Chapter 146 Retribution

Tiandou Empire, Barak Province, a city that is not very well-known in the original book, Kunmu City, on a farm outside the city.

The supervisor stood on a high earthen wall, throwing a copper coin in his hand, and looked at the serfs below with indifference.

His voice was sharp and arrogant, like a sharp blade piercing the ears of the serfs working below.

"You useless people, why don't you work quickly! If you delay the harvest, I will deal with you. Today's lord is very unhappy." As he said, he took a whip and whipped an elderly man who was trembling and carrying a heavy bag of crops.

"Hurry up and don't take the opportunity to be lazy, bitch, old bones, you are the most lazy!"

The old man just took a breath when he put down the crops, and he was whipped and scolded by the supervisor who was watching next to him.

Seeing the old man's skin and flesh torn apart by his whip, the supervisor not only had no sympathy, but instead jokingly watched the old man get up from the ground with difficulty and continue to work with a staggering gait.

Seeing this, the supervisor laughed. He felt that he was particularly capable at this moment and would definitely be appreciated by his master.

Just when he was getting carried away, he didn't know what kind of experience his master behind him, the "lord" he called him, was experiencing at this time.

"Ah~, don't come over, don't come over!"

"I work, I work!"

"Ah!"

"Don't hit me!"

"Don't hit me!"

"Ah!"

"I was wrong, sir!"

At this time, in the city lord's mansion of Kunmu City, a man wearing brocade clothes and jade robes and a big belly cried and begged for mercy in fear.

But strangely, no matter how he shouted, no sound could be heard outside the door.

What's even more strange is that although the "lord" in the mouth of the supervisor was begging for mercy, he was the only one in the room.

The furnishings in the room were extremely messy, and in the center, the pot-bellied man was crying and shouting, constantly kowtowing to the air in front of him and begging for mercy.

Then, he continued this action.

"Bang!"

"Bang!!"

"Bang!!!"

The sound of hitting the ground with the head became louder and louder, until there was a slight "click" sound accompanied by the impact.

The man finally stopped the action.

An aristocratic district in Xingluo City.

Outside the window of the tea pavilion is a bustling street scene, with heavy traffic and bustling voices.

The interior of the tea pavilion is another scene, with gorgeous decorations, exquisite tableware, and elegant music, creating a noble and comfortable atmosphere.

In a corner of the tea pavilion, there is a sofa table with a set of exquisite tea sets and some snacks on it.

Sitting on the sofa were two great nobles of the Xingluo Empire, one was Grand Duke Munster, and the other was the mayor of Qusi City in the Xingluo Empire. Both of them were wearing expensive clothes, jewelry and medals, and they were talking while tasting the fragrant black tea.

"I heard that you recently proposed a proposal on the head tax, right?" Grand Duke Munster asked.

"Yes, I think we should raise the standard and rate of the head tax. The operation of our empire cannot be separated from the support of taxes. Our army, our salaries, and the bone china teacups in our hands, which one does not rely on taxes?" said the mayor of Qusi City.

"Won't that cause dissatisfaction among the people? They are already very poor. If their burden is increased, I am afraid it will cause riots." Grand Duke Munster frowned and said.

"What dissatisfaction? Without us, those rioters and bandits will take away everything from them. They should be grateful for the protection of the empire. Moreover, we are not greedy people who levy heavy taxes. We just ask them to pay reasonable taxes according to their income level." The mayor of Qusi City waved his hand indifferently.

"Do those untouchables dare to riot?"

The mayor of Qusi City said with contempt.

After hearing this, Grand Duke Munster no longer bothered about it.

"How can you guarantee that they can all pay taxes?"

"The taxes are not low!"

He asked a question that he was more concerned about.

"These are not problems. I think our citizens can still bear these burdens. The sheriff and the army will make them understand the majesty of the imperial law."

The mayor of Qusi City sneered.

Now, the Grand Duke of Munster also put his mind at ease and laughed. He had a premonition that more gold coins would come into his hands.

But his premonition did not seem to be very accurate.

