Holy country.
This is the hardest hit area when the Ice Hell breaks out.
Although many monsters have been cleared away, the ice and snow remain.
The climate also gradually changed.
Night time.
ghetto.
Everyone who should rest took a rest.
There was icy rain falling from the sky, and the cold wind blew through the deserted low streets, making a whistling sound.
The road was slippery and there were almost no people around.
On a night like this, even robbery can't find the target.
Those gang members retreated to nightclubs, casinos, and bars, and drank themselves to death.
In the dead end of the slum, a brand new, shiny machine suddenly appeared.
It looks like a vending machine and a bit like a large game console.
The machine is completely black, with a big "1" painted on the side.
Willpower Trial Machine.
It changed a little bit.
Inside a layer of transparent glass, there are piles of cans, snacks, and tightly packaged hot and ready-to-eat lunch boxes.
For those poor people who are hungry, this is undoubtedly a timely help.
In the past few minutes, two groups of homeless people and poor people have violently vandalized it, trying to break the glass and get the food inside.
But the machine was intact.
The homeless people were all lying on the ground, moaning.
After they helped each other and left, a group of half-grown children appeared on the street corner.
"Look, they can't destroy that food machine," one kid said.
"Let's go, maybe tonight's dinner depends on it." Another child said.
They surrounded the dark Will Trial Machine.
Destruction and attacks begin.
Whenever they make a vicious attack, they are bound to suffer the same damage.
After a while, they were lying on the ground like the two rows of homeless people before.
The Willpower Judgment Machine is intact.
"What the hell is this."
A half-grown boy rubbed his belly and said bitterly.
None of his accomplices spoke, all focused on the pain.
The Willpower Trial Machine suddenly made a rumbling sound.
"Although you were rude before, now that you have asked, I will tell you."
A burst of exciting music sounded.
"The spirit of Huangquan was so merciful that he created me in order to fulfill the wishes of all sentient beings."
"Yes, I am the great entertainer of the gods."
"I am the cold will power judge machine!"
There was silence.
The children looked at each other.
The machine can talk!
And it is obviously different from ordinary electronic languages.
It seems to be autonomous.
In the dark night, something like this appeared out of nowhere.
This is really weird.
This group of slum children stood up silently, supported each other, and staggered forward.
Whatever this is, it's best to stay away from it.
They made up their minds and walked faster than usual.
However, the little boy who fell at the end did not give up and said bitterly: "Since you are God's mercy, then take out your things and give them to us."
"I'm sorry," the Will Power Trial Machine rumbled, "There is no free lunch in the world."
What the hell!
The little boy gritted his teeth and asked, "Then what can you do?"
"Uphold justice! Judge evil! As long as you have such a wish, I can do it for you." The wishing judge said.
The little boy was stunned.
He is only eleven years old this year, but his family has no money for him to learn a skill, and there is no way to pave his way forward.
His grandmother was the only one left at home, and she was seriously ill in bed.
So he can only wander around the streets, meet some of the same partners, and use stealing as a source of income.
"So, you are very high-tech." The little boy concluded.
"In your words, I can actually be considered a black technology." The Yuan Li Judge said.
The little boy's companion came back and tried to pull him away.
The little boy said angrily: "Shit! If you really have a black technology, you can kill Max if you have the guts."
Max is the gang boss in this neighborhood.
He has the final say in all drug dealings, human trafficking, robbery and murder, and market domination.
The parents of these children have all suffered from this person, and some have even paid the price with their lives.
The little boy is an orphan.
His father was a straight-tempered man who refused to give in. Max found an opportunity to kill him, and his mother was also sold.
The willing judge said: "I can't kill an innocent person casually."
The children burst into laughter upon hearing this.
"No...innocent..."
"Hahaha, Max is innocent. This is the funniest joke I've heard this year."
"There is something wrong with the intelligent settings of this machine."
There was deep disappointment in the little boy's eyes.
"But!" the Willing Trial Machine said, "If you are willing to let him stand trial, and after the trial it is found that he is a villain, I will find a way to kill him."
"Will you let me judge him?"
"Of course!" the little boy shouted.
His companions also said: "Yes! Yes!"
"Okay, please donate your blood." The Willing Power Trial Machine said.
There was silence all around.
The Will Trial Machine explained: "The blood of all living beings is stained with thin Will Power, and only Will Power can drive this machine."
"Come on, this is a weird thing." said the little boy's companion.
They took the little boy and left here quickly.
Quietness returned to the street corner.
It didn't take long.
The little boy once again stood in front of the Will Trial Machine.
