The night breeze came in waves, the Blood Moon was desolate, and occasionally, the sound of the waves and the finger shark leaping out of the water were audible.
Ashe watched everything indifferently, seemingly uninterested in their discussions.
“Even so——” Andrei asked as if grasping at a lifeline, “What does this have to do with you betraying the interests of the citizens to please the Blood Moon Dual Race? You see through everything, so you want to join them?”
“I did everything I could, allying with all races, pleasing the Blood Moon, all to promote the establishment of the fighting league.”
“But this——”
“You don’t understand, Andrei. You cowardly human, you don’t understand what is called valor.”
The Ogre said, “That’s right, just like you predicted, after the fighting league is implemented, violence, death, and killing will become the main theme of this city. The Blood Saint Moonshadow will be pleased beyond words.”
“But the new generation will learn from this barbarism, learn brutality, learn cruelty, they will develop a valor that our previous generations never had, a valor to dare to wield the knife against the Archon!”
“Just for this?” Andrei’s eyes widened.
“Not just that, what’s more important is… Hahaha, although I have always refused to admit that I was born in the trash heap that is the Foster Home, I have to admit, that place is not completely useless, it at least made me understand a way to break the law of the Blood Moon——”
The Ogre laughed heartily, “Fight! There is nothing better than a fight to let two people understand each other. The only way an ogre makes friends is by having a good fight!”
“You sacrifice the interests of the people, appease the Blood Moon Dual Race, and secure your position as the mayor, all for such an elusive goal?” Andrei laughed bitterly, “Fernand Snow, are you really that kind-hearted?”
“You don’t understand, Andrei, you don’t understand at all…” The Ogre said, “If you want to pull down the Blood Moon Dual Race, or even challenge the Blood Moon Supreme, this is definitely not a miracle that one or two people can accomplish, but history driven by all races, all people… Only by sparing no expense is it possible to change this kingdom.”
“At any cost?”
“Yes, at any cost, you are the cost, I am the cost, and so are these generations of the populace. We are already ruined, and the hope of change can only be entrusted to the future. Our greatest meaning of existence is to serve as nourishment to enrich the soil, in the hope that this filthy land will one day bloom with normal flowers.”
“Of course, if I say I have no self-interest, that would definitely be a lie.”
The Ogre glanced at the Blood Moon in the night sky, “If everything goes well, my reputation will reach its peak; if the successors continue my path, a great revolution will inevitably break out. My name, Alandor Fernand Snow, will be extolled through the ages, the wisdom of the Ogre will be crowned with the honor of challenging the Archon…”
He shouted fervently, “I want you mixed breeds to admit from the bottom of your hearts that Ogres are the greatest, smartest, and bravest race in this world!”
Andrei looked at the Ogre, nearly drowned in chains up to his neck, and was speechless for a moment.
The moment Fernand Snow stated that the foundation of the Blood Moon Realm is to serve the Blood Moon Dual Race, he was doomed to die. The citizens would never let him go.
It was as if in a completely sealed and even poisonous room, everyone was slowly dying in their sleep, but he woke up and shouted like an alarm clock to wake the others. Would they be grateful to him? No, because waking up only added to the pain, because the walls were unbreakable, because mortals couldn’t challenge the Archon.
They just want this malicious alarm clock to stop.
Moreover, Fernand Snow didn’t want to save them. On the contrary, the Ogre wanted to use the people of these generations as sacrifices, to suck dry their value to nourish the land, to save the people of the future.
Aside from a small portion of the middle-aged and elderly, most of the young populace were livid—why should we be the ones to sacrifice for the salvation of the next generation? What does the next generation have to do with us? Does their wellbeing concern us at all?
This ogre mayor is nothing but a racist fanatic!
Suddenly, the stone pillar beneath the ogre shot up, lifting him alone into the air, over a hundred meters high. From below, people could see the ogre mayor in the center of the Blood Moon, seemingly about to be swallowed and melted by the crimson moonlight at any moment!
