77: The heroine who yearns for the demon race 3

"Enough."

Qin Jiuge's voice was not loud, but it made Luo Xuerou fall silent instantly.

"Every lie you tell adds to your sins."

He turned to face all the Human Race soldiers and said in a loud voice:

"This person, Luo Xuerou, the former Human Race priestess, betrayed her own kind for selfish desires and consorted with the Demon Race."

"She leaked military secrets and, furthermore, underwent the Demon Race transformation ritual before the battle, completely abandoning her Human Race identity."

"According to the laws of the Human Race, what should the punishment be?"

"Death!"

Thousands of soldiers roared in unison, their voices shaking the valley.

Luo Xuerou's legs went weak, and she knelt to the ground:

"No... don't kill me... I am pregnant... the child is innocent..."

"Innocent?"

Qin Jiuge squatted down and looked directly into her eyes.

"The child in your womb has already completely transformed into the Demon Race Bloodline."

"You said it yourself at the transformation ritual that you wanted him to become a noble Demon Race warrior and lead the Demon Race to exterminate the remnants of the Human Race in the future."

"Is such a child innocent?"

Luo Xuerou's face turned pale as paper, and her lips trembled, unable to speak.

"Rest assured, I will not kill you now."

Qin Jiuge stood up.

"Your trial will be conducted in front of all the Human Race."

"And as for your punishment... I will make you understand what the price of betrayal is."

Qin Jiuge waved his hand:

"Take them away and guard them strictly."

Three days later, at the Human Race royal capital square.

Hundreds of thousands of people gathered here, waiting for the public trial of the traitor and the Demon Race Young Lord.

On the high platform, Qin Jiuge and the high-level officials of the Human Race sat upright; in the center below the platform, Luo Xuerou and Agul were chained to execution posts.

The High Priest stood up and began to read the charges against the two. With every charge read, a roar of anger erupted from the crowd.

When the vow Luo Xuerou made at the Demon Race Holy Temple was read, the anger reached its peak.

"Kill them!"

"Traitors deserve to die!"

"Avenge our fallen compatriots!"

Luo Xuerou trembled all over; she had never seen such surging hatred.

She looked up at Qin Jiuge, her eyes filled with pleading:

"Jiuge... save me... for the sake of us growing up together..."

Qin Jiuge looked at her expressionlessly.

The High Priest finished reading the last charge and turned to Qin Jiuge:

"General Qin, as the Commander-in-Chief of the border defense and the chief judge of this case, what do you think the verdict should be?"

Qin Jiuge stood up slowly, walked to the edge of the high platform, and looked down at Luo Xuerou and Agul.

"Agul, the Demon Race Young Lord, the mastermind behind the invasion of the Human Race, is sentenced to public execution, to be carried out immediately."

A flash of fear crossed Agul's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by ferocity:

"Lowly Human Race, if you kill me today, tomorrow my Demon Race army will surely trample..."

His words came to an abrupt end.

Qin Jiuge raised his hand and pressed it down in the air; an invisible force choked Agul's throat.

"Your Demon Race army has already been completely wiped out in the canyon."

Qin Jiuge said coldly,

"As for you, there will be no tomorrow."

He looked at the executioner:

"Execute."

The executioner raised the massive Demon-Slaying Sword and, under the gaze of hundreds of thousands of people, severed Agul's head with one strike.

Demon blood splattered, and the head rolled to the ground, eyes still wide open, filled with disbelief.

Luo Xuerou let out a shrill scream:

"No—! Agul—!"

She struggled frantically, the chains rattling loudly:

"You lowly Human Race! You deserve to die! The Demon Race will avenge me! They will kill you all!"

Qin Jiuge turned to her:

"Now, it is your turn, Luo Xuerou."

Luo Xuerou suddenly quieted down; she lifted her head, her face full of tears and madness:

"Qin Jiuge, if you have the guts, kill me! Kill me!"

"Kill you?"

Qin Jiuge shook his head,

"That would be too easy for you. The sins you have committed require a more fitting punishment."