The two were still talking happily, but suddenly their eyes changed, and they were a little confused at first.

After a while, their confusion turned into intense fear.

"Clang~"

The tea table was knocked over by Grand Duke Munster's unconsciously shaking arms.

Then Grand Duke Munster also fell down with a painful wail.

His eyes widened, as if he had seen something extremely horrible, and as if he was experiencing some kind of horrible punishment.

He accidentally stabbed his body with both hands, blood flowed, and he died of excessive blood loss in a moment.

On the other hand, the Lord of Qusi City did not receive such a good treatment. In order to prevent him from dying like this, Muzhe deliberately deprived him of control over his body, leaving his mind and soul to endure endless punishment.

On the edge of the large farm outside Xilu City.

On a vast farmland, a group of knights in bright silver armor rode on horses, chasing some serfs who were trying to escape. The serfs were ragged, with blood marks on their backs from being whipped. They desperately shuttled through the half-human-high bushes and weeds, hoping to get rid of the knights' pursuit. However, their speed and strength were no match for the knights, and some of them were soon caught.

"Don't run, you damn scum! You will only bring trouble and loss!" A knight shouted, waving his long sword and slashing at a serf who fell to the ground.

"Please, let me go! I just want to go home, back to my wife and children!" The serf cried, and he protected his head with both hands, trying to avoid the blade.

"Go home? You have no home! You only have a master! You only have work! You only have obedience!" The knight sneered, and he swung his sword mercilessly, making him scream for the last time.

"Good job! Well done! A clean and neat strike, but be careful next time, these slaves still need to atone for the sins they committed," another knight praised.

"How many more do we have to catch?" asked the first knight.

"There are about five more. They all ran over there." The second knight pointed to the front.

"Then let's go quickly. We can't let you down," said the first knight.

As they said that, they rode forward again, leaving a trail of blood and corpses.

On a hillside in the distance, there was a luxurious tent. Next to the tent, there was a man in gorgeous clothes, sitting at a table, sipping fragrant tea and eating delicious snacks. He was holding a telescope in his hand, admiring the scene below.

"Hahaha! Look at them! What a wonderful performance! What a loyal and brave knight!" the man laughed.

The servant fanned his master from behind and complimented him.

"Master, your plan is so wise. By luring these unstable thorns to escape, arresting them can make an example of others and make the remaining guys more stable. It also trains our knights. It's really great."

At this time, the noble saw his knights fall to the ground one by one with painful expressions, leaving only some terrified and helpless horses running around.

The serfs took the opportunity to escape. They prayed to the sky gratefully, thanking God for giving them a chance.

"What's going on? What's going on!"

The noble was stunned by the scene in front of him. He put aside the telescope and walked towards his horse. His servants hurried over to help his master get on the horse, but the noble suddenly stopped halfway and then fell off.

The noble was seen gritting his teeth on the ground, his face was purple, his eyes were bulging, and he looked like he was crazy with epilepsy. The waiter was at a loss and began to call for help.

The border of the Tiandou Empire

The evil soul master stood in a dark stone chamber. His face was thin and his eyes were evil. He was wearing a black tattered linen shirt and holding a bloody dagger in his hand. Behind him was a dry well. The wellhead was sealed by a huge stone slab, and only a small hole could let in a ray of light. The chamber exuded a foul and bloody smell, and the walls were engraved with strange symbols and spells.

In a corner of the chamber, there were several kidnapped ladies, all of whom were captured by the evil soul master from nearby villages. Their clothes were tattered, their hair was messy, and they had scars and dirt on their bodies.

They looked at the evil soul master in horror, not daring to speak, and could only make low sobs. They knew that they were about to become the evil soul master's sacrifice to summon the evil god in his heart.

The evil soul master walked up to one of the ladies and cut her wrist with a dagger, letting the blood flow out. He caught the blood in an iron basin and placed the iron basin on a small brazier next to the dry well. He began to chant some unknown spells

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god! Skull sacrifice to the skull seat!"

