In the Valoran Plain, a small village of more than 200 people was forcibly driven out of the village, and a little to the south, under a dilapidated mage tower, passive excavation began.

The only thing that can be obtained is a clean sword, and if you want to survive, you must obey the arrangement of the robbers.

Already deeply disgusted by the sand thieves who had once again taken the female villagers into sexual pleasure, Sashuo had to endure it, although he longed to make this group of walking desert beasts food for the sea beasts now.

At least for the moment, these scumbags still have their own value.

"Right here, dig down, keep digging down."

The revelation of the Mother Serpent from the Siren's skull made the Sea Beast Priest know that he was not looking in the wrong direction, and that a powerful magical item was buried underneath the ground.

"Evil sorcerer! Aoga-sama! Help us! ”

Witnessing the defilement and murder of his wife, the middle-aged man who completely collapsed dropped the shovel in his hand and rushed madly towards the ruined stone tower fifty meters away, shouting the name of a certain magician.

He would rather the evil wizard lure all his flock to crutches than continue to accept the cruel fact that he has lost his wife.

In fact, he was about to call out to the 'evil' neighbor who lived in the mage's tower with his life, and if the evil neighbor was not there, he would really be dead.

"Catch him! Chop off his head for me! ”

For such fools who delusionally hope that they can be saved, LS Ha has always had little domesticated patience, and death is their only end.

The two sand thieves drew their desert scimitars and sneered at the crumbling man, uttering cold, sarcastic words in their mouths.

"Do you really think that your savior will live in this pile of broken rocks where even dogs live?"

"Wizard Oga Lord!!"

"Chop off his arm first, and we'll play slowly."

The two sand thieves looked at each other and smiled, and one kicked the kneeling man down, one pressed the man's body, and the other pressed the man's right arm to the ground and raised the scimitar.

"Aoga-sama!!"

"Stop yelling! I am the Lord of Evil! Dictator magicians who maintain the reign of terror with the forces of darkness! My name is Vega! It's not called Tail Ga! You stupid villager! I've destroyed the right hoof of your Grass Believer three times, and you still can't remember my great real name!? ”

Emerging from the crumbling stone tower was a low mage dressed in the iron armor of an old warlord and wearing polished hand armor with a shiny tile, and a large felt hat that obscured his small face.

LS Ha swore that he had never seen a wizard with a brim as wide as his two butts, and weren't wizards all big men in black robes?

"The Great Lord of Evil? What kind of little thing are you? ”

"Little things? I'm your grandpa's grandpa's grandpa! Thousands of years ago, your ancestors succumbed to my reign of terror...... At that time, you were still a lump of poop! ”

When the words were spoken, Vega realized that he had said that the time was too long, you must know that although his memory has deteriorated greatly, he also remembers that the tyrant who imprisoned him has only died for a hundred years, and secretly glanced at the humans present, Vega secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It's good that no one notices the holes in the words of the evil lord.

Well, compared to a hundred years, a thousand years can show the greatness of the evil magician, and there is nothing wrong with it.

"Take down this idiot who only knows how to talk big!"

Too lazy to talk nonsense with a short homeless man of unknown origin, LS Ha doesn't believe that living in such a broken stone tower can be a powerful character.

On the other side, Sashuo watched coldly, quietly taking a few steps back, away from the disgusting sand thief leader, but he was also wary of the sudden appearance of uninvited guests.

Feeling the contempt of humanity for him, Vega's mind burned and he couldn't help but think back to the crazy years when he was imprisoned by the tyrant in the prison of the Immortal Fortress.

……

"Look, a ridiculous yodeler who wants to master the magic of the stars in the Celestial Realm? My yodel child, how did you become my prisoner? ”

The walking iron-armored wraith uttered a low incantation, like a nightmare from hell, and the tyrant's momentum always made people feel deep despair,

In the dimly lit dungeons, the yodelers' curiosity about celestial magic had long been shattered by the terrible rune chains, and the lonely yodelers huddled in the corners of the dungeon, reminiscing about the good old days in Bandel.

He wanted to go back, but he couldn't.

He couldn't find even a single one to speak to in this forsaken place, for the tyrant hated useless captives, so all the prisoners were put to death, and he was the only living man in the whole dungeon.

When the tyrant is gone, he will be alone again, with darkness as his companion, with silence as he laughs with terror.

Unwilling to continue living in despair in the dungeon, Mage Yodel made a pleading look at the tyrant, which made him laugh out loud.

Perhaps the reason for imprisoning and torturing this yodel's soul for so long was for the sake of a few seconds of submission, and the tyrant himself was not sure of this, he just enjoyed it all.

The yodeler has a long lifespan, and he has many opportunities to enjoy it......

"Curiosity is a yodel's treasure, prove it to me, Yodel Mage."

Placing the mace Nightfall on the ground, Maudekaiser had her men pull a dying captive, accompanied by a pair of strangely shaped torture instruments and short knives.

It was the executioner's personal tool, and the only reason for its existence was to please the tyrant.

"Prove that your curiosity about darkness will last forever, a hundred years or a thousand years, use your curiosity to prove that evil and brutality can be food for thought, and forget your ridiculous city of Bandel...... Let's get started, and don't keep our yodel guests waiting too long. ”

Nodding silently, the dark executioner, whose tongue had long been plucked out by the tyrant, picked up a skinning knife with his withered right hand, and saluted the terrified yodeler like a dark artist, stabbing deeply into the toes of the captives who had been utterly desperate, and slashing lightly, like the most delicate sculptors.

Soon, a thin skin was perfectly peeled off by the executioner, but the captive was still wheezing and wailing in pain.

The tyrant laughs merrily, the souls of Nightfall's imprisoned souls sing hymns of terror, and the executioner once again picks up a boning knife to perform the next stage for his master and yodeler guests.

Master Yodel was in a trance.

The overly brutal and bloody scene in front of them has been played out countless times, and the tyrant is tireless, using the body of a human captive to stage a dark drama, wanting to pollute the pure heart, the yodelers are already a little numb, and even some are used to the dark words of the tyrant.

Evil, brutal, powerful, dominant......

At this moment, the yodelers forgot about the beautiful city of Bandel and indulged in the power of the tyrant.

Shaking his head, the yodeler forced his terrible and evil thoughts out of his mind, he couldn't understand why he had been reduced to such a field just to learn the powerful arcane......

……

The evil arcane energy began to condense, and the dark purple forbidden magic rose from the feet of everyone, and the claw-like arcane wall cage enveloped all the humans inside, even the powerful sea beast sacrifice found itself losing control of the body at this moment.

The chain is a chain and a chain is a >

Vega's eyes burned with arcane fire, and the mage raised his staff of evil in the face of the disgusting human face.

"Stupid human, you have angered the evil lord, and I will let you know what true cruelty is!" chaptere