He wiped the rain off his face and asked, "Can justice really be served?"
"Yes, as long as you donate your blood." The Willing Power Judge said.
"How much?"
"I guess you are dealing with a sinful guy, so the ultimate judgment must be launched."
"How much?"
"As I just said, a lot of blood will be needed, because blood contains sporadic willpower."
"How much?" The little boy was trembling all over, his eyes full of desire.
In his miserable and dark fate, the little boy longs for a glimmer of light - even though this is most likely a prank, he is willing to give it a try.
The Will Trial Machine emits a ray of light and sweeps across the little boy's skinny body.
After a long time, the Willing Trial Machine let out a sigh.
"You are our first customer in the whole world, so only a symbolic drop of blood is needed," it said.
The little boy breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I am willing to give this drop of blood!"
"You are a great young man who dares to fight against evil. Now, put your palm on the black area on my left side."
"is that so?"
"Right, that is it."
"--alright!"
The little boy retracted his hand and looked at it carefully.
No wounds.
It seemed like I didn’t feel anything just now.
Indeed, just a drop of blood.
Even a little boy who has been hungry all day can bear it.
The Will Power Trial Machine made a roaring sound.
"Ah, I got the first drop of blood!" it said in a low voice.
"Dear customer, please name the sinner you want to judge and his identity."
The little boy shouted expectantly: "Max, gang boss Max!"
The Will Power Trial Machine made a rumble.
"The trial is about to begin."
It stated in a solemn tone.
"Because it is a trial, it needs to be treated with caution."
"Searching for a way to judge this world."
"The most exciting method of trial in this world has been found."
"Global optical brain projection will be used to broadcast the trial live."
"The chief judge of this world is being selected."
"The most feared presiding judge in this world has been found."
"Invite killer clowns to guest star in the opening trial."
"Pay the price accordingly."
"The Killer Clown has agreed."
"Now, the trial begins!"
All the instruments on the entire planet that could display images lit up at this moment.
The scene when the Killing Clown tried the Immortal Champion once again appeared before the eyes of all humans.
Wearing a cold and stiff smiling clown mask, a dark armor, and a pair of black light wings behind his back.
The killer clown steps out of the darkness, just as a spotlight shines on it.
The clown put his palms upright in front of his mouth and whispered: "I found a new job."
It looked around nervously, and it took a while before it took a deep breath.
Taking out a crumpled piece of paper from somewhere, Killing Clown spread it out and read: "So, tonight's guest is - Max, Max of the Holy Kingdom!"
The clown started clapping in earnest.
A person suddenly appeared next to it.
He had a slicked back hair, a black vest, a hooked nose, a black beard, and a glass of wine in his hand.
Gangster boss, Max.
Max suddenly appeared and was obviously stunned for a moment.
"Killing clown..." He looked at the clown and swallowed hard.
Max reached for something in his arms.
The next second, he seemed to realize what kind of existence he was facing.
His hands froze and a smile appeared on his face: "What do you want, Your Excellency?"
Killer Clown grabbed his hand and held it.
The clown said: "Congratulations, I really want to chat with you for a while, but our live broadcast time is limited and there are no advertisers to sponsor us, so now we will start the trial directly."
"Max's wonderful life is about to begin, please watch!"
Screen switching.
All the evil things Max has done in his life appear on the screen one after another.
Fighting, robbery, murder, trafficking in women and children, collecting protection fees, drug and drug trafficking, opening casinos, cheating, and killing entire families.
Those heinous atrocities, those heinous and inhuman crimes, appeared on the screen one after another.
Each scene lasts for a few seconds, telling people the whole story of a crime.
It took several minutes for the picture on the light screen to completely disappear.
Killer Clown and Max appear in front of everyone again.
The Killing Clown let go of the other party's hand and said: "Selected based on Mr. Max's crimes, we have found a classical punishment suitable for him."
Five ropes flew out and were on Max's hands, feet, and neck.
The rope was quickly tied into a knot.
The other end of the rope was submerged in darkness, with no end in sight.
"Damn, what the hell is going on." Max struggled.
The more he struggled, the tighter the five ropes became.
The five ropes grew tighter and straighter, until finally Max could barely move any more.
He was in the shape of a "big" character and was caught in the air by the rope.
"Now, time is given to everyone." Killing Clown said.
"Please start voting."
"Those who agree with Max's death, please spend a drop of your blood to vote for him."
"Oh, by the way, of course you can vote a few more times."
As soon as Killer Clown finished speaking, a line of red numbers appeared on Max's chest.
Under the red numbers is a stopped stopwatch.
