Beating Instances through Words Left by the Dead

Chapter 905: Chapter 386: Maybe I Can Give It a Try (3)

Wu Chang asked Raventon, who walked out of the interrogation room:

”How did it go?”

Raventon slightly shook his head, ”They’ve said everything they could. Brook even confessed to having an affair with Gascogne’s wife last weekend, but none admitted to having attempted an assassination on Prime Minister Ron.”

”As for the Industrialist Association, it seems to be a coincidence.”

”The Conservatives who came here are staunch believers of the Holy Awakening Sect. They are very dissatisfied with Ron and Her Majesty the Queen’s reforms and are even more dismissive of the Peace Church.”

Wu Chang shrugged and asked, ”According to Stilan’s laws, what kind of punishment would be given if we publicized their confessed crimes?”

Raventon scoffed, ”Gascogne himself is the Chief Justice. Eighty percent of judges in Stilan are his people. What kind of sentence do you want him to give?”

”Besides, the cases they planned mostly target ordinary civilians, not involving key figures or treason, which hardly constitutes a death penalty.”

”Even if Gascogne doesn’t use his connections, proving mental instability at most would result in temporary detention or even a direct acquittal.”

Wu Chang regretfully said, ”I initially wanted to give Randy and Her Majesty the Queen some face by letting the law handle them.”

”But if this is the verdict, wouldn’t it suggest that the dignity of our Secret Magic Knight Order, just like Stilan’s laws, can be trampled at will? Those judges can give up their dignity, but I still need mine.”

He waved to the Secret Magic Knight responsible for the interrogation and said:

”Go to the estate and get some ropes. Make sure they’re good enough and can hold some weight. These noble lords aren’t light. Don’t let them fall and hurt themselves.”

He then turned to Raventon and said:

”When we pass through Westminster District on our way back, let’s hang them on some lampposts at a good location. Make sure they’re conspicuous, so that tomorrow morning, everyone passing through Westminster District can see them.”

”Let those secretly observing in Grimland know that the Secret Magic Knight Order won’t tolerate them.”

After dealing with the Conservative Party matter, Wu Chang led the members of the Secret Magic Knight Order back to No. 6 Bai She Avenue.

When they passed Garden Square in front of Bai She Avenue, the convoy made a brief stop, left a dozen swaying Sunny Day Dolls on the lampposts of the square, and then continued to move towards Bai She Avenue.

A few hundred meters away from Bai She Avenue, Wu Chang’s expression became solemn, signaling the convoy to slow down and everyone to remain alert.

He sniffed the air and caught the scent of gunpowder and blood.

The convoy slowly drove into Bai She Avenue. As soon as they entered, they saw Bai She Avenue as if it had been swept through by bullets.

At a glance, the bodies of Transcendents could be seen everywhere.

If it weren’t for the fact that their death states were all the same, Wu Chang might have thought that the Secret Magic Knight Order had been isolated by the old Transcendent organizations, engaging in secret battle formations without a word of warning.

The condition of Bai She Avenue was tragic, but the most severely damaged was the Police Hall.

Wu Chang and the others entered the Police Hall to find corpses everywhere, with many officers and secret police dead.

Unlike the outside battle, most of these ordinary people died from knife wounds, gutted with extremely brutal deaths.

Following the trail of blood inside, they saw the damaged meeting room door and Prime Minister Glad’s body nailed to the wall.

Wu Chang clicked his tongue, knowing that the player’s thinking was correct.

Fighting for the position of prime minister through public opinion and political maneuvers was useless; only those who survived could become prime minister.

Now, with both Glad and Gascogne, both frontrunners in the election, out of the running early, Randy’s competition pressure dropped significantly.

Few survivors remained in the Police Hall, and even the ones who were still alive were mostly delirious, spouting nonsense after the upheaval.

Wu Chang, following his inspiration, found a mage from the Clock Tower hiding and understood what had happened.

While they were away, the serial killer who preyed on Transcendents in Grimland’s nighttime, deeming the hunting efficiency too slow, directly attacked Bai She Avenue.

The Transcendents tried to stop him but were slaughtered single-handedly by the Executioner, without any chance to fight back.

To be precise, there was initially some resistance. Three Transcendents attempted to act, temporarily freezing the Executioner into an ice sculpture.

But when the Transcendents thought it was over and relaxed, the Executioner broke free from the freeze and continued the slaughter.

He not only killed the remaining Transcendents on Bai She Avenue but also stormed into the Police Hall, slaying Prime Minister Glad, who was holding an investigation meeting there.

Based on the survivors’ description and the attack methods of the three who acted, Wu Chang guessed they were Cold Mountain, Sword Star, and Phantom.

From the Executioner’s previous actions and the survivors’ description of him, he must be a member of the Steam Council.

Cold Mountain and Sword Star appearing here, risking exposure of their undercover identities to fight the Executioner, wasn’t to protect Glad.

Most likely, they were being hunted by the Executioner, and coming to the Secret Security Department for reinforcements, inadvertently leading that monster here.

They joined forces with Phantom. Unable to defeat him, they fled, and the Executioner figured since he was here, he might as well take out Glad before continuing his pursuit of Cold Mountain and Sword Star.

As long as Sword Star isn’t knocked out, when faced with the Executioner’s pursuit, they would likely flee to the Gray Church Slums.

There should still be time.

Wu Chang, controlling his True Self, said to the Earth Puppet, ”Lend me your car, I’m going to save people.”

The Earth Puppet relinquished control of the car, somewhat worried, ”That Executioner is very dangerous, we should go with you.”

True Self shook his head, ”No need, you all stay to protect Sir Sean.”

The Executioner has a wide-range lethal skill. Ordinary Transcendents would be killed instantly if hit. Bringing others along wouldn’t help and would only distract him as he has to look after them as well.

True Self got into the car made by the Earth Puppet and floored the gas pedal, speeding towards the Gray Church Slums.

On the other side, Cold Mountain, Sword Star, and Priest were five hundred meters away from the Gray Church Slums.

Five hundred meters would normally be a short distance, but at this moment, it felt like an insurmountable gap. Behind them, the Executioner’s encroaching fog had already caught up.

Moreover, their horses had been sniped from a long distance. ℴ

Through the fog, although they couldn’t see the Executioner’s presence, they could clearly feel they were already locked on.

It seemed impossible to safely cover this five hundred meters.

Cold Mountain took a deep breath, his gaze becoming resolute as he made a decision.

He said to Sword Star, ”I’ll handle blocking the Executioner. You’re faster, use your sword to enter the slums and see if you can get help from Lady Sean.”

Sword Star knew the risks and said, ”The Executioner’s attack range is vast. If we separate, we might be defeated individually. If we fight together, retreating while fighting, we might both enter the slums.”

As they argued, the Priest anxiously looked toward the slums, hesitating on whom to follow.

As his gaze caught the faint outline of the Gray Church in the fog, Inspiration suddenly struck him, and he realized something.

Before Cold Mountain could speak again, he cautiously raised his hand and said, ”Maybe I can give it a try for the last five hundred meters.”