Synthetic Survivor: Machine Age - Chapter 126

One heard what William whispered. Of course he would, he had sharp ears. He heard whatever the people were saying even beyond the inner walls. His systems were now back on duty. Thanks to the energy he was given when he was attacked by purification mages, he was ever more powerful.

The executions proceeded as planned. The rest of the nobles were brought onto the platform and the crowd would cheer on their inevitable deaths. Some of the noble swore brave enough to scold the people, one of which named himself, ‘Sir Wilford,’

However, One was annoyed with his continuous scolding of the peasantry.

He literally gave One no attention even though he walked in front of him and stared at him directly. The noble was smug, too smug.

But One smiled. He took a liking with the noble’s smugness and decided to exploit it.

He had all the nobles lined up and Sir Wilfred was placed at the very end of the line. On the opposite end, the execution started via an axe to the nape of their necks.

A dull axe.

The nobles screamed and the people cheered after each hack and each growl that came out of the dying nobles.

As the dull axe drew nearer, the smug Sir Wilfred began a barrage of insults that he hurled at the peasantry and the soldiers that stood alongside them.

One sensed their patience running thin and they would very much want to kill him with his own hands.

One had the guards hold them back.

Just as Sir Wilfred’s turn came, the crowds roared in excitement.

“Kill him! Kill him!” They shouted. The other guards with spears began pounding the ground in unison with their spears in tune with the chants of the peasantry.

But One raised his hand just as the executioner was about to strike.

William shouted for the executioner to halt.

The crowds went silent.

“Remove his chains and put him in the middle of the platform,” One said.

William and Jorn walked up to Wilfred and unchained him. He tried to fight but was immediately subdued by Jorn. They then dragged him across the platform to where One wanted him to be.

The dead bodies of his fellow nobles formed a large pool of blood that that dripped through the cracks of the platform’s wooden floor.

“Leave him,” One said. William and Jorn then ran to the side.

“What do you want?” Wilfred stood and faced One.

“To entertain them,” One answered.

“You expect me to dance? You idiot!” Wilfred berated him.

As if it had any effect.

“All of you!” One shouted.

“Go get him,” One announced.

He had the guards bring down the fence and the peasants came pouring in.

“You soldiers, join the fray,” One said. The spearmen that cheered along with the peasants threw their weapons aside and ran up to the noble.

“W-wait!” Wilfred screamed as he drowned in a flood of angry men, women, even children.

To put it mildly, it was a pretty brutal execution.

“They pulled his tongue out,” Patricia said.

“Huh?! How do you know?” Wog shivered.

“My eyes can see through the crowd. One of them pulled his tongue out, the others are beating him relentlessly. But for some reason, he is still alive,” Patricia said.

Meanwhile, behind the scenes. One, William, Jorn and Toby stood in the sidelines as the angry mob pulverized Sir Wilfred.

“Toby, you alright?” William placed his hand over the mage’s shoulder.

“I-I’m fine.. but.. is this really necessary?” Toby said. He had his two hands pointed at the direction of the mob. His hands glowed yellow and two hollow circles were above his palms.

“Orders are orders,” Jorn said.

“S-still.. until when?” Toby asked.

“Until your magic can no longer sustain his vitals, that’s when you stop,” One said.

“Y-yes,” Toby said.

One ordered Toby to use his magic to constantly regenerate the damaged organs as much as he could without running out of mana. He was to continue this method until either the injuries became too much for him to handle or until the mob delivered the fatal blow.

The ordeal lasted for just shy of one hour. One hour of torture for Wilfred who was practically begging to be executed.

Wilfred’s heart finally stopped beating when one of the angry peasant girls struck him with a small knife straight in the heart. Toby’s magic couldn’t save him and he fell down to the ground, a shell of his former self.

The mob’s anger essentially faded since they were able to vent it out on the noble. Peace and order was soon restored and the executions were declared over.

One dismissed his three companions but not before appointing them to positions of power. One then walked towards the castle navigated his way through the halls and up the staircases  until he found himself where King Wog and Patricia stood.

“You executed the event, nicely,” Patricia said as she smiled.

“Your jokes are horrendous,” One said.

Patricia only giggled and blushed. One then stood by Wog’s right side as Patricia stood on Wog’s left. Together, they were the powerful trio of the new Kingdom Of Wog.

One then felt something inside his head tingle. As if he was losing blood circulation but his blood did not circulate at all.

One suspected that his drones were nearby.

But where?

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[Mission: Retrieval of One.

Objectives:

Obj 1: Secure landing site

Obj 2: Surround settlement

Obj 3: Confirm identity of unknown entity believed to be One.