Under Cui Fank, at the bottom of the eerie, bloody and putrid Prison of Hatred, in the blood pool in front of the throne of the demon god Mephisto, several figures covered in squirming blood were screaming madly in extreme pain.
They twisted and squirmed, constantly reaching out to scratch the skin on their bodies, and even though large areas of skin were torn to pieces by their own nails, even the flesh in the skin, the tendons in the flesh, and the bones in the tendons were exposed, they were unwilling to stop for a moment.
One of them even tore open his chest and scratched his internal organs through the gap between his ribs, as if only the severe pain could stop the itching on his body.
There were four or five Evil Contractors exuding legendary aura beside the blood pool. They just stood there and watched quietly, not daring to make any noise so as not to disturb Lord Demon God's "elegant mood".
Mephisto was suspended on a semicircular stone throne in the center of the blood pool, with an expression of joy and satisfaction on his twisted and terrifying face, while he was snorting the black-red smoke wafting from the people in the blood pool.
, usually making weird "chichi" laughter from time to time.
"Lord Demon God! Please give me another chance! I promise this is the last time! The last time! Ahhhhhhh!!!"
A hoarse voice came from a certain victim in the blood pool. If you look closely at this person's head, you will see that it is a round bald head.
And even though this person had screamed so hard that his voice had completely changed, he could still tell that it was a woman's voice.
Combining these two points, the identity of this person has become clear. It is obvious that she is the legendary female fire mage who ran away again in the previous battle-Laurie Barney.
This kind of blood pool punishment is specially used by Mephisto to collect the power of hatred emanating from his "food".
The blood that has penetrated into your body will make you itchy and painful but no matter how hard you scratch, you can't find the right spot.
Just like scratching an itch, it will only make you more itchy.
The most terrifying thing is that these ** blood will continue to maintain your vitality before completely turning you into a mentally broken person. To put it simply, it will be difficult for you to even want to die.
This kind of pain will undoubtedly amplify the victim's hatred for the torturer, and for Mephisto, the stronger the hatred will make him stronger and more satisfied.
"Laurie... let me think about it, this is the third time you have prayed for me...'opportunity'. You have to know that 'opportunity' is very rare. Even for me,
I can’t give it to you without restraint..."
Mephisto stretched out his long and sharp claws and gently coiled around the power of hatred that was attracted from Laurie - this power of hatred was so strong and powerful that it was like the other tortured people gathered together.
weight.
"Your hatred has always been impressive. Because of this, I have forgiven your previous debts, but now you owe many new debts. This time, for what reason do you want me to give you credit?"
Where's the chance'?"
"Lord Mephisto! Please! Please!" Laurie has been tortured to the point of being unable to think. She can only repeat what she just said mechanically, but just in this regard, she is already stronger than those around her.
The other victims were much stronger.
These people are also the legendary evil ones who escaped from the Zakarum Legion. They are now almost tortured and can only twitch in the blood pool.
"It's good. You can still maintain clear anger and hatred. Is it because of your family? Or is it because of Akela?
Hehe, no matter what, I don’t want to cut off this delicious food source just yet..."
Mephisto put down his claws, pretended to hold his chin and thought for a moment, then quickly raised his head and said in a savior-like tone: "You all owe me a debt! You shouldn't give up before you pay it off.
Come out, but considering that I am such a merciful master, I will make an exception this time!
Rejoice, slaves! You have a new chance to prove your worth!"
As its voice sounded, the blood in the blood pool began to recede in all directions like an ebbing tide. From under the blood pool, a thick layer of pale and twisted bones was revealed.
Wrapped in a blue-white shield, Mephisto floated above the blood pool and looked at the people lying on the pile of bones below.
"But I will watch over you. The debt you owe must be paid off, and before it is paid off, you will not have another chance to owe debt!"
On the backs of the necks of the tortured legendary evil contracters, a drop of blood quickly broke through the skin and penetrated into their bodies.
"This is the testimony! If you dare to disappoint me again, then your souls will pay off the debt you owe!"
...
Just when Mephisto was brutally punishing the evil covenanters who fled before the battle, in the Kurast harbor, a large group of survivors who had escaped from Jikul were standing in the city's broken city with dripping expressions.
Next to the building.
This was once their home, but now it was in such a dilapidated state that some people could not help but sob softly.
And what saddens them the most is not the tragic situation in the harbor, but the sacrifices Omus made to allow them to escape successfully.
The swarm successfully picked them up on the banks of the Zuraka River, and then quickly sent them into the city through the Nydus Worm network.
These people who have survived the disaster once again have experienced the pain caused by the war, and the sacrifice of Omas has cast a deep shadow on everyone's hearts.
"He...sure enough, he took this step after all!" Farah couldn't help but sigh softly as he listened to Heratieli's narration.
In front of him, this famous magic craftsman from Kurast was already crying.
He tightly grasped the praetor's staff that Ormus gave him and refused to let go. Ever since he heard the deafening roar from behind before leaving the underground waterway, he knew that he could no longer do it.
I met the somewhat eccentric but kind and wise Archon.
"Yes, ever since that guy was chosen to serve as consul here, he told me that he would devote everything he has to this land. I think he had already seen it at that time...
.." Zhuo Genan stood aside, his originally serious face now full of sadness.
Omas was a close friend of him and Farah, and the two of them had taken a boat across the Nobile Sea to visit him more than once in their spare time.
The Riddle Monk's wisdom is impressive, and his spirit of sacrifice is also full of respect.
At this moment when everyone was in mourning, one person stood up first. She walked up to Heratli and patted his shoulder gently. Then she clenched her right hand and leaned lightly against the consul in his arms.
Long staff.
Then she shouted loudly.
"Cheer up, everyone! Master Omas hopes that we can help him fulfill his last wish, which is to preserve this rainforest. We must not let his sacrifice be in vain!
Let us unite under this Archon's Staff and fight for Lord Ormus and our own homeland!
Drive the devil out of this beautiful land!"
The words of the female paladin Sothea made everyone raise their heads. Her gesture of touching the archon's staff with her fist was a symbol of the Westmarch Templars' farewell and commitment to their fallen comrades.
Many professionals knew this etiquette. Encouraged by Sothea, they all gathered around the Archon's staff. One by one, they stretched out their fists to touch the staff, which was not powerful in itself but had a very heavy meaning. Every touch
The expressions on the faces of the professionals who touched the staff quickly became determined.