Killer Clown explained: "Every time the red number increases by 1 point, it means that someone spent a drop of blood in the hope that Mr. Max will die."
"In three minutes, when the red number reaches one million, Mr. Max will undergo the classic punishment of being broken into pieces."
"Then now, the timer starts!"
The stopwatch immediately started ticking.
In reality, a line of prompts appeared in front of everyone.
"Are you willing to decide the death of the gang boss Max with blood?"
Some people were wary and ignored the Will Trial Machine.
But more people don't think so.
Max was full of evil in his life and committed countless outrageous crimes. Any ordinary person would be filled with righteous indignation after seeing him.
There are always people who don't know him and are willing to spend a drop of their blood to die for him.
all around the world.
"Bah! Such a scumbag deserves to die!"
"Old man, calm down."
"Why are you calming down? I've lived so long anyway, even if the killer clown wants to kill me, I don't care."
"I want to donate blood!"
Another place.
A man advised: "Honey, calm down and don't talk to the killer clown. It's a scary monster."
His wife's eyes were red and she said, "Fart! This Max is so abominable. I don't care how many families he has ruined. I want a drop of blood!"
With that said, she donated a drop of blood.
After thinking about it, she was still unwilling.
Facing the line of words in the void, she asked: "I want to donate more, is that okay?"
The line of words changed and turned into a new line of words: "Of course, you can donate as much as you want."
"I will donate ten more drops of blood!"
Fuxi Palace.
"Your Majesty, it seems a bit dangerous for you to do this." A minister advised.
"It's okay, I know Killing Clown. This thing is very interesting. Let me try it."
"I will give twenty drops of blood to kill Max."
Queen Varona said the above words as if she had discovered some novel toy.
Holy country.
Gangster casino.
A man who looked like a boss said: "It turns out to be Max. Just in time, the revenge last time has not been avenged, so everyone should donate blood."
"Boss, aren't you afraid that this is a trap?" one of his subordinates asked.
"The world has become like this, what is there to be afraid of? Besides, although the killer clown is scary, he has never touched civilians. You should pay attention to this."
The gang boss said as he donated a drop of blood.
"You can also contribute."
"yes!"
Those who knew Max and those who didn't knew Max all made their decisions at this moment.
Not to mention that there are many people in the entire slum who hate Max.
Many people chose blood on the spot.
The red numbers start to grow rapidly.
In just twenty seconds, one million drops of blood had accumulated.
This is just the beginning.
People find that donating a drop of blood has no effect on them.
More bystanders began to get involved.
The numbers representing blood keep growing.
Three minutes passed quickly.
time up.
"It takes twenty seconds to accumulate one million drops of blood."
"Three minutes, eighty-nine million drops of blood."
"It's such a touching scene. Everyone is so enthusiastic about the death of others." Killer Clown sighed.
"Mr. Max, you had amazing approval ratings and won the car-breaking penalty."
"Please enjoy, I won't interrupt."
After the killer clown finished speaking, he disappeared into the darkness.
Max was the only one left at the scene.
The ropes around his arms, ankles, and head tightened rapidly.
The next second, a huge and irresistible force came from the rope, making everyone watching feel tense.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
Max screamed.
It takes a lot of effort to cut off a person's head and limbs, let alone pulling them slowly.
The pain suffered by the prisoners can be imagined.
It took more than ten seconds.
Wow!
Blood gushed like a fountain.
Five ropes took Max's hands, feet and head and disappeared into the darkness.
Only Max's body was left in place.
This corpse has no head, hands, or feet. It is Max who was torn apart by a car.
All that was left of him was his torso.
"The first trial is over." The Willing Trial Machine said.
"The trial cost one million willpower, and the remaining willpower is an auspicious number - eighty-eight million."
"With the extra willpower gained, this machine will be used to solve Max's remaining problems."
"All his property will be converted into credits and distributed to those who have been framed by him according to the degree of harm."
"This trial is over, please look forward to the next trial."
All light curtains automatically closed, and the entire planet's projection equipment returned to normal.
The trial is over.
The little boy stood in front of the trial machine.
"Max is really dead?" he asked.
"Yes, he has gone to hell to report." The Willing Trial Machine replied.
"Is this true? It can't be a dream." The little boy asked in disbelief.
"Of course it's not a dream. I converted some credits and deposited them in the Holy Country Bank in the names of you and your mother. The password is eight 8s."
"Next - please turn around and face the back."
The little boy turned around as he was told.
His mother stood behind him, wiping her tears and looking at him tenderly.
"Mother!"
The little boy threw himself into his mother's arms.
