The Witch Hunter System-Chapter 1018: Noble’s Retribution (2)

Count Hith felt a chill as he knelt at the edge of the platform, listening to the death sentence given by the angry mob before him. These people, who were no different from ants to him in the past, now possessed the power to judge him.

Who the hell did they think they were to judge him?!

Bam!

With a light kick from the Fanghorn Captain, Count Hith rolled off the high platform. He fell right into the pool of blood, still fresh from the last kill. The pungent stench and sticky feel immediately disgusted him despite being no stranger to them.

The fall almost broke his neck and killed him on the spot. Yet, somehow, he still survived, as if it had been calculated.

Meanwhile, the Fanghorn Soldiers and Moonwater Soldiers guided the relevant families and close friends of his most recent victims to pick out their tools of torture.

Unsurprisingly, they did not take as much time as the last batch. They had plenty of time to steel their heart and imagine the cruelest, most painful method of torture they could use.

When Count Hith looked into their determined eyes, which glimmered with cruel lights, a cold chill ran down his spine. His heart immediately shook with fear. Such a weak mob without any cultivation was actually making him feel fear!

Count Hith suddenly felt angry and humiliated at the fact that he would be afraid of mere insects.

"Get the fuck away from me! Do you know who I am? I am a Noble! My life is more valuable than all of yours combined! Do you understand what kind of consequences you will face if you touch even a single hair of mine?! You better wise up and release—"

"Shut the fuck up!"

Pak!

An angry father clobbered Count Hith’s face with a wooden bat full of rusty nails, ripping off a large section of the latter’s left cheek and several bloodied teeth.

The courage that Count Hith mustered was instantly replaced by greater fear as the pain overwhelmed him.

Although his threat just now had succeeded in deterring several people, it didn’t frighten all of them. Furthermore, the ones he failed to threaten even became angrier.

The angry father waved his spiky bat at Count Hith with a burning gaze that threatened to pierce straight through him.

He once had a daughter, and she was the apple of his eyes. Not only was she blessed with her mother’s good looks, but she also inherited his intelligence. She was his pride and happiness.

When his daughter went missing, the angry father spent all his effort looking for her, utilizing all resources and services available to help him, even posting wanted posters all over the city.

Unfortunately, the public service in charge of searching for her eventually dropped the case, labeling her status as missing and dead. The angry father’s bright silver-white hair turned a dull grey overnight when that happened.

Now that he found out what happened to his young daughter, how could the angry father let her killer live easy?!

Bang!

The angry father suddenly kicked the groveling Count in the head, rolling him over. Then, he directed his furious gaze at his crotch area before also pointing his spiky bat at it.

"Was it because of this thing down here? Is it this thing down here that forced you to commit all those heinous and wicked atrocities against your victims? Actually, you didn’t want to be such a scummy bastard, right? It’s this thing you have that is the root of all evil, don’t you agree?"

Count Hith blindly nodded while enduring his pain, thinking he would be spared a lighter punishment if he did. But on second thoughts, he quickly shook his head.

However, it was too late.

The angry father waved the spiky bat down on his crotch area, smashing his balls and ripping his penis.

"Ahhhh—!"

Count Hith, who everyone thought had become mute after the first strike, squealed in pain like a dying pig.

However, his painful squeals wouldn’t earn him any mercy from the angry, grieving father. The latter repeatedly struck his crotch area, maiming it with his spiky bat until his penis and pair of shriveled nuggets were completely obliterated.

"You are a beast! An inhuman beast! You are neither a man nor a woman, so what need you have of those?! Now you are a dickless beast! I pray that if you go to hell or the afterlife, you will still be a dickless beast, so you cannot harm another victim!"

"Ah… Spare me… please…" Count Hith pleaded in a weak yet hoarse voice.

He had used up all his energy screaming in pain when the angry, grieving father destroyed his manhood. Even so, his desire to live still burned strong. He didn’t want to die, even when he was put in such a state.

Whether it was the Fanghorn Soldiers, Moonwater Soldiers, or the men within the civilian crowd, everyone felt their balls tingle when they watched the angry father mutilate Count Hith’s manhood into a bloody mess.

Every man imagined Count Hith’s pain, but no one spared him any sympathy. His crimes were far too great and many to earn him any.

Everything suffering and loss he experienced now was part of his retribution.

Thanks to the angry father’s ruthless brutality, the other family members and close friends of Count Hith’s victims shook off the lingering fear of his status and regained their courage and determination.

"Dickless swine… I wish you suffer eternal damnation! How dare you take my son away from him! What did my poor boy do to deserve such a cruel ending at your hands?!"

An enraged mother joined the torture effort, pouring a bottle of corrosive acids over Count Hill’s broken legs. After the flesh melted, another angry lady unleashed a colony of ants onto it.

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Meanwhile, the desire to live gradually faded from Count Hith’s eyes as he witnessed the destruction of his frail body. He felt so much pain that he finally wished to die.

However, he didn’t have a shred of energy left in his body to vocalize his will.

"Want to die? It won’t be that easy!"

Count Hith’s eyes grew hopeful for a moment before it was instantly crushed. Despair quickly filled his exposed heart.