Gritting his teeth, Montezuma III suddenly knelt down on one knee, held Russell's right hand, lowered his head and kissed the back of his fingers. This was a symbol of surrender. Such a move by a king seemed to abandon his majesty and self-esteem.

"Your Majesty, you should know that the more this happens, the more likely they are to die."

Russell withdrew his hand expressionlessly, took out a handkerchief and wiped the back of his fingers, and said in a cold voice: "Without the Doomsday Party, the Aztec Empire would have perished long ago. You don't even have this consciousness. You disappoint me so much."

Well, it was not me who killed these soldiers, but you yourself, Your Majesty."

"You should be more fortunate. This arrogant act of training soldiers privately is intended to cause rebellion, and I just executed these soldiers to give you a small warning."

"I understand, I understand that the fault is mine alone, and they are innocent..." Montezuma III said with a pale face: "I will disperse them and let them go home, as long as they are spared their lives..."

Huna saw Montezuma III's undignified appearance, and so did the soldiers.

"His Majesty!"

The familiar voice made Montezuma III tremble, turned his head, and met the eyes of Legion Commander Custar.

Cusda looked at him and slowly shook his head, as if to remind Montezuma III of his dignity as a king.

Their eyes met, and a thousand words could be said in an instant. Custard did not remind him, but looked to the north, to his former homeland.

The next second, Cusda suddenly pulled out the dagger and inserted it diagonally into his left chest.

The sharp blade cut open the skin and pierced the heart. In just a moment, Cusda's lips turned white due to lack of blood. With trembling hands, he pulled off the bone chain from his neck and handed it to Montezuma III: "Please give me the knife."

It...brings back my tribe..."

The body fell heavily to the ground and stopped breathing. After Cusda died, the soldiers pulled out their weapons and committed collective suicide.

thump!

thump!

One body after another fell down, and Montezuma III stared blankly, his heart pounding, as if his vitality had been drained away, and his whole body grew old rapidly.

The sun shone on him, but it could not warm his heart. He finally understood the meaning of his father's words before his death.

God is too far away from them, and the devil is too close to them.

Russell killed not only Custar's group of soldiers, but also Montezuma III who wanted revenge.

My heart was ashen and cast a haze of despair.

Russell glanced at the body on the ground with disgust and left the back courtyard without looking back. Huner quickly stepped forward to help Montezuma III, but Montezuma III's body was like a puddle of mud and he could not be lifted up.

"Father! Father! Your Majesty!"

Hu Na shouted sternly: "You are the king! You are the king! Custar and the others committed suicide because they did not want you to give up the dignity of the king! That is exactly what Russell wanted to see! If you fail to recover, Custar and the others will

Die in vain!"

No matter how Hu Na persuaded him, Montezuma III did not respond and sat slumped on the ground, his eyes blank.

It was also at this time that a pair of eyes slowly poked out from the wall outside the courtyard, staring at Montezuma III. When he saw that Montezuma III had become a cripple, he retreated with satisfaction.
Chapter completed!