After a brief shock, someone in the audience finally came to their senses. Even though Leoric still retained his majesty and aura, he was just a bad old man who was about to die.
Several nobles of the Holy Acropolis picked up scattered weapons from the ground, stood under the steps, and confronted their former king.
Leoric stood at the top of the throne steps with his sword in hand, eyes wide open, glaring at the people in front of him, gritting his teeth and roaring: "A group of traitors who have long forgotten their kindness!"
Sinclair stood at the back, frowning at this farce-like scene, turned his head sideways, and winked at his cronies in the crowd.
After a while, someone shouted: "Get rid of this tyrant!"
Echoing voices suddenly began to rise and fall.
"Kill this murderer!"
"This guy is just an old man! There's nothing to be afraid of!"
"The light of the Father protects the Holy Acropolis!"
Quietly staying away from these angry mobs, Todd stood in a remote corner, focused his attention on the astrologer next to Leoric, and quietly waited for the subsequent development of the situation.
What did not disappoint him was that the gray-robed astrologer finally moved and knocked the oak staff in his hand hard against the ground.
Suddenly, countless white silk threads hung from the roof of the hall, and countless light green sacs fell into the crowd along the threads. These spherical objects hit the ground and exploded one after another, emitting a large amount of smoke-like spores.
.
"Damn! What are these?!"
People were shouting in panic, and those who were closer to the gate wanted to run out of the strange smoke immediately, but soon they found that their whole bodies began to become paralyzed and their legs and feet were unable to function.
Large areas of people fell to the ground, unable to move even a little finger, and the sounds of wailing and curses were endless.
After a few minutes passed, the strong wind outside the temple gradually blew away the smoke, and the people lying on the ground finally saw the scene in front of them clearly.
Leoric held a sword stained with blood and slowly walked down the steps of the throne. Behind him at some point, five gray-robed men of different heights appeared, looking motionlessly at the hall.
A mess.
Someone started shouting for help, hoping that the surrounding soldiers would hear the sound and come to the rescue.
But what disappointed them was that the guards near the palace were all driven outside the palace gate, and the king's palace was too far away from the palace gate. The most troublesome thing was that it was raining heavily outside, with thunder and lightning, let alone human voices.
, even the sound of gongs and drums may not be able to spread very far.
Leoric, who was watching the ugliness of everyone with great interest, approached the people who were kneeling at his feet, kicking these nobles who had just been arrogant while looking around to find his target.
After watching for a while, Leoric's eyes suddenly lit up.
He stepped over the scattered bodies on the ground, ignoring the wails and pleas for mercy in his ears, and went straight to a young man who was desperately trying to crawl away.
"Matid, my good son, where are you going?" Leoric knelt down, patted the opponent's pale cheek with the blade of his sword, and said with a smile: "You are in such a colorful and gorgeous costume.
, even the blind can see.”
The man in the middle of the five gray-robed men whispered to his companions: "Seventeen, go take Matid away."
Seeing his son being carried away from the hall by the men in gray robes, Leoric, holding a sharp sword, began to search among the crowd.
It took him a while to find Sinclair, who was desperately hiding behind a pillar.
Seeing his father walking towards him with a long sword, Sinclair no longer had his usual calmness and calmness.
"What do you want to do?! Don't come here! Don't come here!" Sinclair couldn't move, his eyes full of panic and uneasiness. He twisted his neck with difficulty, looking around for anyone who might save him.
Leoric grabbed his chin, forced him to look at him, and whispered cruelly: "I originally thought you were my proudest child, but in the end, you are my most deadly enemy.
"
Big drops of sweat rolled down Sinclair's forehead, and his voice kept trembling: "Father, please listen to my explanation..."
Leoric had no intention of listening to his explanation and made a gesture towards the men in gray. Soon, Sinclair was also carried on their shoulders and taken away from the hall.
The leader of the men in gray robes, an astrologer holding an oak staff, saw that the two princes had been successfully controlled, and said to Leoric: "It's time to leave here."
Leoric shook the blood stains on his sword, shook his head and said, "No, I still have a few accounts to settle."
After saying this, he walked straight to an older nobleman, stretched out his leg, and stepped on the nobleman's face with the upper of his shoe. His voice was like ice that would never melt: "Marquis Bakar,
My most loyal supporter, an old comrade who once fought alongside me.
I have always regarded you as my most trusted brother, and I always thought that you would always be by my side... What I didn't expect was that the assassin I met during the tour was actually hired by you, and the poison in the meal was also from
Your handiwork...you disappoint me extremely!"
Marquis Bakar, who was stepped on by Leoric, roared angrily: "I have a whole family to feed! But you can't always be the king of the Holy Acropolis!"
Leoric shook his head regretfully: "A short-sighted guy."
The long sword was raised high and then slashed down hard.
Accompanied by the sound of broken bones, Marquis Bakar's head was separated from his body, and blood spurted out from the fracture in his cervical vertebrae, spreading and spreading on the floor like a spring.
Leoric bent down and struggled to pick up the Marquis's head from the ground. He looked into the eyes that were fixed and said softly: "Old man, if time can stay in the past and everything is just like the past...then there will be
How nice..."
Leoric scratched his head and smiled slightly: "It's all my fault for getting old. I can't go back. Nothing can go back!"
Leoric laughed while throwing his head into the distance, causing everyone in the hall to scream and scream.
Seeing the head rolling on the ground and falling into the rain outside the temple, Leoric chuckled at first, then laughed, and finally laughed wildly mixed with coughing and gasping.
"Traitors! They are all traitors! None of them are good!"
The king of the Holy Acropolis raised his sword, his eyes were red and he looked like he was crazy, and he began to slaughter the nobles in the palace desperately.
People begged for forgiveness and shouted oaths at the top of their lungs, but these actions did not calm Leoric's madness at all, but made him intensify the killing.
The sharp sword pierced people's backs, cut their fragile throats, and penetrated straight into their brains from their eye sockets.
The defenseless people were deprived of their lives by the sharp sword in the king's hand one after another.
After killing more than a dozen people, the weapon in Leoric's hand became blunt and could no longer be used. He simply put aside the weapon, picked up a sharp sword from the ground, and continued the carnival.
The massacre lasted for about ten minutes, and the entire hall of the King's Palace was buried in blood and dead bodies.
Leoric, who was completely out of strength, fell in a pool of blood with his hair disheveled, his face showing an abnormal flush, his entire popularity was like a thread, and his life was hanging by a thread.
The leader of the gray-robed man walked up to Leoric, looked at the old man whose life was about to come to an end, and asked coldly: "Are you satisfied?"
Leoric moved his eyes and looked at the chain on the top of the oak staff, and said in an inaudible voice, "I don't want to die..."
The man in gray robe snorted coldly, squatted down, picked up Leoric, carried him on his shoulders, and walked towards the back door of the hall.