Chapter 115: People in **** (on)

Chapter 115 People in Hell (Part 1)
Yongxing City, somewhere.
It is very painful.
The air here is cold and moist, its skin is wrinkled, the limbs are weak, the abdomen is dry, the lips are trembling, and the teeth are dull.
Only the darkness around it makes it safe.
It raised his right hand and wanted to change his position, but inadvertently hit the metal cage.
The tingling tingling sensation comes from the surface of the skin that has just touched the metal.
It opened its mouth and made a meaningless painful roar.
This cage.
The magic seal above, rigorous, meticulous, thoughtful, perfect and without loopholes - is the standard product of the Alchemy Tower.
I don't know if it is the work of the Institute of Imprisonment or the Lab of the Curse.
Probably the former.
In the ruined alchemy tower, this single-function magical cage, only this long-standing faction will study.
For example, it is locking it in this cage.
It has endured such a day and I don’t know how long it has been. Even the feeling of time has become insensitive. It even suspects that it will go on like this. One day, it will even forget its own name.
Feeding food once a month, a fixed monthly electric shock, and work that must be done all the time.
In this case, it began to miss its own subject - it still remembers the pain that it was when it was cut from the subject, and the sorrow and sorrow that came from the subject's mind. call.
Even after many days, nights and nights, even when it was his turn to be cut, the pain was not as painful as the separation from the subject.
It really wants to... return to its main body.
If you remember correctly, the subject should be locked in the capital of triumph—the capital of the human empire. The land has long been divided, leaving only a small piece of territory, weak and small. The group of human beings still claim to be empire without shame. .
Shouldn't the weak be killed?
Thinking of this, it was a little chaotic thinking because of being held for a long time.
By the way, has the subject been for a while, and hasn’t sent anything from the Arc de Triomphe? No matter what the letter or the item is, there is nothing.
The connection between the mind and the subject seems to have broken for some time?
Humans no longer use it?
impossible. It does not believe that the evil human beings will let it or the subject take a vacation - they will only be endless, and they will drain their values ​​from the bottom line.
Is there something unexpected in the main body? This thought flashed through its heart.
No... The subject is trapped in the same way, but at least it is completely preserved in the capital of triumph, the empire knows its value, and the imperial prince even tries to communicate with the subject - but how does the proud subject respond? Humble human trading requests, so they are currently using only their own communications.
Although the empire is no longer strong, the human beings will certainly protect the subject. As long as the triumph is not destroyed overnight, the subject will be safe.
One day... it will inevitably return to the main body... by then it will be strong again, as it used to be.
Then, it must be careful to hide itself, to grow itself, and most importantly... to find the means to restrain those magicians.
Being imprisoned and humiliated as a slave, it will never go through the second time.
Especially the magician.
Giza Truman... If the human being outside the cage has recently mentioned the name, it almost has to be forgotten.
It grinds the teeth with hatred - in front of the magician, the feeling of the flesh and blood that smashes underneath, the feeling of being shackled under the other's feet, it will never forget.
At this time, the familiar feeling of bulging came from the abdomen.
Come... it thinks.
Work and drive for slavery - humiliation is once again on its mind.
I don't know which limb is this time.
At the top of the metal cage, the bell slammed in a timely manner.
"Hey."
The metal cage door opened.
It tried to scream out of the cage and tried to express hatred and maliciousness.
The sharp pain of the spikes came again.
It knows that it must be out of the way to complete the task, otherwise these severe pains will only intensify.
Like hundreds of times in the past, it is reluctant to climb out of the cage.
The pain is slowly reduced.
Its abdomen squirmed, and the contents of it rushed into the throat and reached the mouth.
The feeling of bulging gradually disappeared.
It opened its mouth full of fangs and spit out a piece of paper in the dark.
It’s a piece of paper... It’s annoying to think: These stupid humans can’t send something interesting next time?
The piece of paper was caught by a young man in a white robe and pulled out of its mouth violently.
Rude humans.
The pain appeared again, it groaned in pain, knowing that he should have returned.
With a full of humiliation and pain, it crawled back into the cage.
The pain disappeared.
The young man lit the light, and the glare of the light shone as it licked his teeth and lifted his claws to block the fine eight eyes.
Light.
It's the most annoying thing.
Fortunately, after the young people saw the paper, they extinguished the light for the first time.
"From the fortress, the latest updated information," in the darkness, in its vision, the young man in the white robe put down the paper on his hand and made a louder voice than usual: "There is something beyond our imagination."
"Oh?" An old, hoarse voice rang.
It remembers this voice. In the years that were taken away from the capital of Triumph, many humans have been responsible for managing its cages, but this old voice seems to have been managed for a long time.
"First of all, the prince encountered a murder of Rumba at the border... but it seems to be a surprise. Now the corps is being escorted by Rumba to Longyan City."
"You know that I don't care about this." The old hoarse voice faintly said: "What about the murderous madman?"

