allonlinenovel Chapter 469 Kill
Chapter 469 Kill
Lu Wensheng's gaze was still as calm as an ancient well, but the coldness contained in it made the air seem to be stagnant for a moment.
He did not immediately respond to the wailing demon cultivators. Instead, his deep eyes turned to the righteous disciples who were carrying out the siege and security mission below the platform.
There was indeed a fleeting flash of sympathy and pity on their faces, as if they were touched by those "hardships".
Some of the young disciples did have an instinctive feeling of pity - they thought of the complexity of human nature and the pressure that the environment put on people. A trace of "excusable" thought quietly grew in their minds, and their sword-holding hands even unconsciously loosened a bit.
Lu Wensheng's voice was not loud, but it was like the sound of a huge bell. It carried a chilling power that penetrated the soul, ringing clearly in the ears of every disciple and hitting the hearts of those crying demon cultivators hard:
"Forgive you?"
“Who will take responsibility for the lives of those innocent people?”
"Forgive you. Those wronged souls of mortals who were slaughtered, devoured, and consumed like materials, and those bloody sins, will no longer exist?"
Every question is like an invisible hammer!
Those young disciples who had just shown a hint of hesitation in their eyes suddenly woke up as if they were poured with ice water!
Lu Wensheng's question was like thunder, instantly splitting this layer of confused sympathy.
The disciples shuddered! Yes! They sympathized with the perpetrators' "hardships," but what about the innocent people who died tragically at the hands of the devil? What wrong had those mortals, who were used as "blood food" and "furnace cauldrons," done?
They didn't even have a chance to protest! Could their pain, their despair, be wiped out just because these demonic cultivators said "I was forced"? A strong sense of shame and anger instantly replaced that slight hesitation.
What qualifications do they have to "forgive" those victims whose souls have long since been torn apart and whose names are unknown to anyone?
"No one is born bad! We have our own reasons! We were forced to do this!"
"We didn't mean to do it! We can't survive if we don't kill mortals! The sect forced us to do it, and the magic power backfired. We have our reasons! We have no choice!"
With tears streaming down their cheeks, they shouted at the top of their lungs about how they were "helpless", trying to gain a little sympathy with their tragic past and putting all the blame on the environment and the pressure of survival.
However, the eyes of the young disciples below the stage were now as cold as tempered iron, without any ripples.
Sympathy? Perhaps there was, but that little bit of sympathy seemed so pale and ridiculous in the face of the heinous blood debt, and even aroused deeper disgust.
They sympathize with the plight of these people, but they will never confuse sympathy with forgiveness.
The sword hummed, and a cold light flashed on the blade, ready to move, like a beast that smelled its prey, waiting for the final judgment to come.
The corners of Lu Wensheng's mouth curled up very slightly, and the arc was so cold and without any temperature, like condensed frost flowers.
He looked down at the people in the audience who were crying and trying to excuse themselves with "extenuating circumstances," and his voice clearly penetrated all the noise:
"so……"
"This is your choice, isn't it?"
"You chose to pick up the butcher's knife, choosing to shed the blood of innocents in order to survive. Is that understandable? Perhaps."
"Then, I will settle the score later and execute you in the autumn, which is also—"
"Human nature."
Since you have enjoyed the benefits of surviving and gained temporary peace, you naturally have to pay the corresponding price.
The law of nature is fair and retribution is inevitable.
"We can atone for our sins! Immortal Master! We are willing to atone! We will work like slaves, even if it means death!" The quick-witted demon cultivators grasped a glimmer of hope, grasping at the last straw, and kowtowed desperately, not caring about the bloodied forehead. "Please, Immortal Master, give us a chance! We are willing to do hard labor in the mines, explore dangerous terrain, and even... willing to be bound by restrictions and become eternal slaves! We only ask for a way to survive and atone for our sins!"
"Atonement?" Lu Wensheng repeated these two words, and his voice finally carried a clear hint of mockery, like a knife scraping across bone.
He raised his voice slightly, and that clear voice was like an oracle announcing the final verdict, with irrefutable cruel power, clearly falling into the ears of every captive:
"What sins can I redeem by living?"
"Go underground—"
"To those innocent people whom you slaughtered, devoured, and tortured to death—"
"Think carefully about how to atone for your sins."
The moment the words fell, it was like the arrival of a cold winter, freezing all hope and wailing.
"kill."
One word.
Cold, clear, decisive, like a guillotine falling down!
The disciples of the Discipline Hall, already poised for action, were like killing machines that had just heard the final command. Their eyes instantly became as sharp as hawks! They raised high their standard longswords, stained with the blood of countless evildoers!
The sword edge reflected a dazzling cold light in the dim sky, symbolizing death and order!
The sword-swinging movements were in perfect unison, with honed precision and ruthlessness.
“Puff—!” “Crack—!”
The dull sound of the sharp blade cutting through bones and flesh was like the dull beat of a drum, instantly replacing all the crying and excuses.
Warm blood spurted out like a fountain, drawing countless dazzling scarlet arcs in the dim light, staining the cold obsidian ground red, and also staining the terrified faces of the survivors nearby red!
Lu Wensheng stood on the not-so-high obsidian platform, his robe fluttering slightly in the sudden burst of murderous aura.
Below the stage, large numbers of figures fell down like rice being harvested by an invisible scythe, amid the sharp wind sounds of blades breaking through the air and the dull sounds of slashing.
The boiling blood splashed up like a gushing spring, carrying the last heat of life, dyeing the already dirty land red, and the air was filled with the thick and indissoluble smell of rust.
However, his calm eyes were not tainted with the slightest warmth by the blood rain.
People who seem to have the softest hearts, who will shed tears for the people, who will risk their lives for their close friends, and who will exhaust their merits for the innocent, when faced with the filth that must be cleaned and the blood debt that must be repaid, their hearts are like the most indestructible wall of iron and steel, and no pleading, sophistry, or so-called "hardships" can penetrate them at all.
Lu Wensheng has always known very clearly what this blood-stained road under his feet represents - not hypocritical tolerance, not meaningless persuasion, but the cornerstone of order forged with iron and blood, and justice for those innocent souls who can never speak.
The light from the sky broke through the dark clouds that held the remaining demonic energy and fell right on him, outlining an outline as tall and straight as a solitary pine on a peak.
He stood there, obviously not in a high position, but in the final reflections of the sluggish pupils of those who died instantly, in the surviving captives' vision distorted by extreme fear, his figure seemed to be infinitely elevated and stretched, reaching the lead-gray sky!
Majestic and indifferent, he is like an iceberg that has stood for eternity, or like a god who controls life and death in the sky and overlooks the mortal world.
The gaze swept calmly across the area below, like an invisible sword. The eyes were an invisible sword that, after passing judgment on the body, tortured the mind.
He saw through their fears, their excuses, and their ultimate despair, and crushed them with absolute indifference.