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.

he had fallen—from Great Lord to this,

had never chosen death lightly. But this

lunged past the line of guards. “You deserve justice of the people!” she screamed, spitting

his cheek, hot and reeking

But all that came out was

food. Deprived of blood. Exhausted

on all sides, shielding him from the worst of the assault, but the 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

soldier shouted, trying to

But then it happened.

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