holy country.
This is the hardest-hit area where the ice hell broke out.
Although many monsters have been cleaned up, snow and ice remain.
The climate is also gradually changing.
night time.
slums.
Those who should rest, rest.
There was freezing rain, and the cold wind howled through the deserted low streets.
The road was wet and slippery, and there were hardly any people there.
On a night like this, even the robbery couldn't find a target.
Those gang members retreated to nightclubs, casinos, and bars, and got drunk one by one.
In a cul-de-sac in a slum, suddenly a new, shiny machine appears.
It looks like a vending machine, and a bit like a large game console.
The whole body of the machine is pitch black, with a big "1" painted on the side.
Willpower Judgment Machine.
It has changed slightly.
Inside a layer of transparent glass, there are plenty of cans, snacks, and tightly-packed ready-to-eat lunch boxes.
For those poor people who are hungry, this is undoubtedly a timely help.
In the past few minutes, two groups of homeless and poor people have violently damaged it, trying to smash the glass and get the food inside.
But the machine is intact.
The homeless men were all lying on the ground, moaning incessantly.
When they helped each other to leave, a group of half-grown children appeared on the corner of the street.
"Look, they can't break that food machine," said one kid.
"Let's go, maybe today's dinner depends on it." Another child said.
They surrounded the pitch-black Willpower Judgment Machine.
The sabotage and attacks begin.
Whenever they make a fierce attack, they must also suffer the same damage.
After a while, they were lying on the ground like the previous two groups of homeless people.
The Judgment of Will is still intact.
"What the hell is this thing?"
A half-grown boy rubbed his stomach and said bitterly.
None of his accomplices spoke, each of them only cared about the pain.
The wish force trial machine suddenly made a rumbling sound.
"Although you were rude before, since you have sent an inquiry, I will tell you."
A burst of passionate music sounded.
"The gods of Huangquan showed great mercy and created me in order to satisfy the wishes of all living beings."
"Yes, I am the great entertainer of the gods."
"I am the cruel wish power trial machine!"
There was silence.
The children looked at each other.
The machine can talk!
And it is obviously different from the general electronic language.
It seems to have a sense of self.
In the dark night, such a thing appeared inexplicably.
This is really a bit weird.
This group of children from the slums stood up silently, supported each other, and staggered.
Whatever it is, it's best to stay away from it.
They made up their minds and walked faster than usual.
However, the little boy who fell at the end did not give up, and said bitterly: "Since you are the mercy of God, then take out your things and give us to eat."
"I'm sorry," the wishing trial machine rumbled, "there is no free lunch in the world."
hell!
The little boy gritted his teeth and asked, "Then what can you do?"
"Reach justice! Judgment of evil! As long as you have such a wish, I can do it for you." Wish Force Judgment Machine said.
The little boy was stunned.
He is only eleven years old this year, but his family has no money for him to learn a skill, and there is no way to pave his way for him.
Only his grandma is left at home, and she is seriously ill in bed.
So he wandered the streets, meeting some of the same fellows, and stealing as a source of income.
"So, you are a very high-tech thing." The little boy concluded.
"Using your words, I can actually be regarded as a black technology." Wish Force Judgment Machine said.
The little boy's companion came back and tried to pull him away.
The little boy said angrily: "Shit! If you are really black technology, kill Max if you have the guts."
Max is the gangster in this neighborhood.
He has the final say on all drug dealing, human trafficking, robbery and murder, and market occupation.
The parents of this group of children have all suffered from this person, and some even paid the price with their lives.
The little boy is just an orphan.
His father, an unyielding straight man, was found by Max to kill him, and his mother was sold.
The wish force trial machine said: "I can't kill an innocent person casually."
The children burst into laughter when they heard this.
"No... innocent..."
"Hahaha, Max is innocent, that's the funniest joke I've heard this year."
"There is something wrong with the intelligent settings of this machine."
There was deep disappointment in the little boy's eyes.
"But!" said the Willpower Judgment Machine, "If you are willing to let him stand trial, and after the trial you find that he is a villain, I will find a way to kill him."
"Would you like me to judge him?"
"Of course!" the little boy shouted.
His companions also said: "Yes! Yes!"
"Okay, please donate your blood." Willing Force Judgment Machine said.
All around was quiet.
The Vow Force Judgment Machine explained: "The blood of all living beings is stained with thin Vow Power, and only Vow Power can drive this machine."
"Go, this is a weird thing." The little boy's companion said.
They took the little boy and left here quickly.
The street corner was quiet again.
Not long after.
The little boy stood in front of the wish power trial machine again.
He wiped the rain from his face and asked, "Can justice really be done?"
