Behind the young man, the gendarmerie rushed over, stabbing the smiling young platoon deputy to the ground with their bayonetted rifles. Malin, look, see how absurd this world is. At this moment, you witness young people loyal to their creed seeking their own demise; you see young people loyal to themselves killing in anger; you see warriors stirred with fervor wanting to devour those young people whole. Sighing, Malin gently pushed with his hands, using his Psychic Palm to separate the young people, signaling Sudel to take them away. After they took away the platoon deputy’s corpse, Malin returned to the platform and looked at the soldiers: "Do you see, my soldiers, this is why I hate those nobles, because they provoke wars, making young people like you kill each other for so-called orthodoxy." "Your Excellency Malin, tell us what we should do." Tuojin, once again, took on his responsibility as the chief political commissar. "Follow me to the battlefield, let’s end this senseless bloodshed." Two hours later, the Northern corps entered the battlefield from the south, and under the trembling gaze of everyone in the noble army, Malin walked out of the trenches alone. Behind Malin were the last four council members of Northernism. Soon, representatives from the noble army also came forward, surprising Malin—old Hagelberry appeared in the foremost position among the representatives. "We meet again, Malin." The old man looked thinner by two circles, his face full of self-mocking smiles: "Sorry, child, for letting you see the disgraceful side of the Hagelberry clan." "You shouldn’t have come." Malin sighed and said. "I indeed shouldn’t have come. My children advised me, my friends advised me, even my rivals this time advised me, because they all know your heart is as firm as steel. Whether I come or not, it would be of no avail." Old Hagelberry said this and coughed twice: "Malin, I’m sorry, I tried my best, but my friends didn’t think you would side with those young people behind you. After all, how could a prince make such a foolish decision?" Upon saying this, the old man laughed heartily. This made the scene somewhat desolate. The old man coughed twice more: "How could they know, as a Bishop of the Goddess of Harvest, you stand with the innocent; as a close friend of the Church of Justice, you side with righteousness. Everything you do can be called a benchmark of goodness, Malin, you and us are not on the same path." "Indeed, we are not on the same path. Today, before I came, Lulu came to beg me, to spare your life no matter what, but now I see a loyal minister seeking death." Malin sighed, "Surrender, don’t let the young continue to bleed." "Your Excellency Malin! We will not surrender! The Noble God will never forgive your betrayal!" a noble behind old Hagelberry shouted: "Malin has betrayed his noble status! The Noble God will never forgive him!" Malin smiled—when did the Noble God become a substitute? How interesting, Malin never thought he would have the chance to kill a deity twice. With such joy, Malin shook his head: "The Noble God, does he dare to face me?" "How could my master possibly fear..." Another noble beside the first one started to say, but looking at Malin’s feet, he was speechless. At Malin’s feet, snow was melting, flowers were blooming, the Holy Light adorning the land, it was the light of divinity, proof of Malin’s deification. "I am right here, I’m waiting for him. Tell your master to come see me, so I can sever its head." Malin said this and turned to look behind him—his soldiers were eagerly emerging from the trenches—witnessing them enthusiastically raising their Battle Flag under the lofty divine throne. One after another, regimental commanders and political commissars walked to Malin’s side, they lifted Malin’s marshal’s cape and kissed it gently. "Salute to you, Your Highness, in front of you, I repent." Some nobles can no longer bear the pressure from Malin, kneeling down. And then like dominoes, increasingly more noble representatives knelt before Malin. "Old man, surrender, this is a mistake of you nobles. As long as there is no more bloodshed here, I promise that once we enter the city, only the noble families involved in the assassination of Northernism members will be judged." Malin said to the pale-faced old man before him. "That’s right, child." Old Hagelberry smiled and drew a pistol from his waist, which was gifted by Malin, this old guy maintained it very well. He touched the gun nostalgically, then put it to his head. "When they talked about purging the Northernists, I opposed, because I knew once this happened, it meant the Northern nobles were breaking with you. But they didn’t think so, they naively thought you were a noble, and wouldn’t help those serfs and free citizens." The old man said, coughing several times, finally sighing: "After decisions were made, I took over the task of assassinating several young people from my grandson, I’ve lived long enough, I couldn’t watch my grandson die, so... if anyone has to die, let it just be me... so that the Hagelberry family might escape.". Malin shook his head. "I swore to my soldiers, with the blood of Northernists on your hands, the Hagelberry family has no necessity to continue existing." Saying this, Malin drew his revolver and aimed it at this old fox. "Then... Lulu?" Old Hagelberry asked. "She can hate me, she can leave me, she can even assassinate me, I won’t blame her, but I definitely won’t choose to forgive you... Old Hagelberry, you thought I was too merciful." After saying this, Malin cocked the revolver’s hammer in his hand. "Enough, Your Excellency Malin, we can pardon Hagelberry." General Stein Mansenheim walked to Malin’s side, reaching out to press down Malin’s arm. General Stein looked at the fallen Old Hagelberry in the pool of blood, with shock and confusion. Malin looked towards the northern defense line, soldiers were emerging from the trenches, placing their guns beside their feet, then kneeling down. Putting away the revolver, Malin turned to look at General Stein: "All nobles must be screened; the guilty will be hanged. Tell all soldiers to rest for a night and return to Copenhagen in the morning." "No, Your Highness Malin, Lord Old Hagelberry sought death, he didn’t want to see this kingdom destroyed before his eyes by us, even knowing we stand for justice." General Stein spoke with some incoherence, pointing at the body on the ground: "Your Highness, that’s your wife’s grandfather, how could you bring yourself to do this!" "General Stein, when Antoine and they died, why could the nobles bear to do this?" Malin looked at the middle-aged man before him and shook his head, then he looked at the Svenson brothers: "General Stein is exhausted. The screening of all nobles is handed over to you, I want to review the execution list one by one, remember, do not spare a single criminal." Saying this, Malin turned around and left the scene. Malin, too, understood Old Hagelberry’s intentions, as the saying goes, "A virtuous bird chooses a tree to roost, a loyal minister does not serve two lords." This world... is inherently this cruel, lacking any bit of warmth.