"When you killed them, did you hear their pleas?" Dean's tone was slow as he spoke. The pain continued to spread throughout Pluto's body. The bones in his broken wrist were being ground bit by bit. Pluto's forehead was covered with cold sweat.
"Elder, I really didn't. Please don't believe the slander of the villains. Please believe me!" Pluto looked up and pleaded in a sincere tone.
At the same time, Pluto's men reacted. They pulled out their swords and rushed over.
Sergei, Glenn and others didn't sit back and watch. They quickly came up to greet them. The sound of weapons clashing echoed around them.
"Only two of them had a big reaction when I asked the third question." Dean slowly said: "The other one didn't react as frequently as you. Your psychological activities are repeatedly changing. I forgot to tell you that one of my magic marks abilities is x-ray vision! I can see your heartbeat, the movement of your stomach and even the flow of your blood! "
X-ray vision? Pluto was stunned. How could Dean have such a top-level vision ability?
His heart fell into the deep valley. He was full of despair.
But he didn't want to accept his fate. He pleaded: "Elder, I admit that I was thinking a bit too much at that time. But isn't it too hasty to judge that I killed your adoptive parents based on this point? I just thought of other things. That's why I had a big reaction. But it has nothing to do with your adoptive parents. I really didn't kill them. You are looking for the wrong person for revenge. You will only let the real murderer go! "
"It's better to kill the wrong person than to miss it." Dean indifferently said: "Moreover, the evidence that you are the murderer isn't limited to this point. The reason why I haven't killed you is because there is one more thing that you haven't done."
Pluto felt that he had grasped a glimmer of hope: "Elder, you really can't kill me. You have just promoted me to deputy speaker. If you kill me now then it will provoke criticism!"
"I can promote you to deputy speaker at any time. You don't need to pay attention to criticism. " Both of Pluto's hands were completely twisted off. Even a strong person like Pluto couldn't bear the pain of having his wrists broken.
"I will take this opportunity to tell them that any power or position is under my control!" Dean grabbed Pluto's shoulder and carried him into the woods.
Whoosh!
The three attendants who were fighting with Sergei saw the opportunity and rushed towards Dudian.
Dean didn't even look at him. He raised his hand and slapped the man's sword away. His palm pressed on the man's chest. The man flew out and hit another attendant.
"Try to keep them alive." Dean said as he carried Pluto into the woods.
In the dark forest, the low chirping sounds of insects and the rustling of leaves in the wind could be heard. It was as if there were countless ghosts and evil shadows leaping about in the forest, causing people to tremble in fear.
Dean's face didn't change. He carried Pluto to an open space in the woods. There was a small mound on the ground. There was no tombstone on it. With a wave of his hand, he threw the Nether King in front of the small mound and said, "Kneel."
Pluto clenched his teeth in pain. He used his knees and shoulders to prop himself up from the ground. His heart turned cold as he heard Dean's words. He knew what Dean wanted him to do. He didn't think that he would fall into such a miserable situation. He had to kneel down in front of a few ants. Even if he knelt down he wouldn't be able to save his life.
Gritting his teeth, he slowly stood up from the ground and said, "Even if I die, I won't die on my knees! That's right, I was the one who killed your adoptive parents. I was the one who sent people to kill them. Not only did I send people to kill them, I even tortured them to death. Didn't you see how they died? How miserable they were. Hahaha … You were actually able to hold back your desire to take revenge. In the end, your feelings for them are only so-so … "
Pluto's voice suddenly stopped as he knelt down.
He saw Dean kick him from behind, and it happened to hit the soft ribs behind his knees.
Pluto's eyes turned red as he roared. He wanted to stand up again.
Dean's palm pressed on his shoulder. It was like a mountain was pressing down on him. Pluto couldn't move.
"Kowtow!" Dean indifferently said.
Pluto roared: "Don't even think about …" He didn't finish his words as his body bent down. His head hit the ground.
Dean pressed the back of Pluto's head on the soil in front of the mound.
"Kowtow again!" Dean grabbed Pluto's hair and pulled him up. He didn't wait for Pluto's eyes to see the front as his head was pressed down again. The coarse sand on Pluto's forehead hurt like needles.
"Again." Dean pulled Pluto's hair and knocked him down again. He slowly knelt down and pressed Pluto's head on the ground. He whispered to the mound: "Aunt Jura, Uncle Gray, I've brought the murderer who killed you. Did you see him? He is repenting and making amends …"
"You want me to make amends? Don't even think about it …" Pluto roared.
Dean pressed hard with his palm, pressing his whole face into the soil. Suddenly, he couldn't open his mouth.
"Unfortunately, I'm still too late." Dean looked at the small mound. There was a trace of loneliness in his indifferent eyes. "I've made you suffer so much. You should have lived an ordinary life and be happy until old. But because of me, although you have lived a few good days, but you have paid too much. It seems that the most useless thing in the world is to apologize. Nothing can be restored, nothing can be changed …"
Pluto twisted his neck as he listened to Dean's voice. He violently struggled but his face was pressed down. He could only make nasal sounds.
"I wish you a good journey …" Dean stared at the mound for a moment. He slowly retracted his eyes. His hand that was pressing the back of Pluto's head slowly slid down and pinched Pluto's neck.
In an instant, the struggling Nether King's body froze, as though time had stopped.
"Wu …" A sobbing sound rang out, and in the next moment, a loud and clear sound of bones breaking rang out. The Nether King's neck was squeezed so hard that it looked like an hourglass. His voice stopped abruptly, and his body gradually went limp.
Dean slowly got up and looked back. He saw that Sergei and the others had finished their battle. They brought the four people into the woods.
"Kneel down." Dean calmly said.
