In the central hall of the Grand Duke's Mansion, the nobles who fled from the viewing platform were gathering here in amazement. The front door was closed. This door was made of the most advanced military materials of the Federation. It was the same as the front armor material of the king-level main battle tank. It can resist the volley of the main battle tank head-on. It can be said to be a patron saint.

On the other side of the gate, the sound of firearms fired from time to time, making people frightened.

"How could this happen...why did this happen."

"Oh...my child is dead...that's my only child..."

"Imperial Dogs go crazy... This is a declaration of war! This is a blatant provocation to the Federation!"

"Grand Duke of Ottery, please preside over justice for us!"

Amid the noises of the nobles, the Chancellor of Finance, Yarlin, helped the frightened Grand Duke Oterry sit on the chair and walked to the platform. The duke is very talented in acting and can actually act calmly at this time. He lowers his body gracefully and says in a relaxed tone: "Everyone, please be careful, the two crazy imperial men have been blocked by the brave Grand Duke Guard. I promise you... everything is under control!"

"Puchi!" Just as Yarlin finished speaking, the long sword rolled through the air and inserted it into his neck accurately, causing his eyes to fall off the platform. When his brain burst on the ground, his face still maintained his calm expression.

The nobles looked in surprise in the direction where the long sword flew over, and saw a steady stream of black slaves rushing out from the entrance of the dungeon. The leader Alimana swept over the nobles present with his hot eyes, raised his fists tightly, and shouted in a loud voice: "Blood debt is paid for blood!!!"

In the unyielding roar that broke out due to long-term oppression, more and more black slaves have awakened and rushed towards the screaming nobles with weapons.

There were still many federal guards in the central hall, but at this time the nobles were instantly swept away by the black slaves and ran around. The standard guns in the guards could not be aimed at. If they swept together, they would probably be the ones who were killed. They could only take out the dagger tied to the side of their thighs and fight with the black slaves in close combat.

However, there are a large group of gladiators among the black slaves, and these are all warriors who use cold weapons to make a living. It would be fine if the federal guards meet the untrained black slaves. When they encounter gladiators, they are often chopped over after two or three moves. In addition, there are many black slaves, with more than 300 people one after another, and there are only more than 50 guards in the central hall. Soon they are washed away like sand castles after the flood.

The last layer of barrier was lost and the real massacre began.

The slaves waved their angry butcher knife at the nobles. A 60-year-old federal marquis was chopped off with his head and neck. Before his death, he had begged in pain, but he seemed to have forgotten that dozens of black slaves had begged him like they are now, but he just smiled and ordered his men to throw them into the fire pit and burn them alive.

A beautiful daughter of the Duke of the Federation knelt in front of the black slave in a panic expression. In the face of the primitive fear of the sin of death, she resolutely abandoned her dignity, unbuttoned the buttons on her chest, exposed her chest, and said in a crying voice: "Please spare my life. You can do whatever you want to do to my body, please let my life go."

In just a moment when they became pigs and dogs, the slaves picked up their dignity and stood up from the ground, becoming humans, and the federal nobles abandoned their dignity and knelt on the ground, becoming animals.

Will people covet the body of animals? No.

What awaited the Federation girl was not a physical insult, but a sharp sword that took the heart and pierced the beating heart and nailed it to the ground.

The massacre continues. Some of these people like to cook slaves alive, some like to cut off the slave legs and lower limbs and press the saddle on the lower part of the slave, and some like to let the slaves dance on the red-burned iron. In daily life, they may be kind fathers, filial daughters, and polite young people, but at this time, none of them are innocent.

On the other side of the central hall, two years ago, he brought the stolen gems to Grand Duke Oterry, and confessed that Akai's Skeleton City merchant Mr. Chen was also in the crowd.

In order not to let Luo You recognize his appearance, Mr. Chen took a bold move on himself. It has to be said that this move was very successful. Luo You refused to recognize him when he met him in person, but all this is no longer important now because he was being chased by a black slave.

A gladiator had killed Mr. Chen's entourage and chased him all the way. Not long after, Mr. Chen, who was lacking in exercise, was out of breath and fell to the ground like a dead dog.

Mr. Chen fell to the ground, screaming in fear, and kept retreating with his hands and feet, saying incoherently: "Don't! Don't kill me! I'm very rich, I can give you a lot of things!"

The gladiator had only blood debts and blood compensation in his heart. He would not be moved by a little money. He poked out his knife and sharpened it on the wall, bursting out dazzling sparks, and walked towards him with murderous aura.

"No...please..." Mr. Chen took out a pocket watch from the depths of his clothes with trembling hands, opened it and showed the photo to the gladiator, and said crying, "My daughter is still waiting for me to go home...please, I can't let him have no father..."

When the gladiator saw Mr. Chen's daughter in the photo, he suddenly froze in place. He himself was a person with a daughter, but his daughter later died in the abuse of the grand duke. After so many years, he still dreamed of his daughter in his sleep. Those pictures showed him the warmth and tenderness of his loss at all times.

The most resonant between the father. The gladiator knew very well what kind of pain it was to lose his daughter. Similarly, he knew very well what kind of pain it was to lose his father. This resonance was sublimated at this time, surpassing hatred, and making him silently put down his knife.

The gladiator held Mr. Chen's hand and pushed the pocket watch into his arms. Then he pointed to the direction at the end of the corridor and said in unskilled Chinese: "There...exit...go quickly, don't look back."

Mr. Chen kowtowed to the gladiator with gratitude and kept saying "Thank you".

However, the picture did not last long.

When the gladiator turned away his knife and was about to rush to the central hall to support his partner, the gratitude on Mr. Chen's face disappeared without a trace, replaced by a kind of hideousness. He quietly took out a gun from his arms and fired three shots at the gladiator.

Because he was unprepared, the Gladiator was shot in the back and hit all the targets. He was directly knocked to the ground, twisting like a worm, bleeding from his mouth, and his eyes were unconscious.

"Haha, this trick is really useful." Mr. Chen held his pocket watch, stuck out his tongue and licked the photo of "daughter", then walked forward and stepped on the gladiator's back, aimed at the back of his head and pulled the trigger, "Damn it! Black-skinned trash!"

"Bang." Brain burst.

After killing the gladiator, Mr. Chen fled from the Grand Duke's Mansion without stopping, and all the guards had rushed to support him, so there was no one here.

In order to delay the impact of the black slave as much as possible, Mr. Chen closed the door with a grim face, lifted the beam and killed the entire gate, and fled to the bottom of the mountain without any chance.

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Chapter completed!