Seeing the ruins of the collapsed wall on the opposite side, the Ural could not help but show a trace of regret, because although the classical fresco gallery on this floor is full of "Renaissance" characteristics in every corner, every painting carved on the wall is entirely from his own hand!

Now, the masterpiece that condensed his precious efforts was destroyed by himself, so this made his mood at the moment a little complicated. However, this did not weaken his extremely mocking hostility, but instead turned shallow sadness into a powerful force, and began to gradually approach Julias, who was already unable to move.

"It turns out that ~~~ is this the case! No wonder my physical strength is consumed so quickly?! This feeling of blazing hot baking is like wearing a thick cotton jacket and walking in the Sahara Desert where the temperature is as high as 60 degrees! Has my strength also been steamed dry?"

At first, Giulias's lower abdomen, as well as his chest, had been temporarily fainted due to pain after suffering a severe blow. But when his delicate skin once again touched the temperature of 80 degrees Celsius on the surface, he was immediately burned awake again.

When he was in a trance, he listened to the explanation of the Urals in a drowsy state, and then finally understood. However, it seemed that it was too late now! Although he continued to struggle to get up, at most he could barely poke half of his bloody head out of the rubble, and the corners of his mouth that had been cut by the rubble had to breathe out a circle of white breath.

"What's the matter, isn't this going to work? It's so boring! Defeating you from the ** doesn't seem to be interesting! So now, it's up to me to destroy your heart!

With my mysteries-----

Phantom Mirage!"

Next, Ural walked slowly and methodically up to Giulias, and looked at Julias with a bird's-eye view, who was already dying:

At this moment, he put on his glasses again, like a professor with excellent medical skills, and observed the other party's injuries in detail, and could see that on the back of his neck, a broken stone brick was piled high, and a pool of warm blood poured out from the corner of his chapped mouth, and with the help of the ground of his neck back, it was wet and drenched on his forehead, soaking his unkempt gold with a layer of dark red dirt.

"What? What is this? Fiana, Mireyu, Natal...

How is that possible?!There is even Shiludi!

You guys~~~ Why were you arrested so quickly?!"

When the Ural performed the "Mirage", he first gathered his magic power on the framed lenses, causing a pair of magical coats of arms to emerge from the lenses. Then, the moment he and the target met their eyes, the complicated lines inside Giulias's eyes also automatically changed, and finally they were imprinted with the same pattern.

So, in his confused thinking, a "deliberately fabricated" fake video began to be instilled into his sleepy and lax subconscious, only seeing and hearing:

On weekdays, several women who are close to him are now all arrested by the other party; I don't know how long the torture has lasted, but I only see their bright clothes, which are gradually torn apart in the spur raised high by the thugs:

Their pure and flawless ** is already covered with scaly wounds, covered with whip marks as dense as fish scales, only a layer of ragged tulle remains, still like a pile of dilapidated garbage, relying on the sweat secreted by the skin, and wisps of sticky and undried blood, Ren stubbornly attached to the surface of the body!

A pair of slender hands were not only cut upside down, but even ten fingers were tied together by a thin rope and gradually became bruised. The contours of their bodies were convex and backward and carefully wound by nylon ropes thick with bamboo sticks for seven or eight sections, and finally, waiting for all the restraints and the proclamation, the thugs savagely suspended them from the roof beams of the torture chamber, but their proud posture always remained relatively parallel to the level ground.

Even if they forcibly restrain their bodies from reflexively twitching, they will still be forced to gently ripple in the dark dungeon like swings because of the uneven force.

Looking at their "Yan Yi" biting their lower lipes, it seems that there are many times, all of them try to feel the feeling of rippling forward, and every "bell-hitting" swinging movement will make their brains run on their own, and they will be vigilant in every possible way to hit the iron fence.

But at every critical moment, the body that was tied into a dumpling retreated mischievously······

While swinging is a light-hearted pastime, it can also bring back memories of each other's childhoods and longing to soar more than any other form of play......

When the swing really ripples, will they still recall: the blue sky, and the clouds that are as white as they have been washed, they are inextricably linked, like velvet stretching? Occasionally, I will open my eyes sleepily and integrate this warm and happy time into my heart.

