Therefore, Angus spared the barbarian's life for the time being, and said calmly:
"It seems you have some last words. Tell me them."
The barbarian sat on the ground, a strange glint in his eyes, and then he grinned menacingly.
“I admire your sense of justice. You have persisted in this desolate northern frontier for so many years, relying solely on this vague belief.”
"But have you ever thought that one day you might pay the price for your sense of justice?"
Angus hadn't reacted yet. He frowned, grabbed the barbarian by the neck, and stared intently at its face with his cold gaze:
What do you want to tell me?
"Cough, cough, cough."
The barbarian was gripped so tightly that he could hardly breathe and coughed a few times.
Angus only released it after he came to his senses.
The barbarian lay on the ground, coughing, and it took him several breaths to calm down.
"Let me give you some advice, my lord."
"The more precious something is, the more you should put it in the most inconspicuous place."
“You go around proclaiming your own righteousness, and even your most beloved family members support you.”
It laughed almost maniacally, its deep voice like a magic bell reaching Angus's ears:
"You always say that your enemy can never defeat you."
"But there will come a day when you overlook those precious gems of yours."
"We thieves are keeping an eye on them every second."
"Hehehehe... Remember next time, don't bring so many knights with you."
Finally, Angus silently beheaded the barbarian.
When Angus returned to the fortress, he found that the few knights guarding the northern frontier had suffered countless casualties.
The corpses of the barbarians lay scattered across the blood-stained earth.
When Angus returned home, he was greeted by a scene of destruction.
The door was torn apart, the warm fireplace collapsed, and coldness permeated the entire mansion.
The broken dining table was stained with blood, and the dismembered body lay quietly on the ground.
His wife and his son.
They all died in this barbarian invasion.
Only his eldest daughter, Kefla, escaped the ordeal because she was still in the Knights' training.
At that moment, Angus's unwavering belief in justice reached the brink of collapse.
Indeed, his sense of justice earned him the deep affection of the residents.
He protected the entire northern frontier and killed countless barbarians.
Even in this battle, Angus still emerged victorious.
He successfully destroyed the barbarian's hidden stronghold.
Even in the face of the barbarian invasion, the losses were limited to a few knights.
Of course, there was also his beloved wife and children.
However, when justice fails to protect even his closest family members, Angus begins to question it.
What meaning does this justice ultimately hold?
"To uphold justice, one must sever all emotions."
"But you can't do it, so the justice you believe in won't respond to you."
As the deep voice rang out, a dark, shadowy figure began to coil around his son's corpse.
Jash Delin twisted his small body to stand up, his eyes flashing with an empty, lifeless, chaotic light.
Angus watched helplessly as his son recovered from his shattered state.
But he knew perfectly well that the creature before him was no longer his son.
"I am a devout follower of the goddess of justice."
That's what he said to Angus.
The next moment, the entire mansion was engulfed by a violent snowstorm.
The fierce snow ripped through the sky, gradually burying the dilapidated dwelling.
Jia Xiu stretched out his small hands and gently clenched them, and a dancing flame appeared out of thin air, swaying and shining in the wind and snow.
Under Angus's desperate gaze.
Jia Xiu walked step by step toward his wife's corpse.
The disemboweled corpse, along with the unborn child, resembled a piece of dark flesh that had died inside the body.
Jaxiu bent down and placed the flame into Angus's wife's cold belly.
The fire gradually spread, engulfing the entire corpse.
The entire corpse gradually began to burn, transforming into countless burning stars that eventually scattered into the wind and snow.
Finally, in that icy, snowy landscape, came the sound of a baby crying.
Angus was stunned. His image in the snowstorm was no longer that of a war god, but that of a father who was shocked by the revival of life.
He threw down his longsword and ran madly toward the source of the orange flames.
Angus was filled with shock. He tremblingly reached out his hands and picked up the child who was covered in snow and fire.
The newborn baby girl's body was covered in ice and snow.
But when Angus held him in his arms, he felt an unparalleled warmth.
Even through the steel armor, Angus could feel the warmth emanating from the baby.
The baby's head was covered with a thin layer of white snow, the silvery snowflakes shimmering in the dark snowstorm, like a bright dawn on the distant horizon.
Angus trembled, his eyes fixed solely on the tiny infant.
Jia Xiu's childish voice echoed in his ears, leaving a burning mark amidst the wind and snow:
"Cherish it, this is a child given to you by the gods."
“Raise her into a goddess; she will inherit your justice and fulfill your unfinished wishes.”
"But you must remember this."
Jia Xiu's empty eyes flickered with a dark surge, gradually swallowing the surrounding silver light and turning into a deep chaos.
"Don't let her have any feelings."
Because absolute justice requires no emotion.
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