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When Agastya's sword deeply pierced the chest of the warrior, the entire scene seemed to freeze, with only the splattering of blood and the anguished screams echoing in the air. The man's eyes showed an expression of disbelief as he still held the unsuccessful blade in his hand, but his body gradually lost strength and slowly fell.
In the crowd, there was a dead silence. Then, from somewhere, came a woman's desperate scream. She covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes filled with fear and pain. The sound seemed to touch the heartstrings of everyone, triggering more cries, screams, and shrieks.
The adjutant's brow furrowed even tighter, and he began to roar at the crowd like an enraged wolf, brandishing the whip in his hand in an attempt to intimidate and calm the chaos. However, the emotions seemed to have surpassed his control, as the crowd became increasingly emotional, crying out the man's name and some even shouting for revenge.
The guards were now under immense pressure, and they began to push the crowd indiscriminately with their weapons, even mercilessly striking those who screamed and resisted with whips and batons. The air was instantly filled with the sounds of agony and the smell of blood.
Agastya seems to be enjoying this scene very much, with a slight cold smile on his lips. He waved his sword, and the fresh blood dripping seemed to prove his authority. With a mocking tone, he coldly said, "See, this is the fate of those who dare to resist me. Anyone who dares to oppose me will end up like this!" This warning clearly conveyed to everyone, making the whole scene more tense and shocking.
Agastya took a deep breath, then impatiently waved his hand, signaling his team to continue forward. The cold smile still hung on his lips, as if he didn't care at all about the tragic scene before him. His pace was slow, but each step was filled with dominance and confidence. He seemed to not be bothered by the recent events, as if it was just a trivial matter in his daily life.
"Get rid of this dead man, don't block my path!" Agastya ordered coldly, his tone filled with unquestionable authority. Several burly guards immediately acted, showing no hesitation or sympathy as they roughly kicked the man's body with their feet, causing it to roll into the roadside ditch. The loud noises of the impact and the echoes of the body hitting the ground, along with the shocked cries and shouts of the surrounding people, created a scene of brutality.
As the body was kicked aside, the road once again became unobstructed. Agastya's entourage continued to advance without hesitation, with the guards surrounding him more tightly to ensure his safety. The surrounding civilians watched in astonishment, unable to believe that such violence had occurred before their eyes.
Agastya's team, under his leadership, continued to advance without hesitation. From their manner and demeanor, it was evident that this cruelty and ruthlessness were just a part of their daily routine. Helpless civilians watched them depart, their eyes filled with fear and despair. All of this demonstrated how iron-fisted and terrifying Agastya's rule was in Patalliro City.
Shiva stood outside the crowd, filled with anger and resentment. Every action of Agastya felt like a knife cutting into his heart. But he also knew that emotional outbursts and pointless conflicts would not solve any problems, but instead expose himself to the enemy's sight.
When his gaze fell on the man who had just been cruelly kicked into the gutter, his heart couldn't help but tighten. But then, he saw a scene that surprised him. Some civilians, disregarding their own safety, walked over and carefully pulled the man's body out of the gutter. There was no fear on their faces, only determination and sorrow. They gently placed the man's body on the ground, then paid their respects, and a few elderly men decided to find a place to bury him.
This scene deeply moved Shiva. He saw the faith and resilience of the civilians in this city, and he understood that even under Agastya's iron-fisted rule, the people of this city had not given up hope and faith. This kind of belief was something that Agastya could not break.
Shiva slightly lowered his head and made a vow in his heart that he must find a way to free the city from the clutches of Agastya. He knew his mission would be filled with difficulties, but he had already made up his mind to completely eradicate Agastya from this land, no matter the cost.
The streets of Patalliro were bustling with people of all kinds hurrying past, but Agastya's entourage was undoubtedly the most eye-catching among them. Shiva followed behind, trying to keep a low profile and avoid being discovered by the vigilant guards. The entourage passed through the market, alleys, and finally stopped in front of a solemn temple.
This is a temple of Brahminism, with a magnificent exterior where every stone seems to have been carefully carved. The roof of the temple is made up of overlapping spires, with flags symbolizing Brahminism fluttering in the wind. Majestic stone lions stand guard on either side of the entrance, protecting the temple's sanctity. However, the solemn entrance to the temple is now surrounded by Agastya's guards, forming a barrier to keep out intruders.
Agastya strides into the temple, followed by his aides and Nulan. As they enter, the guards quickly surround the entire entrance to ensure Agastya's safety inside. Meanwhile, Shiva hides nearby, peering into the interior through a low wall.
In the temple, Agastya encountered the Brahminism master who had just helped the young disciple at the city gate. The master was dressed in a white robe with intricate gold thread patterns embroidered on the back, and he had a kind and dignified smile on his face. As they conversed, the master's eyes revealed wariness and displeasure towards Agastya, but he still maintained the courtesy due to a guest.
Agastya approached the master, bowing slightly to show respect. Shiva couldn't hear their conversation clearly, but he could see that Agastya, who usually had a contemptuous look in his eyes, showed a newfound respect when facing the master. Clearly, this Brahminism master held a significant position in Agastya's heart.
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