Chapter 332: The lore is in Qiming (true)

Chapter 332 is the lore to Qi Mingzhen
In the early morning, London was still shrouded in the darkness and thick fog of the night. On the Grand Place of Wangli Park in London, a large group of people had gathered.
Countless bee demons danced in the square, photographing this historic moment: destroying the sword of the king of the national treasure - caliburn, the sinner who put Pantolacken into chaos, the traitor Arthur d. Decapitate the crowd in this square.
The civilians are full of enthusiasm. They only know the leaflets scattered around the parliament yesterday, but they never care about the facts.
For them, as long as there is a good show to see, no one really cares about what Arthur D. Kelton has done, and what kind of person.
"Grandpa" is a young Constance in the crowd, looking at a middle-aged knight next to him. "Do they really want to kill Arthur? You can't do anything?"
"The parliament caught Arthur, and they also had a mouthful." In a gray cloak, covering the whole body, the low-key hidden in the crowd, the Grand Duke of the Knights Hall, whispered: "We can't act rashly now." Wait patiently for the best time to get out."
Gaia Knight, who was next to Hall, nodded.
Greenwell and her father, Lyon Dickens, also in a low-key black cloak, hidden among another group of people.
"There are sixty-two in the east wing, thirty-seven in the west wing, fifty-one in the south, and twenty-four in the north." Greenwell whispered that her voice passed through the encrypted signal. In the microphone at the ear of each member, "pay attention to their waist."
"There are also buildings around." Evan, who was just recovering from the eyes of the Knight of the Knights of Euns, has been observing the surrounding scene with eagle eye. "There are twelve snipers."
"Sure enough, it was a heavy armor, huh, huh." Lyon Dickens sneered. "But if this is the strength that the parliament can draw, it is too small to look at us."
"They don't need to be hard against you, Dad." Greenville reminded, "The sniper's muzzle is probably against Arthur, and the head of the kid will burst out when there is a wind and grass."
"Is it?" The Grand Duke of Lyon Dickens crossed his arms and thought about it. "It wouldn't be fun. It takes a few seconds to get the fastest from this distance. It shouldn't catch up."
Yes, in order to ensure that nothing is lost, the parliament is deployed in the center of the square, and a shield wall is used to surround the wall to prevent the citizens from getting too close. From the edge of the wall to the execution location, there is at least 30 yards away.
Even if the Knights of the heavens are now rushing to save people at full speed, they will never catch up. The bullet will shoot through Arthur's head one step at a time.
What about Arthur? He wore only a pair of underwear, and he was bruised (both red marks printed by the whip) and was held in an iron cage. The anesthetic solution is placed in a drip bottle and then directly into the blood vessels of Arthur's arm via a catheter.
Not only was the parliament publicly presented to the public in such a shameful manner, the parliamentarians on the side were still screaming and screaming at Arthur’s "crime."
However, all this has nothing to do with Arthur. He feels that he is no longer here, not in this world, the whole world is empty, drifting, spinning.
Those anesthetics kept entering his body, making him unable to stay awake.
The outside of his body is still numb, but his body still has a dull pain. That was the punishment that the parliament used for him last night.
Sickness, injury, hunger and cold also made him extremely weak and there was no room for struggle.
If you continue this way - you will die.
auzw.com is like a cock, dying insignificantly.
This is just an era of weak meat, a winner is the king, and the loser is the age of shackles.
Falling in the hands of the parliament, being constantly humiliated, then dying, and becoming a huge stain in history, for no reason, the world is awkward - this will be Arthur's end.
Arthur glared at his eyes and watched several giants move a huge wooden shelf out.
That is, the high platform dedicated to the execution of the most wicked criminals.
A 30-foot-tall wooden shelf with heavy hemp ropes tied to a heavy sickle. When this thing fell, it was when Arthur’s head landed.
In the face of death, facing absolute despair, in the lowest valley of his life, Arthur has a blank in his heart.
"Give me two days." The woman, holding a little young man's body, said to the man, "Give me two days, so that I can save Arthur. Two days later, I will definitely come back."
The face of the Knight of the Knights Uther d Pantoraken, there is a very sad.
He looked at the eldest son of the dead, Ron, and his wife, and the dozens of family members, and sighed: "Have you ever given these people time, Iglian? You killed them. At that time, have you given any chances to them?"
"I know. I it." The woman hugged her child tightly. "But it is me, Arthur is innocent."
"Iglian, Arthur is dead." Knight of the heavens whispered. This is what the blind man can see, the inevitable fact.
The son's body has become cold, he has no breathing and heartbeat. His heart was pierced by his brother, Roger, and he was destroyed and could no longer be repaired.
Eglin is paranoid that the child can still save. She believes that the only way to save the child is to bring him to [the person].
"I have to try it anyway." The woman shed tears and picked up her long-lost son. "We have never done anything for him.
He has been suffering all the pain alone. Our parents have really failed too much.
So this time, I must do something for him. Please, Uther, let it pass once. "
The knight was speechless, and he let go of his hand in despair. The light sword in his hand immediately fell to the ground and lost its brilliance. The knight resisted tears and said calmly: "Go, please."
His home has been destroyed, his children are dead, and his beloved woman is already mad.
All sin will start from him and will end by him.
Therefore, when he sent Eglin to the fire Xingzhu, there was no hesitation; he abandoned the resurrected Arthur and gave it to the deputy Sir Akto, and there was no hesitation.
Uther looked at the child whose soul was broken, without a trace of distress.
Arthur is dead, and Uther has long since given up to love this dead and resurrected [Arthur].
Arthur remembered at this time that he had never been loved by his parents. This one [he], never.