The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 455 - 297: Humanity Never Submits

Chapter 455: Chapter 297: Humanity Never Submits

The Upper City’s unprecedented and thorough cleansing was undoubtedly the most attention-grabbing event in the Royal City during this period.

Every day, the streets and alleys of the Royal City bustled with discussions about who was arrested, who was found guilty, and who was sentenced to the extreme penalty.

Located at the East Great City Gate, Silver Cross Street had become the busiest street in the Royal City, packed with people every day, and at dusk, countless individuals gathered here, eagerly awaiting the spectacle.

They were all there to witness the execution of the once high-and-mighty figures of the Royal City by the Black Death penalty.

The condemned were confined in sturdy Black Iron prison carts, their bodies shackled with silver chains and fetters.

The prison carts were pulled out of the City Gate at dusk, placed unprotected in the Black Fog, and then dragged back the following dusk.

By that time, these slick, well-fed individuals had transformed into blackened, red-eyed, twisted-faced monsters with various deformed limbs or pustules.

The Executioner would then behead them.

Their bodies, like those of monsters, turned into black ash, and the fallen ashes also contained some malformed clumps.

They looked wet and sticky, like a lump of tumor that had been chopped off.

This was undifferentiated Monster Ash.

They had been brutally corrupted into monsters, many changes bizarre and incomplete. The ash was saturated with intense Pollution and had no value.

The Executioner would smash it with a broadsword and burn it to ashes before flushing it into the sewers, thus completing the entire Black Death penalty process.

Frankly, Rod thought it was quite cruel.

But the onlooking crowd didn’t think so; they clapped and cheered, celebrating the removal of another human cancer.

Indeed, apart from the King and his ilk, it was these commoners who desired the Trolian Kingdom’s everlasting strength most of all.

Only a powerful human nation could shelter such lower-class citizens in this Dark World.

Therefore, they also deeply detested those who held high positions, enjoyed countless resources, yet undermined humanity’s foundation.

Watching these people receive the extreme penalty was one of the few things that made them feel hope and light in this endless darkness.

It also greatly undermined the fertile ground for Doomsday believers to thrive.

Seeing these fine people turn into such ugly beings after a stroll in the Black Fog made few continue to believe their utterances about "co-existing with the Black Fog" or "evolving into a new species adapted to the Black Fog."

And for those big and small figures in the Trolian Royal City, it was also a powerful deterrent.

The outcome of crossing the line chilled everyone to the bone.

As the punishments proceeded, the atmosphere within the Royal City visibly improved at a speed observable to the naked eye.

Corruption that had accumulated in the enormous Royal City over the decades was swiftly purged, and the recently emerging trend of isolative defense and hedonistic indulgence was instantly dispersed.

Rod knew that in such a society, the upper class’s conduct greatly influenced the lower class’s behavior. The principle that if the upper beam isn’t straight, the lower beam will be crooked applies here.

Now, with the source of such upper-class behavior cleansed, the lower-class atmosphere was bound to improve significantly.

The millennia-old Trolian Royal City was rejuvenated once more, like dead wood meeting spring or an old tree blossoming anew.

In this renewed atmosphere, everyone was energized, and they all worked feverishly. A vast quantity of combat materials was gathered, and every major workshop operated at full capacity, several times more efficient than before.

Unnecessary production had been halted, and everything was being prepared for the upcoming war.

Every individual felt incredibly fulfilled and joyful.

Even Rod couldn’t help but beam with joy when the First Elder, Amendo, transferred the Executioner’s authority to him.

The Black Death penalty and all that – simply fantastic!

The only minor disappointment was that a small group of people was released due to insufficient evidence.

That was unavoidable since the Book of the Past wasn’t omnipotent. Some historical images had been erased and could no longer be traced.

However, because of their involvement, they underwent rigorous investigations.

Their original positions were suspended, and their properties were swept away by Rod.

Speaking of this, it was what made Rod the happiest.

After he presented those Recording Crystals, the theft, of course, was certainly his doing.

But no one mentioned it; there was an unspoken understanding throughout the Royal City.

After the trials, the materials taken were officially ignored, and theft was directly archived and closed.

These assets naturally became Rod’s property.

The vast amount made him reach a point where he had no interest in money, so he handed his money bag to Molly; he no longer needed to touch money himself.

Molly, suddenly receiving such a huge surprise, nearly lost her perennially serious composure.

With such a significant sum, Star Town could develop even faster. Molly had resolved to turn it into the central town on the Trolian Kingdom’s western front.

Key to achieving this was the joint invention by Rod and the Mechanical Research Institute – the Spiritual Energy Elevator.

Molly had drawn Inspiration from the model of the Underground City.

If they had Spiritual Energy elevators, they could build much higher structures.

The same area could accommodate dozens or even hundreds of times more people.

Thus, Star Town could house many more residents.

This was exactly what the entire Trolian Kingdom most eagerly desired – sending the population to Star Town had become the panacea for all problems faced by the governing officials.