Light curtain purgatory

The long road, covered with a thick dark red, leads to the steep staircase with no end in sight.

The pitch-black purgatory, like a giant beast with a bloody mouth open, exudes a strange aura. And those slaves are the ones who survive between the teeth of this beast.

The hell surrounded by heavy iron plates was impenetrable, and the black and cold iron ropes were tightly wrapped around the slave's body, and a series of painful and heavy moans rang out, repeating its simple and low melody over and over again in the dark purgatory.

Several guards in black armor stood beside them with hideous faces, and a steel whip thicker than the mouth of the bowl was lifted high by a bloated hand, and landed heavily on the backs of the emaciated slaves in front of them, who were almost a pile of dry bones. Suddenly, a scar even more hideous than the faces of those guards appeared on their backs, their thin bodies trembled slightly, their steps were a little trance, and beads of sweat the size of beans fell straight down the black and red steps from their heads.

This is the eeriest purgatory in Light Curtain City.

I can't remember how long the war passed, and the captured Canaanite warriors and those innocent people were sent to this purgatory by the Tothians, enslaved by them over and over again, and bullied by them again and again. Those who couldn't survive were dying day by day, and now most of the remaining warriors were only a few Canaanite warriors, and these warriors were only one-third of the original.

However, the death continues, and so does the suffering......

Purgatory is like a life-devouring hole, plunging these slaves into endless darkness one by one.

"Foolish Canaanites, you are worthy to live only at the bottom of my Tothians, and your Canaan will one day belong to the realm of our Tothians. The black-armored captain of the guard shook his bloated body and shouted triumphantly, his voice echoing through the purgatory. The dark skin, the ugly posture was disgusting, the rough palm once again held the steel whip and held it high, and the hideous face was more stomach-wrenching than the dark red blood marks on the ground.

"Roar!roar!" a young man could no longer bear such humiliation, and suddenly stood up, threw down the shovel in his hand, and the green tendons rioted in his arm, and he could almost clearly see the rapid flow of blood in the blue pulse. His thin face turned red, and he was caught off guard and rushed towards the head of the guard. But the sound of "Zheng!" was interrupted by the heavy thud of the iron cable, and several strong guards had already pressed him to the ground.

The chief of the guard, apparently frightened by the sudden commotion in front of him, hid behind one of the guards. Seeing that he was out of danger, he stepped forward angrily, lifted the heavy soles of his feet high, and stomped on the young man's angry face, which almost twisted the young man's skull, and the captain of the guard was like a king on high.

"Smack!" the whipping echoed with the aftermath of the beam, striking deeply into the hearts of the Canaanite slaves.

"Just you, do you still want to resist?" The thick steel whip in his hand fell, his thin body kept shaking on the ground, and shocking blood marks appeared on his already scarred body, and the stammering wound was also torn open, and the red blood reflected the only rags on his body, and slowly merged into the dark red stone steps, which became even more dark red.

The young man clenched his teeth tightly, his pale lips had been bitten open, and dark red blood began to spill from the corners of his mouth. But there was not the slightest fear in his eyes, and he still stared coldly at the captain of the guard who had whipped him.

It was quiet, and the other slaves clenched their fists tightly, their nails almost scraping their skin.

No one stepped forward to stop it, because it couldn't, because it couldn't. That would only allow their already frail bodies to be whipped as well, and perhaps sent to the Beast Arena for people to play with their broken lives, which would be an annihilation of their personality, and the only self-esteem of the warriors would burn in their hearts, and they would not be allowed to do that, not allow themselves to become only an empty shell in this world.

However, they are bloody warriors, and it is a soul torture worse than whipping to let them see their companions suffering and they are powerless.

Gradually, the faces of each slave became redder and redder, as if they were beasts from hell, eager to bite the guards around them to pieces.

As the sound of the whipping became more and more intense, the mood of the crowd became more and more riotous, like bombs ready to be fired.

When the steel whip fell again, the eyes of these former warriors also turned red.

"Stop"

At this moment, a man who was also emaciated, but could not hide his outstanding appearance, walked up to the bloated chief of guard, and grabbed the hand of the chief guard who was about to fall again, and no one could see how the ragged man made his move, perhaps because everyone did not pay attention to him, and even more, because his speed was so fast that it was impossible to detect.

The chief guard with his back to him didn't see the detail, he just felt a pain instantly sweep through his thick right wrist, and when he turned his disgusting face, the hideous look on his face did not diminish in the slightest.

"It's Lord Yuanshi......" After seeing the man in front of him clearly, it became a little rioty, and some people in the slave group shouted as if they were cheering. Immediately afterward, the slaves, who became a little excited, carried the heavy anklets and let out one clanging beep.

"He's still a child, please forgive him!" said to the head of the guard, still clutching his rough hand.

"Despicable slave, you dare to ......" Before the cruel words fell, an even more severe pain began to spread from his wrist, as if the thick black wrist would be easily broken by the thin slave in front of him.

