Criminal X : Epitome Of Evil-Chapter 230: The Only Warmth

Pablo would only kill.

The King didn’t even need to mention that.

Everyone again cheered for Pablo and Pablo just shrugged.

He was getting tired of this now.

’They are cheering for a criminal like me. Where are the people who keep saying karma will bite back? I am not getting bitten at all.’

’You would be burning in hell right now if not for the Gods of this world. They saved you from your punishment.’ Cupid spewed facts.

’That’s not my problem.’

Pablo didn’t come to Gods. They came to him.

Cupid shook her head.

The King carried on.

"Alright. I have spoken long enough. It’s time for the main thing. The mission should start now. So in the end, I will only say good luck and I wish for all of you to return alive. Kill the mist once and for all."

"Yes!" The soldiers shouted.

"That’s all. Now go inside. Your commander is Pablo and he will take it from here."

The King stopped talking and stood with his hands behind his back.

The crowd was silent and they all were looking at Pablo.

Pablo took a deep breath.

"I have nothing to say to all of you, the residents of this city, I am not someone who speaks big without doing anything. After I defeat the mist only then shall I say something about myself. So, I will just get on with the work right away."

"That’s so cool."

"Just like a man."

"Do it, Pablo."

The people liked Pablo’s attitude but Pablo was already ignoring them.

’You just didn’t want to talk with the crowd that’s why you said all that, right?’ Cupid guessed.

’Yes. You are getting smarter.’ Pablo answered. Cupid was right. He just didn’t want to address the crowd.

’I haven’t got smarter. I just became better at understanding your mind.’

’I see. So you still think you are an idiot. Nice.’

’How can you sa-’

Pablo ignored her later words. He was getting late.

He stepped forward, crossed the four high dukes.

Now he was standing behind the soldiers and the high dukes were behind him.

"Soldiers!" He yelled.

"Yes!" The soldiers yelled back.

"Turn around." Pablo commanded.

His voice was loud enough to reach the end of the line and the crowd was also silent so he was heard loud and clear.

The soldiers obliged and turned around in one motion.

Now they all faced Pablo and Pablo faced them.

This time, Pablo made sure to see the face of each soldier and he also requested the tailors to write the soldiers’ names on their suits.

"How many of you have families?" Pablo asked.

Hands were raised. The soldiers raised their hands and there were too many of them.

"Have you told your family where you are going? And today might be the last time they will see you. Have you told them all of this?"

"Yes, commander." The soldiers replied.

"Good. That was the right thing you all did. There is a chance of death behind the mist and I want all of you to be ready to die. Because I sure as hell am ready to die."

"Yes!" The soldiers were also ready to die.

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"But don’t throw your life away for nothing. If you are going to die then make sure you take enemies with you. None of you shall die alone. This is war and we are the men of war. No matter what anyone says, for us…"

Pablo looked at the first soldier standing in front of him.

"War is fun."

The soldier smiled. He nodded.

Pablo smiled back. The soldier agreed with him.

"Yes!" The other soldiers also conceded with Pablo. War was fun. Killing was fun.

"That’s the spirit. Wear those glasses now." Pablo ordered.

The soldiers acted right away and took out medium sized glasses.

The lens was big and round; it was like a mask for the eyes.

The soldiers wore it and then Pablo and Socrates wore them as well.

The high dukes weren’t left out as they also wore the infrared glasses.

The crowd was watching all that with interest and they never saw such glasses.

They wanted to ask but they didn’t want to disturb Pablo.

Pablo also gave no answer to the people and carried on.

"Now wear the masks." He gave another order.

The soldiers took out the masks and wore them.

The masks were black and they were also made of Demonite.

And the best part about them was that it would make the voices louder.

The last time Pablo went inside the mist, the communication was hard. The soldiers had to shout to make themselves heard but not this time.

The mask will amplify the voice of the soldier. They would save their strength for fighting instead of screaming.

The mask and the glasses covered the entire face of the soldiers and these two things also had Kevlar in them so they wouldn’t feel any heat when their body would be on fire.

The lenses of the infrared glasses were made of thick glass and Pablo tested them. The mist doesn’t harm the glass and it doesn’t go past the glass as well. So everyone’s eyes would remain safe from the mist.

The soldiers, high dukes, Socrates and Pablo wore the masks and glasses and Pablo continued his instructions.

"Alright. You all are ready. Now the last and final thing. Set yourselves on fire."

"Yes!"

The soldiers took another thing from their bracelet and it was the glory matches.

Each soldier had one box on them.

Pablo made the King give Glory matches to everyone. He didn’t care about the cost. He just wanted perfection.

The high dukes and Socrates did the same and all at once, everyone set themselves on fire.

The people were amazed at the scene as they never saw someone firing themselves.

Pablo was the last one to do that and now millions of people were on fire.

The total number of soldiers in the King’s army was ten million and it was a big number for a small kingdom like Forza.

"Now, does anyone have anything to say before diving inside the mist?" Pablo asked.

"I want to." One soldier raised his hand.

"Speak." Pablo gave permission.

"My name is Ferguson and I want to confess something."

"Do it." Pablo would hear it. Everyone was also curious.

"There is a girl in this city and I love her. I want to tell her that before going inside the mist. I don’t want to die without telling her my feelings."

"Oh. Say it then. Call her name and say it. But say it from where you are standing. No need to break the formation." Pablo permitted.

Ferguson nodded and with no fear, said the next words.

"Lisa, I love you. If I come back alive, I want you to marry me."

Pablo roamed his head around the crowd and he looked for a surprised girl.

And he found one as well.

The girl looked at Pablo.

Pablo asked with his eyes if she was the one whom Ferguson was talking about.

The girl nodded.

Then Pablo asked and said some more things with just his eyes alone and the girl shook her head, smiling.

’Oh. It’s good news then.’ Pablo understood what the girl meant with her smile.

He stopped looking at the girl and faced Ferguson.

"Lisa, if you don’t love this man then stay silent for five seconds. And if you love him then just shout, ’Yes. I will marry you. Come back alive.’ This will give the man motivation and purpose to win this fight and come to you. And Ferguson, you shall not look at the girl right now. You will only see her after this mission. Now do it."

Pablo gave some orders and waited.

Ferguson closed his eyes. He didn’t show it on his face but he was nervous. He didn’t want silence from Lisa.

He gathered the courage to confess just because he might die and he would never get the chance again.

But just after one second…

"I love you too. Come back alive and we will marry."

Ferguson broke into a long sigh. A ton of bricks lifted from his chest. His love was returned and that happened with only a few lucky ones.

Everyone clapped for them and just like Pablo said, Ferguson didn’t look at Lisa, his recent girlfriend.

But Cupid had a question and she didn’t ask it through her mind.

"What did you say to the girl with your eyes? Why did she smile like that?"

’I told her that whether she loves him or not, she has to say yes. Otherwise he will be heartbroken and he might pose problems. But the girl shook her head. She was going to say yes anyway.’ Pablo revealed.

"Oh. Nice." Cupid liked it.

"What did he answer?" Someone asked a follow up question and it came from an unexpected person—Andrezj.

Pablo was surprised but he didn’t mind it. The male angel was just curious.

Cupid gladly told Andrezj what Pablo said to her and he nodded as well.

"At least he knows about the pain when love isn’t returned." Andrezj remarked.

Pablo scoffed.

’I know the pain, Angel. Believe me.’

He looked at the sky, gazing far away as if seeing the other world.

’The only warmth and softness I received from the world was the warmth of blood and the softness of the knife.’