“With over 50% of the votes, the executioner arrives early.” Ashe’s expression was calm: “The executioner this time is the Hydra Executioner.”
The entire Shattered Lake seemed to boil, and amidst the waves, the stone pillar divided into eight hideous, grotesque, giant snake bodies. The ogre’s stone seat also gradually morphed into the mouth of a giant snake. He sat within the snake’s mouth, and with just a slight pucker from the snake, he could be digested and dissolved.
But those who accepted redemption from the Blood Moon Tribunal wouldn’t have such an easy and comfortable way to die.
The camera eye flew high into the sky to record, while the ogre looked at it and laughed:
“Ashe Heath, I’ve done as you wished, thoroughly tearing off the facade of the Blood Moon Realm. However, I don’t think this will have any effect… What a pity, if I knew your capabilities earlier, I would have definitely secretly contacted the Four Pillars Religion… No wonder the Blood Moon is cracking down on the Four Pillars Religion…”
The other eight snake heads suddenly danced under the moonlight, biting at the ogre’s limbs from all sides!
Blood sprayed from his body, all of it falling into the giant snake’s mouth, not a drop wasted. The ogre’s body slightly trembled, but his eyes became brighter, and the smile on his face more sinister; his neat white teeth seemed to have all become pointed.
“You idiots who grew up under the Blood Moon, it’s impossible for a savior to be born among you… You scum are not worthy of being saved by a savior… At most, you can only give birth to schemers like me…”
“I knew before that you couldn’t tolerate a kind savior, but I didn’t expect that you couldn’t even tolerate a vicious schemer like me.”
“But that’s okay.”
Fernand Snow revealed an arrogant sneer: “From the moment I was born, I’ve been accustomed to the humiliation of being isolated by idiots.”
Under the Blood Moon, the nine snakes shared their meal.
In an ogre art studio in Caimon City.
There were lunchbox garbage everywhere, mixed with scattered paints, emitting an indescribable stench.
A young ogre sat on a tattered soft chair, watching Fernand Snow being bitten to death by the nine snakes on the screen.
This wasn’t the first time he’d seen Fernand Snow. In many news reports, he’d seen his fellow ogre dressed formally, attending various elegant occasions, known as the ‘most refined ogre’. He had cursed this ogre mayor countless times in the bars, accusing him of changing his teeth to please voters, not caring for ogres, and despite being so rich, not knowing to give some money to everyone…
At the start of the trial, he also looked forward to seeing Fernand Snow crushed into meat mush in the lake. He’d been unhappy and even hateful towards Fernand Snow for a long time—why should you be able to serve as mayor and enjoy all the glory while we can only live in the lower district, afraid to even order takeout?
If it were a human or elf mayor, he wouldn’t be so angry, but Fernand Snow was unacceptable.
You’re an ogre, why should your life be better than ours?
He had also voted for Fernand Snow’s redemption just now.
But now, watching the trial scene on the screen, the young ogre didn’t know why, but he felt empty inside, very uncomfortable, more uncomfortable than being hungry, more uncomfortable than being beaten by a gang.
A vague awareness dawned on him, his conjecture taking the form of a nine-headed hydra, gnawing relentlessly at his heart. He collapsed to the ground in agony, tears spilling uncontrollably, but when he opened his mouth, no sound could escape.
He was dry heaving, feeling as if he wanted to vomit his own soul, yet nothing came out.
He wanted to call out, but he didn’t know what to say.
The mayor? Fernand Snow? That hybrid more repugnant than a beastmen dancer?
Just then, a holographic display suddenly popped up with a voice message:
“Congratulations, your redemption vote has successfully punished a criminal. Thus, you’ve been selected for the ‘Justice Bringer’s Roulette’ lottery round and have won the third-place prize. We are now presenting to you…”
This voice message completely shattered his mental defenses. The fearless young ogre could no longer hold back. Curled up on the ground like an infant, he burst into a fit of sobs, his face smeared with tears and snot. He cried until he couldn’t breathe, cried until he was babbling nonsense.
