Chapter 875:

His hands and feet were bound. The restraints, laced with toxins, drained what little strength he had left.

He could not change. He could not run. He could not fight.

And the people? They were relentless.

“Scum!”

“Evil devil!”

“May your soul rot in the nine hells!”

Their hatred was a chorus, hot as the sun beating down on him.

step was a reminder of how far he had fallen—from Great Lord to this,

death lightly. But this public disgrace was far

“You deserve justice of the people!” she

his cheek, hot and reeking of

snarl, to bare his fangs. But all that came out was

of food. Deprived of blood. Exhausted

barrier between order and chaos was thin. Twice already mobs had tried to hurl themselves at him during this wretched procession,

“Give him to us!”

“Hand him over!”

to die

a soldier shouted, trying to hold

But then it happened.

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