then you can leave first."
Gwyneth was silent. She used to be a punisher in the inner wall. She was specialized in hunting down evil followers and hunters. Although she was framed and imprisoned by the nobles but she only hated certain people. However, everything she'd done today had truly exceeded her bottom line and tolerance, and it caused her to feel an indescribable feeling of rage and powerlessness. She knew that she was unable to change this young man's thoughts, and it was even to the extent that if she were to oppose him too strongly, she might even be discarded by this young man as a pawn at the side.
But was it really right to witness and connive at such a sinful scene in order to protect herself?
She slightly bit her lips and raised her hand to make a gesture to the mercenaries.
The mercenaries immediately waved their swords and killed the children who were just born to four or five years old. The ground was a mess. The blood spread like a curse and permeated the dark ground.
At this time, Sarah and Lisa slowly woke up. They saw Sergei and Dean not far from them. Sarah was about to scold them when she smelled a strong and pungent smell of blood. Her face slightly changed as she looked up and saw corpses everywhere.
She was stunned for a moment. She stared at Dean: "You won't die a good death! You are not a human! You are an ugly monster! You deserve to die!"
Dean frowned and slightly raised his hand to signal.
Sergei understood and immediately chopped Sarah's hand and knocked her out again.
Dean waited for Glenn to come back and said: "We will go back first. You stay here and clean up the place. Remember to kill even a mouse!"
Glenn nodded: "Understood."
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