In front of a containment chamber, Ezreal cast his curious gaze behind the window.

When he looked down and got used to thinking of the things in the room as some kind of novelty, what appeared in front of him made him feel very uncomfortable, worse than eating 10,000 flies.

In the containment chamber was a human nailed to a wooden cross with rusty spikes!

No! A mangled corpse to be exact!

He was bound to his wrists and neck in dull arcane chains, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of dark red blood, which had congealed for an unknown number of years. And the wooden frame behind him had long since decayed, and from time to time fat and disgusting maggots burrowed out of it and wriggled into the hollow mouth, nose, and eye sockets of the corpse.

There was no flesh under the air-dried black and hard skin, and the texture was like leather, directly adhered to the skeleton, and through the gap between the ribs, it was faintly visible that it was filled with cobwebs.

If it was just that, it wouldn't scare Ezreal at all, and in his years of "archaeology" in Shurima, terrifying mummies were not uncommon, and the weeks of his trip to Shadow Island made him even more strange about the undead, a corpse was not worth mentioning at all.

He saw a thin-skinned notebook hanging outside the door of the cell, which contained interrogation records spanning several years, presumably the handwriting of Hammerstone.

Ezreal took off his notes, and the touch was strangely subtle when he got his hands on it. But he didn't think about it, and his thirst for knowledge prompted him to eagerly open his notes.

The warden's handwriting was neatly written, making it easy for Ezreal to read.

Hammerstone, who can be selected by the Order to be the caretaker of the vault, naturally his cultural literacy will not be low, even if he has a dark heart, it will not affect his ability to write well.

The words in the notes are all eeriely dark red, and the content is straight to the point, with no preface and prologue, except for the introduction of the prisoner at the beginning, the rest is all Hammerstone's thoughts and actions.

"There's finally something new in the vault - a man transformed by primordial magic! I'm so happy that I finally have something that can feel the pain of a normal human being in its entirety, and I can't wait for him to start 'keeping'. ”

The note states that the corpse in front of Ezreal was once a warlock who fused his native magical energy with his own flesh and blood, and this fusion gave him a powerful ability to heal himself, no matter how severe his injuries.

Isn't the primordial magic the magic used by the Vastayas, Ezreal naturally recognizes it.

However, he remembered that this magic could not be absorbed directly by humans, and that the warlock was able to merge it into flesh and blood, which undoubtedly aroused Ezreal's strong interest, and he was tempted to turn to the rest of the content to find the answer.

"I peeled off the sorcerer's skin with delicate techniques, peeled the skin from the muscles with an iron hook, and whipped the exposed wounds with chains. The warlock told me to stop in pain, but I enjoyed his sweet screams, and without paying attention, his wounds healed on their own. I have been here for so long, and I can't help but want to create my own work, influenced by the works of the masters. ”

"The next day, I did the same, and I peeled another piece of skin from the warlock's body, smoked and dried it, and then kept it."

Seeing this, Ezreal felt a little wrong in addition to his unbearable nausea.

"Day 3 ......"

"On the seventh day, I got into the habit of dragging chains while patrolling the vault, and I was ecstatic by the new sensation that the sound of the chains approaching the floor would strike fear into the warlocks. The Warlock is still the only living person in the vault, and I drag the chain to make a sound just so that he can hear. ”

"On the fifteenth day, the leather was enough, and it was time to prepare the ink. I'd have to figure out how to make his wound heal less quickly so that the blood can flow continuously. No, maybe I can breed some magic leeches, the bite of a normal leech will paralyze the wound, and this shortcoming needs to be corrected......"

"On the seventeenth day, the warlock no longer wanted to live, and I strengthened the chains to prevent him from breaking himself, because of his rapid recovery, biting his tongue and killing himself did not work."

"On the thirty-third day, there are two hundred and six bones in the human body, which one would be more suitable for a pen?"

Syllable!

The note slipped from Ezreal's hand and slammed on the ground with a solid muffled sound, startling everyone into thinking they had been attacked, and they tightened their formations and gathered around.

They saw that Ezreal finally couldn't hold back the discomfort in his stomach, and leaned on the wall retching violently, as if he was about to suffocate.

"What's wrong with you? Is there something messing around? Hearing this, Jeno hurried over to check Ezreal's condition, thinking that he had touched something unclean and had been invaded by evil magic.

Ezreal's face was pale, and he couldn't answer him at all.

After a period of probing, and using the demon's emotional perception ability, Jeno learned that Ezreal's physical discomfort was not a big problem because it was only psychologically affected.

Ezreal must have read something he shouldn't have seen, Jano thought, and saw the notebook that had been kicked away by Ezreal, and walked over to pick it up and flip through it.

Immediately, he also discovered the strangeness of the notebook, not that it contained some kind of evil curse. Instead, combined with its contents, it was quickly deduced that the notebook was entirely based on the Warlock's body.

The skin is the paper, the blood is the ink, and the bone is the pen.

What a dark person must have to be to think of torturing and mutilating a person who has nothing to do with him in this way.

Hammerstone turned his torture of the Warlock into a bloody notebook, and Ezreal held it in his hand for so long.

It's no wonder that when he found out this cruel truth, he was nauseated and retched by the diaphragm.

After knowing that it was a leather book, Jeno didn't look at the thick stack of contents at the back, threw the book away, and glanced at the warlock's corpse, still feeling sullen in his heart.

Since he did not become an undead under the influence of the Curse of Ruin, it means that the warlock was tortured to death by the hammerstone long before the cataclysm.

Jeno couldn't figure out what other cruel way Hammerstone could think of to torture a person with strong self-healing abilities to death, and he didn't want to know.

The search for the Hammerstone was delayed by Ezreal's accidental discovery, and in order not to repeat the situation, Jeno ordered that no one be allowed to approach the containment chambers on either side of the exploration passage until the Hammerstone was found.

After saying this, Jeno came to Ezreal's side to reassure him, and by this time Ezreal's condition had improved a lot, and he took the initiative to talk to him about his thoughts on Hammerstone.