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After effectively suppressing the veterans under the leadership of Cyrus, in the tense atmosphere, a sharp female scream suddenly came from a house in the village, breaking the previous silence. This sudden sound made Cyrus instantly turn towards the house, his eyes revealing concern and vigilance.
Constantine also reacted immediately, grabbing a veteran who was being suppressed on the ground. He exerted force, almost pressing the veteran's head into the soil. Constantine's eyes flashed with a cold light, his voice low and urgent: "Quickly! What is Lucius doing inside? Is he still in that house?"
The veteran captured by Constantine was obviously filled with great fear, his face pale and eyes full of terror. Under Constantine's threat, he finally stammered, " Lucius... he... he went into that building. He said he wanted to personally conduct a search..."
Cyrus's face immediately became more severe. He knew time was of the essence and action had to be taken immediately. He ordered Constantine, "Quick, take men and rush in. We can't let Lucius cause any more damage!" With that, he immediately led several soldiers quickly toward the building, ready to stop Lucius's rampage.
As they rapidly approached the house, the screams seemed to become sharper and more panicked, making Cyrus even more nervous. Various possible scenarios flashed through his mind, each one causing him anxiety and anger. They had to stop Lucius's actions before the situation worsened.
Cyrus quickly entered the house, and the scene before him fueled his anger. The room was severely damaged, with furniture overturned, visible sword marks and bloodstains on the walls, and broken items and fabric scattered on the floor. All of this clearly indicated the violence that had taken place here.
Cyrus's roar was filled with uncontrollable anger, his fists clenched, his eyes flashing with a determined will to find Lucius. In this tense atmosphere, Constantine lightly patted his shoulder, a simple gesture seemingly reminding Cyrus to stay calm and focused on the task at hand.
Constantine's action brought Cyrus back to reality for a moment. He took a deep breath, trying to suppress the anger within him. He quickly adjusted his emotion and then led the team rapidly towards the staircase to the second floor. The wooden boards on the stairs creaked due to years of disrepair, each step serving as a reminder of the impending confrontation.
They carefully made their way up to the second floor, Cyrus's eyes were firm and alert. He knew that in this situation, any small mistake could lead to unpredictable consequences. His heart raced, gripping the sword tightly in preparation for whatever might happen.
Cyrus rushed up the stairs and reached the corner, suddenly stopping in his tracks. Before Cyrus was a heartbreaking scene. The village chief's body, pale and cruelly pierced by a long sword, stabbed from behind with the tip protruding from his chest, pinned to the wall. Blood slowly dripped from the wound, forming a deep red stain on the floor. The old man's face frozen in the fear and despair of death, his eyes wide as if he had seen an unimaginable sight before he died.
The village chief's hands hung limp at his sides, as if he had struggled in his final moments but ultimately succumbed. His clothing was soaked in blood, dark red stains marking the brutal struggle. Everything in the room indicated how sudden and cruel the attack had been.
Cyrus was filled with an indescribable rage. He couldn't fathom how such a friendly old man could suffer such a cruel fate. This was not just the murder of an innocent old man, but also a great insult to the honor of the Roman army. In his mind, there was only one explanation for such an atrocity: Lucius and his men had completely lost the honor and moral boundaries that a Roman soldier should uphold.
Cyrus, driven by inner anger, roared, "I f*** your mother, Lucius!" His voice echoed in the empty room, filled with rage and resentment. His gaze became firm and icy, determined to bring Lucius, the traitor, to justice and uphold the rights of the innocent village chief and his people.
With this furious curse, Cyrus quickly rushed upstairs, filled with a thirst for justice and disgust for cruel behavior. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, searching every corner, hoping to find the mastermind behind all these crimes - Lucius. In this tense moment, Cyrus had only one goal in mind - to end this unjust violence and bring the perpetrator to justice.
Cyrus heard the heart-wrenching screams and cries, a calm yet urgent anger burned in his chest. He immediately led his team towards the direction of the sound, their steps heavy and fast, filled with determination and urgency.
They quickly approached the house, Cyrus leading the way and without hesitation, pushed open the door. The scene in the room instantly shocked and enraged him: a young girl, disheveled and tear-stained, huddled in the corner with fear and despair in her eyes. There were clear signs of violence on her body, a terrible story unfolding in silence.
On the other side of the room, Lucius was advancing aggressively, his eyes revealing madness and cruelty. He held a sword in his hand, and his cold and dangerous gaze seemed to completely ignore Cyrus and his team's presence.
Cyrus's anger reached its boiling point. He shouted, "Stop, Lucius!" His voice was firm and powerful, filled with indignation. He quickly drew his own sword, ready to face a possible conflict.
Lucius heard a sound, turned around, and revealed a crazy smile on his face, as if mocking Cyrus' arrival and his sense of justice. However, in Cyrus' eyes, there was only a clear determination. He was ready to confront this traitor, to seek justice for the innocent girl, and for all those who suffered from Lucius' cruelty.
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