They say I'm a world-destroying anomaly.

Chapter 110 Sand Punishment

The pilot greeted the Congrett siblings, then maneuvered the aircraft back into the air to return to the Interstellar Court's outpost to report.

The Sandblood Clan members who were watching immediately surrounded them, bombarding them with questions.

"Congrett? What are you doing—"

"Isn't this little Emily?"

"What happened? How did you get down from up there?"

Congrit, his head throbbing from the noise around him, pushed aside the tribespeople who had surrounded him and shouted, "I need to see the chieftain! Please make way!"

After finally managing to pull her sister away from the crowd, Congrit spotted a familiar figure walking towards them.

"Uncle Kuer!"

Kur had come over to join in the commotion after hearing it, but he didn't expect to see the Congrett siblings just emerging from the crowd.

The middle-aged man stood frozen in place, staring blankly at the two people walking towards him, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Congrit, Emily, you're still alive—"

Five or six days have passed since Congrit went out to look for his sister, and there has been no news of the two siblings.

During these days, Kur has been tormented by the agony of waiting.

He also asked several familiar comrades to search the northern wasteland twice, but they found nothing because they dared not venture deep into the wilderness.

Their comrades all say that Congrit and Emily are probably no longer in this world.

That night, Kur locked himself in his house and cried his heart out.

But now, the two people he thought would never return have reappeared before him, and a strange emotion welled up in his heart.

Kur stretched out his hands and hugged the brother and sister, who were as close as his own children, tightly, tears welling up in his eyes.

"That's wonderful, that's wonderful! May our ancestors bless us, may our ancestors bless us—"

Feeling Uncle Kur's body trembling, Congret was also unable to calm down for a long time.

After some time, Congrit gently pushed him away and explained to Uncle Cole that he had important business to attend to and asked him to take Emily home first.

Watching the two walk away, Congrit took a deep breath and headed straight for the patriarch's mansion.

The chieftain's residence is located at the very center of the Shaxue tribe's architectural complex. Compared to the surrounding simple or dilapidated buildings, it is not magnificent, but it still has a certain grandeur.

The chieftain's residence differs significantly from the residences of other members of the tribe, but the Sandblood tribe members have no objection to this.

After all, the chieftain was concerned about the entire tribe, ensuring the survival of his people and organizing the resistance against the Sigu tribe's attacks. He deserved to be treated well materially.

Because of his outstanding performance in several wars, Congrit was a celebrity in the tribe, and the guards responsible for protecting the chieftain's residence also knew him.

Upon hearing that he had something important to report to the clan chief, the guard, though puzzled, immediately jogged into the mansion to deliver the message.

After waiting at the door for five or six minutes, the guards returned and led Congrett into the mansion.

In a quiet room at the back of the mansion, Congrit met the chieftain of the Sandblood tribe up close.

He did not know the chieftain's name. In fact, every chieftain of the Sandblood tribe would abandon his original name after taking office and only use "chieftain" as a title, symbolizing his authority to lead the tribe.

The Sandblood Clan Chief was a gray-haired man in his fifties or sixties, with squinty eyes and a kind, friendly smile on his face.

At the departure ceremony of the last war, Congrit, as a rising star of the Sandblood tribe, had seen this elder up close. At that time, the Sandblood chieftain was sharp and ruthless, like an old lion that still had its fangs.

Congrit recalled the rumors he had heard about the patriarch.

It is said that this elder was one of the most powerful warriors in the tribe when he was young. After the previous chieftain passed away, he was elected by the tribe to become the chieftain and has ruled the tribe for more than 20 years.

At this moment, the Sandblood Clan Chief sitting in front of him was friendly and kind, his eyes full of appreciation for his junior, just like an ordinary elder seeing a promising junior.

However, if Congrit had observed closely, he would have noticed that the patriarch's hand was trembling slightly.

"Congrett, what brings you here today?"

Congrett recounted his experiences over the past few days before finally glancing tentatively at the Sandblood Chieftain.

"Chieftain—"

The Sandblood chieftain's kind expression had completely vanished, replaced by a blank look: "Congrett, do you mean to suggest that our Sandblood tribe reconcile with our mortal enemy?"