"You...... You...... You hurry up and let go of me, or I'm absolutely ...... Ahh The white eyeballs were full of bloodshots, and the palm holding the steel whip was trembling, and with a "snap", the steel whip glowing with cold light slipped from his heavy palm and fell to the ground, making a piercing sound.

"Huh... Swish... "The sound of a dragon roaring from the unsheath of several steel swords resounded in this purgatory, and the guards standing around clenched the hilt of their swords in their hands, and a burst of sword light flashed, carrying the chill from hell. The bloated head of the guard tugged at the corners of his mouth with a smug sneer.

When the slaves saw the scene in front of them, they could no longer control their emotions, "Khoo... Boom... Keng" threw the ropes tied around his ankles and wrists towards the guards standing beside him.

Suddenly, there was chaos in purgatory, but no matter how strong the iron rope was, it couldn't stop the cold sharp sword, and after a while, the guards who couldn't guard against it clearly had the upper hand.

Yuan Shi felt anxious in his heart, but for the sake of today, only the person in his hand was the weapon to control the situation at this time, so he had to stay calm.

After a while, Fuchishi moved his haggard face closer to the head of the guard's face that had become a little red, and his pale lips showed a strange smile, and the head of the guard couldn't help but feel a cool air rise from his back. As Yuanshi's smile continued to expand, the head of the guard's eyes gradually bulged out and widened to the extreme, and a small bloodshot could almost be seen at the corner of his eye.

Before the head guard raised his left hand and was about to resist, Yuan Shi turned over vigorously, only to hear the sound of "pop" twice, the head of the guard's hands had been twisted by Yuan Shi to his bloated body, and then the head of the guard let out a painful roar that shocked all the guards and slaves who were still fighting! They forgot to continue fighting, and looked at the head guard with his mouth wide open.

"Tell them to stop, or ......," Yuan Shi threatened as he pressed closer to the guard chief's ear after adding a little more strength to his hand

"You... You... Stop y'all of you. The bloated but timid captain of the guard quickly commanded the guards with those weapons, and then hurriedly and comically lifted the heavy soles of his feet from Sawya's thin body, the pain in his arm made him almost forget to think, but thinking at this time had no effect on him. All that remains is obedience.

When the guards heard the order, they put their swords back at their waists.

However, the slaves did not have the slightest intention of stopping, and they had been enslaved by these Tothians for many years, so that the iron ropes in their hands were also full of power, and they bravely struck at the squire, venting their anger.

"Brothers, everyone, stop!" Yuan Shi didn't have time to control the chief guard in his hand anymore, and hurriedly blocked the somewhat frantic slaves, and after a while to calm the slaves' emotions and slowly stabilized, when he looked back at the chief guard, he was no longer in purgatory.

Yuan Shi couldn't help but sigh secretly, and then walked towards Sawya, who was coiled on the ground, and helped Sawa up with both hands.

At this time, Sawa was almost unconscious, and the only rags on his body hung pitifully on his body.

Fuchishi helped Sawa to the dark corner and wiped the blood from his face, revealing a fairly delicate face. Soon, Sawyer opened his amber eyes and looked around a little confused, and then his gaze gradually condensed on Yuanshi's face, and when he realized who the person in front of him was, he naturally showed a hint of respect.

"Lord Fuchisake......" Sawa struggled to get up and knelt in front of Fuchishi, but Fuchishi forcefully pressed him to the ground, reaching out and rubbing his jet-black hair.

"I don't have so much etiquette, I'm like everyone else now. ”

"No, Lord Fuchisaku, you will always deserve our respect....... He was a little flustered, trying to explain something, and seemed to want to argue.

Yuan Shi smiled and looked at the child in front of him who was struggling.

"Lady Fuchi, I'm sorry, I was too impulsive today and caused trouble for my lord. His face became a little depressed, and he tugged at the only rag on his body with his fingers.

"It's okay......"

"But, Lord Achigan, I can't bear his insult to Canaan. In my heart, Canaan will always be the greatest and holiest kingdom. His face, which had been indifferent from frustration, suddenly glowed with a different color, and a deep expectation lit up in those bright eyes, shining straight into the depths of his soul.

At this point, he seemed to have forgotten that he was still in purgatory.

"Lord Yuansha, when will we be back in Canaan again? I miss the deep blue Sea of Pagasus and the snow-white snow-capped mountains of Cuiatek. Sawyer looked at Yuan Shi with anticipation on his face, which made him feel a trace of sadness in his heart.

"Believe me, Sawyer, we will wait until the day we return to Canaan. ”

Canaan, one day he will take them back into their realm, this is his promise to her.

Yuan Shi wrapped Sawian's broken body tightly with the rags torn from his body.

However, the bright red blood quickly dyed it red, slowly seeping out. A frail Sawyer leaned against the cold wall and closed her tired eyes, a sweet smile on the corner of her mouth.

He thought he must have dreamed again that he was galloping on lovely Canaan.