Baron Cullen

As the image appeared, the conversation between Lamoll and Hank began:

"Captain Hank, I went through a lot of trouble to get my hands on this..."

"Captain Hank, what you promised me..."

"Shut up! The commander is only in a temporary predicament! You don't need to worry about that..."

"And the priest has already made the arrangements; the captain will be out soon..."

"There's one more thing I need to entrust to you. If you handle it well, you'll definitely get a share of the rewards..."

"But...but I already told you about their attack on the mansion last time, and Captain Kevin clearly said so at the time..."

"Don't forget, you broke into a potions shop a while ago and were discovered by the owner. To avoid being caught, you killed him..."

Scenes accompanying the dialogue between the two clearly reveal the heinous acts committed by Lamoor.

He stole magic potions in order to become stronger.

However, when the shop owner discovered this, he was so enraged that he killed him!

Later, in order to cover up the truth about the murder, he chose to betray the forces that had nurtured him.

Without a doubt, the moment the charges were made public, Lamoy Eddie had lost the right to beg for mercy.

At this moment, the surrounding battleband members stared in utter shock at the contents of the light screen.

Although they knew that Lamor was usually arrogant and even looked down on most of his colleagues because of his talent.

But no matter what, they still considered him their comrade-in-arms until tonight.

However, what they didn't expect was...

This arrogant colleague not only leaked information to the Knights during the last mansion mission, almost causing them to fail.

He even committed theft in private, and then killed someone in a fit of rage when he couldn't steal!

People who disregard life and only care about themselves are a disgrace to the warband!

At this moment, as Lamor watched his crimes being revealed one by one on the screen, his face turned deathly pale, and his pleas came to an abrupt halt.

He knew it was truly over.

After a brief silence.

Lamor suddenly raised his head, the pleading look on his face completely gone, replaced by a twisted resentment and madness!

He stood up, pointed at Karen, and screamed hysterically, "Karen Waller! It's all your fault! It's all because of you!"

If you hadn't shown up and stolen all my limelight and resources!

How could I possibly do such a thing!

I was clearly the most dazzling genius in the warband! I could have advanced step by step and obtained everything I wanted!

Whether it's power, status, or all-out effort, it should all belong to me!

It's all because of you! All the things I did were your fault!

"It was you who ruined me!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, and finally drew the long sword from his waist, frantically activating the remaining extraordinary elements within his body.

The next moment, he immediately used his most proficient second-tier combat skill, "Gnawing Slash," and pounced on Karen like a mad dog!

He's going to kill this man!

As long as Karen Waller is dead, he will still be that dazzling genius!

However, faced with Ramor's reckless sword strike, Karen simply stood still, without even attempting to dodge.

His eyes were cold, and he didn't even intend to use "War Roar" or magic. He simply adopted the same starting stance as "Gnawing Slash".

Just like when I first joined the battle.

He and Lamoir then clashed in combat, ending with a single "slashing cut," in which he defeated the latter.

The same is true today.

However, the results were completely different.

A flash of sword light.

Lamo's momentum came to an abrupt halt.

The sword in his hand clattered to the ground. He clutched his bleeding neck and turned to look at Karen in disbelief.

He didn't say anything, just stared blankly at the guy who had overshadowed him from the very beginning.

Finally, Lamor suddenly knelt on the ground, his hands hanging limply at his sides, and he was completely lifeless.

Karen stood there, greatsword in hand, silently watching the corpse on the ground.

He didn't hold back with that sword strike; he used the strongest sword he could muster.

Traitors and murderers for personal gain deserve to die.

Lamont walked over, patted Karen on the shoulder, and sighed, "You don't need to feel any pressure."

Even if he didn't lay a hand on it, he will still be put on trial after being taken back.

Given his crimes, he deserves at least beheading, if not burning at the stake.

Karen took a deep breath and said, "I understand. We were able to capture Bastian tonight thanks to your help. Thank you very much."

After saying this, he went to Lord Delano and Bishop Albert and thanked them as well.

Now that Bastian has been captured, Kevin is dead, and all of his remaining gang members have been apprehended.