"No, no————"

Congrit looked at the face of the Sandblood Clan Chief and waved his hands repeatedly, trying to explain, but his poor communication skills prevented him from uttering a complete sentence for a long time.

"Alright, you don't need to say anymore."

The Sandblood Clan Chief stood up, turned his head away, and refused to look at him again.

"Go away. I don't want to hear you say that again."

Congrit didn't see that the Sandblood Chieftain's face was already cold and sinister.

The boy wanted to continue explaining, but seeing the clan leader's resolute attitude, he could only give up and turn away dejectedly.

"I hope, Chieftain, will consider this."

But the moment he finished speaking and stepped out of the room, his vision suddenly turned into darkness.

In a moment of shock, Congrit was about to call for help when he was struck squarely in the chest and abdomen.

Under the immense force, Congrit felt his muscles spasm in the area where he was struck, and his internal organs felt as if they were about to shatter, with a bloody taste rising from his throat.

Trying to struggle, they found themselves completely confined in a small space, with their limbs severely restricted.

With each breath, a foul, fishy odor filled the air.

The boy realized his predicament; he had been stuffed into a flexible animal skin bag.

But he's still in the clan chief's mansion. Who would dare to attack him here?

His thoughts were quickly interrupted by a barrage of punches.

The fist, without any restraint, landed solidly on Congrit, the sound of bones cracking coming from his chest and limbs, the pain almost completely overwhelming his consciousness.

"Ahhhhhh, painful screams echoed from inside the animal skin bag."

The attacker's punches were fast, accurate, and ruthless. Even though Congret possessed some fighting skills, he was caught off guard and had no chance to fight back.

As his consciousness faded, Congrit vaguely heard a voice.

"Break their hands and feet, tie them up, and send them to the assembly square."

"Click!"

At Congrett's home, two masked men in black protective suits brutally kicked down the dilapidated door.

"Who are you?!"

Kur, who was preparing to cook in his room, heard the noise at the door and went out. He was shocked to see two intruders.

At that moment, Emily also came out of her room, stared at the door, wide-eyed, and became stunned.

The intruder's gaze swept over Kur and then focused on Emily.

"Wait, what are you doing?!"

Kur was horrified to see the two men walk directly toward Emily.

"ah"

Emily screamed and instinctively tried to run away, but both sides were indoors, and she was just a little girl. How could she escape the clutches of the two men?

In the blink of an eye, the two men grabbed her arms from the left and right and lifted her up.

The two men were gripping each other with tremendous force; Emily's legs were kicking wildly in mid-air, and her eyes were already brimming with tears.

"Emily!"

Kur instinctively rushed forward, trying to stop the two.

The burly man on the right glanced back at him, snorted disdainfully, reached into his waistband, pulled out a metal baton, and casually swung it out.

"ah!!!"

Kur cried out in pain as his knee bent backward unnaturally, and one of his legs was broken.

Losing his balance, Kur fell to the ground, his eyes bloodshot, and cried out for help.

"Help! Help!"

"Help! Help!"

Emily also screamed.

The neighbors rushed over, and the burly man on the left clicked his tongue and impatiently took out a metal block, waving it in front of the indignant crowd blocking the way.

Upon seeing the metal block, the neighbor's expression changed drastically. His momentum, which was about to rush forward, came to an abrupt halt, and he instead took two steps back.

Someone behind them hadn't seen clearly and was still shouting and charging forward when someone next to them pulled them back and whispered a reminder: "They're from the Secret Service."

Secret Guard?

Upon hearing the name, the man's indignant expression turned into deep fear, and he no longer dared to step forward.

The Secret Guard is an elite force directly under the chieftain of the Sandblood tribe. Its main responsibilities include infiltration, assassination, and protecting the chieftain. They are almost equivalent to the most elite and implicitly powerful group in the tribe.

With the Secret Service's reputation as a deterrent, everyone could only watch helplessly as the two took Emily away, daring not to make the slightest move.

Kur dug ten bloody marks into the ground with his ten fingers, his face filled with despair and his voice hoarse.

"How could this happen?!"

When Congrett slowly awoke from his coma, he felt pain all over his body.

The limbs were completely numb, and the hands and feet were almost non-existent, leaving only an empty numbness.

