Chapitre 62: All Hail The King
Tailor had just finished his speech when the crowd's silence had ended. The crowd erupted in a roar, and violence broke out. Soldiers that were meant to protect the people began to wantonly shoot them out of fear of losing their own lives. Jake, still in the form of Thomas, still look on without a perturbed expression.
Jake was a little surprised by his own dulled emotions toward his people. While he could be cold and calculating, for the most part, he was a person that cared about people. Something had shifted in him that allowed him to remain unaffected by his surroundings.
Tailor looked out into the rioting crowd and to his shame, picked up his rifle and shot into the group along with his soldiers. Piles of bodies slowly formed as Tailor, and the soldiers continued their slaughter. The writhing mass continued to fight for the democracy they so avidly believed in, but their eyes were already started to lose hope. A gleaming city that had never seen war became a war zone within minutes.
Tailor rallied the troops around the council chambers and called his Elite squadron to him. As the squad gathered around him, he remembered all the years that he had spent in a simulated world fighting beside them. His group already knew of his treason not long after he had switched to the Parthians side and yet remained loyal only to him.
"We need to kill their philosophical leaders and replace them with loyalists; it's the only way to tame these people." The Tallest Eliet said as Tailor asked their thoughts on how to end the violence.
Tailor knew that the reason why Xuhan were able to resist them even when they carried no weapons was because of their strong beliefs. Xuhans took power from individual free thinkers that used logic and intelligence to make their points, and these people took up professions as Philosophers; they were the real heart of the people.
Philosophers had the power to make careers crumble or build entirely new ones. The Tallest Elite was named Sam. He is an intelligent man that often wore his helmet make his face a rare sight.
Tailor knowing that Sam had the right idea, he immediately orders his elite's to eliminate their targets.
The fight had already been going on for a month now. Sounds of a man running across the blood-splattered street resounded as Gunshots rang out not far away. An abnormally large man with a helmet bounded toward him. The Elite was none other than Sam chasing after the last of the rebels.
The man looked behind him and was frightened by the figure he found there. Without pause, he took off in a sprint. The man followed behind, moving at half pace. The man ran desperately to make it back to his base and so the chase continues.
The man reaches his base and rejoices inside, not knowing the horror he had brought to his commands. Sam suddenly sped up and caught up to the man within seconds. The man, happy he had made it to his base, barely notices a hand clamped around his neck tearing off his head before his head was already flying in the air.
Gunshots rang out, and the sound of tearing flesh echoed as suddenly the violence ended, and the abnormally large man stood alone covered in blood yet unharmed. A deep voice rang out into his helmets intercome unconcerned about the blood stench surrounding him.
The deep voice said, "The last of the rebels are dead. The philosopher Adenodies is now my captive."
A Tailor's voice responded, " kill the prisoner and replace him with the replicate Jake built."
Sam drew his firearm and walked into the now-empty base. He walked to the cell where the philosopher sat safely kept. A shot rang out and so the last hope of the rebels died.
Tailor who had given the order sat on a newly built thrown surrounded by the people of the shield world a crowd that had reluctantly now accepted a new ruler. Elder Veran, a Xuhuan clansman, placed a crown on his head, and the group resounded as one, "All Hail The King."
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In a place outside of the pocket dimension where all the chaos was taking place, Calvis mediated quietly wrapped in his wings. he similar to a babe sleeping through a storm. He had no idea the catastrophes and horrors that were happening around him
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