"I didn't expect this money to be so difficult to get. I have to ask the boss to pay for it." Dmitri winked at McKinally.
"Then end this game quickly. His body is as hard as a piece of granite. I have never beaten such a strong animal." McKinally swallowed.
Dmitri quickly worked on the projection screen.
Kalki was struggling to straighten his body to face the next round of beatings. The ropes on his hands were instantly withdrawn and disappeared. His body suddenly fell to one side and fell heavily on the sun wheel-shaped execution platform.
Before he could moan a few times, a binding rope, like a small and flexible snake, sprang out from a small hole in the honeycomb table, binding his feet, and a suspended anti-gravity hook flew straight up.
Kalki, who is nearly 1.9 meters tall, is hung upside down in the center of Xingtai, with his arms hanging down naturally, almost touching the ground.
"Hmm..." He uttered, trying hard to raise his arms in the severe pain.
It seems that I have returned to the corporal punishment scene at the "Ajido" martial arts school many years ago. Teacher Heinier was extremely disgusted with Kalki's naughty behavior and always punished him severely whenever he got the opportunity.
At the age of 9, he was hung upside down on the corporal punishment table known as the "Silver Platform". Valaskjálf was simply an old friend from his boyhood. As long as he could make an upward movement with his head touching his legs, he would block his legs.
The number on the counter at the bottom will flip once. When the number of corporal punishment is reached, it will be automatically unlocked.
The number stays at 199.
"Kalki, hurry up and finish making 200! We have all finished eating!" Varuna raised his head and shouted loudly, "I left one for you, otherwise you will starve again."
"It's so interesting!" Little Kalki stretched out his arms like a happy bird, and his eyes were as bright as gems on his upside-down face. "Everything is upside down! The entire Ajido Martial Arts School, the waterfall,
The river, the forest, the birds...and you, Varuna, it’s so interesting to look at it backwards! It’s like a new world! Oh hey!”
The world of his childhood was too pure and flawless, and he could never forget the upside-down Platonic world. The white decorative spiers of the martial arts school shone like flying towards him, and the boundless green forest cast a layer of blue-purple light at the junction of the horizon.
Varuna's golden hair shone.
Everything is bright and bright, such a beautiful world, but now my eyes are getting blurry and my body is getting weaker.
The upside-down figure swayed in front of his eyes, and he had to focus his eyes to see clearly. He raised his hands with the last of his strength, and laboriously made a gesture that he loved to do when he was hanging on the "Silver Platform" in his childhood, with his arms open and parallel to the
Gesture of the ground.
"The world is upside down, the wheel of fortune..." he murmured in Plato.
This Aryan language of the interstellar age has a spell-like magic power, which made the four Gaia soldiers present hold their breath and watch this special scene. A circle of pale spotlights illuminated the white tiger hanging upside down.
The knight, a shirtless warrior, has an almost perfect body shape. The pale color of his skin adds to the sculptural beauty. The wet blond hair hanging down hangs on his majestic and handsome face like a god, making everything plated.
It has a religious meaning.
"Okay, it's time to finish the performance of Death of the Swan." Dmitri nodded to McKinnarion.
McKinally, wearing the uniform of a prisoner of war management camp, placed the discipline stick in the drawer, then automatically locked it, and took out a black short stick from another drawer that opened automatically.
He walked towards Kalki who was hanging upside down on the execution platform with great strength. He could not see clearly, but he could still clearly see the strongest black-skinned man who beat him the most, and held the short stick in his hand like a stick in front of him.
The hilt of a laser sword generally emits a bright white light.
He gasped and kept himself calm. What if the Gaians were to use a Gaia laser sword to cut him into pieces or cut off his head? He could already feel the shadow of death flickering behind him, which was murderous intent.
, he wants to kill him.
As if using a laser blade, McInally stabbed it directly into his bare chest with a blank expression.
For a moment, the blood in Kalki's body felt like it was going backwards. He thought that the laser sword would pierce his chest directly, just like he was as ruthless as he was to Hitting.
"Haha, it turns out that we can also frighten the so-called brave and fearless Plato knights." Demetrius said with a smile. He carefully observed the faces of the prisoners of war. Kalki closed his eyes before he thought he would receive a fatal blow.
In fact, this strange arc of light only passed through his body and passed through his heart.
Since there is no padma crystal core like Plato's knight's sword, McInari just kept the piercing position with his hand.
"In 10 minutes, the coroner will write myocardial infarction in the cause of death column of your death certificate." Dmitri had a strange smile on his face, "However, I am entrusted by others and will not let anyone do it.
You passed so happily."
"McKinally, let him try the hot sauce first," another colleague who was taking a break interrupted.
On that dark face, the wide nostrils stretched out and the lips were split. It was a weird and slightly terrifying smile, and then he pressed a button at hand.
For a moment, Kalki felt like he had been shot in the heart.
Every cell in his body spasmed, and if his abdomen was not empty, he would immediately vomit without stopping. The extreme pain and discomfort hit every atom that made up his body like an electric current, and he stopped breathing instantly.
His eyes were as blurry as snow, and he could see nothing except the light. He didn't realize that his face had been distorted by severe pain, and the damage to his internal organs from being beaten for three hours was also revealed, and the bright red blood flowed from his face.
It flowed out of his nostrils and mouth, flowed to his eyes and forehead, flowed all the way to his hanging blond hair, and then dripped to the ground.
But the blood drops will disappear completely in almost a few seconds. Everything is very clean. The table is extremely clean and white without any blood stains.
His blue eyes were wide open, like those of a man with a death stare, and his eyelids were twitching neurotically.
He finally realized the feeling of being killed. In the past, he was the only one who massacred others, but today he finally realized it.
His hands hung down limply, as if his soul had shed its shell.
Dmitri came over, knelt down and looked at him carefully. Kalki's face turned pale, and he seemed very quiet under the extreme pain, without making a single cry or groan.
"It's not easy to kill the strongest bull." The prisoner of war management officer said softly, looking at the shape of the tight muscles of his thick arms, whose lines were more perfect than sculptures.
"Send the noble master away, I'm damn tired." He stood up and ordered to McKinally, "It's easy for little people like us to make some extra money."