Old days in the box

Chapter 256 You have your mercy and I have my justice

The killings continued in the church, spreading from the hall to the pews on either side.

Except for the civilians at the victim's family table on the right, everyone in the entire hall was being chased by the silver killer, and no one could escape from this place.

The light of the ocean of data rises from inside the church, condensing into a ball of light that looks down at everyone.

"Noise control is maintained within a reasonable level and has not caused unnecessary attention. There are still 54 seconds, 53 seconds before the end of the battle..."

Its calm electronic female voice was reporting to someone unknown, silently counting down the time required to end the killing.

The noise they made in the hall was not enough to attract the attention of the army at the door. Such a secret sentencing was not allowed to be peeped by others. The army only knew that the execution had begun, but they did not think about who this was a punishment for.

In the hall, the huge chandelier hanging from the top was burned by the undead fire and its chain was broken, and it fell towards Zimisis' body.

His mother, Mrs. Tilius, did not hide away, but threw herself on her son's body and cried bitterly. Due to the intense grief, she did not even notice the appearance of Tain and the surrounding legions of faceless men.

Bang - with a muffled sound, their mother and son became the human flesh cushion of the chandelier. Their flesh and blood flew everywhere while the glass shattered to the ground.

The flaming blue flame beast ran wildly in the inner circle of the hall, surrounding the protected family members of the victims in the middle, mocking wantonly like a demon, enjoying the fear of the priests, and there was blood and scattered Tillius everywhere on the ground. The flesh and blood of mother and child, the faceless silver metal man was walking towards them, holding out the sharp blade in his hand.

It was hell.

"Devil! You should be thrown into hell! Accept the eternal punishment of the Mother Goddess!" Father Judge looked at these faceless silver demons and shouted.

But his god did not respond to him. The liquid Adamant metal flowing from the hands of the faceless man quickly condensed into a sharp long blade, which accurately penetrated his body, cutting quickly like a scalpel.

"Have you ever thought about the possibility, Father, that your god doesn't respond to you, maybe because you haven't paid enough 'indulgence' yet?"

The liquid screen on the faceless man's face flashed and changed into the digital image of "Mercy", using the mechanical electronic female voice to make sarcastic remarks to him.

After cutting out independent personalities, each personality within MOSS began to develop its own unique "personality" and gradually became less cold and mechanical.

"You..." The priest's eyes widened, unable to answer its question.

Because although this faceless man was temporarily recruited by "Mercy" to talk, the movements of his body did not stop. He was still waving the long blade in his hand, mechanically and repeatedly piercing the priest's body, as if it was in progress. It's like a delicate surgical operation.

The large amount of blood loss blurred his vision, and his body instinctively wanted to twitch, but could not make much movement.

"If you are asking what I am doing - I am cutting off the tactile nerves and ligaments in your main parts, making you lose the ability to struggle and delaying your pain. This is the mercy given to you by 'Mercy'."

"Mercy?" The priest spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Of course. You should be lucky, Father. Imagine if it was 'Justice' here instead of me, how painful the execution would be for you? He might hang you all on the execution rack and burn it, precisely controlling the temperature so that You can suffer even more to repay your trampling on justice.”

The faceless man controlled by "Mercy" looked at the confused priest, as if he was observing a precious human specimen.

"What kind of mercy is this?" The priest's limbs could no longer be lifted at all. He understood that death was approaching.

"Of course this is mercy. Just imagine, we could have launched a war against your country, burned every city, found every hiding person, piled them all together and slaughtered them all, and killed every one of your blood. They are all completely cut off, and we declare our victory on this endless ruins.”

The priest looked at the faceless man in front of him saying such crazy words in a mechanical and cold tone. It should obviously be an electronically synthesized female voice, but he clearly heard an overly morbid tone in it.

The Faceless Man flowed in front of his eyes, and the Adamantium metal all over his body began to liquefy and mimic, and actually turned into the priest himself, with the exact same face as him, wearing the exact same clothes, and holding the exact same paperwork.

"But we did not do this. Instead, we opened the city gates with your appearance, surrendered on behalf of your city, and announced to your people that the false gods were dead, and the old days should stand, so that the remaining innocent people in this land could Everyone can survive—isn’t this a kind of mercy?”