He walked down the high platform and came before Luo Xuerou:

"First, there is that child. The child you placed high hopes on and were preparing to become a Demon Race warrior."

Luo Xuerou's face changed drastically:

"What are you trying to do? The child is innocent! You cannot..."

"I can."

Qin Jiuge interrupted her,

"And I will."

He reached out his hand and pressed it onto Luo Xuerou's slightly protruding abdomen.

Luo Xuerou tried to struggle, but she was firmly fixed by the chains.

Qin Jiuge chanted ancient incantations, and a dark golden light radiated from his palm.

Luo Xuerou felt a sharp pain in her abdomen and screamed:

"No! My child! Don't hurt my child!"

The light grew brighter and brighter, and Luo Xuerou's abdomen began to change.

She could feel that the little life in her womb was being forcibly altered by some power.

Qin Jiuge said calmly:

"This child will turn into a Goblin and will become a part of your endless punishment in the future..."

Luo Xuerou was in so much pain that she almost fainted; she could feel the fetus struggling violently in her womb.

The whole process lasted for a full quarter of an hour; when Qin Jiuge withdrew his hand, Luo Xuerou was already exhausted, her whole body soaked in cold sweat.

"There. Now, is your child still of the noble Demon Race Bloodline? Satisfied?"

Luo Xuerou's eyes were filled with hatred:

"Qin Jiuge... I won't let you go even as a ghost..."

"You won't have the chance to be a ghost."

Qin Jiuge turned and walked back to the high platform,

"I announce the verdict for the traitor Luo Xuerou,"

"First, she will witness with her own eyes how her child tortures her,"

"Second, she will be permanently stripped of her Human Race identity,"

"Third, she and her child will be sent to the deepest place of despair, to suffer torture for all eternity."

"No—!"

Luo Xuerou screamed,

"You can't do this!"

"Now, execute."

Qin Jiuge waved his hand, two soldiers stepped forward and unlocked Luo Xuerou's chains,

but put even heavier shackles on her—the Magic-Suppressing Shackles and the Collar of Shame.

"This collar will remind you forever, and remind everyone who sees you, that you are a traitor."

"You will be paraded through the streets for three days, so that all the Human Race can see the fate of a traitor."

The next three days were more terrifying than Hell for Luo Xuerou.

She was locked in a prison cart and paraded through every street of the royal capital.

People threw rotten vegetable leaves, rotten eggs, and stones at her, and the sound of curses was endless.

Children spat at her, and the elderly cursed her with the most vicious words.

She saw her former friends, neighbors, and colleagues; in every person's eyes, there was only hatred and contempt.

She heard countless discussions about her crimes and heard how people spat upon her betrayal.

What caused her to break down the most was on the third day, when the prison cart passed by her former home.

That was the place where she and Qin Jiuge grew up together; the old locust tree in the yard was still there, and the swing under the tree was still there.

Her mother stood at the door, looking at her; there were no tears in her eyes, only deep disappointment and resolution.

Her mother turned and went back into the house, closed the door, and never came out again.

At that moment, Luo Xuerou finally broke down. She wailed, pleaded, and repented, but it was all too late.

After the parade ended, she was brought back to the square. Qin Jiuge stood on the high platform, announcing the final verdict.

"Now, execute the final punishment."

Qin Jiuge's voice echoed in the square,

"Luo Xuerou, you and your Goblin son will lose your freedom forever,"

"and be sent to the Goblin Lair in the endless abyss, to become their breeding tools and slaves, until eternity."

A cheer of approval erupted from the crowd.

The Goblin Lair is one of the most terrifying punishments in the legends of the Human Race,

those ugly, cruel creatures will torture their captives, making them linger in endless pain.

Luo Xuerou's face turned pale as death; she finally understood what Qin Jiuge meant by "suffer torture for all eternity."

"No... please... kill me... just kill me..."

She knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly,

"I know I was wrong... I really know I was wrong... Jiuge, for the sake of us growing up together, give me a quick end..."

Qin Jiuge walked down the high platform, came before her, squatted down, and looked directly into her eyes.

"Back in the Demon Race prison, when the Original Owner begged you to give me a quick end, what did you say?"

