Chapter 48: People in Hell (Part 1)

Eternal Star City, somewhere.

It hurts.

The air here was cold and humid, and its skin shriveled, its limbs became limp, its belly was withered, its lips quivered, and its teeth were dull.

Only the darkness around him makes him feel at ease.

It raised its right hand, trying to change its posture to lie on its stomach, but bumped into the metal cage inadvertently.

A sharp tingling sensation came from the surface of the skin that had just touched the metal.

It opened its mouth and let out a meaningless howl of pain.

This damn cage.

The magic seal on it is rigorous, meticulous, comprehensive, perfect and has no loopholes - it is the standard product of the Alchemy Tower.

I don't know if it is the work of "Institut of Imprisonment" or "Spell Lab".

Probably the former.

In the already extinct Alchemy Tower, this kind of magic cage with a single function can only be studied by this faction that has been in decline for a long time.

For example, this cage that is locking it up here.

It has endured this kind of life for an unknown amount of time, and it has become numb to the sense of time. It even suspects that if it continues like this, one day it will even forget its own name completely.

Food is given once a month, electric shocks are fixed every month, and work must be done all the time.

In this case, it began to miss its main body—it still remembers the pain when it was cut off from the main body, and the heart-piercing screams and misery from the main body's thinking. Call.

Even in the many days and nights that followed, even when it was its turn to be cut open, the pain was not as painful as the pain of being separated from the main body at the beginning.

It really wants to...return to its own subject.

If I remember correctly, the main body should be imprisoned in the Capital of Triumph—the capital of the damned human empire. It is clear that the country has been torn apart long ago, leaving only a small piece of territory. It is so weak that those humans still shamelessly call themselves the Empire .

Shouldn't the weak die?

Thinking of this,

Because it had been imprisoned for an unknown period of time, its somewhat chaotic thinking suddenly moved.

By the way, hasn't the subject sent anything from Triumph Capital for a while? Neither letters nor items, nothing.

The thinking connection with the subject seems to have been broken for some time?

Humans don't use it anymore?

impossible. It doesn't believe that those evil humans will let it or the main body take a vacation-they will only drain their own value endlessly without knowing the bottom line.

Did something happen to the subject? This thought flashed through its mind.

No... Although the subject is also imprisoned, at least it is completely preserved in the capital of triumph. The empire knows its value, and the prince of the empire even tried to communicate with the subject—but how could the proud subject respond? Trading requests from lowly humans, so they're just using themselves for the communication at the moment.

Although the empire is not as strong as before, those humans will definitely protect the main body. As long as the triumphal city is not destroyed overnight, the main body will be safe and sound.

One day it will inevitably return to the main body... then it will be strong again, just like before.

Then, it must carefully hide itself, strengthen itself, and most importantly... find a way to restrain those magicians.

Being captured and imprisoned, the humiliation of being a slave, it will never experience the second time.

Especially that damn magician.

Giza Trilman... If the humans outside the cage hadn't mentioned this name recently, it would have almost forgotten it.

It gritted its teeth with hatred—in front of that magician, it would never forget the feeling of boiling and exploding flesh and blood, the feeling of crawling at the opponent's feet and howling in misery.

At this moment, a familiar feeling of swelling came from the abdomen.

Here it comes... it thought.

The labor and servitude of human slavery—the humiliation came to him again.

I don't know which limb it is this time.

On the top of the metal cage, the bell rang violently and sharply at the right time.

"Patter."

The metal cage door opened.

It roared out of the cage door with all its strength, trying to express its hatred and malice.

The sharp pain like a sharp spike struck again.

It knows that it has to get out of the cage to complete the task, otherwise the severe pain will only intensify.

Like hundreds of times in the past, it reluctantly and had to climb out of the cage with difficulty.

The severe pain gradually eased.

Its belly squirmed, and the contents rushed up its throat and into its mouth.

That bloated feeling gradually disappeared.

It opened its mouth full of fangs and spit out a piece of paper in the darkness.

Another piece of paper... It thought annoyedly: These stupid humans, can't they send something interesting next time?

The piece of paper was grabbed by a young man in a white robe and roughly pulled out of its mouth.

rude human.

The severe pain reappeared, it howled in pain, and at the same time knew that it was time to return to the cage.

Filled with humiliation and pain, it crawled back into the cage.

The pain disappeared.

The young man lit up the lamp, and the dazzling light made it grin its teeth for a while, and raised its paws to block the eight pairs of eyes.

Light.

It's the most annoying thing.

Fortunately, after the young man saw the paper clearly, he immediately turned off the light.

"From the fortress, the latest updated information." In the darkness, in its field of vision, the young man in white robe put down the piece of paper in his hand, and made a much more dignified voice than usual: "Things are a bit beyond our imagination."

"Oh?" An old and hoarse voice sounded.

It remembered this voice. In the years when it was taken away from the capital of triumph, many humans had been responsible for managing its cage, but this old voice seemed to have managed it for a long time.

"First of all, the prince was intercepted and killed by Lunba at the border... But it seems that there was no danger. Now the mission is going to Dragon Clouds City under the escort of Lunba."

