Zongwang: Unspeakable fear!

Chapter 529 Execution by Personal Hands
On the walls of the imperial palace, several figures stood in the darkness, quietly watching the prison van leave the imperial capital.

A middle-aged man, with a commanding presence, stood with his hands behind his back, staring at the prison van as it gradually retreated. After a long pause, he slowly said, "Does it have to go this far?"

This person named Flora Watson is the Minister of Military Affairs of the Sanlong Empire, and is mainly responsible for the empire's border affairs.

However, after the rise of the Old Gods, border defense was no longer an issue, and the responsibility became to resist matters related to the Old Gods.

Standing on Flora Watson's left was a handsome middle-aged man with a white face and no beard, his hair combed back meticulously. This man was Lardo, the Empire's Minister of Finance.

Facing the question from Minister of Military Affairs Flora, Lardo smiled silently and said sarcastically:

"If your son didn't do something that only a fool could do, you wouldn't be asking such a question, Flora."

Flora withdrew his gaze and looked at Lardo's annoying smile, and he felt suffocated.

Facing Lardo's ridicule, any counterattack would become a sharp blade stabbing back at him. Flora knew this very well, but he still couldn't help but curse under his breath:
"The mean Water Street paupers."

Lardo didn't mind at all and said with a hint of meaning, "Yes, I was born a poor man on Water Street. However, poor people like us with no resources and no background are not so easy to mess with. Don't you think so, Mr. Flora, the Empire's Minister of War?"

"Whoo~"

Flora took several deep breaths, turned around and walked down the palace wall.

He still had a lot of things to deal with and had no time to waste here, especially with this shameless guy.

As for his embarrassing thing, there is no chance anymore.

Fortunately, he is still young and can afford to wait for ten or twenty years. As long as this world can be preserved, everything can be sacrificed.

"You can't do this to me. My father is the Imperial Minister of War. You can't do this to me!!!"

In the morning light, inside a prison van, a young man with disheveled hair and a terrified look was screaming desperately.

The situation in other prison vans was almost the same as in this one.

Without exception, these people were the ones who escaped from the five fortresses.

"It's too noisy. Sofia told them to shut up."

At the front of the team, Garnard frowned and spoke to Sophia beside him.

The latter nodded slightly, and then flew towards the rear mage group.

As a slight magical fluctuation flashed by, the prisoners who were originally excited and frightened could not utter a single word no matter how excited they were or how wide they opened their mouths.

In order to show their importance and support for this trip, the Mage Alliance specially sent a mage group to assist in transporting the prisoners.

After all, if you want to reach the Fran Fortress from the imperial capital, even without the obstruction of the Old Gods, it will take more than a month if you rely solely on a carriage.

And the time that Garnard guaranteed was only two days.

If we want to reach the Fran Fortress within two days, we can only rely on the power of the mages.

After leaving the imperial capital, the magician group, led by Sophia, began to chant spells.

A full quarter of an hour later, as Sophia pointed her staff, cyan energy instantly erupted, transforming into cyan whirlwinds that blew across the entire convoy.

After her, the mages from the Mage Corps began to cast various spells on the convoy.

When the last wizard finished casting the spell, the originally heavy prison cart seemed as light as a feather, and even tiny hurricanes appeared under the hooves of the horses pulling the cart.

Sophia came to the front of the team, looked at Garnard and said, "Everything has been arranged. We can set off."

Garnard nodded heavily, waved his hand, and shouted loudly: "Let's go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the warhorse under him let out a roar towards the sky and shot out like an arrow.

Behind him, a large team of prisoner carriages began to run, driven by the coachmen.

As the prison car started, the originally heavy prison car seemed to lose weight and suddenly shot out following the horses.

The powerful push on their backs even caught the chattering prisoners off guard, causing them to fall heavily onto the iron railings at the rear of the prison van. The howling wind distorted their faces.

Garnard glanced back at the prisoner van following closely behind him and shouted to Sophia beside him, "At this rate, how long will it take us to reach Fort Fran?"

"We'll be able to arrive the day after tomorrow morning," Sophia said, adding, "That's the fastest possible speed."

Garnard silently calculated it in his mind, then asked again, "What if you don't care about the cost?"

Sophia paused, then understood what he meant by "regardless of the cost".

That is to abandon all these horses, squeeze their energy to the limit, and even not care about the condition of the prisoners in the prison car, just make sure they arrive alive.

Sophia was silent for a few seconds, then said, "We, the Mage Corps, can cast spells on these war horses. They will run tirelessly without feeling tired or painful, but once they stop, they will die instantly."

"How much faster would it be if we did this?"

"We will be able to reach the Fran Fortress around tomorrow morning." Sophia replied.

Garnard waved his hand and immediately ordered: "Let's do it."

Sophia nodded and did not refuse.

After a few brief minutes, all the war horses pulling the prison carts let out excited roars. Their eyes were visibly bloodshot, and their muscles were surging, as if infinite power was exploding in their bodies.

Accompanied by roars, the speed of the entire convoy instantly more than doubled.

The sun rises and sets, and the day passes in Gao Yang's meditation.

When the sun rose again, the heavy breathing sound like a broken bellows broke the silence of the Fran Fortress.

Gao Yang didn't look back, but he knew that it was Garnard who had arrived.

Garnard jumped off his horse and came to a distance behind Gao Yang, saying respectfully, "Sir Gao Yang, I have brought all the people you requested, without missing a single person."

Gao Yang stood up and looked over Garnard's shoulder at the black iron prison carts behind him and the war horses that were lying on the ground with blood coming out of their seven orifices.

Gao Yang nodded, pointed to the ground under his feet and said, "Here it is."

Garnard nodded heavily, turned around and walked back.

A moment later, in front of Vitas's skeleton, there were five rows of disheveled figures kneeling in neat rows, with thirty people in each row.

Those prisoners who had been jolted all the way seemed to come to their senses only when they were pressed to the ground and knelt among the cold corpses.

The next moment, harsh and crazy curses rang out.

Gao Yang ignored the beasts' insults, slowly bent down, picked up Vitas' broken war hammer from the ground, and walked towards the man kneeling on the leftmost side of the last row.

Garnard followed Gao Yang. When Gao Yang stood in front of him, he opened the record book in his hand and read:
"Adrian Stone, deputy commander of the third garrison of Stone Fortress, deserted the battlefield when Fortress Fran fell."

A pitch-black eyeball emitting an evil aura appeared beside Gao Yang's shoulder, and a ray shot out from the eye of the Withered Eye - Moro.

After ensuring that the names were consistent, Gao Yang raised his ferocious war hammer.

"No, you can't kill me. My father is the Minister of Industry of the Empire. He has devoted all his energy to the construction of the empire. You can't kill me!"

Adrian Stone looked at Gao Yang's raised ferocious war hammer in horror. The shadow of death enveloped him, making him roar desperately.

He is still young, he doesn't want to die, and he still has a good life to enjoy.

"Isn't it just desertion? Isn't my father's contribution to the empire enough to make up for it?"

puff! !

As the war hammer smashed down, red and white things exploded like watermelons, bringing Adrian Stone's hysteria to an abrupt end.

(End of this chapter)