Chapter 51: The Final Execution

Carter's large hand fiercely gripped the neck of the heretic, gradually pulling harder.

The heretic felt the force pulling on him, and fear mixed with reluctance crept in.

He displayed a look of terror, his eyes filled with tears:

"No, I can't leave this body!

That was the great power bestowed upon me by the Master of a Thousand Eyes! You have no right to take it from me! Nooooo!!!"

Rip!

Blood splattered.

Carter violently tore out the heretic's head, along with his spine, and raised it high above his head, displaying it to the crowd!

The heretic's head, still connected to his spine, wriggled in Carter's hand like a worm.

With a resolute expression, Carter looked around at the crowd and loudly proclaimed:

"This is the fate of all heretical scum! The Governor will tolerate no heretic filth within the King's Court!"

Instantly, the crowd erupted in cheers.

The people of the territory may have had their differences, but they all shared a deep hatred for heretics.

They despised these heretics even more than the Chaos demons.

After all, these scum were once humans, but they chose to become the lackeys of Chaos, betraying and killing their own kind.

It was despicable and disgusting beyond words!

The people glared with utter contempt at the heretic writhing like a worm, spitting on him in disdain.

The guards and enforcers saluted Carter with the Aquila gesture, showing deep respect for the brave and loyal warrior.

The common folk, unqualified to perform the Aquila, knelt in gratitude.

They thanked the Angel of War for his salvation.

Of course, they also offered their thanks to the great God-Emperor and the merciful Governor.

The heretic, still struggling, continued to shout:

"Fools! You damned, ignorant insects! Do you not realize that your suffering is brought upon you by the Governor himself?

The false Emperor has never shown you any mercy! He deceived you and abandoned you!

Only the Master of a Thousand Eyes can—"

Thud!

The heretic's head was met with a heavy punch, sending his teeth flying.

"Damn you, what are you—what are you doing?"

Carter held the heretic's head in front of him, glaring coldly:

"I'm hitting you…"

"What?"

Thud!

Another punch landed, distorting the heretic's face.

Suddenly, the heretic recalled his earlier mockery of Carter, and fear surged in his heart.

"No…"

But it was too late. Carter punched him again and again until the heretic's face was a mangled mess, unrecognizable.

After finishing his work, Carter tossed the heretic's head to the ground like trash, declaring:

"On behalf of the Governor, I hereby execute you, heretic scum!"

Two Imperial guards stepped forward, flamethrowers strapped to their backs.

Facing death, the heretic's head was filled with despair.

As a child of the Master of a Thousand Eyes, a high-ranking being, how could his life end like this?

He wasn't fearless of death. He lacked the unwavering faith and courage to sacrifice himself for it.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have betrayed humanity in the first place.

At this final moment, his true nature was revealed.

The heretic became desperate, looking at Carter and the two guards.

There was a glimmer of pleading in his eyes:

"Merciful… no, brave warriors!

You can't kill me! I still have value, more value than those wretched underhive refugees! You've all witnessed my power. Don't you want to harness and study such great power?"

Carter's gaze grew even colder.

The two Imperial guards raised the nozzles of their flamethrowers, aiming at the heretic's head.

"Damn it, I demand to see the Governor!

I am a noble of the upper hive! I know many secrets, including those of the Hoffman family! The Governor won't kill me so easily…"

But no one cared about his words.

Boom!

Without hesitation, the two guards pulled their triggers. Twin streams of fire erupted, engulfing the heretic's head in searing flames.

Heretics were not to be trusted, regardless of whether their words were true or false.

This was a lesson long learned within the King's Court. The best way to deal with heretics was to send them to the depths of hell as quickly as possible!

Amidst the flames, the heretic's head screamed in agony, writhing like a worm along with his spine.

He wanted to escape but could only helplessly writhe in place.

The unbearable pain of the fire drove him mad.

"No!. Please, let me see the Governor…"

But his pleas were in vain.

In his final moments, the heretic's gaze grew venomous as he stared at everyone around him:

"Damn insects! The great Master of a Thousand Eyes will descend, and you will all die! I curse you! I curse all of you, and your descendants! You will all die in the most extreme suffering and torment! Aaaah!"

The heretic's screams echoed through the entire area.

But there was no pity, for he was not worthy of any forgiveness! It wasn't until the heretic scum was completely burned to ashes in excruciating pain that the battle in this area officially came to an end.

Ten kilometers from the slums, deep within the administrative unit's passageways, a crimson-skinned heretic was fleeing in terror.

Bang!

A shotgun shell exploded against his backside.

The force of the blast knocked the heretic to the ground, but he quickly scrambled forward, not daring to stop.

However, a heavy boot stomped on his lower back, preventing any further escape.

"Damn scum, still trying to run?"

In the darkness, the mechanical red glow of a bionic eye appeared, followed by the gruff voice of Arye.

He carried a large shotgun, a cigar clenched between his teeth, and his foot planted firmly on the heretic's back.

The guards were responsible for regular heretics, whose combat ability wasn't much greater than that of the guards themselves.

He kicked the heretic hard: "Still wanna run?"

The heretic sobbed, pleading:

"No… I won't run anymore! Please, sir, have mercy on me… I only did it to survive! I never wanted to do this!"

"Alright, alright, I get it!"

Arye had no interest in listening to the heretic's pathetic excuses.

Every heretic's hands were stained with blood.

Before being cruelly dismembered as sacrifices, many poor souls had begged this heretic for mercy.

But those people had still died in agony, offered up to the false gods.

So, when dealing with heretics, one had to be ruthless.

Arye grabbed the heretic by the hair, forcing him to kneel on the ground.

"I swear, I never killed anyone!, I only participated in the rituals! I wasn't the one who brought the underhive refugees, it wasn't my fault!"

Arye forced a grin, patting the tearful heretic on the head, pretending to comfort him:

"Sure, sure, I understand. No need to be nervous!"

With that, Arye clicked something into the heretic's mouth, silencing him.

He aimed his gun at the heretic and stepped back to a safe distance.

The heretic knelt there, completely unaware of what was in his mouth. He looked at Arye in terror.

"Don't be afraid, it's just a thermite charge…"

Arye smiled as he showed the heretic the trigger ring in his hand.

The heretic's pupils dilated in horror as fear reached its peak.

Poof!

The thermite charge ignited, and flames engulfed the heretic, melting his upper body.

"Spit! Damn scum!"

Arye spat on the ground, turning to the approaching guards:

"Let's go, time to hit their lair!"

(End of Chapter)