A painful roar resounded through the dark hall. Then there was a harsh sound of metal collision and grinding, interspersed with bursts of soft female laughter.
The painful screams gradually subsided and were replaced by heavy and difficult breathing. These breathing sounds contained a slight trembling sound, which sounded like a leaky bellows.
The soft laughter sounded again, this time without the interference of the sound of metal friction, the laughter seemed much clearer.
The laughter immediately turned into a cry of pain, but even the painful groan contained a faint temptation to commit crime.
The hall is high and empty. Although there are more than a dozen huge magic torches standing in a circle on the ground in the center of the hall, the jumping flames cannot reach the top and edges of the hall.
Against the backdrop of the flickering firelight, painted on the roof and walls of the temple, the scrolls about the gods and miracles of Heaven Mountain flickered on and off. For a moment, it seemed as if the gods and angels painted in them were all resurrected, with ferocious faces.
Staring at the center of the hall.
A thick smell of blood permeated the far-reaching hall.
In the center of the hall, more than ten magic torches formed a circle, illuminating a steel platform in the center. On the steel platform lay a naked man, with a steel nail through each of his hands and feet, and he was nailed to the steel platform.
On stage.
There was also a woman in full dress standing beside the steel platform. Her sleeves were rolled up, revealing her snow-like skin. Every movement she made seemed so gentle and elegant, no matter what she was doing.
"Art! This is real art!"
The woman sighed with emotion and stared at the man on the steel platform for a long time. Then she turned her wrist, showed a small and exquisite dagger, and slowly slashed towards the man's chest.
The man's chest had been cut open long ago, and the wound looked a little white. It looked like all the blood had drained out, and only some transparent liquid was still slowly seeping out.
His sternum was also cut off, exposing the still slightly squirming internal organs underneath.
His heart was still beating strongly.
And that dagger was slowly but resolutely piercing his heart!
The heart beat suddenly and kept twisting, trying to resist the cutting of the dagger.
A strange smile appeared on the corner of the woman's mouth. She held the dagger in both hands, almost leaning over the man. She used all her strength to finally cut the heart into pieces.
Cut in half.
The man's whole body trembled, and he let out a painful roar again. He clenched his fists and suddenly hit the steel platform hard. A strong force rushed out from under the woman's feet, causing her to scream in surprise and fall to the sky.
He fell to the ground.
After such a violent movement, the man's wrist muscles rubbed against the steel nails, and the wound suddenly became much larger.
The woman immediately stood up, straightened her somewhat messy clothes, and said with a smile:
"I really can't see that you still have the strength to fight back in this situation. It seems that I have to hammer a few more nails into you. Ilos, in fact, you know that all resistance is in vain, so why bother with that?
Where is the strength?
I will let you go today when I get tired of playing. You are a very smart person, why do you do such stupid things again and again these days?"
It was Iros who was nailed on the steel platform. He turned his head with difficulty, looked at the woman's nearly perfect face, and sighed with all his strength.
It's just that his entire throat has been cut open at this moment, so he can only spit once.
The woman took several huge steel nails and used the magic fire to carefully distinguish the patterns engraved on the steel nails. Finally, she chose a steel nail with a long dragon coiled around it and a steel nail with seven angels guarding it.
Then he took out a small hammer with purple electric light and drove the half-meter-long huge steel nail into Iros's elbow.
Her snow-white arms looked slender and tender, and the small hammer she swung was as delicate as a toy, but every time she struck weakly, there would be a loud noise, and in the harsh metal friction sound, the steel nails were born.
sink for a few minutes.
After the two steel nails were driven in, Iros lay on his back on the steel platform, breathing hard with only the strength left, and the light in his eyes gradually dissipated.
Wow!
A basin of milky-white liquid with a strong breath of sacredness and life was poured on Iros. This liquid had almost magical magical power. It was absorbed by Iros's wound at an incredible speed, and then gushed out in a lump that was too thick to dissolve.
The mist sealed his wounds.
The flesh and blood of Iros's wound began to squirm, and began to grow at a speed visible to the naked eye. Countless filaments connected the heart that was cut into two pieces, and then was slowly pulled together.
In the blink of an eye, Iros's body was as good as before.
“What a perfect piece of art!”
The woman couldn't help caressing Ilos's body with her crystal-clear hands, her eyes were astonishingly bright, and she kept admiring him almost as if she was dreaming.
Iros regained some of his anger and said to the woman intermittently:
"Rukia, don't bother with scheming, just kill me... it will be easier."
It turns out that this graceful young woman is none other than Lucia, the saint of the Holy Church.
But if other believers see what this saint is doing now, their views will definitely be shattered...
"Kill you? Why should I kill you?"
Lucia smiled softly, stroking Ilos' skin with her hands, and said:
"After I kill you, it won't take long for your soul to be resurrected! Devils are masters of the soul, but I am only interested in your body.
You see, although I don’t know how to explore the deep secrets of your soul, nor how to find out the origin of your life from the connection between your souls, you see, I can deduce it just from your structure as a devil.
Isn’t the existence of the origin of life also very powerful?”
The more Lucia spoke, the deeper and hoarse her voice became.
She slowly leaned on Ilos' naked and strong body, looked into Iros's eyes, and said slowly:
"And your body is really a rare work of art! After each cut, it will readjust its structure according to the damage it has suffered.
You know, every time I cut open your chest, the trembling anticipation can drive people crazy! You are truly the most perfect masterpiece of the Creator!"
Iros closed his eyes and ignored all her questions.
Lucia's breathing slowly became heavier, her fragrant breath gently brushed against Iros's face, and the slender fingers of her left hand were touching Iros's lips.
"Since I know that you have the origin of life, how can I give you the opportunity to use it?
Your soul will be trapped in this body forever, enduring endless pain.
Even if I kill you by mistake, I still won’t have time to destroy your soul. So, little Iros, you’d better give up all hope!”
Iros opened his eyes suddenly, opened his mouth, and quickly bit Lucia's slender fingers like lightning. Veins appeared on his forehead, and he almost used all his strength to bite down!
Lucia groaned, her eyes blurred for a while, and she seemed to be enjoying it very much, and then she slowly pulled her left hand out of Iros' mouth.
Because he bit too hard, blood began to ooze from the gaps between Iros's teeth, but there were only a few shallow tooth marks on Lucia's tender hands!
Lucia laughed and said softly: "Did you see it? My body is protected by divine power, and you can't hurt me at all!"
Her right hand slowly traveled on Iros's skin, gradually going down, and finally grasped the weapon that Iros had always been proud of. The slender five fingers moved with extreme agility, and instinct had already made it stand erect.
Iros closed his eyes again, as if falling into a deep sleep.