Execution platform.
This was the only place in the once aristocratic city that could be described as bloody.
The noble council of the Golden Age would execute erring nobles here.
The emperor is subject to the same laws as the common people.
Even nobles were subject to the law, and those who committed crimes had to pay the corresponding price.
At least... the nobles used to strictly enforce this rule, and at least ten dukes were executed here.
However, this place has not been used for a long time.
Not to mention high-ranking nobles like dukes, even barons and knights haven't set foot here for many years.
It's not that all the nobles of this era were exemplary; it's just that they didn't receive the judgment they deserved.
In this day and age, there is an unspoken rule among the nobility.
"Nobles do not make mistakes."
Even if nobles break the law or commit heinous crimes, they will not be sentenced to death; at most, they will have to pay some money to resolve the matter.
In Jaslin's memory, the execution platform in the noble city was more of a symbolic place than a practical one.
However, when he saw the crowd kneeling on the execution platform, he knew...
Today, this place is definitely not a tourist attraction.
Blood will surely be shed here!
Unlike the nervous Jia Silin, Ning Feng glanced casually at the execution platform, then turned and walked to the other side.
Not far from the execution platform, there was a deliberately cleared open space filled with a group of people standing solemnly.
There were dozens of corpses covered with cloth.
From the solemn expressions on those people's faces, Jasmine knew the identities of the corpses; they were warriors from the Prophet Society who had died in this riot.
Despite thorough preparations, casualties still occurred during the sudden battle.
Seventy-two people.
This is not the first time such a tragedy has occurred.
Since that day ten years ago, the Prophet's Society has no longer maintained its legendary record of zero casualties.
They began to suffer deaths and injuries, just like everyone else.
But this did not cause the Prophet's Council to collapse, nor did it even lead to any unrest.
Because the Prophet is still ahead of them!
And finally, they could begin to share the burden on his shoulders, no longer just pitiful creatures under his protection.
Just as they swore.
The prophet is the sword the prophet points forward, and the shield that protects the prophet from behind.
They did it willingly.
The crowd parted silently in front of Ning Feng, all watching the prophet slowly approach.
Standing before the bodies of the soldiers who had perished in the riot, Ning Feng gazed at them silently.
"You did a great job."
Their gazes were gentle and calm, as if they were still alive.
"I am proud of you."
As if conversing with his departed companions, Ning Feng's gaze swept across each of their faces, etching their features into his heart.
He said:
"As I promised, I will continue to lead you forward."
"I will be the only one ahead of you."
After saying that, he turned and walked towards the execution platform.
This time, she couldn't keep up and stayed where she was, watching him walk away.
Step by step toward the execution platform
Although she couldn't see Ning Feng's face, Jia Silin somehow sensed emotion from his back.
He seemed somewhat sad.
But beyond that sadness, there was something else that Jasmine couldn't quite grasp.
It resembled anger, but compared to anger, it was somewhat too calm.
Was he angry?
Is it anger over the deaths of those people?
Under the watchful eyes of the Prophets, the Silver Alliance, the captured descendants of the Golden Nobles, and the shadows lurking in the dark, Ning Feng stood firm on the execution platform.
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He looked around, then looked up at the sky one last time before calmly lowering his head again.
Dongdong.
Thorn-tipped his staff and tapped it lightly, silencing the sounds in the square, leaving only the crackling of flames burning in the distance.
He said:
"From this moment forward, the aristocracy of the Golden Age will completely withdraw from the stage of history."
The golden age has come to an end.
Whether they were the desperate nobles or the Silver Alliance members who managed to side with someone at the last minute, they were all somewhat at a loss.
The aristocracy will also become a thing of the past.
Everything they held dear was destroyed at this moment.
"But the glory belonging to the nobility has not disappeared."
!!
Countless people raised their eyes, looking incredulously at the prophet on the high platform.
“I accepted the loyalty of the Silver Alliance, and they officially became part of the Prophets.”
Jaslin: !!!
With her mouth slightly open, Jasmine hadn't expected the prophet to announce it to the world at this moment.
"The aristocratic system is backward, but it is not entirely without merit."
"I hope you can remember the beliefs you hold onto at this moment, and not degenerate into the kind of people you despise the most."
He smiled and released the scepter from his hand.
The scepter did not fall; instead, the thorns on it suddenly came to life, then grew and spread rapidly!
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Blood-red thorns grow rampant, silencing sinners, piercing their flesh, and thirsting for their blood.
Whether they were original members of the Prophet's Guild or newcomers to the still wavering Silver Alliance, everyone present was deeply shocked!
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