"You know I don't care about this." The old hoarse voice said lightly: "Where is that murderer?"

"Giza Trilman didn't follow our plan and went to surround Ramon with the Blood Bottle Gang—even though we hinted to them countless times about Ramon's importance to the Brotherhood through various channels." The young man said silently .

Giza Trilman.

Its nerves were stimulated by that familiar name again.

its enemies.

Magician.

The enemy of life in flesh and blood.

"What happened?" The old hoarse voice sounded again.

"It made a public appearance... According to our eyeliner in Broken Dragon Fortress, Giza seems to have endangered the safety of His Royal Highness Thales on the way." The young man said.

The sound of a cane hitting the ground resounded in the darkness.

"Huh?" The old voice questioned: "According to the previous reports, isn't it the Queen of the Night who intercepted His Highness, that's why she asked for help from Broken Dragon Fortress?"

"Yes, but the information has been updated, and it seems that things have become a little complicated." The young man raised his head, showing a smile that no one could see clearly in the dark: "The blood magician appeared because of the thing in the hands of the vampires— — Dark Night Black Coffin.”

It opened its eyes suddenly.

During the years when it was cut off from the subject, although it experienced too much numbness and chaos, the memory of the subject still remains in its mind.

dark night...

Such a familiar vocabulary...

Where did you hear it?

silence.

The old hoarse voice did not reply.

"I remember that thing is on the list of legendary anti-demon armed forces... But judging from your reaction," the white-robed young man raised his brows: "It is indeed a remarkable thing, isn't it? You know, if Let's send a message to deploy people now, maybe we can stop the Queen of the Night..."

The air in the darkness seemed to freeze instantly.

"Don't ask, that coffin is not something we can touch." After a while, a hoarse voice sounded slowly: "It doesn't matter if it's the coffin itself or the things inside it."

The young man frowned, showing a puzzled expression.

But he nodded in the end: "Giza did not reappear after being retreated by the fortress... and Ramon was led to Exeter by us as originally planned."

The old figure stood up slowly.

"Very good, if the Blood Bottle Gang still can't find Ramon, we will remind them again... No matter what, the Blood Magician must be led over..."

"In fact, that's the next thing I want to say," interrupted the young voice. "Your last attempt seems to be working."

The master of the old voice, Black Prophet Morat Hansen slowly raised his head in the darkness.

"Although under our surveillance, the headquarters of the Brotherhood did not take any action... but the black sword appeared on the border between the two countries," the young man curled his lips, "I think he is going to save Ramon... It seems that Ramon There are problems, and his value to the Brotherhood may be far greater than we imagined."

There was another eerie silence.

Until Morat's gloomy laughter came out slowly.

"Hehehe," the Black Prophet laughed lowly, "Hey, I was almost cheated by my student and that old woman... For a moment, I really wanted to dispel my doubts about Ramon's identity and clear him out of the black world." off the list."

"However, no matter how carefully you cover it up, it's no match for your suspicion, which is stronger than Broken Dragon Fortress, teacher." The young man in white robe, Raphael Lindbergh raised his head in the darkness and chuckled ironically.

"Let's release the news," Morate didn't care about Raphael's ridicule. He put away his smile and whispered: "The prince should have entered Exeter, right?"

Raphael nodded: "They are on the last stretch of the road within the Heisha Territory."

"Let Jorah come back," the Black Prophet nodded, taking a deep breath, "Since he has completed the task and successfully lured Ramon to the prince's mission..."

Raphael shredded the pieces of paper in his hands and sprinkled them lightly on a strange pattern on the ground. After touching the pattern, the pieces of paper burned and disappeared strangely.

"Do you want to proceed to the next step?" The young man said lightly.

"Well, it's time to send a big gift to both the Darkroom and the Brotherhood." The Black Prophet paused his cane: "Get ready to go, this is your first big test before taking over as the head of the Secret Division—to ensure that the Black Prophet Jian and Giza entered Dragon Clouds City at the same time, and found Ramon."

Raphael smiled brightly.

"Black Sword vs. Blood Magician, it must be a big scene." Morat took a deep breath and sat down again: "It's really an exciting scene."

"So you're in charge of diverting the two legendary anti-magic weapons in Dragon Clouds City?" Raphael raised the corner of his mouth, "An unscrupulous magician is in the capital of a country... the scene is not big, but It must be ugly, are you sure you want to do this?"

Especially...that is a well-known murderous maniac for all intelligence agencies.

Raphael smiled on his face and said silently in his heart.

"Think of it as the star's return gift to Exter, and take a sigh of relief for the losses my Majesty and I have suffered in the past few months." The Black Prophet said with emotion: "After all, this is also to deal with the blood more efficiently. The threat of the magician..."

"I really want to see how that old woman in Longxiao City will deal with such a situation."

Also, Morat thought secretly: With the acquiescence of the Kingdom's Secret Division, the Black Street Brotherhood has been prosperous for too many years.

Now that the Vial Gang has been decimated, both Ashida and Giza are forced to show up.

It's time for that fraternity, including the hand behind it, to pay a price.

Everything is for the stability of Star Kingdom, isn't it?