Chapter 68: Execution

"Your Majesty, noble lords, ministers..."

Aaron looked around the room and chuckled, "I require a candlestick."

Anthony II nodded, "Give it to him!"

Lord Dean stepped forward and handed over a golden candlestick.

Aaron took it, snapped his fingers, and lit the candle; a chorus of gasps erupted, though only Prince Xien curled his lip in disdain, seemingly convinced it was some sort of trick.

"I am not only a Fire Mage, but I am also well-versed in Flame Divination, and I can see the future of each person within the flames..."

Aaron announced with a smile.

"Is that so? Then have you seen my future?"

Prince Xien said contemptuously, "If you are wrong, I shall have your head."

"Of course, I have seen it."

Aaron stared at the candlelight, his eyes calm and indifferent as he said, "You will be scorched by flames, scorched until you die!"

"Bastard!"

"Seize him!"

No sooner had the roars of Prince Xien and the Queen faded than Aaron snapped his fingers.

Snap!

A mass of pitch-black flames suddenly emerged from the void, landing on Prince Xien and burning fiercely.

"Ah!"

Prince Xien screamed, instantly turning into ashes.

The intense heat curled the hair of the noblewomen nearby.

This scene left everyone at the banquet stunned, momentarily forgetting how to move.

"Ahhh!"

At this moment, Vivian finally recovered from her terror and screamed, "Aaron! He is Aaron Sotos! The Green Forest Earl, Aaron Sotos!"

"Guards!"

The once-magnificent dance was drowned out by successive screams.

The crowd dissolved into countless chaotic currents, and one could hear the roar of Anthony II: "Guards!!!"

A torrent of iron-clad soldiers surged in, while Dean drew his longsword to guard His Majesty the King.

Aaron merely waved his hand, and Dean was pierced by countless root spikes growing from the ground and flung aside.

"Witchcraft?"

The Queen screamed, her voice sharp enough to pierce eardrums.

She looked pleadingly toward those few Mysterious ones rumored to be powerful, but the witches and their ilk only stared at the scene with mouths agape, seemingly stunned as well.

"Your Majesty the King, this is my first time having an audience with you..."

Aaron seemed not to see the guards filling the room or the Archers holding crossbows, and said indifferently, "Your Information Minister Feili presented a bloody banquet to Sotos Castle; in return, I shall present a grander bloody feast to you!"

"Kill him!"

Countless arrows were fired, only to be blocked by walls of animated soil and rock that suddenly emerged from the ground.

Boom!

Above the ground, earthen spikes emerged, piercing the armor and bodies of the guards...

The entire banquet was instantly shrouded in blood!

More tree roots emerged, resembling cross-shaped wooden frames, hanging Anthony II, his Queen, the ministers, and the important high nobles upon the crosses one by one.

"Green Devil!"

"Green Devil!"

The survivors screamed, as if seeing the nightmare of a lifetime.

In just an instant, the royal elite guard was nearly wiped out, and those remaining fled, casting aside their honor, wanting only to get far away from that devil!

The noble guests made fools of themselves.

Those targets not specifically attended to also collapsed on the ground, unable to move.

They seemed to see a tall Green Banyan Tree, its aerial roots like snakes, devouring the vitality of every corpse.

This was a form of mental shock brought about by the crushing of Spirituality.

It could even be seen as mental pollution.

"Prime Minister!"

Aaron walked up to an old man and thrust a wooden pyramid into him; it did not strike a vital organ, but the old man still let out a miserable shriek.

"Information Minister!"

He looked at the next fat man, who had no beard, and drove two wooden nails into the hands of Caston, causing the fat man to weep and soil himself.

"As Information Minister, Feili counts as your subordinate, so you shall enjoy special treatment... death by continuous blood loss."

Then, Aaron turned his gaze toward King Anthony II.

"Spare me, spare me!"

This King, who possessed an artistic temperament, was now pale, looking no better than an ordinary man.

"Since the war has begun, how could it end so easily?"

Aaron sighed and likewise drove a wooden nail into Anthony II.

He looked like a high-and-mighty monarch, gazing at the few survivors like Vivian: "The King is dead, and the direct bloodline of the kingdom shall be completely severed... Miss Vivian!"

Vivian, who had not yet been harmed, stood like a wooden statue, tears rolling down like pearls.

"Congratulations, perhaps you shall ascend the throne to become Queen."

The Purple Bauhinia Duke already had a very close blood relation to the Royal Family, and with the old Duke and his heir both fighting on the front lines, I fear the probability of death is very high.

Next, perhaps Vivian could truly become queen.

"Now, you may tell the entire kingdom my conditions for a ceasefire, if the kingdom still exists afterward... I want the entire North, I want an indemnity of one million Nars, and hmm, once I obtain these, I will lead my army back... If the above conditions are not met within one month, I will trample every one of your noble territories to the ground."

According to the previous plan, it is unrealistic for Green Forest to swallow the entire kingdom at this time.

Being able to cede territory, pay indemnities, and slowly digest it would be quite good.

As for future matters, they must still be left to the descendants to decide.

In the magnificent banquet hall.

The Information Minister, the Finance Minister, the Prime Minister, and the various great nobles and the King were all wailing, continuously losing blood, their voices gradually becoming low.

Those minor nobles and less important female relatives were each like they had suffered a mental breakdown, collapsing limply onto the ground, with some even emitting a foul stench from their lower bodies.

Without a doubt, everything that happened at this banquet would turn into their eternal nightmare, tormenting them for a lifetime, and perhaps even causing them to suffer from some kind of mental illness.

Aaron poured himself a glass of wine, slowly watched Anthony II die completely, and then, he walked in front of the witch trio.

"My lord... my lord... please forgive our previous rudeness."

The witch, along with the old man and the middle-aged man, knelt and begged for mercy, trembling: "We are just humble swindlers..."

"I am not a bloodthirsty person."

Aaron said words that no one believed at all: "I am telling you, witch... the soup you brew should have more salt, then cinnamon, cloves, cardamom, orange peel, red wine, and finally add pasta; perhaps it could become a delicious dish, let's call it—Witch Soup Pasta, hahaha..."

After saying this, he left the palace without looking back.

Originally, even if he couldn't sneak in, he had intended to just kill his way in, so walking out was completely effortless.

The bloody hall remained in dead silence.

After a long while, a guard outside finally gathered the courage to enter, and looking at the corpses of the King and high officials nailed to crosses, he let out a scream that seemed to Rend his throat, his face twisted because of it: "Ahhh! His Majesty is dead..."