A low sobbing woke Isabella up. A tall, thin woman was lying on the iron cage and weeping.

Isabella raised her eyes indifferently and looked at her.

What kind of torture is this?

The woman looked to be forty or fifty years old, her hair was gray, and her face was wrinkled like that of an old woman in her sixties and seventies.

Isabella stood up and found that the collar around her neck had been removed, but her hands and feet were locked in heavy demon-breaking steel shackles.

Hmph, are you afraid that I will forcibly launch a magic counterattack to kill myself?

The clanging of the shackles alarmed the woman, who was delighted at first when she saw Isabella awake, and then began to sob.

Isabella ignored her and began to observe the terrain around her.

There was silence all around, except for the countless large glass cabinets, estimated to be as thick as a spoon, and many works of art were displayed inside. For example, beautiful patent leather boots, delicate lampshades, and long tights look so smooth and delicate. The exhibits are so abundant that you can't see the end at a glance.

This is...... Galleries?

The tall woman finally stopped sobbing: "Poor child, poor child, why, suffer this bad luck!"

Is this talking about me?

Isabella silently turned her head and looked at the tall woman with a hoarse voice and red eyes.

"Let them be satisfied, give yourself to them, you will die, you will be tortured to death!"

Hmph, shameless lobbyist. Show off your fortune with a few delicate rags?

At this moment, a terrible cry and wild laughter came from afar.

The tall woman was shocked: "Child, child, quickly, close your eyes, lie down, don't look, don't look!"

Isabella looked blankly at the place where the voice had come from.

She saw a group of naked teenage girls her own age, at least twenty of them.

They aimed at the display cabinet, aimed at an exhibit, and pounced like crazy, grabbing with their hands, biting with their teeth, hitting their heads with their heads, and some of them hit their heads and bled without letting go.

The tall woman covered her face with her hands and cried: "Poor children, poor children! Holy Lord, let them die, let them die!"

Isabella looked at the tall woman in bewilderment.

No one can disturb the tranquility of Nehr.

There are only two kinds of outsiders: spies sent by the devil, or people who are polluted by the devil without knowing it.

Censorship, Mission.

The spy must die. Those who can be saved, send them to the mission center. It is up to the venerable Bercas to purify their sins from their sins before they can become a member of the glorious Nehr.

Others, are orphan girls in the city.

Their fathers, brothers, and lovers fell on the battlefield fighting against the xenomorphs, and the town hall certainly couldn't leave them alone and dump them to the Holy Mosque.

Come to the mission office and pass on the heroic deeds of your relatives from generation to generation, and you will be fed and clothed, you will be closer to the Holy Lord, and you will be ...... Pleasure and pleasure to others.

I don't know how many young girls were killed in this demon cave!

The dungeon was too deep and too dark for anyone to hear their cries of misery!

"They're imperfect people...... Those exhibits, those exhibits, are part of their bodies!"

Isabella's mind went blank.

The girl closest to her looked a little smaller than herself, and her breasts, the features of which the girl should be proud, were gone, replaced by black, flat scars the size of two bowls.

She threw herself in front of the cabinet of shiny, impeccably maintained patent leather boots, wept bitterly, and tore her hair like madness.

The girl next to her had a pair of tender and lovely arms like lotus roots, but her hands were cold and black ten curved iron hooks. Her slender hands, in the display case, wrist to wrist, ten fingers bent and spread like lotus flowers—turned into a delicate pen holder.

Isabella's lips trembled vigorously, not out of fear, but because she had seen the ugliest, cruelest, and most infuriating scene!

The farthest, the farthest laughing ...... people, attracted her attention. She was the ugliest of them all, so much so that at first glance it was impossible to tell that she was a real person.

The skin of her whole body had been peeled off, completely, completely, and had been made into a flawless bodysuit that was hanging in a glass cover.

Behold, there was not a single suture found in the garment, and behold, the material from which the skin was taken was still alive, coated with a black and stinking ointment, and alive like a rotten maggot, and behold, she would go mad and laugh wildly!

Perfect handicraft work, the most impeccable surgical operation!

It is a testament to the pinnacle of technology that humanity can reach, and what an immortal work it is!

The tall woman cried loudly: "Poor child, give up, give in, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, you will be more miserable than them, give up, give in!

A laughing girl spotted Isabella on all fours, roared like a beast, and lunged at her on all fours.

Isabella flashed, and the girl hit her head on the iron cage, and blood flowed down immediately. The smell of blood stimulated all the girls at once, and they howled and rushed towards Isabella like crazy.

Why, why are you a whole person?

Why are you better than us, you?

Smearing you, tearing you apart, ripping your hair, breaking your limbs, tearing your breasts, gouging out your eyes and tongue!

They were so scrawny that they were too weak.

Isabella wept and with a gentle push, they fell in a string like dominoes that had been pushed down.

A cry of despair resounded through the black prison.

Then the girls became numb again, got up, and silently walked back to the cupboard that had once been a part of their body, but now had become a work of art, and began to bite and pound again.

The tooth-aching whittling sound, the dull crashing sound, kept whipping Isabella's heart.

With a bang, blood splattered, and some girls broke their heads and passed out.

It was as if it was a signal, and all the cupboards and iron cages flashed a blue-purple electric light at the same time, and all the bitter crying and wild laughter came to an abrupt end.

Then, the smell of incontinence came.

The tall woman trembled and felt for the key, trembling to open the iron cage and pull down the hand.

Several Voldemort beasts emerged from the end of the corridors of the black prison, grabbed the girls by the hair and arms, dragged them onto the wheelless plank, and then dragged the plough back.

These Voldemorts were girls with their limbs cut off.

The tall woman looked at Isabella worriedly.

This beautiful girl never came in without a word.

Without catharsis, people will go crazy.

Do you think that if you go crazy, those brutes will let you go? This is the black prison of the mission office in Nehr, a place where no sound or light can penetrate through it!

Poor child, keep to the last shred of sanity, give in, give up your soul, and you can live as an object!

"Unholy land. ”

The girl spoke suddenly.

The tall woman was stunned, and the girl turned her head, she was actually smiling.

The smile was full of determination.

She said the second sentence: "Nehr, guilty. ”

Then, she tore off the arc moon mark on the chest of her tights.

The huge silver light dazzled the eyes of the tall woman.