Chapter 252: Deadly Dawn (22)

"I think it's necessary for you to take a look at this."
Before Nutans saw the emperor, Francis approached him. As the leader of the dark sword, he naturally became the leader of the secret guards currently gathered in the Purple Palace, but he paid special attention to Nutans who escaped from the dead. , The first time he took him to the crater lawn outside the palace.
"A prisoner?"
Silas asked suspiciously.
Most of the enemies fled in front of the decisive offensive of the Citizen's Temple, and many people stubbornly resisted and fought to the end, but this guy was willing to be captured.
He stood on the lawn next to a broken fountain, surrounded by no less than ten secret guards and wizards guarding him.
Nutans sent Silas back to his post and then walked to the captive.
This is a gray-haired arcanist. His indigo robe is covered with blood and scorch marks, his face is also smeared with scarlet, and his waist is bent overwhelmingly. This is also Nutans to the present. The only living arcanist to watch so far.
He looked at Nutans, almost smiling.
"first name."
Nutans asked in a very formal tone, which was the tone of the interrogator.
"Hill, Hill Mopor."
The arcanist answered in this way.
One of the secret guards showed Nutans the weapon he had when he was captured.
An oddly shaped pistol, a dagger made of cyan crystal, and a thin iron chain wrapped around the handle.
This dagger is very curious, it looks more ceremonial, rather than a weapon, it is a status symbol.
"Are you the highest-ranking officer?"
"I am the commander."
The arcanist admitted very simply.
"Is there any reason for me to keep you a dog, animal."
"You still follow a creed that prisoners will not easily die on your hands."
"I thought these were all forgotten by you. Very good. We will treat you well."
"You don't have so much time."
Hill corrected, the tone was unbearable.
"Why do you do this?"
Nutans glanced at Francis, but the other party did not seem to intend to interfere with his questioning.
"Because of previous grudges?"
Hill laughed.
"It's really iconic arrogance, really a layman's mindset, yes, we did vent our aversion to you today, but that's not why we attacked the empire."
"So why?"
"This world is already in flames."
Hill didn't mean anything at all.
"A war that has been fought in the past, we follow the trust."
Nutans didn't speak. He couldn't understand these obscure languages. However, all seemingly illogical must refer to the many unimaginable events happening today.
He glanced at the dagger again. It was beautiful, but its shape and style made him feel uneasy. He believed that the traitors also had similar weapons.
"You say the world is in flames?"
Francis finally spoke.
"Yes."
"with who?"
"A lot of enemies come from your side, from the past and the future."
Hill seemed very solemn, as if proud of it.
"Beside us?"
Hill nodded.
"What you have always relied on, always regarded as an ally, that is the real threat."
He said lightly.
"You will regret it soon, maybe you will not, you people will not, the entire empire will not, accept the reality, human beings are running out of time, we must make changes."
"If you volunteer to be captured just to threaten us..."
MacArthur approached them and said indifferently:
"...Then you are a fool."
"I'm not here to threaten you."
Hill shook his head.
"I would rather go to death, but as a commander, I have a duty, and I want to come and talk to you about the conditions."
MacArthur pulled out his weapon.
"I need this human traitor to shut up."
"and many more."
Francis stopped him. He looked at the arcanist, his face scornful and confident.
"We need to get more information from him."
Nutans also stood up.
"Even if he mocks us for this, mocking our creeds and principles, if he can only do this, just let him."
Later, Nutans added another sentence.
"He thought it was an insult? We have humanity but he doesn't?"
Hill looked straight at Nutans' eyes, and Gug's smile appeared on his face.
"Your adherence to human nature is admirable, the emperor's secret guard."
"We may be full of blood, but it's different from yours."
"Don’t get me wrong, we have always admired you, and have always been so. There are a lot of admirable things in the secret guard, your determination, your sense of responsibility, especially your loyalty. These comments are not ironic... I am very sincere, but The things you represent are filthy to us, so we stand up to resist and we will not stop until it overthrows, but this does not prevent us from admiring the power you displayed when fighting for it."
Hill's gaze went back and forth between Nutans and MacArthur.
"Everything in you is something we have failed to achieve, but the truth has been revealed to us, so we realize that everything in you is something we should not achieve."
"His nonsense made me tired."
MacArthur told Ventanus that he raised his pistol again.
But Hill did not stop his words.
"You can understand the conditions. That's why I didn't die generously, but chose to experience this humiliation. I came to talk to you about the conditions."
"You have a minute."
Nutans' face was gloomy, but still patient.
"I failed to capture the palace and destroy you, so I let my commander down. The Purple Palace was identified as the primary target. Do you understand what I'm talking about, Secret Guard? You defeated my troops, but couldn't stop the others The arrival of the man, just when I was captured, Lord Federtice had already led his army to march here... They will not be too far away, the flesh lord will crush you, you just repelled my troops, He has twenty times as many soldiers as this, and he is an invincible existence, not the one you understand. Surrender now, surrender to me, I will guarantee you...you, and you here All troops can survive."
"Why live for?"
Francis chuckled and expressed his disdain.
"A life retrieved under this condition is better than not."
Hill nodded.
"I understand that it is the same as I expected. There is no reconciliation between us. We have too many blood feuds."
"So what exactly do you expect? Do you expect us to surrender? With you, and the Arcanist, stand aside and follow... If you're telling the truth, trust? What?
"Of course not, but maybe I do expect you to at least listen to our truth. It is different from your imagination. It is beautiful. Your understanding of the world will change completely. A change of perspective. You will think about the previous way of thinking. Surprised, you will find that they are never meaningful."
"Hill Mopol."
Francis said very solemnly.
"I heard your terms and your request, and I formally refused both."
"But you will die."
"Everyone will die."
Nutans turned around.
"This is not a glorious method of death."
Hill shouted behind him.
"Without glory, this will be a sad and miserable end!"
"Relax~EbookFREE.me~ Your death is also miserable."
"Fedtic will punish you! He will punish you in an unimaginable way! He will trample your flesh and blood into the dirt!"
"Leave him alone."
Nutans said to Francis.
"Like what we did to your emperor!"
Hill shouted exhaustedly.
"We will make you scarred and die from blood loss, just as he was stabbed to death! In the end he begs for death, begs! Begging us like a coward! He cries more than ever! He begs us to let him die and end his pain! And we just laughed and spit into his heart because we knew he was afraid."
Francis failed to stop him, and Nutans was struck by lightning.
Hill's body was cut from his left hip to his throat with a sword, and the sword tip was embedded in Kerrhill's jaw.
Blood spilled from the old shell, his body rocked, and black blood poured out of the wound, dripping along his legs, and flowing along the blade to Nutans' arm.
Blood also spewed from Hill's mouth. He opened his mouth halfway, and Nutans could see the sharp blade between two teeth.
Hill is laughing.
He mumbled something, but he was choked with blood and closed his throat with a sword.
Francis pushed Nutans away, grabbed the hilt, and prepared to pull out the blade to give the arcanist a clean relief.
"at last……"
Kerrhill muttered:
"I've been thinking about how to..."
Francis hadn't had time to pull out his sword, Hill had fallen to his knees, blood gathered on the dry ground beside him, spreading around like a purple mirror.
Nutans stared at the scene, cursing that he couldn't control his anger.
MacArthur suddenly clapped his hands.
"No! That emperor is in danger!"