There is a prison in everyone's heart, and there are countless sins in it. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Sauron's castle, sitting on the highest chair in the main hall of the castle, Arthras gently clenched his fists and dragged his chin, his elbows propped up on the armrests of the chair, his eyes slightly closed.

His expression was calm, and he did not produce any joy at all, this was his castle in itself, and it was only natural to take it back, how sad would it be if even this was worth celebrating?

He sat quietly, his long golden hair running down his shoulders, and he seemed lonely and quiet.

It's just that loneliness may indeed be lonely, but in contrast to his apparent quietness, only Arthras himself can feel the deep hatred in his heart at this moment, yes, he did return to his castle, but why did he feel the castle full of sunshine in his previous impression, but at this time he could only feel it rotten and rotten? Even when he closed his eyes, his ears and his mind were full of women's screams, men's excited gasps and moans. It almost made him want to cut open his head and stop all this auditory hallucinations and hallucinations.

The silence of the spacious hall was broken by the sound of small, chaotic footsteps, and Arthras slowly opened his eyes, only to see two knights with a maid at his feet.

The knight bowed and retreated, leaving only the numb maid to kneel there, desperate and pitiful in the great hall of the castle.

Yet Arthras' eyes were lifeless, utterly cold.

He remembered this poor maid, and he had the impression that this maid who liked to squint and smile and had a lively personality had a nice name called Natasha, but the impression was limited to this, of course, Artelas could not clearly recall the specific family situation of this maid or some other details, there were too many maids in the castle of Sauron in the past, and no matter how soft and approachable the high-ranking young master Artelas was, it was impossible to know each of them very well, so remembering her name was precious enough- But so what? Is Natasha still the same little maid she used to be when she used to laugh? Can she still smile? I'm afraid she can't even find her soul when she kneels there at this time? Especially her filthy body, no matter how pitiful she is, can't calm the deep hatred that Arthras felt when he saw her.

There are two devils in his head who are quarreling and fighting.

One reminded him that she was the maid of Sauron's castle, and that it was Sauron's fault for failing to protect her women that caused them to fall into the hands of the disgusting Francis, but the other devil was screaming incessantly, killing her, slitting her belly, digging out that filthy little life, and making her suffer the greatest pain in the world - it was a headache for Arthras.

He suddenly hugged his head in pain.

Hurt.

Heart-rending pain.

So much so that he could no longer suppress his low wail as he sat in his chair, like a wounded beast.

However, Natasha still sat numb and knelt there at his feet, staring blankly at the floor beneath her, forgetting to roll her eyes.

"You can't die yet, you have to drag your filthy life and soul to live, you are the only one of all the maids in this castle who has the ugly blood of Francis, you have to live......" Artelas, who let go of his head, looked hideous, his voice was not high, but it was extremely clear and cruel in this empty hall, he repeated over and over again that you can't die, you have to live, suddenly he got up from his chair, looked at the maid at his feet indifferently, he said word by word: " Yes, it has nothing to do with you, you are just a poor child, but since the devil has chosen you, I need you to fulfill the sin that the devil has given you. ”

Natasha remained indifferent, she was still alive, but she was dead.

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On the bluestone floor outside Sauron's castle, at least 30 maids knelt there in mournful sorrow, only low sobs and desperate trembling, and no one dared to make too much noise. When Sauron fell, they were all still in Sauron Castle, and they also fell into the hands of Francis, who tried to turn Sauron Castle into a hotbed of semen and create an heir, maybe only some of them were insulted and violated by Francis, and some of them were still kept clean, but this didn't matter after all, the important thing was that even the entire castle was dirty and full of decay and erosion, so how could they still be clean?

They are all filthy, they are all deserved, they are all sinful, and there is no need for judgment.

Arthras walked out slowly, and the most graceful and gentle heir of Sauron appeared before his servants.

The sun was warm and bright, shining on Arthras, who was dressed in a slender, slender gown, and his face was still handsome and charming against the backdrop of his brilliant blonde hair.

It's just that just like the narrow scar on his handsome face, he still has a flaw after all.

For example, he can no longer have the gentle smile he used to have, and for example, he can no longer have the warmth of the sun as before.

He looked around at the maid he couldn't name every name, and said a very simple word to the knight beside him.