Giza Truman did not follow our plan and went to contain Ramon with the blood bottle – even if we used various channels, it hinted at the importance of Ramon to the Brotherhood.
Young people silently .
Giza Truman.
Its nerves are once again stimulated by the familiar name.
Its enemies.
Magician.
The enemy of life in the flesh and blood.
"What happened?" The hoarse voice of the old man rang again.
"It made a public appearance... According to our eyeliner at Broken Dragon Fortress, Giza seems to have endangered the safety of His Royal Highness on the road." Young people said.
The sound of a cane slamming in the darkness.
"Well?" The voice of the old man questioned: "According to the previous reward, isn't it the night queen to intercept the Highness, so I will ask for help from the Broken Dragon Fortress?"
"Yes, but the information has been updated. It seems that things have become a bit more complicated." The young man looked up and revealed a smile that could not be seen in the dark: "The blood magician appears, for the hands." - Black night."
It blinked sharply.
In the years when it was cut off from the subject, although it experienced too much numbness and chaos, the memory with the subject remained in its mind.
Midnight...
A familiar vocabulary...
Where have you heard it?
silence.
The old hoarse voice did not return.
"I remember that thing on the list of legendary anti-magic armed forces...but from your reaction," the white robe young man raised his brow: "That is really a bad thing, right? You know, if We are now arranging manpower for the communication, and maybe we can stop the Queen of the Night..."
The air in the dark seems to solidify instantly.
"Don't ask, the coffin is not something we can touch," the half-beep, hoarse voice sounded slowly: "Whether it is the coffin itself, or something in the coffin."
The young man frowned, revealing a confused look.
But he finally nodded: "Giza was not reappeared after being forced by the supreme shield. And Ramon was led to Exeter according to the original plan."
The old figure slowly stood up.
"Very well, if the blood bottle still can't find Ramon, we will remind them again... In any case, the blood magician must be led..."
"In fact, this is the next thing I want to say," the young voice interrupted him: "Your last temptation seems to work."
The master of the old voice, the black prophet Morat Hansen slowly raised his head in the darkness.
"Although under our supervision, the Brotherhood Headquarters did not have any action...but the Black Sword appeared on the border between the two countries," the young man bent his lips. "I think he is going to save Ramon... It seems that Ramon." There are indeed problems, and his value to the Brotherhood is probably far beyond our imagination."
Another strange silence.
Until the laughter of Morat's haze slowly spread.
"Hehehe," the black prophet smiled lowly: "Hey, I was almost cheated by my own student with the old woman... For a moment, I really want to dispel doubts about Ramon’s identity and remove him from the black. Out of the list."
"However, the careful disguise is also against the suspicion that you are stronger than the Broken Dragon Fortress, Teacher." The young man in the white robe, Rafael Lindbergh looked up in the darkness and sneered sarcastically.
"Put out the news," Morat didn't care about Raphael's ridicule. He put away his smile and whispered: "The prince should have already entered Exeter?"
Rafael nodded: "They are on the last leg of the black sand collar."
"Let Chora come back," the black prophet nodded, taking a deep breath: "Since he has completed the mission, he successfully led Ramon to the prince's mission..."
The pieces of paper on Raphael's handle were smashed and gently sprinkled on a strange pattern on the floor. After the piece of paper touched the pattern, it burned and disappeared strangely.

Do you want to go to the next step?
The young man is faint.
"Well, it's time to send a big gift to the darkroom and the fraternity," the black prophet paused his cane: "Get ready to leave, this is the first big test before you take over the head of the mystery - to ensure black Sword and Giza entered Longyan City at the same time and found Ramon."
Raphael showed a bright smile.
"Black Sword against the blood of the magician, presumably will be a big scene," Morat took a deep breath and re-sit: "It's really exciting scenes."
"So you are responsible for leading the two legendary anti-magic armed forces in Longyan City?" Raphael raised his mouth: "An unscrupulous magician in a country's capital... The scene is not big, but second, but It will definitely be hard to see. Are you sure you want to do this?"
Especially... that is a famous murderous madman for all intelligence agencies.
Raphael smiled on his face and silently said.
"Take it as a gift to Exter, and give me a sigh of relief for the losses I have suffered in the past few months." The Black Prophet said: "After all, this is also to solve the blood more efficiently." The threat of the magician..."
"I really want to see how the old woman in Longyan City should cope with this situation."
Also, Morat secretly thought: Under the acquiescence of the Kingdom Secret, the Black Street Brotherhood has been in sight for many years.
Since the blood bottle gang has been hit hard, both Ahidah and Giza have been forced to show up.
The brotherhood, including the hand behind it, is the time to pay a price.
Everything is for the stability of the Star Kingdom, isn't it?
(End of this chapter)