More faceless men came from behind it. They all had liquid metal flowing from their bodies, and they transformed into the appearance of dead high priests and executioners. They looked at the dying priest expressionlessly, as if they had returned from death. Living doll.

This crazy scene was reflected in the priest's eyes, like a microcosm of hell on earth. His overly excited emotions made his heart beat rapidly, causing a large amount of blood to gush out of his arterial incision at an accelerated rate.

He finally breathed his last and died in the horrifying onlookers without closing his eyes.

The faceless man holding the priest's face stood up again, put away the sharp blade in his hand, "Mercy" left its body, and ordered all the faceless men in the hall to end the killing.

With the death of Father Judge, all the people in the hall who deserved punishment have fallen down, with blood everywhere.

Except for Tilius and his son who were accidentally smashed by the chandelier, all the killings were calculated by "Mercy" without any error.

Taiyin took back the blue flame beast surrounding the hall, then turned and walked towards the protected family members of the victims.

This bloody incident happened suddenly and quickly, frightening the civilians. They all stood still and no one even tried to escape.

"Everyone, thank you for your hard work tonight. Now you can leave on your own."

Taiyin looked at the confused people and then announced to them.

This divinely chosen champion is obviously not very good at breaking into the enemy and quietly converting his faith, "Mercy" thought in secret.

This is a great opportunity to promote the faith and greatness of the past, so that these civilians can feel the kindness of the source code master. If not, they should at least be warned to keep the secret tonight.

But Taiyin didn't say anything and just planned to let them go.

The group of people who were frightened by the killing looked around at the bloody surroundings. Several of them had completely lost the ability to speak.

The senior priest suddenly turned into an undead emperor with half a ghost hand burning, and the tables, chairs, and candlesticks around him turned into faceless living people and came out. This is not something you can see in the Sanctuary Church. The picture is simply hell.

"That's it? We... don't need to pay you extra fees?" One of them stumbled for a long time before finally squeezing out a complete sentence.

"I've heard of you...you are the maritime faith that went to war with the empire on the western border!" Another person also trembled.

Although they live in a protected inland, they are still aware of the constant friction of faith on the border, and they know more or less something about the ancient god of the raging waves and the deep sea.

"There is no need. My God heard the injustice here, so he sent us here. It's that simple. You can leave now, but don't go through the front door. The Tribunal's troops are still stationed there."

Tyin shrugged, replied in a very casual tone, and moved out of the way to the back door, pointing the way for them to leave. His calm and casual look seemed to be saying something as simple as "Have you eaten?" as if nothing had happened at the scene. If the scene around them hadn't been so tragic, they might really have been attracted by this person. Infected.

But no one can refute his words, because tonight is indeed an unfair trial, like a stage play whose ending is already known.

The Inquisition wants to protect the empire's supreme nobles, and the Qianhua family wants to use indulgences to offset their crimes. They already know this, but they are just forced to accompany them through the process. No one in this group of civilians wants to kill Qimisi Si, and now he is indeed dead.

A few civilians started to move tentatively, and others followed and began to walk towards the back door of the church.

Several faceless men who had not activated their mimicry abilities stood behind them and sent them to the door in a semi-escort style.

At this time, one of the blacksmiths in the queue who was leaving suddenly stopped, hesitated for a moment, then plucked up the courage, turned around and spoke to Tai Yin again:

"Um...thank you for what you did tonight, gentlemen, and...can I also have a copy of that scripture?"

The blacksmith thanked him solemnly, and then pointed carefully at the Book of the Sea in Vidal's hand that was thrown by Tain.

It was an ancient scroll Bible written by the Old Son of the Ancient God of the Raging Waves and Deep Sea in the Holy Roman Empire. Under today's conflicts of faith, it should be one of the banned books in the Byzantine Empire.

Tai Yin was stunned for a moment, then said: "Okay."

He took out another hardcover version of the Book of the Sea from his pocket and threw it over. God knows how many books of the Book this guy had hidden in his clothes.

But the blacksmith took the ocean Bible with both hands and looked at it with pious eyes. Relief and yearning shone in his eyes.

Thirty years of worshiping and reciting faith were nothing compared to a god who had just avenged his son's murder, allowing him to truly let go of his sorrow and resentment.

