"Allah, great! Allah, great!" prays in a rudimentary mosque in the camp of extremist religious groups in the Fischer area, where a terrorist kneels reverently while shouting the name of Allah.

Waleed called out the name of Allah and turned his head to the right with everyone. It happened to meet the eyes of the wife who came out of the place where the women prayed in the separated hallway.

At the end of the prayer, the men rose to their feet, and many nodded respectfully to Waleed.

"Are you really going to show your face to carry out their execution?" asked Waleed, worried, after meeting with the woman waiting outside.

"Yes, there's nothing to hide. I want all Edgar to know who is carrying out Allah's will!" Waleed nodded.

The wife could only sigh helplessly.

As soon as the prayers had finished in the camp, the adults walked back from the direction of the mosque one after another, leaving only children running innocently in the living quarters. From time to time, warriors with swords and swords gathered behind Walid, and several children slammed into his legs. The child looked up at Waleed, stunned.

Waleed reached out and touched the child's head, smiled and gently flicked the dirt off the child's face, and moved on. He was followed by a dozen fighters and stepped into a closed cell.

The cell door opened, and eighteen Knights of Truth captives were tied to their knees on the ground, and six guards stood guard behind them, swords.

The door opened, and the blindfolded Knight of Truth instinctively wanted to look, but couldn't see anything. There was a whining sound coming out of his mouth, struggling to say something.

Waleed said to the guards, "How's it going?"

"It should be soon! That guy has a hard bone, but it won't last long!" said the guard, as torture and screams came from another room behind him.

"Time is running out, we have to get him to read the indictment on the air!" Waleed said

"No problem!"

Waleed nodded, gesturing to the warrior behind him. Immediately, several samurai walked to one of the walls of the room with a banner in their hands, hung the flag, and went to the opposite side to set up the captured sorcery communication crystal. Waleed walked under the flag and began to adjust the angle of the picture.

The rest of them were revising a statement or something.

Time passed one by one, and it seemed that it was about to be the time for the announced trial. Waleed got up and walked to the hut at the back, opening the small door and a pungent breath came to his face.

A naked, naked Knight of Truth was hung from a beam with his hands tied, only the tips of his feet touching the ground. There are all kinds of torture instruments placed next to it, and the Knight of Truth's body is covered with hideous scars, which shows how he has been tortured.

A rough face that has been blown by wind and frost all year round has also turned as white as paper, and his lips are chapped.

Waleed walked over to him and reached out to run his hair away, revealing the man's eyes looking at him. A thick and gentle voice rang in his ears: "I know your pain, all this should not be borne by you. You must have a wife who loves you? Maybe you have a lovely child! So you don't want them to think you're a coward, you have to be strong! You want them to know that your father didn't give in until he died!"

Waleed's words pierced the heart of the Knight of Truth, yes, that was exactly what he thought. He knew that he would die, and the reason why he endured such torture was to prevent his family members who were far away in the sea of stars from being disgraced.

"Look at you, look at what you look like now. Is this what your wife wants to see? Is this what your children want to see? If they love it! When they see your naked body, when they see these scars, how sad and desperate should your wife be? If she knows that you have been tortured in this way just to make her better off the days of losing you, do you think she can really be relieved and start a new life?"

"If she loves you, every night she loses you, your scars will appear in her dreams, your screams, your wails, your despair, your helplessness, everything will be tightly entangled with her. Suffocate her, no matter how good a man appears in her life in the future, she can't let go of everything about you. She will die alone, she will lose your income, the burden of the whole family will fall on her shoulders, and she will be left alone to mourn in a gloomy and poor world. Because it's a return for the love you give her, a love she can't bear but has to bear. ”

"Uh---" The Knight of Truth finally couldn't hold back, he knew that everything the terrorist said could be true. He loved his wife and loved their children. He couldn't imagine how painful such a life would be for his wife. Tears involuntarily remained, and the choked cry twitched one after another.