Although the imagination is beautiful, the reality is extremely cruel! Julias, who fell into illusion and couldn't extricate himself at all, had a completely different sadness on his face!

"Run away, Julias!

On both sides of Mi Leiyou's eyes, clear and translucent teardrops were like crystal necklaces with broken strings, and with the continuous choking throat, they rolled down to the neck covered with blood-red tooth marks.

"Mi Lei You! These guys are really brutes!"

Giulias's eyes widened in disbelief, staring at the virtual image in front of him that could almost be "fake and real", and he couldn't help but roar angrily.

"Yo! There are so many girls in your heart, but among them, the first one to tug at your heartstrings is this beautiful woman with a pair of goat horns. Oh~~~ Speaking of which, I seem to have seen it in a weekly model magazine specializing in "female magicians", and this one is probably the dragon descendant (dragon) from the kingdom of [Dragondara]!

It turns out that you like her the most?!he~he~he~

Do you want to be a hero and save her? Unfortunately, your strength is too weak to be vulnerable at all! If you dare to go against our guild, you won't get what you want, and you will have to wander in a nightmare.

Although this is just a fantasy, let's torture you well, huh?! This time, use a hot candle to bake her slowly!"

For the Ural, who casts this magic, he can not only adjust the frequency of mental fluctuations, connect the victim's inner world with himself, so as to dive into the hearts of others, and peek into the hidden mental activities of the other party from the perspective of God, but also wantonly transform the specific scenes of the illusion world according to his own imagination.

Therefore, after he understood the string that Giulias was concerned about, he deliberately provoked the fragile defense line in his heart by cruel means.

"Hurry up~~~ Escape! Giulias, all of us, can't hold on anymore! Leave us behind and run away alone!"

In the illusion, Mi Leiyou, who was tied tightly and tightly, was baked by dozens of fiery red candles on the sensitive parts of her body, and the wax oil placed on the top side of her body by the thugs dripped down in "spots" and poured on her blown-up rejuvenated skin bit by bit.

It didn't take long for her to be able to suppress the emotions in her chest any longer, she only felt the bitter bile, and poured it into her mouth violently; suddenly, the tip of her nose was sour, and two lines of crystal tears flowed down like a flood that opened the floodgates, and soon watered the ground again.

"Mi Lei You, why did things get to this point!~~~~ What is this?!"

Giulias's voice, which had been quite soft, was now rough, and his hoarse voice seemed to hint at something to the unruly enemy.

"Wow~Wow~Wow~Wow~"

In order to add to the fun of abuse, Ural simply threw his consciousness clone into the virtual world, only to see him holding a dagger, which suddenly inserted into Julias's chest, and then, with a cruel smile, he quickly pulled out the blade!

Again, although this is just a virtual illusion, the human brain, whenever it experiences a realistic "illusion", the brain nerves responsible for the five senses tend to regard it as a reflection of the "real" and "objective".

Therefore, this technology that simulates reality really caused a sharp pain in his chest!

No matter how you abuse me, it doesn't matter! I just ~~~ please, don't hurt Julias again! He's my good buddy!"

Although Mi Leiyou's own weak body was also suffering several times at the same time, she bit her ruddy lips and endured it tenaciously and unyieldingly. However, when Giulias's chest was stabbed, her swinging body swayed desperately, but she flicked her head like crazy, and her taro-colored temples were unkempt.

The tear glands are still flowing wantonly along her goose egg face~~~ She gritted her teeth that were rubbed into a "ping-pong" sound, and used all her strength with both hands, rubbing the strong, tight nylon rope in vain, trying to break free of all the restraints that restricted her movement, so as to hurry up and rescue her partner in time.

However, until her wrists, which exposed their blue blood veins, were violently struggled and rubbed, and were torn apart, there was not a trace of loosening. The quietly flowing blood stained the knots tied to her back red, causing Mi Leiyou's consciousness to gradually fall, and in the end, the hysterical wailing had turned into a shallow gasp, and her mind was already quite blurred!

In the end, when she stared at her hazy eyes again and woke up again, her stupid eyes seemed to ask the violent gangsters where she was.

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