The Witch Hunter System-Chapter 1017: Noble’s Retribution

Within the largest city square, the disabled nobles were gathered to be judged for their crimes. As the soldiers set up the platform and prepared the large hologram screen, civilians gathered in swarms.

The square only had a capacity of a hundred thousand, but four hundred thousand angry civilians had crammed inside to witness the ultimate fate of the scum nobles.

Several millions more civilians were still waiting to enter the square. But without space in the square, they looked for alternatives to watch the exciting process of punishing the scum nobles.

"W-Who the hell are you? What do you all want?"

"Let us borrow your balcony for a while."

"W-Wait, stop! Ahh!"

Thousands of people who lived on the edges of the square helplessly had their apartments raided and balconies occupied the moment they blindly opened their doors.

When the uninvited mobs saw the packed balconies on the lower floors, they quickly made their way up to the higher floors, hoping to secure a spot for themselves.

Several minutes later, two Fanghorn Soldiers dragged a Baron-class nobleman onto the heightened platform. At the same time, a compiled set of evidence was shortly shown on the large holographic screen.

The Baron had several hundred accounts of committing atrocities over the span of three thousand years. Most of his victims’ close friends and families were no longer alive due to their short mortal lifespans.

As such, the Fanghorn Soldiers and Moonwater Soldiers did not bother with the older crimes. They selected a few highlights among the most recent anger-inducing crimes that existed. Experience more on novelbuddy

"Tikuls, age 3492, with 781 accounts of murder, 413 of which are related to young girls between the ages of 8 to 13. A collection of decapitated heads in glass jars was found in Tikuls’s hidden basement."

"This sick beast enjoys collecting the heads of his victims to reminisce during his free time. As for what he had done to those poor girls before cutting off their heads, you can see a fraction of his inhumanity on the screen behind me."

"Now, I hand this beast over to the remaining families and friends of the victims for judgment. We have prepared a range of torture tools, poison, and unconventional weapons for you to use."

"Kill that beast!"

"Death to the scum!"

Following the Fanghorn Captain’s speech, the enraged civilians already gave the Baron a death sentence before his victims’ families and friends could decide what to do with him.

However, one thing was certain – The Baron wouldn’t receive an easy death.

Seeing the details of the atrocities he had committed against his victims fueled the angry mob’s rage. Even if the families and friends of the victims were good-natured people, they would still wish to inflict the worst pain imaginable on the Baron.

Several people grabbed onto scalpels, hatchets, sickles, and other unconventional torture tools with trembling hands.

They weren’t used to holding such items, and the thought of inflicting pain on another being through them even made their determined hearts waver.

However, the parents of the victims were the quickest to recover. When they recalled how the Baron had deprived their innocent sweethearts and darlings of their bright future, endless hatred and anger filled their hearts.

Their grips tightened with resolve before they glared at Baron Tikuls.

"S-Stop! Get away from me! Please! I’m sorry! I’ll never do it again! Spare me—Ahhh!" Baron Tikuls’s painful cry resounded as rusty metals dug into his flesh.

Several good-natured people immediately dropped their torture tools after the first strike as their hearts wavered again. They found it difficult to commit such cruelty to another human.

This content is taken from freёnovelkiss.com.

However, the Baron couldn’t be considered human; he was a beast in human form.

Many unrelated civilians and soldiers even offered to take their place in torturing the bastard. However, they were refused with shaking heads, especially the parents of the victims.

The victims’ parents were the most vicious and determined of the lot. With each wound they inflicted on the Baron’s vulnerable body, their determination and anger were fueled for the next strike.

A single strike was never enough to appease the sorrow and loss they felt in their hearts.

"Give me back my child, you animal!"

"I’m sorry…. I won’t do it again—Arghh!"

No matter how the Baron pleaded for mercy, his voice fell on deaf ears. No one would show him mercy—absolutely no one.

Alas, the angry families and friends of his victims weren’t torture experts. They only resorted to blind violence to vent the hatred and rage within their hearts.

As such, the Baron quickly died, becoming a mutilated corpse.

Many people expressed their regret over his quick death. Everyone even felt the Baron died far too easily. He did not experience enough pain to account for all the victims who suffered under his merciless hands.

Nevertheless, he was only the first villain to be punished and far from the last one on the list. Furthermore, witnessing the process of the Baron’s death provided mental preparation and experience to the later groups.

On the other hand, the disabled nobles in line for judgment trembled with greater fear.

The Baron’s death only amplified the fear that they were already feeling. As such, when they realized they would all die gruesome deaths, the nobles who were further in the back wished they were at the front.

After all, even if they were tortured to death, their experience wouldn’t be as painful. The last person in line would definitely suffer the most.

"Count Hith, age 5219, with 1457 accounts of murder, 1021 consisted of young girls and boys between the age of 13 to 30…" the Fanghorn Captain read out the summary of the next scum.

Although Count Hith’s atrocities seemed less hateful than Baron Tikuls to some people, he was still a sickening scum, nonetheless. His twisted taste was even more exotic than the last scum, not sparing young boys.

Count Hith’s twisted hobby involved giving his victims the illusory hope of entering his rich and noble household to live the high life and derive pleasure from robbing that hope away as he toyed with them.

He did keep a collection, but his heavy taste and high count of crimes earned the people’s scorn and disgust.

His final verdict was…

"Kill him! Kill that scum bastard! No, torture him! Give him a taste of his own medicine! Let him experience the same pain—No, worse than his victims!"