Waleed looked at the captive, who had begun to break down, opened his arms and gently hugged his head, stroking his hair one by one: "You don't deserve this, you deserve to have a good life." A harmonious family with your wife who raises your child and watches him grow up. At sunset, you have a barbecue on the lawn and smile as you watch your beautiful wife play with her lovely child. Build a warm family for them, their laughter is the meaning of your life! You don't deserve it!"

"No, no, don't say it, please, don't say it. I read, I read whatever you ask me to read, please, don't say it!" The Knight of Truth finally collapsed, he could endure the torture of **, and he could also endure direct mental violence. But after all this, he hypnotized himself as if he were trying not to think about anything else, and now it was all forced into his mind by this demon. I couldn't help but follow his words to sketch such a picture in my mind. What a longing picture! The softness of his mind for a moment was followed by the collapse of the whole line, and he could no longer hold on.

Waleed patted him lightly on the head and said softly, "Good boy! Allah will bless you!"

At eight o'clock in the evening, it was time for the final trial announced by the terrorists. The intelligence station of the Xingchen Sea Embassy still did not have any clues at this time. Nikita was absent and Jack took her place temporarily.

A flying carpet flew from afar, and a blonde woman led a little boy of two or three years old down the flying carpet. The haggard face is distressing. This was the family of the last captured Knights of Truth, and upon learning of their imminent execution, the Golden Council immediately tried to find their families and receive them so that they could see each other again until their husbands and children died.

The other Knights of Truth guarding the embassy looked at the ordinary, ordinary blonde woman, and stood solemnly on both sides of the corridor, saluting the comrade's wife with the most solemn and silent gaze.

Maybe tomorrow, it might be his wife who comes, right? No matter what the reason, the comrades who died are heroes. Several of her husband's comrades-in-arms who knew her came forward and hugged her one by one, and we will take care of you, everyone!

These men who licked blood with knives couldn't help but have moist eyes, and made a promise with a choked voice!

The woman took the child's hand and covered her mouth with the other, trying not to cry out loud. It's just that the thin body trembles violently.

The sky lights up

Waleed stood under a banner leading a dozen masked terrorists, and kneeling in a row of sturdy Knights of Truth tied up beneath him. Bright knives rested on their necks.

"No! Harpy!"

"Shit!"

"Bastard!"

"Son of a bitch!"

Everyone in the embassy couldn't help but shout and curse when they saw this scene, and the family members couldn't bear to look at it anymore.

"Today we judge these sinners in the name of Allah...... al-Waleed's voice resounded in the sky imagery.

The entire inhabitants of Edgar Royal City, the princes and nobles, and even the royal family all looked up to watch this scene. Most of them were saddened, even though they were their own countrymen, but when Waleed wanted to do such a sinful thing in the name of Allah the Great, countless truly devout believers cursed.

This is not the teachings of Muslims, this is not the way Muslims act. Muslims mean brothers in the Arib language, and the Prophet told them to love each other as brothers and sisters, rather than killing people cruelly.

These terrorists who do evil things in the name of Allah are the real sinners who blaspheme Allah. Whatever their reason, such behavior is unforgivable!

It is they who are such a group of people, and the devil in the name of Allah has brought the greatest pain. Let countless kind-hearted Muslims be ashamed, and make countless kind-hearted Muslims feel ashamed of their friends.

Waleed's proclamation was read, and two armed terrorists approached with a Knights of Truth. Waleed reached out and handed him a manuscript and whispered, "Read it! let the whole world hear what the Golden Council has done!"

The blonde woman lost control of her emotions the moment he appeared.

The man lowered his head, struggling inwardly. He had already been tortured for seven or eight hours, and he experienced another mental breakdown. The mind is blurred.

Eventually, he took the manuscript with trembling hands and began to choke out words that he had not even thought through his brain. He didn't know what he was reading, he just kept reading.

The other Knights of Truth, kneeling in a row, had complicated expressions, and they knew how much pain this man was suffering. But when he read this confession, the entire Golden Council would be disgraced by it.