Sergei and the others looked at the mound. They knew that it was the grave of Dean's adoptive parents. They pushed the four people and forced them to kneel in front of the grave. The four people didn't dare to resist as they saw Pluto kneel down.
Dean silently looked at them for a long time. He made a gesture to Sergei and the others. Then he led Aisha out of the woods.
Sergei immediately made a move. Several screams echoed in the woods.
There were five figures kneeling in front of the mound in the dark woods. It was particularly treacherous in the dark night.
Dean went out of the woods and got into the carriage. He looked at Gabriel who was nervous and sweating: "Are you afraid?"
Gabriel swallowed his saliva and shook his head: "No, I'm not afraid."
Dean sat back in the carriage and put down the curtain.
Sergei, Glenn and others came out of the woods and got on their horses.
Dean's voice echoed from behind the curtain: "Go to Utopia Mountain."
Sergei, Glenn, and the others were shocked when they heard this. Sergei said: "Master, Utopia Mountain is the headquarters of the Holy Church. Are you going to deal with the Pope now?"
"Do I need to pick an auspicious day to deal with him?" Dean said.
Sergei replied: "Master, I didn't mean that. It's so late …"
"You can go back and rest if you are tired."
Sergei hurriedly said: "Master, I mean that Holy Church is much more powerful than the dark church. Moreover, Wu Tuo mountain is their headquarters. There are countless Knights of Light stationed there. We only have a few people. Shouldn't we go back and gather people? We need to make a long-term plan."
"Giving the enemy time to breathe is the same as reducing our own time to breathe." Dean's voice was calm: "I have a plan. Gabriel, let's go."
"Yes, Young Master." Gabriel was terrified. He hurriedly responded and rode his horse back.
Sergei, Glenn and others looked at each other. They didn't expect Dean to be so anxious. Did he plan to completely control the two strongest forces in the outer wall in just one night?!
…
…
Utopia Mountain. The headquarters of the Holy Church. It was the symbol of holiness and beauty.
The mountain was five hundred and eighty meters high. The snow-white sunflowers that covered the mountains and plains were bright and tender, incomparably beautiful. But now that it was a rainy season with continuous rain, they gradually withered and were corroded by the drizzle.
At the foot of the mountain, there was a street that could accommodate eight carriages side by side. It was the most spacious street in the outer wall area. The ground was paved with snow white stone bricks. Occasionally the moonlight would shine down. Even at night, the entire mountain was as bright as day. It was incomparably holy.
It was three o 'clock in the morning. There was no one on the street. Even the nobles who liked to party late into the night would end the banquet at around twelve o' clock and go back to sleep.
A carriage rolled over. The sound of horse's hooves was accompanied by slight shaking of the carriage. The sound was very rhythmic. The carriage stopped in front of the square outside Utopia Mountain. Dean lifted the curtain and held Aisha's hand.
"Master, are you really not going to think about it?" Sergei looked at the towering mountain in the distance. He felt that it was like a giant beast crawling there. It was hard to imagine how many troops would be needed to attack this mountain.
Dean looked up into the distance. After a moment, he said: "You guys go back first. I'll go alone."
Sergei and Glenn's eyes widened: "You're going alone? How, how can this be, we … "
"It's useless for you to go back." Dean said: "Show the badge of the Feran family if you meet the patrolling soldiers."
Their mood was complicated. Indeed, as Dean said, they wouldn't be of much use. After all, this was the headquarters of the Holy Church. Let alone four senior hunters, even if there were five times more of them, they still wouldn't be able to make any waves here.
Dean didn't wait for their reply. He held Aisha's hand and slowly walked along the street. Their figures gradually disappeared from their line of sight.
There were two eight-meter-tall angel statues at the gate. Their snow-white wings were lifelike. The feathers were delicate and full of solemn and sacred feeling. Under the angel statue, eight Knights of Light were guarding the two sides of the huge mountain gate. At this moment, the night was deep, only the sound of insects coming from the distant grass and the croaking of unknown frogs could be heard, this kind of sound lasted for a long time.
Although the eight knights had slept during the day, they still felt sleepy. Four of them were sitting on the ground drinking and chatting.
Whoosh!
A breeze passed by from the distance.
One of them, who was drinking with his head raised, heard the commotion and turned his head to take a look, only to see a cloud floating over, blocking the light of the moon and stars. It was pitch black in the distance, and he could barely see a patch of gray grass.
After a moment, the wind blew away the carefully trimmed grass. There was nothing on the grass.
"What's wrong? Old Lei. "Another person said.
Old Lei rubbed his eyes and shook his head: "It's nothing. I thought that someone had passed by."
"Old Lei, you drank too much. Who dares to come here in the middle of the night? Do you want to attack us at night?"
"Yes, even those dirty bitches of the dark church never dare to attack the headquarters of the Holy Church. You must have drunk too much!"
St. Mark's Square on the top of the mountain. The ground was as white as white jade. The stars were shining brightly. There were knights guarding the square. They were standing still like stone statues.
In the [Light Palace] above the square, fragrant oil lamps were hung on the pillars of the palace. The price of each oil lamp was equivalent to the income of a commoner for half a lifetime. The incandescent flames illuminated every corner of the palace, without the slightest bit of darkness.
Richelieu was sleeping on the bed behind the statue of the God of Light. He had been living here since he became the Pope thirty years ago. He slept with his back against the statue every day. The light from the lantern shone on his snow-white hair and beard, emitting a radiance.
Suddenly, a cold wind came from the window. One of the windows was opened.
A grey figure quietly and slowly approached his bed and knelt down.
Richelieu slowly opened his eyes but did not get up. His voice was cold. "What's the matter?"
If someone heard his tone, they would be surprised. It was completely different from his usual gentle tone. It was as if he was a different person.
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