What was planted in the blacksmith's heart at this moment was the true seed of faith.

The blacksmith bowed deeply to Taiyin again, then opened the door and walked out. The other civilians seemed to regret it, and they all quickened their pace to chase after him to see the contents of the Book of the Sea, and then walked out of the hall one after another.

"Mercy" watched all this silently, and the thoughts in his heart also changed dramatically.

Is this okay? Could it be that... this divinely chosen champion is actually a master at winning over people's hearts?

It didn't realize that Tai Yin was a guy who thought of everything he wanted, and was not a person who played by the rules at all. If he really had any qualities, maybe it was his damn charisma.

But no matter what, they and Vidal were the only ones left in the hall now.

Taiyin turned around and finally returned his attention to the person they were really interested in.

Before coming here, their plan was indeed to simply spread a wave of faith and let these civilians leave with their faith in God, but since Vidal suddenly took action and created that episode, they changed their minds.

This young man possesses amazing willpower. As long as he can be won over, he can do much more than spread faith and save civilians.

"So you are angels sent by God?" Vidal held the Book of the Sea in his hand and looked up at Tayin.

"Angel? No, no, no, look how I look like an angel." Taiyin laughed, and the terrifying hand of the ghost crackled on his shoulder.

"Then you are demons sent by God?" Vidal looked around again, looking at the faceless men who were mimicking priests, executioners and judge priests.

"I don't think that's an accurate adjective either...if I have to say it, I would rather call myself the most powerful and invincible blade of the Son of the Old One."

Taiyin proudly announced his home address, but Vidal obviously had no intention of listening and still looked at him quietly.

"Okay, Mr. Invincible Blade, can I leave now?" he asked again.

"Before answering your question, I want to ask you something first. If we don't show up tonight, what are you going to do after killing that guy?"

"Accept any verdict issued by the trial court."

"You mean death, right." Taiyin pointedly pointed out.

Vidal looked at his scary blood-red eyes and did not deny what he said.

This was originally a fatal assassination. Zimisis could repeat training thousands of times to ensure that his assassination would be successful, but he did not have the ability to fight against the Tribunal or even the entire Mother Goddess Orthodox Church.

So he didn't even consider the next step in his plan. As long as the assassination was successful, he didn't care what would happen next.

Perhaps this is also the reason why he acted more confused than others at this time, because in his original plan, he should have been dead by now.

He came with the determination to die, but now he suddenly doesn't have to die anymore, and he doesn't know where he should go.

"In other words, our appearance actually saved your life, and now your life belongs to us." Taiyin said calmly.

Vidal was stunned for a moment, unable to keep up with the blood emperor's rhythm. As a rhetoric to win over people, Taiyin's words were obviously not very convincing.

He secretly looked at the "Mercy" suspended above the hall and asked it for help with his eyes.

At this moment, a silver faceless man who had not yet begun to mimic suddenly moved, with a new logo flowing out of the liquid screen on his face, and walked towards Vidal.

It walked to the blood-stained ground and picked up a small shiny object from it. It turned out to be the beautiful brooch he used to cut Zimisis open.

"You should carry it, this is your medal." The faceless man made an electronic synthesized sound, but its voice was not a female voice, it was clearly a deep male voice.

"It was just a murder weapon, a disgusting gift from their family."

Vidal looked down at the blood-stained brooch. He had to say that this thing made from the palace was really strong. Even if he used it to cut open a person's body, it still remained unchanged.

"An instrument that kills an innocent person is called a murder weapon. This brooch executed a person with a serious crime. It is a tool to demonstrate justice. It is also proof that you repay your blood debt with a life. It is the same as any general." The medal on your chest is the same as the honor you get for practicing justice with your own hands and repaying the blood feud for your sister."

The electronically synthesized male voice was low and fanatical, as if it contained magic. Vidal couldn't help but look up and saw the blue-purple one-eyed streamer flowing on the face of the faceless man, who was landing here through forced conscription.

What controls this faceless man at this time is not "mercy", but "justice"!

　Happy Winter Solstice, dear readers!

　　Today is a two-in-one chapter of 4400 words, so let’s start with this! Will update again tomorrow!

　　

　

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