They didn't know if the comrades-in-arms in the embassy could understand the complicated heart of the man who was reciting the confession at this moment.

The people in the embassy just sighed silently, from the picture they had already seen the hideous scar on the man's neckline, and they had already seen the man's face that was completely collapsed and almost spiritual, they didn't know what their comrades-in-arms had experienced. But they wanted to believe in him and that he had done his part.

"No one will blame him! He has done his best!" his comrade-in-arms held his wife, whispered softly in the ear of the emotionally uncontrollable woman, and gently stroked her vest.

The reading of the confession ends.

Waleed pulled out a Knight of Truth and knelt in front of the crowd, and the two terrorists slammed his head down. The Knight of Truth struggled to raise his head and accept death with dignity. He wants to show everyone that he's not a coward!

Waleed made a final announcement to the Witchcraft Communication Crystal: "This is the price of the Golden Council for assisting the tyrant, this is the price you pay for imprisoning the sages of Muhammad!"

A war knife fell, and with a click, a head fell to the ground!

"No, Barry, no!" his mother in the embassy screamed as she saw the headless body of her son, who had a nervous breakdown.

All of them had painful sorrow on their faces.

Ambassador Yvonne stood in the corner of the crowd, with the same sadness and anger on her face, and suddenly turned her head and whispered to Jack with a cold cold light: "Where did Nikita go? She must give me a reasonable explanation, she must show her that this is the work of the CIA she presides!"

What else can Jack say? Of all the people present, the CIA was the most subjected to the torture of conscience. It was their dereliction of duty that prevented them from finding the hiding place of the terrorists, and they have an unshirkable responsibility for the sacrifice of these soldiers!

"Oh God!" another woman's scream rang out, and the crowd burst into a low uproar. Jack didn't have to look to know that another warrior had been beheaded.

"Why don't you save them, why don't you save them!" a woman suddenly frantically pushed through the crowd and rushed to Jack's side, grabbing his collar and shaking it vigorously.

People quickly pulled her away, and the family members present were even more emotionally uncontrollable.

"This is a torture of people's hearts, a torture of human nature" In an unknown place in Edgar, Nikita looked at the sky wrapped in a turban, tears streaming down her face, and she choked up and muttered to herself.

The last head was cut off

Emotions such as pathos, mourning, and screaming were pervasive in the crowd.

Suddenly, Ambassador Yvonne took a few steps forward and sang in full view: "Oh, do you see, the light of dawn? What are we shouting for......?"

The crowd suddenly fell silent, and gradually the soldiers, detectives, and civilian staff stroked their chests together and followed: "Whose broad-striped star, braving the flames of a night of war?

The soldiers guarding the embassy courtyard also heard the singing, raised their heads towards the fluttering flag, and followed solemnly: "They are all witnesses, and the national flag is safe and sound." Don't you see the flag flying high, in this free country, the homeland of warriors!"

"Harpy bless the sea of stars!" Yvonne said solemnly, and an anthem suppressed the mood of the riot. The battle has just begun, and the sea of stars never gives in, revenge! Avenging them: "We, must, fight! For them, for us, for the sea of stars!"

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

"Kill them!"

Yvonne timely mobilized people's passionate blood and suppressed negative emotions. But she knows that ending this fight will not be done in a few years. This time, the sea of stars is no longer facing a well-targeted enemy army, but a rat hiding in the shadows.

"Intelligence is in a meeting!" Yvonne turned away, dropping a word. She calmed down people's emotions for the time being, but the Golden Council needed an explanation, the Sea of Stars needed an explanation, and her own conscience needed an explanation!

Inside the underground pyramid

Nazanin watched in shock as the Godhead slowly melted into the heart of the wizard in Bahrain, and suddenly the earth began to shake violently. The top of the head cracked a little bit, could it be that the whole building had lost its support because it had lost its godhead?

