Even as the Navy Admirals, the God's Knights, and CP agents completed their encirclement—
Campbell stood unmoved.
He did not flee.
He did not resist.
Instead, he continued speaking, his voice burning with fervor, as if the siege around him did not exist at all.
He recounted his own path—his suffering, his awakening—and turned it into a call, urging everyone present to walk beside him, to share the same road.
"From this day onward," Campbell declared loudly,
"I will no longer be just me."
"I will become an idea."
"A belief."
"I will live forever—embedded in the dissatisfaction of the oppressed."
"If you have been persecuted by the Celestial Dragons, then pick up a blade and resist."
"If you fear exposure—if you fear being hunted—"
"Then put on my mask."
"You will become the executioners of the mortal world."
"I will bear the bloodshed.
I will bear the sin."
"Kill the sinners.
Shatter their chains."
"There is only one god in this world—
the God of the Black Sun!"
As his voice thundered across the execution ground, three hundred figures emerged behind him.
They were dressed in black.
Black robes.
Black gloves.
Each wore the tear-streaked mask of the Earthly Executor.
They stood in perfect order, shoulder to shoulder, and raised their voices in unison:
"Just as all people decay, nations too must fall.
Even a holy land that prospered for a thousand years has rotted into a living hell—
A den of demons wearing human skin!"
"From this day on, I am no longer myself.
I am belief.
I am an idea.
I will exist eternally—rooted in the rage of the oppressed."
"If you have been maimed and violated by the Celestial Dragons—
Pick up a blade and rise!"
"If fear stops you from revealing your face—
Then wear the mask!"
"You will become messengers of justice!"
"I will carry your blood.
I will carry your sin."
"We will erase evil.
We will shatter the chains."
"The Celestial Dragons are not gods—
They are parasites feeding on our flesh!"
"There is only one god in this world—
The great God of the Black Sun!"
The chant reached its peak—
Then stopped.
For one heartbeat, the world went silent.
Every eye—friend and enemy alike—fixed upon those three hundred figures.
They knew.
From this moment on, these people would become the most wanted enemies of the World Government.
And yet—
There was no fear in their eyes.
Only resolve.
Only vengeance.
They came from everywhere.
Some were young, muscles taut with unspent strength.
Some were old, eyes hardened by years of suffering.
Some were women—slender, beautiful, and unyielding.
Then—
They raised their masks.
As each mask settled into place, the Black Sun Seal ignited within their eyes, blazing with silent authority.
These were not soldiers.
They were believers.
Forged through pain.
Tempered by injustice.
They had found faith in the Black Sun—
Their final hope against the cruelty of the world.
Under Campbell's guidance, the power of the Black Sun was passed to them without reservation.
This power became their blade.
Their shield.
Their right to overturn the order of the world.
When it was over, the black-robed figures turned as one.
Their cloaks billowed.
And then—
They vanished into the darkness.
Only a single chant remained, echoing across the empty execution ground:
"Apostles of God!!!"
The world trembled.
It was as if a nuclear explosion had detonated in the hearts of the oppressed.
Across seas and continents, countless people felt something awaken within them.
Hope.
Rage.
Resolve.
The declaration of the Earthly Executor spread like wildfire.
Slaves tore cloth into black robes.
Masks were carved, stolen, improvised.
And when they wore them—
The Black Sun answered.
Those who truly rebelled gained sight.
Sight to distinguish good from evil.
Sight to judge sin.
From that day on, the Earthly Executor ceased to be a person.
It became a symbol.
An immortal idea.
As long as oppression existed, the Earthly Executor would endure.
Anyone could be one.
Anyone who wore the mask.
Anyone who chose resistance.
Of course, filth would follow.
Some would commit evil in the Executor's name.
But they would not escape judgment.
For the Black Sun sees all.
And those false apostles would be erased—
Without mercy.
Without exception.
The Earthly Executors would preach justice—
And enforce it with blood.
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