It seems like everything is over.

But Karen knew there was one more person.

That mysterious person who is comparable to a fifth-tier transcendent being.

However, given his current strength, even if that mysterious person stood right in front of him, he wouldn't be able to capture him.

We can only take it one step at a time.

After exchanging pleasantries, Lamont granted Karente a day off.

Therefore, before everyone had finished their work, he took the lead in leaving the camp and returning home.

...

The following day, the courthouse was once again packed with people.

Unlike when Karen was tried before, the square was now filled with anger and contempt.

Bastian's crimes over the years have spread throughout the city, and the people hate him to the core.

Soon, amidst a commotion, Bastian, in heavy shackles, was led onto the stone platform by the guards.

At this point, he was stripped of his priestly robes, which symbolized his identity and holiness, and put on prison clothes that represented sin and filth.

When he was led to the stake in the center of the stone platform and saw the pile of firewood and the executioner holding a torch, his face turned deathly pale and his body trembled like a leaf!

His eyes were filled with the ultimate fear of death.

On the judge's bench, Lord Drano, seated at the head of the table, did not speak, but simply looked coldly at those below.

Today's trial involves members of the church; therefore, according to imperial law, this trial must be conducted by the bishop of the local church.

That is to say, the person next to him is Bishop Albert.

At this moment, Bishop Albert slowly rose and darted to the stone platform.

He looked at the trembling Bastian, without any regret or pity in his eyes, and said, "After extensive investigation and confirmation, former priest Bastian Jim of the Church of Saint Celes has committed more than ten serious crimes, including kidnapping, embezzlement, bribery, human trafficking, murder of colleagues, mutilation of life, and blasphemy!"

Now that the evidence against all the charges is irrefutable, I hereby sentence him to be burned at the stake!

"No! No...no! You can't do this to me!" Bastian struggled violently. "I am a priest of the church! I am a servant of the God of Light!"

He looked at Bishop Albert and said in an extremely humble tone, "Your...Bishop! I repent! I really repent!"

Please, in consideration of all the years I have served the church, spare my life!

I am willing to be exiled to the most remote and bitterly cold monastery to spend my life in penance and atonement!

"Lord of the city... Lord of the city, save me! I'll give you all my possessions! Everything I have!"

His pleas for mercy were humble and pitiful, but all he received in return was deafening curses and contempt from the crowd below.

Soon, Bastian was bound tightly to the stake by the guards like a corpse.

At his feet lay a large pile of flammable firewood.

With just a spark, a raging fire will erupt in an instant!

At this moment, Bishop Albert, standing on the stone platform, remained expressionless, while the Lord of Draenor, sitting on the judgment seat, also had icy eyes.

No one can forgive such heresy that blasphemes against faith, tramples on the law, and harms the innocent.

"Descent into hell, heretic!"

Bishop Albert took the torch from the executioner, walked up to Bastian, said something coldly, and then threw the torch onto the firewood.

The dry wood was instantly ignited!

The scorching flames spread rapidly, engulfing Bastian's lower body in the blink of an eye!

"Aaaaaah!!"

The most agonizing screams echoed throughout the entire trial square!

The pain of the flames burning the flesh is indescribable.

In the midst of extreme pain and fear, Bastian seemed to be hallucinating.

His bloodshot eyes widened, his expression contorted as he frantically prayed to the sky, shouting, "Light... God of Light! Your most devout servant begs you to bestow your blessings!!!"

Extinguish this flame! Destroy these heretics! Protect your most loyal servant!

However, all he received in response was an increasingly fierce blaze and even more furious shouts of curses from the crowd below.

The flames relentlessly spread upwards, quickly engulfing Bastian's body and arms.

Finally, with his expression stiffened by excruciating pain and fear, he was completely engulfed by the flames!

The cries of prayer and screams gradually faded, drowned out by the sounds of billowing flames and snapping firewood.

Bastian Jim, who once used his status as a priest to commit countless crimes in the City of Breathless, taking away countless poor and innocent lives.

Before everyone's eyes, it was completely reduced to a charred skeleton.