Cthulhu Gonfalon

Chapter 570: Chapter 110

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Before Sui Xiong had space traveled here, there a famous movie line appeared on the Internet. It said, “I have done a good job for XX. I have bled for XX. You can’t do this! I want to see XX!” Then it had been followed by, “Drag him out,” and sounds of gunshots.

This plot had been used in several movies. Sui Xiong didn’t know its original source; he only remembered that he had seen several different versions. It could be used when dragging a dog across the street to the death of a certain NPC in a game. It was quite appropriate in those scenes.

The situation of Hogg Bale was also quite suitable for this line.

If he could speak, he might say, “I have done a good job for the Empire! I have bled for His Majesty! You can’t do this! I want to see His Majesty!”

Regrettably, Sui Xiong didn’t allow him to speak, so there was no “drag him out” being said. Moreover, the guillotine was not suitable for the phrase, and in the end, there were no sounds of gunshots.

After thinking about it carefully, Sui Xiong felt that this was not perfect enough.

He was silently thinking with a cold face. However, in his heart, he was laughing.

Beside the blade on the other side, a fierce battle, which was invisible to mortals’ naked eyes, was happening.

After all, Hogg Bale was a demigod. He was immortal. Even though his flesh was killed, his soul still had strong power. He was not an ordinary person who could be easily caught by Hell Messengers.

If ordinary Hell Messengers came today, Hogg might be able to defeat them with his own strength and then escape.

However, hell had been notified by Sui Xiong in advance, so two dukes came here today.

Hell Dukes were roughly equivalent to mid-level Divine Powers. However, after leaving the underworld, their strength would slightly decrease. They would be roughly equivalent to low-level Divine Powers.

Of course, because of the existence of the protective enchantment of the Main Plane, they couldn’t directly step into the Main Plane. However, they could create a small Half Plane here and stay inside, giving the Hell Messengers power at almost zero distance.

With the power they provided, the Hell Messengers immediately became energetic. Several messengers surrounded Hogg, and they fought fiercely.

However, as time went by, the power contained in Hogg’s soul gradually disappeared, and the power the Hell Messengers received from their own bosses was almost endless. Therefore, the result of this battle was already determined.

Sui Xiong didn’t intervene in this battle. This was the request of the Hell Judges. For them, it was their professional ethics and dignity to arrest the souls of the wicked with their own hands.

They were not the old-fashioned guys who would starve to death with dignity. However, since their current combat power was sufficient, why would they bother to damage their dignity?

Sui Xiong thought that was fine. He appreciated it.

In fact, in this world, what he appreciated the most was the Hell System. They had power in numbers, and they had an unwavering stand. They were never soft-hearted when punishing the evil, and they did things straightforwardly and clearly. They were perfect.

In contrast, something was wrong with the powerful human gods. Unfairness was their biggest problem. The more knowledge they had, the more reactionaries there were. This sentence could be used to describe their situation.

However, Yorgaardman, a just god, basically had no influence at all. He was totally alone, wandering in this world with a sword. Well, he didn’t even have a sword; he used an axe. He always fought on his own. Even if he was a piece of steel, how many nails could he bear? There were so many bad things in the world. How could he deal with all of them on his own?

Sui Xiong thought that perhaps he should be a middleman and ask his elder brother to communicate with the Hell Judges to promote cooperation.

Cooperation meant benefits for both sides. Sui Xiong knew that because of this event. If he didn’t invite the Hell Judges to work together with him, he might not be able to keep order with his own strength.

The Orc gods might send their avatars down to attack him again. He was not afraid of that, but that still wasn’t good.

If smacking their faces turned into fighting, that would be pretty low-end.

Honestly speaking, if it was really necessary, Sui Xiong wouldn’t mind turning smacking into fighting. He was more familiar with fighting than smacking. However, if he could smack their faces, that would be good.

Therefore, he had started from the border of the Orc Empire. He had gone forward to the hinterlands again and again, and the people he was going to kill became more and more important.

Perhaps, the Orc Empire and the Orc gods had originally wanted to attack Sui Xiong. However, when they had seen the end result of the dead Isis members, they forgot about it. Although the dead had been more important, this could still be tolerated; they had just ignored it, and so it had happened again and again. This was called the “frog-boiling effect.” When Sui Xiong had been in college before space traveling, he had a professor that was especially good at using this method. During the whole year, he had slowly increased the amount of homework. In the end, the abominable old man had given them the most homework among all the lessons. That was really cruel!

Well, by the way, there was no way to boil a frog in warm water in this world. Sui Xiong had once thought of that, so he had curiously caught a frog to experiment. As a result, the frog had dishonored him. When the water got warm, the frog had jumped away. There weren’t any feelings like, “Oh, I can tolerate the water temperature, so it doesn’t matter.”

Presumably, the frogs of the two worlds were different.

Thinking about those strange things, Sui Xiong hadn’t delayed his work. He had been capturing the head members of Isis in no hurry. Then, he had declared their crimes one by one and executed them.

Of course, those who had been caught by him deserved the death penalty.

There was such problem as “too severe a penalty” during the executions of those people. According to the law in Sui Xiong’s hometown, even if people committed minor crimes, they would be shot 100 times, leaving them with holes all over their bodies. As for Hogg, he had committed the most capital crimes, and Sui Xiong had once asked Cambrona, the legal expert, to help estimate. The conclusion had been that Hogg probably needed to be executed more than 10,000 times to offset his crimes.

At that time, Sui Xiong had been a little confused. He had asked, “So many times? That’s a scary number.”

“In fact, the number is still relatively small. I have counted a lot of felonies as one death penalty,” Cambrona had said. “If you really want to quantify it in detail, the number will increase some more.”

“What?”

“For example, if he kills 10,000 people, how many death penalties should he receive?” Cambrona had asked.

After thinking for a while, Sui Xiong had asked, “10,000?”

Before Cambrona had replied, Sui Xiong had shaken his head first. He had said, “No, the soldiers responsible for the massacre and the officers at various levels are also guilty. The 10,000 death penalties should be divided equally between them. Alas, it is difficult to calculate!”

“Yes,” Cambrona had said, laughing. “So just give each one of them a death penalty. That would be fair.”

Sui Xiong had nodded again and again. He had totally agreed with Cambrona.

Later, he had sentenced all members of Isis to death. This decision had been influenced by the words of Cambrona.

Cambrona was a fat man who was also kind; he smiled all day. After work, he often ran to pick up his wife. He never thought that his words could decide the fate of tens of thousands of people.