His eyes were tightly blindfolded, so he couldn't see anything. His mouth was also stuffed with a solid gag, so he couldn't utter a single word except for a slight whimpering sound in his throat.

The scorching sunlight burned his skin, and the knife-like pain made him want to struggle, but he couldn't move at all.

"Where am I?!"

"Waaah—" A familiar sobbing sound came from the side.

Emily?! What's she doing here?

Congrit instantly recognized the voice beside him, and a surge of anxiety and overwhelming panic exploded in his mind.

More voices entered my ears—a cacophony of noise and discussion.

Why the sudden emergency summons?

"What did those two people do?"

"Aren't they all just kids?"

From these sounds, Congrett discerned that he and his sister seemed to be on a high platform, being watched by a large number of tribespeople.

"We have gathered you all here today to judge the sinners of our people!"

A familiar voice came from not far in front of me.

He is the chieftain of the Sandblood Clan.

"Huh? A trial?"

"Are these two children being tried?"

"This isn't a good idea—"

"I think I know them. They're a brother and sister from the South Second District, right? The brother's name is Congrett. He brought back five heads of the Bone-Slaying Tribe during the last war."

"Huh? It's him? Then why did the clan leader—"

The next moment, the Sandblood Clan Chief's voice drowned out all the clamor: "Quiet!"

He paused, then looked down at the tribespeople who looked puzzled.

"The reason they are being tried is because they colluded with Sigu, defected to their mortal enemy, and attempted to betray the interests of our tribe!"

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Upon hearing this, Congrit's eyes widened in fury, and he struggled violently, but he still couldn't move an inch.

"What?!"

"Are they traitors?"

"Burn them!"

"Execution! Execution!"

The Sandblood Chieftain, observing the reactions of his people, nodded in satisfaction, his words growing increasingly stern: "These two have stolen crucial war secrets from the tribe, attempting to escape and seek refuge under Sigu's protection. The evidence is irrefutable—"

The cold, biting words were forced out from between his teeth: "What do you all think we should do with them?"

After a brief silence, a furious roar erupted from below the platform: "Execution!"

Immediately following, a deafening roar erupted: "Execution! Execution!"

Countless angry voices converged, almost drowning out the brother and sister on the platform.

The Sandblood Clan Chief laughed, but the smile gradually turned sinister.

"Execute sand torture!"

Sand punishment?

Upon hearing those two words, every member of the Sandblood Clan present felt a jolt in their heart and their heart skipped a beat.

However, this emotion quickly transformed into elation under the influence of deep-seated hatred, and cheers even rang out from the crowd.

Two burly men pushed a vertical metal cylinder, three meters high and two meters in diameter, to the foot of the platform.

Inside the metal cylindrical vessel, there was a lot of golden quicksand, which reflected a brilliant light under the sunlight.

"Execute!"

At the command of the Sandblood Clan Chief, Congrit was grabbed by the back of his neck, lifted into the air, and then thrown forward violently.

The next moment, his body fell into the quicksand.

At the same time, his heart was also sliding into an endless abyss.

Sand punishment is the most terrifying form of execution among the Sandblood tribe, striking fear into the hearts of every Sandblood member.

Anyone who is subjected to the sand torture will suffer for a long time in pain that is many times worse than death, before finally meeting their ultimate fate.

It was precisely the existence of this punishment that, to a certain extent, ensured the purity and loyalty of the people in the tribe.

Among the Sigu tribe, there is a similar punishment, a vicious torture in which the bones of the victim are crushed and ground into powder one by one.

The moment Congrit was thrown into the quicksand, he suffered unbearable pain.

The scalding sand, like countless tiny branding irons, left dense, burn marks on his skin.

If you pull him out of the quicksand in the metal cylinder, you can see large and small blisters and pustules all over his skin, which will ulcerate and die if touched lightly.

He heard himself let out a muffled groan, but dared not open his mouth—in the past, some torturers had died three times faster than others because sand had entered their throats when they opened their mouths to shout.

However, when it happened to him, he no longer knew whether delaying his death was the right choice.

However, at this moment, he had no thoughts about himself at all.

Emily, Emily, Emily————

"Waaaaahh ...

He heard his sister crying in the quicksand.