How so, it shouldn't be this kind of script.

Ignoring the unusual attention he would attract and the demeanor he cared about every day, repeating the words "it shouldn't be like this" in his heart, Shasron ran down the hallway, and the time marked on the clock was 9:49.

Nine minutes ago, there was indeed a huge explosion and the entire theater shook at that moment.

But the explosion did not take place in the theater, but in the middle of the armed walking soldiers, and in the roar that resounded throughout the city of Lüddes, at least hundreds of people returned to the Mother Goddess in earthen planes.

Shasron only learned this afterwards, and the moment the theater shook, his mind went blank and he couldn't think about it.

How is it possible?

Archaic lines squeezed out between his teeth, the wavering focus refocused on the Doric column where the bomb had been planted, a ray of reflected light reflected on the retina, and Sarslon, who understood what had happened, gritted his molars, anger and fear rolled in his throat.

Reflecting the stage light was a thin layer of ice covering the Doric columns, which froze along with the bombs hidden inside.

Who, when, and by what means did the many magicians in the theater, and the constant presence of the bomb-watching Sassron to do the job without alarming anyone?

"That she-fox!!"

From beginning to end, only one person in the theater performed the magic once, and that was the actor who played Beatrice. The golden butterflies that flutter throughout the theater are not just mimicry luminescence. Rather, it is based on "mimicry" and adds an additional technique of "semi-autonomic" to obtain a special technique of mobility. 9% of the released golden butterflies are used to obscure the magician's vision and mana senses, and at the moment when everyone is intoxicated by the fantastic scenery, the golden butterflies with the additional "freezing" technique are attached to the pillar where the bomb is placed, and the bomb is frozen for a short time, and the fuse is neutralized by ultra-low temperature.

The way he was so clean and beautiful that he couldn't help but want to admire it, for Saslone, only aroused his resentment and fear.

If each pillar is frozen. That would make Shaslon feel a little lucky. But only the pillars where the bombs were planted were frozen, which means that the other party had insight into the whole plan and knew all the details such as the placement of the bombs.

I can't stay here any longer, and I must inform my comrades quickly. And then there's General Cleion Paul - the operation failed. All activities must be immediately underground.

Saxron ran wildly down an inconspicuous path. It was a shortcut to the underground passage under the theater, and even the builders didn't know the newly excavated secret passage of the Cunzài Royal Dao Sect, so they just had to get there.

"Knight of Saxron. The show isn't over yet, where are you in a hurry?"

A group of men in black swordsman suits flashed around the corner and stopped in front of Shaslon, and the secret agents under the cardinal wrapped their front and back bags between the sweaty knights, and the swords and wands were aimed at the vital points of Shaslon's body, and the man at the head said coldly:

"Your Excellency Prime Minister has something to ask of your Excellency the Knight, and before the end of the show, I ask you to move to the Bastille and wait there for a while with your royal friends. ”

“......”

Shaslone collapsed suddenly, and his flushed face turned as gray as a dead man.

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When Shaslone was sent to the prison car, there were also more than twenty bayonets and five wands surrounding Cléon Paul, the former army chief sat in front of the desk and said nothing, the royal faction boss was disarmed at this moment, and the soldiers of Titans were so thorough that they did not even leave him a belt and a trouser belt.

Not only him, but all the backbone of the royal sect who were dragged out of their homes like dead dogs on this day enjoyed the same treatment, and under the drive of bayonets, these former high-spirited and invincible bigwigs carried their pants all the way to the Bastille under the guidance of the citizens. There, Justice Vyshinski Freisler, who presided over the "26 Rebellion Incident" appointed by Li Lin and Richelieu, will be interrogated in an all-round way, including a series of rebukes and humiliations. The justice, who had a deep personal grudge against Cléon Paul, even drew up a greeting after meeting an old friend - "Why does that shameless old thing always fiddle with your pants?"

After the investigation and evidence collection were completed, the prisoners still did not have a chance to wear their pants, and they had to stand in the dock with their pants on their shoulders to stand trial. In Charlemagne's history, they were the first defendants to be treated so brutally and humiliatingly.

There are only two kinds of sentences: Ling Chi and hanging to death. All prisoners are sentenced two hours after they are pronounced, and the execution is also public.

The Champ de Mars is racing against time to set up execution piles, a single wooden stake standing on the ground, and beams and columns hung with a whole row of meat hooks are gloomily arranged in the liveliest and most prosperous area of Lüdes. This is from Li Lin's instructions: "All conspirators should be put to death like animals, so that everyone can see the process of their death, and there is no need to show mercy."

All the tortured people will enjoy the scenery of the early blooming cherry blossoms slowly falling at a speed of 5 centimeters per second, and in a poetic atmosphere, their bodies will be dismembered into countless pieces of flesh and hung on the piano strings and swing until they take their last breath, and the suffering will not come to an end.

The ordinary soldiers who participated in the rebellion did not enjoy that kind of high-class treatment, and the rebel army holding high the banners of "respecting the king and betraying the traitor" and "serving the country with seven lives" did not have time to rush into the homes of the various assassins, and the suppression troops of Titans appeared in front of them. In the sound of neat military music, the musket infantry phalanx stepped forward, through the barrel - loading gunpowder - stepping forward - aiming - shooting - retreating - through the barrel, and the expressionless faces repeated the same movements in unison, and the repeated movements were all they had.

Whether the comrades around them are knocked to the ground by magic or crossbows, or the enemies in front of them fall in rows and rows, the survivors cry and kneel for mercy, and the precise movements of the machine will not stop. The phalanxes are like millstones of advance, without mercy, without forgiveness, without captives. Repeated shots will eliminate the one that is blocking the front. When the rebels could no longer bear this brutal slaughter and tried to flee in all directions, the light cavalry of Titans chased after them, waving their sabers up and down, and no one could escape from the rain of knives and guns.

When the slaughter of the cavalry was over, this farce-like rebellion could be regarded as a pause, but neither the scheming Richelieu nor the cunning Li Lin would have imagined that the last act of the day would be staged in a form other than bloody rain.

On the stage of the opera house, the actors looked at the men in exaggerated costumes in a daze and were speechless, and the audience under the stage was making a fool of themselves.

"Damn witch, how long are you going to fool me!Don't worry, my holy maiden~~~, I'll come to save you from hell at once!!"

As soon as the man's sensational declaration was uttered, the audience erupted in tsunami cheers again, and then in the shouts of women, surrounded by envious, contemptuous, and teasing eyes, the girl tied to the cross was subjected to the thick tenderness and sweetness flowing in the eyes of Baron Gilles de Les, the head teacher, who was more prominent than usual, and in the screams of several women with unknown meanings of "YOOOOOOOOO!", millions of alpacas ran wildly in Roland's heart. (To be continued......)

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