The moment he issued that command, the expressions on the faces of Filo and the other three Marshalls changed drastically.
One by one, they knelt on the ground, resigned to their fate as they awaited impending death.
The paladins and sages present in the hall quickly followed suit, falling to their knees and beseeching for clemency on behalf of the four Marshalls.
“Your Majesty, Nathan has stolen our God's Punisher Spaceship, rallying the vampires and countless pirate crews to attack us. They are fierce and ruthless, and even the Grand Marshall, King William, has fallen in battle. The defeat in this battle cannot be blamed on the four Marshalls. Your Majesty, we implore you to spare their lives!”
Ever since the Divine Realm became adversaries with Earth, they had witnessed countless casualties, particularly among their elite ranks, resulting in innumerable deaths and injuries.
This was a situation they had never faced in hundreds of years.
The Divine Realm, once a hub of talent, now exhibited subtle indications of an exodus of talent, leaving a scenario in which no one could succeed the older generation.
At a time like this, if Medille were to execute the four Marshalls, it would only exacerbate the Gods' predicament.
Furthermore, the four Marshalls were pillars of the Divine Realm and enjoyed immense popularity within the clan.
Therefore, everyone knelt down, pleading for Medille to forgive the four Marshalls.
Despite all the paladins and sages in the Divine Palace kneeling and beseeching for mercy, Medille's fury had not yet abated. His resolve remained unyielding. In a cold, unwavering tone, he declared, “This defeat is unparalleled in our clan's history. The four of them have faltered in battle. If we spare them, how will we instill fear in the other soldiers? Drag them out and behead them!”
“Yes, Your Majesty!”
A group of menacing guards stormed in and was about to drag the four Marshalls out for execution.
At that very moment, a tall and graceful figure entered the grand doors of the palace with an air of composure, and in a clear voice, declared, “Wait! They must not be executed!”
Upon hearing these words, the paladins and sages in the grand hall were initially taken aback. His Majesty is so livid that even our collective pleas have proven ineffective. Who would dare to be so bold as to directly oppose His Majesty's decision to eliminate the four Marshalls?
Considering the God King's temper, anyone who dared to assert that the four Marshalls should not be executed might face the immediate consequence of being put to death on the spot.
It's over. There's no hope for the four Marshalls now.
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