activa-t Chapter 291 Come with me—
Chapter 291 Come with me—
"(Perhaps... in your eyes, I'm just the most capable of all the slaves. I'm so foolish, I went undercover for revenge, yet I fell in love with you at first sight... How can I gain your attention?)"
With no more hope in her heart, the woman named Amos silently left the God-King's side.
Time passed slowly, and the seed called "Wind Flower" had taken root.
Even without sunlight, life remains tenacious.
Just as Huiyuan was running errands and moving supplies for everyone in the camp as usual, a group of people dressed as guards forcibly broke into the gathering place.
"So you've been here all this time. Long time no see, little whip poet."
The corrupt official tied up the young poet.
He had a wicked grin on his face and was in a good mood.
"You like to play the hero, huh? You got away last time, let's see how you run this time! Take him to the square and execute him!"
"Yes--"
The young poet struggled, but how could he, who was not good at fighting, possibly break free?
The people who usually stay in the settlement are mostly artisans, and there is basically no fighting force stationed there.
Those who are capable of fighting should go and do other things.
Therefore, the young poet was arrested without any surprise.
As news of his arrest spread, people gathered at the execution site.
Upon hearing the news, Huiyuan and the red-haired swordsman rushed over, their hearts filled with mixed emotions.
Looking at the spacetime stability detector in his hand, Huiyuan was drenched in sweat.
Because at this moment, a change finally occurred, the value reached 1%, clearly indicating a turning point in a major historical event; otherwise, such an unusual turn of events...
Upon receiving news of the wanted criminal's arrest, the woman Amos rushed to the execution ground, but she came not out of kindness to save him, but merely to witness the event.
The young poet, blindfolded, knelt on the ground, awaiting his impending death.
Huiyuan faced two choices: "(To save or not to save... My joining has given the resistance another hope. Could this change lead to a shift in history? Damn it, I'm so conflicted...)"
At this moment, Huiyuan suddenly realized that the red-haired swordsman beside her had disappeared at some point.
While Huiyuan was still bewildered, the executioner on the platform had already raised his broadsword, ready to cut off the boy's head.
Just then, a red figure flashed past, and the executioner's arm holding the knife was severed from his body.
It was the red-clad swordsman who saved the poet and freed him from his restraints in the next second.
The guards were alerted and quickly surrounded the scene, putting the two in a difficult situation.
The woman named Amos slowly descended the steps, gradually approaching the two.
"You've got guts! You think you can escape right under my nose?"
The young poet smiled as he looked at his red-haired companion, feeling a sense of security.
The poet, without the slightest fear, stood up and shouted:
"How will you know if you don't try? I'm sure you've all heard these lines from the bards lately: 'Waves and sand, birds and sky.'"
This isn't an empty fantasy, but the real world! That's what two of my friends told me!
One is a wind spirit, capable of freely passing through wind walls. The other is the older sister who is currently watching all of this from below the stage.
Look, there she is, that beautiful woman in outlandish attire! She comes from the outside world, and her uniform is proof of that!
Amos, aren't you curious about what the real sky looks like?!
Amos's expression changed when he heard his name spoken by the young poet.
She knew the boy was right, but having already fallen in love with the God King, could she disobey his orders?
Just as this question arose in the woman's mind, the young poet called out her name again.
"Hunter's Daughter [Amos]! Answer me—!"
Pupil earthquake...
"(I am Amos... My enemy is Lord Dekalapian, and my lover is also Lord Dekalapian. I am by his side every day, yet I am never noticed. Is this the kind of love I crave?)
If I... if I raise a sword in rebellion, will I even get his attention?
A dangerous thought crossed his mind, causing Amos's eyes to glaze over.
Just as the young poet bypassed the red-haired swordsman's protection and slowly approached Amos, the surrounding guards raised their swords.
Amos raised his hand to stop the guards, saying, "Those who are willing to follow me, raise your swords above your heads!"
Upon hearing this instruction, they looked at each other, bewildered.
Upon seeing this, Amos declared again: "My name is Amos, an enemy of Dekalapian. Those who wish to follow me, raise your swords above your heads!"
"My life was saved by Lord Amos, and I am willing to follow you to the death!"
As one of the guards gave his reason and raised his sword above his head, the others followed suit with their own explanations.
Some people took them in because of their families, some because of their future...
Seeing that his words had moved the lost woman, the young poet turned his gaze to the audience.
At this moment, the execution ground became a lecture stage. His eyes were defiant, and his pupils shone with light.
"I want to see birds soaring in the sky!"
Meanwhile, outside the wind wall, the wind sprite Wendy once again mustered her courage and rushed into the storm.
It tried its best to protect its feathers from damage and charged forward with all its might. With the will of friendship, it finally broke through.
"Huh? I'm in! I'm in! The feathers... the feathers aren't damaged, that's great! Why are so many people gathered over there... Ah, the little poet is here too! Come on over, I want to prove to him that I can lead you out of the barrier, that there really are birds soaring outside."
Flying towards the place where people were gathered, Wendy heard the voice of the young poet.
"Isn't the real sky, the poetry and songs outside the cage, a desire worth fighting for? Pick up the weapons at hand, whether it's a pickaxe or a hoe! Let's break through the cage together!"
The will to resist was ignited instantly, and people took up weapons or made spears, choosing to swing their swords at the lone king in the tower.
The guard returned the zither to the poet, and Wendy slowly flew over.
Just as Wendy was about to show off the feather in her hand, the young poet stretched out his hand and said:
"Come with me—crush the tyrant, tear open the wind wall."
Wendy had no reason to refuse and silently agreed.
It was at this moment that the power of friendship, the will of comrades, and the belief in freedom were infused into Wendy, making her even stronger.
The young poet played the lyre and sang, his voice spreading throughout the entire royal city with Wendy's help.
Almost all the guards of the tower defected; except for the defenseless children, everyone took up arms.
The will of the people was united by the young poet, and their strength was enhanced by Wendy.
The five-person team consisting of an unnamed boy, an unnamed swordsman, Wendy, Amos, and Hunyuan sounded the horn of resistance.