He drew some symbols in the air with his fingers. His voice became louder and louder, and he became more and more excited, as if he wanted to shake the whole secret room.

The other ladies saw this scene and screamed in horror, but no one could hear their voices. They struggled helplessly, trying to escape the clutches of the evil soul master, but all in vain. They could only watch themselves being killed by the evil soul master one by one and become victims of his evil sacrificial ritual.

The evil soul master continued to chant spells until the blood in the iron basin boiled. He took the iron basin off the brazier and walked to the dry well.

He pushed the stone slab hard to reveal the well mouth. He poured the boiling blood in the iron basin into the well, and then shouted loudly

"I use the blood of these innocent people as a sacrifice to summon you, my Lord! Please give me strength and wisdom! Please let me be your agent in this world! Please let me purify this world of ignorance and weakness!"

The evil soul master felt a warm current gushing out of the well, filling his whole body. He saw a rolling red mist overflowing from the wellhead, flowing in all directions like a bloody river. He knew that it was the Lord's gift and the source of his power. He laughed excitedly, and he felt stronger and more confident than ever before.

He walked to the front of another lady, cut her skin with a dagger, and let the blood gather on the stone slab. He didn't care about her screams and struggles, he only cared about her blood.

He drew a complex pattern with blood, like a huge eye. It was the symbol of the evil god and the proof of his loyalty.

The evil soul master raised his head and looked at the village in the distance. He saw that there were still lights and figures in the village, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He wanted to summon the plague through sacrifice to pollute the water veins and kill all the villagers.

This dry well is an entrance to the water veins. As long as he pours blood into it, the water veins can be turned into venom and spread throughout the area.

The evil soul master picked up the iron basin and poured the remaining blood into the well.

He chanted the spell again and drew symbols in the air with his fingers. He felt something in the well responding to him, something accepting his sacrifice.

At this time, the evil soul master's bracelet emitted a dazzling light.

He felt dizzy, and his spirit entered a fantasy at this time, a fantasy with only him and the evil god.

He saw the image of the evil god, a huge black shadow with countless tentacles and eyes.

The evil god said to him: "You have completed all the preparations, you have sacrificed all your lives for me, and you have created all the disasters for me. Now, there is only one last step left. You have to sacrifice your own blood for me, you have to give me your soul, and you have to become a part of me forever."

The evil soul master heard these words without any hesitation or fear.

He said to the evil god: "I am willing, my Lord! I am willing to sacrifice my blood for you, I am willing to give you my soul, and I am willing to become a part of you forever."

"Very good, very good. Then, use the dagger in your hand to pierce your heart. In this way, you can merge with me, you can share endless power and wisdom with me, and you can rule the world with me."

The evil soul master nodded, picked up the dagger, and stabbed it into his chest without hesitation.

He felt a sharp pain.

He thought he was dead and had become a part of the evil god.

But he was wrong.

He suddenly woke up from the illusion and found himself still in the secret room.

He saw the wound on his chest and the blood flowing from the wound. He saw that he still had the dagger in his hand, and there was blood on the dagger.

He saw that everything was normal at the wellhead, and there was no evil god.

He saw that the kidnapped ladies looked at him in horror, unable to believe what was happening before their eyes.

The evil soul master realized that he had been deceived, but what was it?

The evil soul master wanted to struggle to pull out the dagger, but it was too late.

He felt his strength flowing away from the wound in his chest with the blood, and he felt his life slipping through his fingers with time.

He felt that he was about to die, and no one could save him.

The evil soul master let out a final wail, then fell to the ground and stopped moving.

His eyes were still open, still full of fear and despair.

Pure life force emerged from him and flowed to the woman whose wound was still bleeding. The woman's injuries were immediately healed, and the weakness caused by the loss of excessive blood was also completely restored.

The woman stared at this scene blankly, and then reacted, using her greatly improved physical fitness to lead the other women to escape.

At this moment, countless wealthy merchants, city lords, dukes, and royal nobles were punished by "Heaven". They were originally high and mighty, and acted recklessly towards the people in the world, but now they paid an equal price for their daily actions.