"Ahhhhh!"

Viper removed his boot from Bane's face.

Bain felt warm blood pouring out of his nose, flowing down his cheeks and onto his upper lip.

"Cough cough cough cough, don't fight, please don't fight, I'm already feeling desperate, just let me go."

There is a pile of charcoal fire in front of Silverhand, and he is burying the upper half of his long sword in it, waiting for it to slowly heat up.

Bain's hands were constantly shaking, and fear was eating away at his heart bit by bit.

He is a very self-aware person, and he regards many people as cowards, but he also knows that he is not a strong-willed warrior, and it is impossible for him to remain unmoved in the face of torture.

To be honest, he hasn't cried yet. In fact, he is a little surprised, which refreshes his view of himself. Maybe he is not as cowardly as he thought.

Bain took another look at the sword body which was exuding high temperature.

Then he immediately closed his eyes because he didn't dare to keep his eyes on it for even a second.

His reason told him that the order he gave them was only to scare Ha La into a mental breakdown, but not to actually leave her with indelible harm.

But maybe they won't "retaliate tooth for tooth" perfectly and do a little transgression, or maybe they know that their family can perfectly heal this kind of damage.

Reason has been expelled by fear to a dark corner of his brain, huddled together and trembling. His brain is fantasizing about the feeling of hot metal pressing against his skin every moment.

First the skin is burned, and then the hot heat penetrates the dermis, burning the meat underneath, and directly roasts the meat on his body.

What would have happened if he hadn't done this? He went crazy imagining the possibility that it didn't happen, wanting to hide himself in a non-existent reality and keep fear away from his mind temporarily.

He couldn't face such a daunting thing. He couldn't bear every minute and second of this moment. He even imagined that he would cut Ha La into pieces after leaving, even though he knew that he would not do that.

But he still tried in vain to imagine Ha La begging for mercy in front of him, suppressing the panic that was about to break out.

Snapped!

The burning pain pulled him out of his hallucination.

The severe pain from the whip on his body was unbearable. He could feel countless tiny iron hooks drilling into his skin, piercing the capillaries and dermis. Then, as the tiny iron hooks pulled back, the entire skin was stiffened.

The ground was torn off.

"Ahhhhhh! Please spare me. I know I was wrong. I am guilty. I should not have plotted to harm Ha La."

Silverhand listened to Bain's heart-rending screams and begging for mercy, took a deep breath of pleasure, and continued to roast his long sword with charcoal fire.

Viper looked at Silverhand:

"Are you going to play?"

Bain's heart was pounding.

Silver Hand showed a cruel smile:

"Wait a little longer, the temperature is almost enough."

Bain knew that the other party was probably trying to scare him, but he still prayed to the gods he didn't know existed, hoping that time would move slower.

Even if it's a second slower, that's fine.

Bain, who had just screamed because of being whipped, although he sincerely did not want the viper to whip him again, because the pain was really unbearable, he paradoxically hoped that the viper would whip him a few more times, because the burning pain was too much.

Just imagining the pain of burning is torture.

'God, please save me. Don't let me suffer like this anymore. I'm willing to do anything.'

"Really? Are you willing to do anything?" A male voice sounded next to Bain's ears.

Bain was stunned.

He looked at Viper and Silverhand, and they didn't seem to notice anything strange.

Is this an auditory hallucination? Is it because of excessive fear that I have created fantasies to escape reality?

"Fantasy? Although I am not a real god, I did hear your prayer. No, it's not right to say that I heard it. I should say...

"I saw your prayers."

Bain asked silently in his heart:

"Who are you anyway? What do you want?"

A hearty male laughter sounded in Bain's mind:

"Who am I? I am the Eye of Odin. I saw you. You have intersected with several interesting people I have been following recently. Let me take a look. Oh, it's really bad. Your life has taken a turn for the worse, little one.

Little Bane had no time to show his ambition, and was crushed to death in the hands of the demon hunter."

Bain asked in his heart:

"What on earth are you talking about? And what kind of reward do you want to save me? Just ask, as long as the price is reasonable..."

The Eye of Odin laughed mockingly:

"Reward? What can you give me? There is nothing of value in you, even your soul and life are not worth mentioning in my eyes.

"If I insist on saying that you have any 'interesting' partners, it's just that you have some interactions with Ha La and Hewen. As for the reward, didn't you just say that?

"You are willing to give 'everything' in exchange for being away from this pain."

Bain sneered in his heart:

"I just yelled a few words in my heart, do you take it seriously? Do you know what you are doing? I don't know where you are a wizard, but I am a noble. If I really hand over my 'everything' to

If I give it to you, the outcome will only be that I am imprisoned and you are found and killed by the Knights."

The male voice just chuckled and then stopped talking.

Silver Hand pulled out the long sword from the burning coals.

Ta,ta,ta.

The retired knight stepped on silver boots and walked up to Bain.

Bain quickly shouted:

"You can't do this. I specifically asked you not to leave irreversible scars. This crosses the line..."

As if Silverhand didn't hear you, he stretched the red sword tip towards Bain's arm.

The hot air was already giving Bain an unbearable sting.

Then the blazing sword touched Bain's skin.

"Ahhhh!" Bain let out a sharp cry that he could not even imagine.

At this moment, he felt that his arm had been completely wrapped by the hot magma, and the high-temperature and viscous molten material was swallowing up his flesh and blood bit by bit.

Of course this was just an illusion caused by the severe pain, but Bain really felt like his hand was going to be scorched.

He glanced at the sword body with difficulty and found that the blade did not fit tightly against his skin, but caused acceptable damage under Silver Hand's precise control.

I rationally tell myself again and again that this is nothing at all, I just need to persevere...

"His rationality, I can't help it, I accept it, I accept it, I accept any conditions..."

Before Bain could finish speaking, he found that the two people standing opposite him froze.

Then their right eye bulged slightly like a fish.

Then, there was a bang.

The lens and cornea were scattered all over the floor, and blood continued to flow from the hole, just like the outlet of a sewer constantly spewing fresh human blood.

With an unpleasant squeezing sound, two eyes emitting golden light came out of their empty eyeballs, with a dark red support composed of muscle fibers attached behind them.
Chapter completed!