"Kill. ”

The knights, who had been surrounding the maids, immediately stepped forward with their great swords in hand, howling, blood, and screaming, quickly filling the filthy Sauron Castle.

Augustus once said that the most paranoid people are often infinitely powerful in their own spiritual world, and when this power is provoked or shaken, then such a person will either choose to destroy himself or destroy everything, and he asserted at that time that the young master of Artelas will go on the path of destroying everything.

In a word, it is a prophecy.

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Sauron's most loyal butler crept into the midst of the carnage and blood, and whispered beside Arthras, "Louis has been found." ”

Arthras raised an eyebrow, didn't speak, and walked forward with blood on his own.

Dimit led the way, and they rode on their horses all the way to the small manor on the north side of Sauron, the road was not unfamiliar, Arthras remembered that his father had often taken this road when he was alive, and then all the way to Madame Marie's estate; This is no longer important and meaningless.

The knight pushed open the wooden door of the manor.

In Artelas's sight, there is an extraordinarily huge bed, and there are 5 naked bodies lying on the big bed, except for Louie, who has heavy hair, there are 4 smooth female bodies, and there is one thing in common, that is, the female bodies are all the same, with big breasts and big butts, and they don't look young at a young age- And especially outrageous, maybe this bed war that happened last night was too intense, even if he and his knights had already appeared here, but the five people in the bed were all asleep, no one woke up, and no one even noticed them, which really made people marvel at how tired they were from their war.

Finally, a woman slowly opened her worried eyes, probably due to the sun, and she subconsciously rubbed her eyes.

Arthras stepped in front of the woman, put his index finger to his lips, and made a 'shhh' motion, covering the woman's mouth at the same time.

The woman's eyes widened instantly, and she whined in fear and extinction.

But the voice couldn't be sustained, and in the next moment, Arthras's great sword still slashed through her throat.

Sticky and warm blood splattered directly on Artelas's body, as well as on the person on the bed.

One by one woke up, one by one the throats were cut.

All that remained was to wake up like a beast of prey, sensing danger, and half-sit down, staring at Louis-Sauron of Arthras.

Arthras was still expressionless, he had imagined this picture many times, and every time he thought of it, he wanted to ask his stupid brother why he did this, or regret it, and so on, but now, when the picture was really presented to him, he found that he could not even say a word—but of course it was not because of the so-called blood, the so-called pity, etc., but only because of his deep disgust and hatred that he had no desire to speak at all.

Louis reacted fast enough that his hand even touched his greatsword leaning against the bed.

But before he could grasp his broadsword, Artelas's sword was already at his throat.

He was silent.

Louie smiled uncharacteristically insolently.

He said, "I will not give you a chance to go to hell, you are not qualified to face our father. ”

Louis still laughed wildly and did not speak.

Arthras thought for a moment, and then said, "I heard that you said that you would like to see if I would kiss the old lion's forehead when you held his head before me?" ”

His eyes were fixed on Louie, but one hand was reached behind him.

Dimmit naturally understood what his young master meant, and soon handed over the head that had been hanging from Sauron's castle into his hands.

It was the Marquis of Sauron, and since spring had just arrived, his head had not decayed, but had just suffocated.

Arthras carried his head in front of Louis with a cold, palpitating voice: "You only have this one chance to atone for your sins. ”

Facing the withered head almost on his nose, Louis turned his head and spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm on the big bed, in the blood of the woman.

This attitude directly made Arthras aware of his choice, and he did not force it, and returned the head to Dimiit behind him quite casually.

And the moment he turned his head, and then turned again, his greatsword swung violently, and suddenly cut off one of Louie's arms.

The pain made Louis roar viciously, and he struggled to get up on the blood-soaked bed—but of course he couldn't, and almost as soon as Arthras swung his sword, the knights appeared around the bed, and crushed him in a pool of blood with spears and swords.

Still emotionless, Artelas, with a blank face, was in Louis's howl, and he cut off his other arm again, followed by his legs.

His voice sounded like a voice from hell accompanied by Louie's screams: "You will not die, I will not let you die, you will spend the rest of your life in pain, and what awaits you will be pain that you cannot imagine." ”

He opened the prison in his heart and released all the sins in his heart.

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