Before the blade fell, Gong Cangxue saw three things clearly.
Dried and blackened blood on the guillotine. Bone fragments embedded in the rust of the guillotine. And the glowing staff in the hand of the supervisor.
"It's three quarters to noon—"
Buzz!
The sound exploding in my head was faster than the executioner's roar. A translucent light curtain unfolded in front of his eyes, with a sizzling arc of electricity at the edge.
[Activation of the synthesis system of all things]
[Synthetic objects detected: rusty guillotine (inferior quality), fine iron shackles (ordinary)]
[Synthetic or not?
Gong Cangxue didn't even blink.
"Come together!"
The guillotine and the shackles glowed dark red at the same time. The rust seemed to come alive, spreading crazily along the lines of the shackles.
Click.
The shackles made of fine iron shattered into pieces.
When Gong Cang rolled over and rolled down the guillotine, he heard the beheading officer scream angrily: "Spell! Use the spell quickly!"
The white-robed mage in the audience slowly raised his staff.
"What's the rush?" He yawned, "A useless person who has just awakened can still..."
The words have not yet finished.
Gong Cangxue had already rushed to the execution table, holding half of the broken guillotine blade in his hand - the fragments that had collapsed during the synthesis.
The blade sliced across the officer's neck.
Very blunt. But fast enough.
When the blood spurted out, the white-robed mage had just finished the first syllable of his chant.
"Next!"
Gong Cangxue shook off the blood on the knife and turned to look at the white-robed mage.
The mage's face turned pale, and his staff was shaking like chaff. But he didn't stop - he was still reciting the curse, word by word, so slowly that it could kill someone.
"In the name of... Holy Light..."
Gong Cang smiled bloodily.