He asked softly,

"You said: 'You lowly Human Race, you deserve to die.'"

Qin Jiuge directly inputted the memories of the Original Owner into Luo Xuerou's mind, and she trembled all over.

That was the scene from the original plot before the Original Owner was executed.

She had indeed said those words at that time, and had indeed coldly watched the executioner sever the Original Owner's head.

"Now, it is your turn."

Qin Jiuge stood up,

"But your punishment will be longer and more painful than death."

He waved his hand.

Two soldiers dragged the limp Luo Xuerou up and escorted her to a portal at the edge of the square.

That was the entrance to the endless abyss, and from behind the portal, the sharp roars of Goblins could be heard faintly.

At the very last moment before being pushed into the portal, Luo Xuerou suddenly turned her head and shouted with her last ounce of strength:

"Qin Jiuge! I hate you! I curse you! I curse you to never have peace for all eternity!"

Qin Jiuge laughed, a cold and cruel laugh.

"Hate, curse."

"But this changes nothing."

"You will be in the Goblin Lair, tortured every day, humiliated, and treated as a breeding tool, yet you will never be able to die."

"Your consciousness will always be clear, and you will always feel every bit of pain."

"And I will live very well."

He continued:

"I will lead the Human Race to exterminate all the Demon Race and rebuild our home. I will marry, have children, and enjoy my old age."

"I will, on every quiet night, think of the torture you are suffering in the abyss, and then fall asleep peacefully."

The last glimmer of light in Luo Xuerou's eyes extinguished.

She knew that she would truly fall into Hell forever.

The soldiers pushed her into the portal.

The moment the portal closed, her final, desperate scream came through.

Then, everything returned to silence.

Qin Jiuge turned around, faced the crowd in the square, and announced in a loud voice:

"The traitor has been punished, and the Demon Race army has been defeated."

"From today on, the Human Race will enter a new era,"

"an era without betrayal, without fear, only unity and hope!"

A thunderous cheer erupted from the crowd.

People cheered Qin Jiuge's name and cheered for the victory of the Human Race.

Qin Jiuge looked up at the sky; he knew that Luo Xuerou would suffer torture in the Goblin Lair for all eternity,

every time she was humiliated, every time she was ravaged, it would make her recall her own betrayal,

making her regret it too late in endless pain, and that Goblin child would join in.

As for the Demon Race, Qin Jiuge would, according to the Original Owner's wish, exterminate them one by one until this race completely disappeared from the world.

Qin Jiuge smiled slightly and turned to walk toward the cheering crowd.

And in the deepest part of the endless abyss, in the Goblin Lair, Luo Xuerou's screaming had just begun, and it would never end.

...

Qin Jiuge stood on the highest tower of the Human Race royal capital, overlooking the crowd celebrating the victory below.

Luo Xuerou had been thrown into the Goblin Lair, Agul was beheaded, and the hundred-thousand-strong Demon Race army had been turned to ashes in the eastern canyon.

But this was not enough, far from enough.

Qin Jiuge closed his eyes, sensing the aura of the Demon Race in this world,

those fluctuations of Devilish Qi scattered everywhere, whether bright or dim, were as clear as fireflies in the night.

"Pass on the order,"

Qin Jiuge opened his eyes, dark golden light flashing within them,

"Gather all warriors and mages above the Saint rank; three days later, the expedition begins."

Three days later, at the Human Race royal capital square.

Three hundred Saint-rank powerhouses lined up neatly; they were the most elite force of the Human Race.

And in front of them, Qin Jiuge hovered in mid-air, his dark golden armor shining brilliantly under the sunlight.

"Warriors,"

Qin Jiuge's voice was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears,

"The Demon Race has ravaged our land for a thousand years, slaughtering my compatriots and enslaving my people."

"And just a short while ago, they even tried to completely annihilate us through an inside traitor."

"Today, we will no longer defend passively."

"Today, we will take the initiative to attack."

"Today, we will go deep into the heartland of the Demon Race and completely wipe these dirty creatures from the world!"

"Are you ready?"