CHAPTER XXII

The whipping sound of leather whips resounded all around, and blood oozed from the back of the half-elf boy.

"Woo, woo"

Loki's cheek muscles quivered, and the clump of rags in his mouth made him unable to make a sound, but the pain was evident from the cracked eye sockets.

After about a few dozen lashes, the junior priest slowed down a little, and looked at Pastor Baker behind him with a slight inquiring gaze.

The priest nodded, and one of the guards next to him took out the rag from Loki's mouth and said loudly, "Where did you hide the stolen goods?"

Loki's face was painful and weak, and his voice was low and hoarse, "I didn't steal, I don't know anything." ”

The priest's hands were spread out, which was the usual gesture at the end of the prayer, and he said in a sad voice: "Look at that, what a lowly creature, this is why Blue Moon has no half-elven cultists." ”

"No need to gag him, I will make him scream loudly and howl in pain to atone for the sin he has endured. ”

The whip whipped again, and Loki couldn't find a piece of good flesh on his back, and his lowered eyes were gray and cold, and he didn't let out a single cry of pain that was beyond the weight of ordinary people.

Loki's face became weaker and weaker, but his heart was extremely resentful, hating his own powerlessness, hating the insidious and vicious human trafficker Quaid, and hating this Blue Moon Shinrikyo priest who was so sanctimonious and careless about human life.

Dripping blood flowed all over the ground, the pain kept getting worse, and the dark golden hair of the half-elf boy had already been wet with cold sweat, before he couldn't hold back and not scream, but now he was weak and couldn't scream.

The young nobleman Garcia's face was ugly, although he hated the lowly alien race of half-elves, but he was unwilling to take the blame in an unwarranted way, not to mention that it obviously did not help him to recover the lost family crest.

"Lord Reverend, it wasn't this half-elf boy who stole it, I've never seen him. ”

Priest Baker turned his head, looked at the nobleman and said, "Are you sure?"

"You should know that no one cares about such a lowly half-elf beggar. ”

Garcia took a deep breath and nodded in affirmation: "I'm sorry, Lord Reverend, maybe it was left somewhere by me, I have the strength of a third-level apprentice, not this begging half-elf can steal it." ”

The priest nodded, and said to his guards and priests, "Stop, this lowly little half-elf is miserable enough, don't let him die at the gate of the church." And you, go and call the person responsible for this incident of the Black Street Brotherhood. ”

Quaid was quickly brought closer, and he hurriedly leaned over and saluted, "Blue Moon is above, Hello Reverend, my name is Quaid. ”

"Obviously, Mr. Quaid, this beaten lowly half-elf is not a thief, but it can't be counted that way, just look at the scratched palms of a few of my church guards. ”

The priest smiled and continued, "What do you say?"

Quaid's expression was stunned, he was a local land snake, of course he knew about the greed of the Blue Moon Shinrikyo Sect, but he was also injured today, and he couldn't hold back the violent anger in his heart, and at the same time, he didn't want to give anything more.

"Lord Reverend, I will satisfy both you and the owner. ”

With that, Quaid walked over to the half-elf boy who was slumped on the ground, grabbed Loki's hair with one hand and lifted it up, and slapped the boy in the face with the other.

After a few slaps that rang out around him, blood came out of the half-elf boy's mouth, nose, and eye sockets.

Loki swore in his heart that he would kill the trafficker, and at the slightest chance, he would torture Quaid to death a thousand times over.

A few more hard punches were given to the half-elf boy's face, and Quaid turned his head to look in the priest's direction, but Priest Baker's face was calm, and he didn't change because of his methods.

Quaid gritted his teeth and threw Loki's entire body to the ground, stomping on his left hand with a slam in his hand, then pulling out a glass wine bottle that he had with him.

He smashed the bottle on the ground and pulled out a sharp stubble.

Loki suddenly writhed wildly, and he kept trying to turn around and kick Quaid while trying with all his might to pull back his trampled left hand.

But Quaid's strength and weight were completely superior to that of the half-elf boy, and all the struggles and scolding were useless.

When the stubble touched a little finger, it was an icy cold sensation, especially when Loki's hand felt more tactile intensifying.

Then there was an unimaginable sharp pain, which made Loki, who had been strong just now, scream loudly, and the little finger of his left hand had been cut into the flesh, and the pain increased by 131% to make him unbearable.

A perverted smile appeared on Quaid's face, and the louder the half-elf boy screamed, the stronger his smile grew.

The bottle stubble has been deeply embedded in the flesh of the little finger, and when it reaches the phalanges, it has received a little obstruction, and the bottle stubble is not metal, and it will not be able to cut it for a while.

Quaid cursed a few times, then changed his backhand style, grabbed the bottle stubble and smashed it hard against the bone, three or four times, and he saw that one of the little fingers of the half-elf boy was finally smashed off.

Turning his head again, the half-elf boy who was screaming in pain closed his eyes tightly, and he had fainted from the pain just now.

Quaid picked up the severed finger and kicked the fainted Loki, seeing that there was no response, before walking up to the priest and holding the bloody little finger.

"Priest, what do you think of such a punishment? Besides, he has nine fingers, and if you and the owner are not satisfied, I will cut off a few more to your satisfaction. ”

Priest Baker frowned and knocked off his little finger, "Who cares about such a filthy thing, you are pretending to be confused with me, you know what I want, and I will let my priest's subordinates tell you later." ”

"In addition, your methods are cruel and your vision is poor, who cares about this thing?"

Pastor Baker pointed to the severed finger on the ground, and then kicked it into the ditch by the side of the road with his disdainful foot.

......

In a dark space of consciousness, Loki's heart has been surrounded by resentment and cold emotions.

He didn't know when he would die, but he swore revenge, and he would definitely take revenge a thousand times more.

Not far away, in the memory storage area, the Ultron operating system was still running autonomously, but the surroundings seemed to be different from usual, it was a strange light flashing in the darkness.

Looking up, the starlight shone brighter, as if it was about to fall to the ground at any moment.

Loki suddenly had a familiar feeling in his heart, the starlight was so weird, what was that unknown thing high above? Once, for the sake of safety, Loki did not dare to explore this mysterious phenomenon in detail.

But now, does he care about the unknown danger?

The half-elf boy stood on tiptoe and raised his right hand high.

Something surprising happened, the starlight actually changed the distance between each other with his movements, and quickly became closer and closer, and in a moment, it had already revealed the whole picture of the starlight.

It was a galaxy-like object-like being, exuding a cold star-like existence.

The unknown, vast, and vast celestial bodies fused towards Loki step by step, and finally he was immersed in the starlight like the Milky Way.