"Yes, as long as you donate your blood." The Trial Machine said.
"How much?"
"I guess you are dealing with a criminal, so the ultimate judgment must be launched."
"How much?"
"As I just said, a lot of blood will be needed, because the blood contains sporadic wishes."
"How much?" The little boy was trembling all over, his eyes full of longing.
In the sad and dark fate, the little boy is so eager for a glimmer of light-although it may be a prank, he is willing to try it.
A beam of light was emitted from the Willpower Judgment Machine, sweeping across the bony body of the little boy.
After a long time, the Willing Power Judgment Machine let out a sigh.
"You are our first customer in the whole world, so you only need a symbolic drop of blood," it said.
The little boy breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I am willing to shed this drop of blood!"
"You are a great boy who dares to fight against evil. Now, press your palm on the black area on my left."
"is that so?"
"Right, that is it."
"-alright!"
The little boy withdrew his hand and put it in front of his eyes for a closer look.
No wounds.
It seems that I didn't feel anything just now.
Indeed, just a drop of blood.
Even a little boy who has been hungry all day can bear it.
The Willpower Judgment Machine let out a burst of roar.
"Ah, I got the first drop of blood!" it said in a low voice.
"Dear customer, please tell us the sinner you want to judge and his identity."
The little boy shouted expectantly: "Max, the boss of the gangster, Max!"
The wish force trial machine made a rumbling sound.
"The trial is about to begin."
It stated in a solemn tone.
"Because it is an opening trial, it needs to be treated with caution."
"Searching for the way of trial in this world."
"In this world, the most cool trial method has been found."
"The global optical brain projection will be adopted soon, and the trial site will be broadcast live."
"The presiding judge of this world is being selected."
"In this world, the most terrifying judge has been found."
"Invite the Killing Clown to make a guest appearance at the opening trial."
"Pay the price accordingly."
"The Killing Clown has agreed."
"Next, the trial begins!"
On the entire planet, all the instruments that can display images are all lit up at this moment.
The scene of the Killing Clown's trial of the Eternal Champion reappeared before the eyes of all human beings.
Wearing a cold and stiff smiling clown mask, a pitch-black battle armor, and a pair of black light wings on the back.
The Killing Clown came out of the darkness, just as a spotlight shone on it.
The clown put his palm upright next to his mouth and whispered, "I found a new job."
It looked around nervously, and it took a long time to let out a long breath.
He took out a crumpled note from nowhere, and the Killing Clown spread it out, reading: "Then, tonight's guest is—Max, Max of the Holy Kingdom!"
The clown began clapping in earnest.
Suddenly a person appeared beside it.
Comb back hair, wearing a black vest, hooked nose, black beard, holding a glass of wine in his hand.
Mob boss, Max.
When Max appeared suddenly, he was obviously taken aback.
"Kill the clown..." He looked at the clown, swallowing hard.
Max reached for something in his arms.
In the next second, he seemed to realize what kind of existence he was facing.
His hands froze, and a smile appeared on his face: "What do you want, Your Excellency?"
The Killing Clown grabbed his hand and held it.
The clown said: "Congratulations, I really want to chat with you for a while, but our live broadcast time is limited, and there are no advertisers to sponsor us, so now we start the trial directly."
"Max's wonderful life is about to begin, please watch it!"
The screen changes.
All the evil things Max has done in his life appear on the screen one after another.
Fighting, robbery, murder, trafficking in women and children, collecting protection fees, taking drugs and selling drugs, opening casinos, cheating, and destroying people's families.
Those heinous atrocities, those heinous and inhuman crimes appeared on the screen one after another.
Each scene lasts for a few seconds, explaining the whole story of a crime to people.
It took several minutes before the picture on the light curtain completely disappeared.
The Killing Clown and Max appeared again in front of everyone.
The killing clown let go of the opponent's hand, and said, "Select according to Mr. Max's crimes, and we have found a classical punishment that suits him."
Five ropes flew out and wrapped around Max's hands, feet, and neck.
The rope was quickly tied into a dead knot.
The other end of the rope, plunged into the darkness, with no end in sight.
"Damn it, what the hell is going on." Max struggled.
The more he struggled, the tighter the five ropes became.
The five ropes became more and more stretched until finally Max could hardly move any more.
He was in a "big" shape and was caught in the air by the rope.
"Now, time is up to everyone." The killing clown said.
"Please start voting."
"Those who agree with Max's death, please spend a drop of blood to cast him to death."
"Oh, yes, of course you can vote more."
As soon as the killing clown finished speaking, a row of red numbers appeared on Max's chest.
Below the red number is a stopwatch that hasn't moved yet.
