Chapter 1113 The Trial of the King

When the noisy sound reached the crow's ears, it simply glanced at those people with an extremely indifferent look, and then no longer paid any attention to them.

At this moment, its gaze had passed through the crowd and was fixed directly on the king at the back.

"You are a man who has committed heinous crimes against the people of your country. Today is the day for your final judgment!"

The crow's voice seemed to come from the Netherworld, cold and majestic.

"You bold lunatic! How dare you speak so arrogantly!" The king shouted angrily upon hearing this. Although he was already feeling a little scared, when he realized that the other party was threatening to judge him, the innate aura of a king instantly gushed out, and his tone immediately became rough and sharp: "I am the king of a country! The supreme being on this land! Who do you think you are, you ignorant fellows? What qualifications do you have to judge me!"

However, just as the king finished his words, there was a sharp "whoosh" sound, and a black lightning rushed towards him like a gust of wind.

Looking closely, it turned out to be a coal crow as black as ink, which swooped down at the king at lightning speed.

Its sharp claws grabbed the king's shoulders like an iron hook, and then it pressed him to the ground with its powerful strength!

"Help! Come and save me!!!" The king, who was caught off guard and severely injured, was terrified and shouted for help at the top of his lungs.

Seeing this, the ministers gathered around were all horrified and rushed towards the king like a swarm of bees.

However, before they got close, countless equally black coal crows suddenly flew over from behind.

These crows came in such overwhelming numbers that it was simply staggering.

They were like a black whirlwind, and in the blink of an eye they had subdued all the ministers who rushed forward to rescue!

For a moment, the whole scene fell into chaos and panic...

The crow walked slowly towards them with steady and powerful steps.

Its cold and merciless eyes, like two rays of cold light, stared at the king who was pressed heavily to the ground and unable to move.

The crow bent down slightly, stretched out his hand as hard as steel, and effortlessly lifted the king from the ground, as if he was lifting an insignificant object.

"Please spare me! As long as you let me go, I can immediately appoint you as an official! No, no, no... I will give you countless treasures and invaluable treasures! And countless gold! No matter what you want, I will give it to you without hesitation!"

The king pleaded loudly in horror, tears flowing uncontrollably from his eyes, intertwining with his coal-ash-covered face, making his originally noble image instantly become extremely ridiculous.

However, in the face of the king's desperate plea for mercy, the crow just responded coldly: "I don't need these things. My only request is that you redeem the sins you have committed to this country."

Before he could finish his words, the crow grabbed the king tightly and strode outside without looking back.

Along the way, the king struggled desperately with all his strength, trying to break free from the crow's iron-like grip.

But all these efforts were in vain. The power of the crow was far beyond his imagination. No matter how he resisted, he could not change his current predicament.

When they finally reached the balcony, Crow stopped and looked past the chaotic battlefield in front of him to the people and horses fighting fiercely below.

At that moment, a barely perceptible trace of sadness flashed in the crow's eyes.

Then, the crow took a deep breath, gathered all his inner strength and shouted loudly: "I have successfully captured the king!"

"Everyone, stop it immediately!!!" Along with this deafening roar, the soldiers on both sides who were originally killing each other stopped their actions at the same time, turned around and looked in the direction where the voice came from.

When everyone looked closely, they saw that the crow had firmly grasped the king with his right hand and was holding him high above his head.

At this time, Crow was wearing a black cloak, which fluttered in the wind. He exuded a terrifying majesty, as if he was a judge who had descended from the sky, and people dared not look directly at him.

"The king has really been captured!" I don't know who shouted this sentence first, it was like a thunder exploding on the battlefield, instantly igniting the panic and chaos in the soldiers' hearts.

"What should we do now?" someone shouted in horror, his voice trembling like a candle in the wind.

"Should we continue fighting?" Others' words were filled with confusion and helplessness.

The originally fierce fighting on the battlefield suddenly became tense and weird because the king was captured.

The soldiers looked at each other, whispering and talking to each other in confusion.

However, in stark contrast, the Revolutionary Army was in jubilation. When they saw with their own eyes that the Crows had successfully captured the King alive, their excitement surged like a tidal wave.

"So cool, Captain!" A member of the revolutionary army was so excited that his face turned red, and he waved his weapon and shouted loudly.

"It's incredible that one person could go deep into the enemy camp alone and capture the enemy's king so easily!" Another person echoed, with admiration in his eyes.

In this revolutionary army, there are not only brave and fearless fighters, but also many ordinary people from this country. At this moment, when they saw the king who was usually high and mighty become a prisoner, their long-suppressed anger finally found an outlet.

Then, shouts rose one after another: "Execute him! Execute this tyrant!"

For a moment, the entire square was filled with all kinds of noisy sounds, cursing, cheering, questioning...it was a mess.

At this moment, the loud and penetrating voice of the crow came again: "Everyone be quiet!"

His roar was like a magic needle that stabilized the noisy scene, instantly freezing it.

Everyone subconsciously stopped making noise and turned their eyes to the crow.

His face was stern, his eyes were sharp, and he exuded an awe-inspiring aura.

Seeing that everyone had quieted down, the crow nodded with satisfaction, then suddenly pushed the king in his hand forward.

The king staggered a few steps in embarrassment and almost fell to the ground.

At this time, he had long lost his former majesty, his face was as pale as paper, and beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down his forehead.