“Oh… hum… mama… oh… papa…”
The night breeze came in waves, the Blood Moon was desolate, and occasionally, the sound of the waves and the finger shark leaping out of the water were audible.
Ashe watched everything indifferently, seemingly uninterested in their discussions.
“Even so——” Andrei asked as if grasping at a lifeline, “What does this have to do with you betraying the interests of the citizens to please the Blood Moon Dual Race? You see through everything, so you want to join them?”
“I did everything I could, allying with all races, pleasing the Blood Moon, all to promote the establishment of the fighting league.”
“But this——”
“You don’t understand, Andrei. You cowardly human, you don’t understand what is called valor.”
The Ogre said, “That’s right, just like you predicted, after the fighting league is implemented, violence, death, and killing will become the main theme of this city. The Blood Saint Moonshadow will be pleased beyond words.”
“But the new generation will learn from this barbarism, learn brutality, learn cruelty, they will develop a valor that our previous generations never had, a valor to dare to wield the knife against the Archon!”
“Just for this?” Andrei’s eyes widened.
“Not just that, what’s more important is… Hahaha, although I have always refused to admit that I was born in the trash heap that is the Foster Home, I have to admit, that place is not completely useless, it at least made me understand a way to break the law of the Blood Moon——”
The Ogre laughed heartily, “Fight! There is nothing better than a fight to let two people understand each other. The only way an ogre makes friends is by having a good fight!”
“You sacrifice the interests of the people, appease the Blood Moon Dual Race, and secure your position as the mayor, all for such an elusive goal?” Andrei laughed bitterly, “Fernand Snow, are you really that kind-hearted?”
“You don’t understand, Andrei, you don’t understand at all…” The Ogre said, “If you want to pull down the Blood Moon Dual Race, or even challenge the Blood Moon Supreme, this is definitely not a miracle that one or two people can accomplish, but history driven by all races, all people… Only by sparing no expense is it possible to change this kingdom.”
“At any cost?”
“Yes, at any cost, you are the cost, I am the cost, and so are these generations of the populace. We are already ruined, and the hope of change can only be entrusted to the future. Our greatest meaning of existence is to serve as nourishment to enrich the soil, in the hope that this filthy land will one day bloom with normal flowers.”
“Of course, if I say I have no self-interest, that would definitely be a lie.”
The Ogre glanced at the Blood Moon in the night sky, “If everything goes well, my reputation will reach its peak; if the successors continue my path, a great revolution will inevitably break out. My name, Alandor Fernand Snow, will be extolled through the ages, the wisdom of the Ogre will be crowned with the honor of challenging the Archon…”
He shouted fervently, “I want you mixed breeds to admit from the bottom of your hearts that Ogres are the greatest, smartest, and bravest race in this world!”
Andrei looked at the Ogre, nearly drowned in chains up to his neck, and was speechless for a moment.
The moment Fernand Snow stated that the foundation of the Blood Moon Realm is to serve the Blood Moon Dual Race, he was doomed to die. The citizens would never let him go.
It was as if in a completely sealed and even poisonous room, everyone was slowly dying in their sleep, but he woke up and shouted like an alarm clock to wake the others. Would they be grateful to him? No, because waking up only added to the pain, because the walls were unbreakable, because mortals couldn’t challenge the Archon.
They just want this malicious alarm clock to stop.
Moreover, Fernand Snow didn’t want to save them. On the contrary, the Ogre wanted to use the people of these generations as sacrifices, to suck dry their value to nourish the land, to save the people of the future.
Aside from a small portion of the middle-aged and elderly, most of the young populace were livid—why should we be the ones to sacrifice for the salvation of the next generation? What does the next generation have to do with us? Does their wellbeing concern us at all?
This ogre mayor is nothing but a racist fanatic!
Suddenly, the stone pillar beneath the ogre shot up, lifting him alone into the air, over a hundred meters high. From below, people could see the ogre mayor in the center of the Blood Moon, seemingly about to be swallowed and melted by the crimson moonlight at any moment!