Killing Clown commented: "Every 1 point increase in the red number means that someone spent a drop of blood, wishing Mr. Max's death."
"Within three minutes, the red number reaches one million, and Mr. Max will receive the classic punishment of car shattering."
"Then now, the timer begins!"
The stopwatch immediately started beating.
In reality, a line of prompts appeared in front of everyone.
"Are you willing to use blood to decide the death of gang boss Max?"
Some people were vigilant and ignored the willing trial machine.
But more people don't think so.
Max was full of crimes in his life and committed countless outrageous crimes. Any ordinary person would be filled with righteous indignation after seeing it.
There are always people who don't know him, and they are not stingy with spending a drop of blood to cast him to death.
all around the world.
"Bah! Such a scumbag, really deserve to die!"
"Old man, calm down."
"Calm down, anyway, I have lived to such a great age, even if the killing clown wants to kill me, I don't care."
"I want to donate blood!"
another place.
A man persuaded: "Honey, calm down, don't talk to the Killing Clown, it's a terrifying monster."
His wife's eyes were red, and she said: "Fart! This Max is too hateful. I don't care how many people he ruined. I want a drop of blood!"
As she spoke, she donated a drop of blood.
After thinking about it, she was still not reconciled.
Facing the line of words in the void, she asked, "I want to offer some more, is that okay?"
That line of words changed into a new line of words: "Of course, you can donate as much as you want."
"I will donate another ten drops of blood!"
Fuxi Palace.
"Your Majesty, it seems a bit dangerous for you to do this." A minister persuaded.
"It's okay, I know about killing clowns, this is very interesting, let me try it."
"I'll donate twenty drops of blood for Max's death."
Queen Varona said the above words as if she had discovered some novel toy.
holy country.
Gangster Casino.
A man who looked like a boss said: "It turned out to be Max. It just so happens that the last revenge has not been avenged. Everyone donate blood."
"Boss, aren't you afraid this is a trap?" one of his subordinates asked.
"The world has become like this. There is nothing to be afraid of. Besides, although the killing clown is terrifying, he has never touched civilians. You should pay attention to this."
As the gang boss spoke, he donated a drop of blood.
"You donate too."
"yes!"
Those who know Max and those who don't know Max have made a decision at this moment.
Not to mention that in the entire slum, there are not a few people who hate Max.
Many people chose blood on the spot.
The red numbers start to grow rapidly.
In just twenty seconds, a million drops of blood had already accumulated.
This is just the beginning.
People found that after donating a drop of blood, it did not affect themselves.
More bystanders began to participate in this matter.
The number representing blood keeps growing.
Three minutes passed quickly.
time up.
"Twenty seconds to complete the accumulation of a million drops of blood."
"Three minutes, eighty-nine million drops of blood."
"It's a touching scene, everyone is so enthusiastic about the death of others." The killing clown exclaimed.
"Mr. Max, you've got amazing approval ratings and won a shattered sentence."
"Please enjoy, I will not disturb."
After the killing clown finished speaking, the whole person was hidden in the darkness.
Only Max was left at the scene.
The ropes wrapped around his arms, ankles, and head quickly tightened.
In the next second, a huge and irresistible force came from the rope, making the hearts of all watching people tense.
"Ahhh!"
Max let out a scream.
It takes a lot of effort to chop off a person's head and limbs, let alone slow pulling.
The pain suffered by the prisoners can be imagined.
It took a full ten seconds.
Crash!
Blood gushed like a fountain.
Five ropes carried Max's hands, feet and head into the darkness.
Only Max's body remained in place.
This corpse has no head, no hands, no feet, it is Max who was split to death by a car.
All he had left was his torso.
"The first trial is over." The wish force trial machine said.
"The trial spent one million vows, and the remaining vows are an auspicious number—eighty-eight million."
"Because of the extra willpower obtained, this machine will be used to solve the problems left by Max."
"All his property will be converted into credits and distributed to those who have been framed by him according to the degree of damage."
"This trial is over, please look forward to the next trial."
All the light curtains are automatically turned off, and the projection equipment of the entire planet returns to normal.
The trial is over.
The little boy stood in front of the trial machine.
"Max is really dead?" he asked.
"Yes, he has already gone to hell to report." The Willpower Judgment Machine replied.
"Is this real? It can't be a dream." The little boy asked in disbelief.
"Of course it's not a dream. I converted a credit and deposited it in the Holy Kingdom Bank in the name of you and your mother. The password is eight eights."
"Next - please turn around and face the back."
The little boy turned around.
His mother was standing behind him, wiping tears while watching him tenderly.
"Mother!"
The little boy threw himself into his mother's arms.