Chapter 34 The Past of the Good
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Onomamus was pinned to the ground.
No one is holding down this young and strong terrifying "ferocious bear", but the gravity restraint imposed on it is like a bear trapper's iron trap, preventing it from moving.
In front of Honor is a corpse.
There was nothing belonging to the nobility or lackeys of the nobility. They were all the corpses of the rebels and the civilians who chose to follow the rebels.
High Knight's lackeys are shooting people in rows.
As soon as a gunshot was fired, a whole row of dozens of people fell to the ground.
"Traitor! Traitor!"
Onomamus struggled hard, staring at a ragged beggar with his blood-red eyes.
There were some people in ragged clothes and some wearing simple leather armor around the beggar.
They were all members of the rebel army.
Hono was so angry that he could not figure out why these people who had fought alongside him were now siding with the enemy.
No...
Maybe they have already sided with the enemy.
Onomamus would figure this out over time.
“Kill all the rebels, all those who supported the rebels but did not abandon the enemy, and destroy the city.”
“But keep Onomamus.”
The cold voice of command came from the sky.
A woman with white wings embedded on her back fell from the sky.
That was a high knight.
Every trace of a woman's gorgeous clothes can buy hundreds of slaves, and the gems on her crown that can buy a country declare her identity.
"Traitor, traitor..." Onomamus kept repeating the word, and then the roar in his mouth turned into crying.
"Shh, shh, shh." The female tall knight came to Honor, squatted down and hugged his head, comforting softly, "You were just hit by an oxygen extraction bomb, and your organs are severely hypoxic. Wait. Wait and shout."
"Traitor... lackey..." Honor continued to curse, saliva and tears splashing on the gauntlet of the high knight who wiped the blood from his face.
Honor hit the high knight's chest with his head, but this attempt only brought him a coma that lasted two minutes - because the high knight had a thin layer of energy plating on his body.
“How should I comfort you?” Knight Gao still hugged Honor, “I gave you a chance, Onomamus, I said that if you agree to come back to me, I will Your people and subordinates become your slaves and playthings, letting them play the game of uprising with you."
"Just like our previous relationship."
The last sentence is as follows. The fire poured into Honor's ears, instantly igniting all the confusion, dissatisfaction, and hatred in his heart.
Hono wanted to curse.
The high knight also knew that he was going to curse, but those dirty words were obviously inappropriate in such a public situation where other nobles were present, so the high knight covered Honor's mouth.
Gently cover her hand, and use the "silent force field" integrated into the glove to prevent Honor's words from penetrating her palm.
"It's not your fault. You are too naive and too kind." Gao Knight comforted softly, "Of course you can't see that there is someone with ulterior motives in your team. Even if you did, you wouldn't be able to tell." I will try to influence them. "
Honor raised his head and glared at Gao Knight, his eyes so fierce that Gao Knight's guards subconsciously took a step back.
“You made too many mistakes in this uprising game.”
"Why can't you figure out that those who have the same fate as you may not necessarily stand with you?"
As he said that, the high knight turned back to look at the "traitors" behind him and looked at them one by one.
"You don't naively think that not being enslaved...is more important than each of them having enough food and clothing from now on?"
After saying this, Gao Knight Turning his attention to Honor again.
Her tone was gentle, but it sounded terrifying to Honor.
"Come back, don't play this uprising game anymore." "You have followed me to fight everywhere since you were three years old. You know my abilities and the abilities of other gods on Nuceria."
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"Don't force me to hurt you again."
"..."
"Go away!" Honor gritted his teeth, and squeezed out angry words from between his teeth, " I would rather go to the arena than be your slave!”
The high knight was stunned for a moment, but a smile that said "everything is under control" quickly replaced his astonishment.
“Would you rather go to the arena than come back to me as a slave?”
she said.
"It seems that I still have to give you some small punishment, just like when I was a child."
"Do you still remember that your parents and sisters died because of your fault? Now soon again More people will die because of your fault.”
She took out a metal pipe that looked no bigger than a toothpick and had an idea.
The gravity falling from the sky instantly crushed and killed the traitors who were scolded by Honor.
Hono was still struggling and cursing in his heart, but he seemed to be lying on the ground and turning over. The severe pain made him convulse to the point where he could not even speak a clear word, and tears were pouring out like a fountain. It slid down his face and twitched all over.
He felt like someone was stabbing his heart with a knife.
Those traitors are hateful, but Honor still cannot be completely heartless because they have fought alongside him, nor can he applaud their deaths.
Not to mention, these people were killed by the tall knight in front of him, which reminded Honor of the past that caused him the most pain and suffering.
"It's not my fault." Knight Gao said with a smile, "I originally planned to let them live like livestock, but you forced me to kill them. It's your fault."
Honor was lying on the ground, clutching his heart, convulsing in pain, suffering from hypoxia, coughing and wheezing violently.
Slowly he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again he saw the cave and other gladiators.
"What's wrong with you?" Angron stepped forward and asked.
Qin Xia also opened his eyes and looked at Honor.
"It's nothing." Honor shook his head, "It was just a dream."
"Did you have a dream?" Angron raised his eyebrows and helped Honor up from the ground. "Dream of being killed? I feel heartbreaking pain from you. I only feel this way when there are dead people around me."
"It's nothing." Honor smiled, "Really It’s nothing, just a nightmare.”
Angron nodded and sat back down.
Qin Xia also closed her eyes and continued her exploration of spiritual energy.
Hono looked out the window, then at the gladiators, and found that everyone was awake and it was daylight.
So this "old bear" wanted to ask Qin Xia about what he discussed in his dream yesterday, but at this time Angron nodded to him.
Qin Xia has already talked with Angron.
It was easy enough to make Angron understand the necessary cruelty.
Angron felt every death, but the feelings of those he cared about he not only felt, but cared more about.
In the past few days in the arena, Angron felt that Qin Xia, Honor and others cared about him and took care of him... If the death of an ordinary person would make him feel a sudden heartache in an instant The pain, the death of Qin Xia and the people he cared about, was equivalent to the pain of ripping open his heart, prying open his bones and taking away his tendons.
So Angron will make a choice, and this choice is to keep everyone he cares about alive.
"Ahem." Honor stood up, cleared his throat, and said to everyone, "I have been thinking about it all night and have an idea. Can you all listen to it?"
Hearing this In other words, most people had no reaction.
Kleist already knew what was coming.
Yochula is resting due to a broken arm.
Qin Xia also knew what would happen.
And Angron has subconsciously sensed everyone's emotions at this moment.
(End of this chapter)