“With over 50% of the votes, the executioner arrives early.” Ashe’s expression was calm: “The executioner this time is the Hydra Executioner.”
The entire Shattered Lake seemed to boil, and amidst the waves, the stone pillar divided into eight hideous, grotesque, giant snake bodies. The ogre’s stone seat also gradually morphed into the mouth of a giant snake. He sat within the snake’s mouth, and with just a slight pucker from the snake, he could be digested and dissolved.
But those who accepted redemption from the Blood Moon Tribunal wouldn’t have such an easy and comfortable way to die.
The camera eye flew high into the sky to record, while the ogre looked at it and laughed:
“Ashe Heath, I’ve done as you wished, thoroughly tearing off the facade of the Blood Moon Realm. However, I don’t think this will have any effect… What a pity, if I knew your capabilities earlier, I would have definitely secretly contacted the Four Pillars Religion… No wonder the Blood Moon is cracking down on the Four Pillars Religion…”
The other eight snake heads suddenly danced under the moonlight, biting at the ogre’s limbs from all sides!
Blood sprayed from his body, all of it falling into the giant snake’s mouth, not a drop wasted. The ogre’s body slightly trembled, but his eyes became brighter, and the smile on his face more sinister; his neat white teeth seemed to have all become pointed.
“You idiots who grew up under the Blood Moon, it’s impossible for a savior to be born among you… You scum are not worthy of being saved by a savior… At most, you can only give birth to schemers like me…”
“I knew before that you couldn’t tolerate a kind savior, but I didn’t expect that you couldn’t even tolerate a vicious schemer like me.”
“But that’s okay.”
Fernand Snow revealed an arrogant sneer: “From the moment I was born, I’ve been accustomed to the humiliation of being isolated by idiots.”
Under the Blood Moon, the nine snakes shared their meal.
In an ogre art studio in Caimon City.
There were lunchbox garbage everywhere, mixed with scattered paints, emitting an indescribable stench.
A young ogre sat on a tattered soft chair, watching Fernand Snow being bitten to death by the nine snakes on the screen.
This wasn’t the first time he’d seen Fernand Snow. In many news reports, he’d seen his fellow ogre dressed formally, attending various elegant occasions, known as the ‘most refined ogre’. He had cursed this ogre mayor countless times in the bars, accusing him of changing his teeth to please voters, not caring for ogres, and despite being so rich, not knowing to give some money to everyone…
At the start of the trial, he also looked forward to seeing Fernand Snow crushed into meat mush in the lake. He’d been unhappy and even hateful towards Fernand Snow for a long time—why should you be able to serve as mayor and enjoy all the glory while we can only live in the lower district, afraid to even order takeout?
If it were a human or elf mayor, he wouldn’t be so angry, but Fernand Snow was unacceptable.
You’re an ogre, why should your life be better than ours?
He had also voted for Fernand Snow’s redemption just now.
But now, watching the trial scene on the screen, the young ogre didn’t know why, but he felt empty inside, very uncomfortable, more uncomfortable than being hungry, more uncomfortable than being beaten by a gang.
A vague awareness dawned on him, his conjecture taking the form of a nine-headed hydra, gnawing relentlessly at his heart. He collapsed to the ground in agony, tears spilling uncontrollably, but when he opened his mouth, no sound could escape.
He was dry heaving, feeling as if he wanted to vomit his own soul, yet nothing came out.
He wanted to call out, but he didn’t know what to say.
The mayor? Fernand Snow? That hybrid more repugnant than a beastmen dancer?
Just then, a holographic display suddenly popped up with a voice message:
“Congratulations, your redemption vote has successfully punished a criminal. Thus, you’ve been selected for the ‘Justice Bringer’s Roulette’ lottery round and have won the third-place prize. We are now presenting to you…”
This voice message completely shattered his mental defenses. The fearless young ogre could no longer hold back. Curled up on the ground like an infant, he burst into a fit of sobs, his face smeared with tears and snot. He cried until he couldn’t breathe, cried until he was babbling nonsense.
“Oh… hum… mama… oh… papa…”
