A man is kept alone in such a luxurious place, and his identity is full of mystery. If he is just a slave, shouldn't he be kept in a dirty basement?
His hands and feet were chained, he was naked, and he was trapped in the center of the stage. It felt like he was going to be watched by the entire "audience", so curious.
Isabel withdrew her gaze and thought seriously. The executor beside her asked her about the situation impatiently.
But before she could explain, footsteps suddenly came from the direction she came from.
Isabel was slightly startled, and immediately ordered her companions to hide in the darkness.
Then they saw that the team escorting the slaves they were following had walked behind them for some reason and arrived here later.
The same female slaves were escorted by the living dead wrapped in dark cloth.
At the same time, there was no luster in the eyes of these slaves, as if they had lost their souls. They were being manipulated by the living dead, without making a sound or resisting.
They lined up outside the small theater just now, stood beside the heavy door, and waited quietly.
Then, under the gaze of the three people from the Bright Light Realm, the living corpse escort pushed the door open, and the first slave walked into the door, took off his clothes, and then walked into the small circular theater.
Bang~!
The door then closed heavily, and no one knew what would happen inside.
Isabel moved aside, stretched out her hand to poke a hole in the wall again, and then peeked into the theater.
She saw that the female slave slowly walked towards the chained man on the stage as if controlled by a mysterious power, and then...
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The two executors were guarding against being discovered by the living dead while waiting for Isabel's instructions.
But the bishop spied on the situation in the room and was so carried away by what he saw that his body couldn't help but tremble, but the instructions didn't come for a long time.
Her face became increasingly ugly, and she didn't know what she saw.
"Your Majesty Bishop...we..."
The young executor asked her softly.
Suddenly, Isabel retracted her face and stretched out her fingers to block the peeping hole, preventing her two companions from seeing what was going on inside.
"What's going on inside?" another older enforcer asked her.
Isabel's expression gradually became angry: "Some disgusting things are happening. What do these guys think of people?"
"Uh...what?"
The two executors looked at each other. They had not seen the situation inside and did not understand what the bishop was talking about.
Isabel struggled with her expression, and finally uttered only one word to explain what she saw - "Mating!"
The companion was still confused.
Then, the irritated Isabel suddenly walked out of the shadows and walked towards the group of female slaves waiting in line.
The slaves really seemed to be controlled by some kind of force and did not react at all to the approaching female bishop. However, it was different for the few living corpse escorts.
They turned around and suddenly attacked Isabel like stiff machines.
The weapons they held were common rifles and melee scimitars. It was impossible for such an attack method to hurt Isabel, who was born in the Third Light.
After using the vigilante's ability to quickly dodge a few bullets, Isabel smashed the living corpses into powder, leaving only one, and asked two companions to tie them up with whips and throw them aside.
"Check these women first."
Isabel called the young executor, who hurried over, opened the slaves' eyelids, and checked the light sensitivity of their pupils.
"Is it an invisible technique? Not sure, they have lost their thoughts."
"So are they the same as these living dead?" the older Executor asked.
"No, these women are still alive, but their consciousness is in a trance, similar to hypnosis." Isabel pressed the forehead of a slave with her hand, and moved her face closer to look into her eyes.
"Your Majesty, what is behind this door?"
The young executor asked the same question again.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, the moans of men and women came from inside, which instantly made him blush.
"Well...that's how breeding livestock is on the farm..."
Isabel shrugged and turned to look at the tied living dead man again.
It is constantly biting into the air. It is conceivable that once its restraints are released, this thing will pounce on all living creatures in front of it.
"Whatever evil ritual the master of this castle is doing, we have to stop him."
Isabel concluded that these female slaves and the chained man inside must be performing an evil ritual, perhaps preparing some terrible evil thing to come into the world, which would not be a good thing anyway.
As the executives of the Bright Light Realm, they could not allow this kind of thing to happen, so under Isabel's order, the three of them prepared to open the door and break in to destroy the "good things" inside.
But at this moment, a very hidden voice suddenly appeared in Isabel's ears.
"Mating? What an interesting description."
It was a woman's voice, which sounded very strange, because except for the two male executors, there was no one else around Isabel...
Oh no... Aren't those dull female slaves who were controlled all women?
Isabel's face changed slightly, and she turned to look at the slaves. She didn't know if it was an illusion or a memory error. She felt that one person was missing?
At the same time, the executor who was reaching out to push the thick door suddenly let out a scream.
He retracted his hand, but his hand was already stained with something, like paint, which was slowly corroding his palm.
The corrosive power was very terrifying, and it was spreading rapidly and would not stop. In just two seconds, half of his arm turned into pus.
Isabel reacted very quickly, almost without thinking, and immediately crushed the remaining half of the executor's arm into powder, preventing the power of decay from spreading.
She looked up and saw that the entire thick door was covered with melted paint-like liquid and was still bubbling.
This is a trap!
Isabel reacted, ordered another subordinate to pick up the injured executor, and hurriedly ran back.
They returned to the corridor, and after running through it, they found the tower they came from. They could leave directly from below.
But at this moment, a figure in front blocked their way.
He was a man with red skin, and his complexion looked very much like the Valentine people of the eastern aborigines.
He is naked from the waist up and wears a feathered crown, resembling a respected elder or chief among the Valentan tribe.
How could such a guy appear in Turbulent Castle and block the way of Isabel and others?
Just when they paused, the executioner who had lost his hand and had no time to stop the bleeding suddenly whimpered, his eyes turned white, and he died on his companion's shoulder.
They attended the banquet without bringing any medical supplies with them, and eventually lost him.
Isabel's expression was very ugly, and her anger at losing her subordinate burst out uncontrollably.
She didn't care about the background of the guy blocking her way, and immediately used the power of the night watchman, instantly taking away all the "light" around him, and then gathered it all into her own hands.
If a person is cut off from all the light around him, then he is no different from being blind. No matter what kind of attack he wants to make, he cannot "aim".
However, the other party's next action completely surprised Isabel.
He read the name "Isabelle Chardeau Roland" and then ordered her to kill her companions!
And Isabel really listened to his words, and uncontrollably stuffed the light energy gathered in her hand into the mouth of the still-living young executor!