The once magnificent palace was now covered with blood.
The rising smoke made the once pure sky mottled.
Andrew held Aston in his hand like a chicken. Looking at the desolate scene in front of him, Aston felt regretful.
As a king, everything would be destroyed in an instant.
'I shouldn't have argued with Andrew.'
Andrew shook his hand and he fell to the ground.
"Now, you are the only one left."
These several words were the symbol of the death penalty.
Seeing that Signa was about to step forward, Aston was frightened and hurriedly knelt. "Wait... Wait!"
"Why do you have to wait before each of you dies? Why don't you just stretch out your neck and leave yourself some dignity?"
Andrew rolled his eyes impatiently and reached out his hand to hint Sarah to wait for a moment.
"Cut the crap!"
With a golden face, Aston said in a trembling voice, "I... I'll give this country to you. Please... Please spare my life. I... I..."
"What? That's it?"
"What?"