The wizard's shield dimmed, nearly losing its light. The intensity of the visible radiation has also begun to decline rapidly.

The two immediately pressed close together, trying to maintain their physical stability. Dodge falling rocks from your head at the same time.

A drop of water splashed on Bahrain's face, and Bahrain just looked up. Suddenly, the top of the pyramid shattered completely, and a stream of water swooped down like a ferocious beast with a terrifying roar.

The two hurriedly rushed to the corner, and Balin grabbed a metal ring embedded in the wall with both hands. Nazanin struggled to hug the man's waist.

A huge stream of water fell from the sky and slammed into the two of them.

The raging waves of water continued to submerge and fall the two of them. In just a minute, a large amount of flood water had been poured into the trachea of the two men.

"Ahem, ahem!" the two of them clutched at the fixture as they coughed violently on the other. Snot and saliva covered his face, and it was washed away by the flood.

The icy and biting flood washed over the two of them, constantly taking away their body temperatures.

The two of them soon began to tremble, but they could only hold on to the fixed object more vigorously to keep their bodies steady.

I don't know how long it took for the flood water to finally subside and eventually disappear. Starlight in the night sky shone through the holes overhead.

They were saved!

Bahrain laughed heartily and collapsed to the ground, and Nazanin wept bitterly the moment he saw the starlight.

After resting for a while, Bahrain stood up with some difficulty and pulled up the woman's body. His eyes flickered: "Let's go!"

Nazanin nodded, and also stood up with the support of Bahrain, looking at the hole leading to the outside world: "Fly out?"

Balin understood what she meant, nodded and said, "Only like this, my mana is enough, as long as you can quickly cast the spell twice, we should be able to get out!"

"Good!" said Nazanin, and it was not good if it was not good. Bahrain hugged the woman's waist tightly, sniffing her body odor on the tip of his nose, and a little bit of a woman's unique fragrance.

Nazanin slowly adjusted his position and took two deep breaths: "Ready!"

"Let's go!" Bahrain tightened the woman's body.

Burst.

Witchcraft excitation.

The two of them catapulted vertically towards their heads, looking closer and closer to the hole, and Nazanin once again activated the witchcraft. The gradually decelerating body accelerates again.

burst

The two of them fell on the mud in embarrassment.

It was clear that their exit was under a small lake, and the water had drained through the hole, leaving only a thick layer of silt.

"Come out," Nazanin, who had just stood up, couldn't help but sigh.

Suddenly, a fireball shot at her, and it slammed into her body.

The mud that enveloped her shielded her from the flames for a moment, and she turned her head in disbelief to look at Bahrain who was looking at her not far away with a complicated expression.

"Why?" she wanted to ask, but the flames had consumed her.

Until the charred body of the woman fell, and the hot corpse fell into the mud with a clattering sound, and the water vapor steamed.

Bahrain walked up to her corpse in a bit of a dejected state, suddenly knelt down, hugged the woman and wept silently.

"I'm sorry, some wealth can't be shared, and human nature can't withstand the torture of interests. My love, I'm sorry!" Bahrain held the woman's corpse and cried under the stars. He didn't know what kind of mood he was feeling at the moment!

Was it the joy of being able to monopolize wealth, or the guilt of killing his lover with his own hands? How he wished he could tell others that he had committed such a crime because he had been influenced by the Godhead. But he couldn't, because he knew very well that this Godhead had no effect on him, and that everything came from his own heart.

Human nature cannot stand up to torture. In the face of huge interests, Bahrain chose to monopolize it.

He burst into tears, his soul was constantly being tortured by his conscience, and he was heartbroken. I could only sobbing as I picked up the mud and covered the woman's body.

Under the starlight, a decadent figure slowly staggered through the mud, one step at a time, dragging long footprints. Seems so lonely and yet so weird, does he deserve it? Yes, he deserves it!

The torture of human nature is either the sublimation of the soul into a saint, or the complete degeneration into the abyss.