Chapter 245 Praying to the Goddess
Two more days passed, and it was the sixth day since the army entered the city.
Kayn had an easy time these past two days.
The officer took care of him because he had a broken hand and exempted him from labor for a few days. Every day he followed the adult soldiers to rob a few laps in the city, and he still had some free time left, hiding in a corner to read.
Yes, Kayn secretly read through the book "A Brief Account of Janna's Thoughts". He was indeed somewhat educated, so he could barely understand what was said there.
The book described a beautiful dream to him, and dreams are always desirable. But Kayn still couldn't accept it.
The pamphlet always advocated equality for all and the power of the masses, which he really couldn't understand.
Everyone is equal? The masses have power? This is not the world he sees.
What he saw was:
"Hurry up!"
In the ruined city, several fully armed Noxian soldiers were like shepherds wielding whips, driving an entire street of Ionians away from their homes.
Kayn, and a dozen of his fellow young soldiers, followed the adult soldiers like sheepdogs, helping to keep an eye on the submissive Ionians.
Even including these young soldiers, there were no more than 20 Noxian soldiers present.
These less than 20 imperial soldiers easily kept an eye on hundreds of Ionian civilians.
They ordered the Ionians to leave their homes and vacate their houses, and the Ionians did so; they ordered the Ionians to follow them and move to a camp outside the city, and they agreed with tears in their eyes.
"What a bunch of cowards..." Kayn muttered to himself.
If these hundreds of people took up arms to resist, no, even if I just waved a few times with my bare hands, I should be able to defeat them, right?
But these Ionians are so weak and spineless.
But also...
Kayn followed the team and looked at the "scenery" along the street:
There were bodies lying in the alleys and hanging from the trees. When passing by the small bridge, you could vaguely see red in the water under the bridge.
Perhaps those powerful Ionians had died in the great battle when they entered the city; those Ionians with bones also disappeared in the six days after the city was captured.
All that's left are ants, too weak and powerless to deserve death.
"Okay, here we are!"
While Kayn was thinking, the soldiers had already driven this group of Ionians out of the city and onto a large flat ground outside the city near the river.
The Ionians looked around in panic, but did not see the so-called temporary camp at all.
All they saw was the Yipu River blocking their way, and the countless armored and armed Noxians blocking their way behind them.
"Sir, sir..." Someone couldn't help but ask, "Are we there yet? Why is there nothing here?"
"What else?" The soldiers just smiled and glared back: "You still want me to work hard to build a camp for you so that you can live comfortably?"
"You guys are here to build a camp - stay still and don't run around, okay?!"
"Yes..." The citizens nodded tremblingly, and then they really carried their luggage, stayed with their families, and stood obediently on the deserted river beach, waiting for the next order from the Noxians.
Not long afterward, other Noxian teams arrived, escorting Ionians from several other blocks.
Each group had several hundred people, and as hundreds of people gathered together, there were soon several thousand Ionians on the river beach.
But the Ionians continued to gather under the escort of the soldiers, and their number was about to break through tens of thousands, or even more .
"Um, sir..." Kayn finally felt something was wrong: "If we're just building a camp, aren't there too many people coming?"
He really thought that he was bringing these Ionians here to build a camp.
"Hahahaha." The officer couldn't help laughing: "Boy, you failed the last trial, so you're lucky this time. Not everyone can encounter such a big scene the first time they see blood."
Kayn: “???”
He was slightly stunned, and then his hair stood on end.
“Sir, you mean…” Kayn looked back at the huge group of Ionians standing obediently on the riverbank.
The numbers are still increasing, like a school of sardines caught in a net.
“They…all…all…” Kayn could no longer maintain his natural coldness, and there was even a hint of fear on his young face.
The officer replied quietly, "Yes, they all have to die."
Kayn was speechless.
The officer looked at his pale face, his arms trembling uncontrollably, and rarely restrained his ferocious and rude expression. He said in a complicated tone, "Don't make a fuss, kid."
"You'll get used to it slowly."
"..." Kayn was speechless and felt difficulty breathing.
The superior was too lazy to give him psychological counseling and just asked him to watch from the side.
Then Kayn saw more and more docile Ionians being driven to the riverbank outside the city like sheep on a grassland.
The Noxian soldiers had different expressions.
Some of the new recruits were confused, some were shocked, and some were frightened; some of the veterans were numb, some were silent, and some were excited.
At this time, the Ionians finally realized that something was wrong.
The riverbank was almost full of people. No matter how they consoled themselves by saying, "We are only here to build a camp, and you won't die if you behave yourself," they could no longer deceive themselves.
"What exactly are you going to do to us?" Amid the noise, someone bravely rushed up to ask.
"Shut up!" The fish jumped into the pot by themselves, and the Noxians stopped pretending: "Everyone, go back and stay here!"
Then, in front of the Ionians, they drew their bows, nocked arrows, rolled out rockets and cannons, and carried out boxes of incendiary bombs.
"The Noxians are going to kill us all!" Such a terrified cry finally came from the crowd.
The Ionians were in chaos. They instinctively wanted to flee, but behind them was the wide Ipu River, on which floated several hideous warships of the Noxian Empire.
In front of him were Noxian soldiers guarding like a city wall, and various deadly weapons formed a dense firepower network.
There's nothing they can do.
"..." Kayn had a complicated expression. If it was before, he might just be glad that he was not one of them and would be proud of his identity as a Noxian.
But the booklet told him that in front of a stronger person, he was just a weakling waiting to be killed. Perhaps one day, he would also die in such a humble way on the battlefield.
But who can he blame? The strong prey on the weak, that is the law of nature.
Just like these Ionian civilians, even if there were tens of thousands of them, they were nothing more than weeds that could be harvested at will in front of the imperial soldiers.
Kayn thought so.
The Ionians were still wailing feebly.
The soldiers had already begun loading their cannons. As shells pierced the barrels one after another, a strong smell of despair filled the air.
In this infinite darkness, someone in the crowd looked up at the sky.
There was a strong wind in the sky, and a person came from the city riding the wind. It was...
"Miss Orianna?" Many citizens recognized this figure.
In the past three or four days, Riven has been running around in this chaotic, war-torn city, trying her best to bring help and hope to those she meets.
So many people remember her, remember this "Orianna" from the leader.
"Orianna!"
"Orianna!"
The citizens, as if they had grasped a life-saving straw, called out her name in unison.
Can Orianna save them this time? There are tens of thousands of people who need to be rescued and tens of thousands of Noxian soldiers who need to be dealt with!
Is Orianna alone enough?
"I can't save you alone." Riven seemed to see through everyone's worries.
She harnessed the air currents to amplify the sound waves, allowing her voice to echo everywhere: "I can't do it, but 'we' can!"
As soon as the words fell, everyone saw this horrifying scene.
Several figures flew over one after another from the city and from the direction of the refugee camp.
That was Fia, the sailors, and the refugees in the shelter...
Riven didn't come alone, there were thousands of people behind her.
Thousands of the weakest mortals broke free from their cages under the protection of the storm and flew freely into the sky.
But their strength is far from enough.
Riven shouted to the tens of thousands of people on the ground: "Everyone, please pray to the goddess in your heart--"
"Pray to Goddess Janna for power, the power that belongs to you!"
