In the early morning, London was still shrouded in darkness and thick fog, but a large group of people had already gathered in the main square of King's Park in London.
Countless bee golems were flying in the square, filming this historic moment: the traitor Arthur D. Kyle, the sinner who destroyed the national treasure King's Sword--Caliburn and plunged Pantorakon into chaos.
Dun will be beheaded in public in this square.
The common people were in an uproar. They only knew about the leaflets scattered everywhere in the parliament yesterday, but they never cared about the facts.
For them, as long as there is a good show to watch, no one has ever really cared about what Arthur D. Kelton did and what kind of person he was.
"Grandpa..." Constantine, a young man in the crowd, looked at a middle-aged knight beside him, "Are they really going to execute Arthur? Can't you do something?"
"The Parliament caught Arthur, and they also have an excuse." The Heavenly Knight Grand Duke Hall, who was wearing a gray cloak, covering his whole body and hiding low-key in the crowd, said in a low voice: "We can't act rashly now.
.Just wait patiently for the best time before taking action."
Kador, the Gaia knight next to Hall, also nodded.
Greenwell and her father Leon Dickens also wore black cloaks in a low-key manner, hiding 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 reported in a low voice, her voice transmitted through the encrypted radio signal.
Go into the microphone next to each member's ear and "pay attention to their waists."
"There are also on the surrounding buildings." Next to Heavenly Knight Younes, Ivan, whose eyes had just recovered, was already observing the surrounding scene with his eagle eye technique. "There seem to be twelve snipers."
"Sure enough, they have deployed a lot of troops, haha." Lyon Dickens sneered, "However, if this is the strength that the Parliament can bring out, it is too underestimated of us."
"They don't have to fight you head-on, Dad." Greenville reminded, "The sniper's guns are probably all pointed at Arthur. If there is any sign of trouble, they will blow off that kid's head."
"Really?" Grand Duke Lyon Dickens crossed his arms, thinking, "That wouldn't be fun. It would take a few seconds at best to get from this distance, so I shouldn't be able to catch up."
Yes, in order to ensure that nothing goes wrong, the Parliament set up defenses in the center of the square and used shields to form a human wall to prevent citizens from getting too close. There is at least thirty yards from the edge of the human wall to the execution site.
.
Even if the heavenly knights rush to save people at full speed now, they will never be able to catch up. The bullet will penetrate Arthur's head first.
What about Arthur? He was half-clothed (only wearing a pair of underwear...), covered in bruises (his body was covered with red marks from whips), and was imprisoned in an iron cage. There was an anesthetic liquid in it.
into the intravenous drip bottle, and then directly into the blood vessels of Arthur's arm through the catheter.
Not only was it exposed to the public in such a humiliating manner by the parliament, but the members on the side were still chattering and cursing, criticizing Arthur's "crime".
However, all this has nothing to do with Arthur. He feels that he is no longer here, no longer in this world. The whole world is empty, drifting and spinning.
Those anesthetics kept entering his body, making it impossible for him to stay awake.
The outside of his body was still numb, but there was still a dull pain inside. That was the torture the council used on him last night.
Illness, injury, hunger and cold also made him extremely weak, leaving him no room to struggle.
If you continue like this------you will die.
Like an ant, dying meaninglessly.
This is just an era of the jungle, an era where the winner is the king and the loser is the invader.
Falling into the hands of the Parliament, being constantly humiliated, and then dying, and becoming a huge stain in history, being reviled by the world for no reason - this will be Arthur's fate.
Arthur opened his eyes slightly and watched as several giant men moved out a huge wooden frame.
That is a high platform specially used to execute the most vicious criminals.
A thirty-foot-tall wooden frame with a heavy guillotine tied to it with a thick hemp rope. When this thing fell, Arthur's head hit the ground.
Facing death, facing absolute despair, at the lowest point of his life, Arthur's heart was filled with a blank.
"Give me two days." The woman held the body of a young boy and said to the man, "Give me two days so that I can revive Arthur. After two days, I will definitely come back and surrender."
Incomparable sadness appeared on the face of Heavenly Knight Uther D. Pantorakon.
He looked at his eldest son Gunser, his first wife, and the dozen or so servants who were dead on the side, and sighed: "Have you given these people time again, Igraine? You killed them?"
At that time, did you give them any chance?"
"I know. I deserve to die." The woman hugged her child tightly, "But it's me who deserves to die. Arthur is innocent."
"Igraine, Arthur is dead." Celestial Knight Uther muttered in a low voice. This is an inevitable fact that even a blind person can see.
The son's body has become cold, and he has no breathing and heartbeat. His heart was severely pierced by his brother Gunther with a wooden stake, and it was damaged beyond repair.
However, Igraine paranoidly believed that the child could still be saved. She believed that the only way to save the child was to bring him to [that person].
"No matter what, I have to give it a try." The woman cried and picked up her long-dead son, "We have never done anything for him."
He has been bearing all the pain alone. We as parents have really failed.
So...this time, I must do something for him. Please, Uther, just be accommodating for once."
The knight was speechless. He let go of his hand in despair. The lightsaber in his hand immediately fell to the ground and lost its brilliance. The knight held back tears and said calmly: "Go ahead."
His home has been destroyed, all his children are dead, and the woman he loves has gone crazy.
All sins originate from him and will end with him.
Therefore, when he sent Igraine to the Pillar of Fire, he did not hesitate at all; when he abandoned the resurrected Arthur and left him in the care of his lieutenant Sir Actor, he did not hesitate at all.
Uther looked at the child whose soul was shattered, without feeling a trace of distress.
Arthur is dead, and Uther has long given up on loving this resurrected [Arthur].
Only then did Arthur remember that he had never been loved by his parents. This one [him] had never been loved.