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It's painful.

The air here is cold and humid, and its skin is wrinkled, its limbs are weak, its abdomen is shriveled, its lips tremble, and its teeth dull.

Only the darkness around it reassured it.

It raised its right hand and tried to lie on its stomach in a different position, but inadvertently slammed into the metal cage.

A sharp tingling sensation hit the surface of the skin that had just come into contact with the metal.

It opened its mouth and let out a senseless howl of pain.

This damn cage.

The magic seal on it is rigorous, meticulous, thorough, perfect and flawless—the standard product of the Alchemy Tower.

I don't know if it's the work of the "Confinement Research Institute" or the "Spell Laboratory".

Presumably the former.

In the alchemy tower that has perished, this kind of magic cage with a single function can only be studied by this long-standing faction.

For example, this cage that is locking it up here.

It has endured such days for I don't know how long, and even the feeling of time has become insensitive, and it even suspects that if it continues like this, there will eventually be a **** who will forget all his name.

Feeding once a month, a fixed monthly electric shock, and work that must be done all the time.

In this case, it begins to miss its subject—it still remembers the pain of being cut off from it, and the heart-rending screams and screams that come from the subject's mind.

Even for many days and nights afterward, even when it was its turn to be cut, the pain was not as painful as the heartache of being separated from the main body in the first place.

It's really good to think about...... It's back to your own subject.

If memory serves, the subject should be locked up in the Triumphant Capital - the damned capital of the Human Empire, where the land has long been torn apart, leaving only a small piece of territory, weak enough to be, and that group of humans shamelessly claims to be an empire.

Shouldn't the weak die?

Thinking of this, its somewhat chaotic mind suddenly moved because it had been imprisoned for an unknown amount of time.

By the way, hasn't the subject been sending anything from the Triumphal Capital for a while? Neither letters nor objects, nothing.

It seems that the connection between the mind and the subject has also been broken for some time?

Humans don't use it anymore?

No way. It doesn't believe that the evil human beings will take it or the subject on vacation - they will only squeeze their value out endlessly, without knowing the bottom line.

Could it be that something happened to the subject?

No...... The subject is also behind bars, but at least it is preserved intact in the Triumphal Capital, and the Empire knows its value, and the Imperial Prince has even tried to communicate with the subject - but how can the proud subject respond to the bargain requests of the lowly humans, so they are only using themselves for the time being.

Although the empire is no longer as strong as it used to be, those humans will definitely protect the main body, and as long as the triumphant ones are not destroyed overnight, the main body will be safe.

Someday *** will inevitably return to the main body...... It will be as strong again as it was ever.

Then, it has to carefully hide itself, strengthen itself, and most importantly...... Find a way to restrain those magicians.

The humiliation of being captured and imprisoned, being a slave, it will never experience it a second time.

Especially that damn magician.

Giza Trillman...... If it weren't for the recent mention of the name by the humans outside the cage door, it would have almost forgotten.

It grinded its teeth with hatred - the feeling of flesh boiling and exploding in front of that magician, the feeling of crawling at the feet of the other, it will never forget.

At this moment, a familiar feeling of bulging came from the abdomen.

Here it comes...... It thought.

The labor and servitude of slavery - humiliation came back to its heart.

I don't know which limb it is again this time.

At the top of the metal cage, the bell rang violently at the right time.

"Smack. ”

The metal cage door opened.

It screamed at the cage door with all its might, trying to express its hatred and malice.

The sharp pain of the spike hit again.

He knew that he had to get the job done, otherwise the pain would only get worse.

As it had done hundreds of times in the past, it had to crawl out of its cage with great difficulty.

The sharp pain slowly subsides.

Its abdomen squirmed, and the contents surged up its throat and into its mouth.

The feeling of bulging faded away.

It opened its fanged mouth and spat out a piece of paper in the darkness.

It's a piece of paper again...... It thought to itself: Aren't these stupid humans going to be able to teleport something interesting next time?

The piece of paper was grabbed by a young man in a white robe and pulled roughly out of its mouth.

Impudent humans.

The pain returned, and it screamed in pain as it knew it was time to go back.

With a heart full of humiliation and pain, it crawled back into its cage.

The pain is gone.

The young man lit the lamp, and the blinding light made it grin for a while, and raised its paws to block the eight pairs of delicate eyes.

Light.

It's the most hated thing.

Fortunately, the young man saw the piece of paper and turned off the light as soon as possible.

"From the fortress, the latest updated information," In the darkness, in its field of vision, the white-robed young human put down the piece of paper in his hand and said in a much more solemn voice than usual: "Things are a little more than we imagined. ”

"Oh?" said an old, hoarse voice.

It remembered the voice, and in the years it had been taken away from the Triumphal Capital, many humans had tended to its cage, but this old voice seemed to have been in charge for a long time.

"First of all, the prince was intercepted by Rumba at the border...... But there seems to be no danger, and now the mission is heading to Longxiao City under the escort of Rumba. ”

"You know I don't care about this. The old man's hoarse voice said lightly: "What about the murderous maniac?"

"Giza Trilman didn't follow our plan to besiege Ramon with the Blood Vials, even though we hinted at Ramon's importance to the Brotherhood countless times through various channels. The young man said silently.

Giza Trilman.

Its nerves were stimulated by the familiar name again.

Its enemies.

Magician.

An enemy of life in flesh and blood.

"What's going on?" said the old hoarse voice again.

"It made a public appearance...... According to our eyes at the Broken Dragon Fortress, Giza seems to have endangered His Highness Tails on the way. The young man said.

The sound of a cane on the ground sounded in the darkness.

"Huh?" the old man's voice asked, "According to the previous report, isn't it the Queen of the Night who intercepted Her Highness, so she asked for help from the Broken Dragon Fortress?"

"Yes, but the information has been updated, and it seems that things have become a little complicated," the young man raised his head and showed a smile that no one could see clearly in the darkness: "The Blood Demon Master appeared for the sake of the Blood Clan's hands - the Black Coffin of the Night." ”

It snapped its eyes open.

In the years when it was cut away from the subject, although it experienced too much numbness and chaos, the memory of the subject still remained in its mind.

Night......

What a familiar word......

Where have you heard of it?

Silent.

The old hoarse voice did not reply.

"I remember that thing was on the list of legendary anti-demon forces...... But judging from your reaction," the white-robed young man raised his eyebrows, "that's a great thing, isn't it? You know, if we send a message now, we might be able to intercept the Queen of Night......"

The air in the darkness seemed to freeze instantly.

"Don't ask, that coffin is not something we can touch," after a while, a hoarse voice slowly sounded: "Whether it is the coffin itself, or the contents of the coffin." ”

The young man frowned, a puzzled expression.

But he finally nodded: "After Giza was retreated by the fortress, it didn't appear again...... Ramon was led to Exeter according to the original plan. ”

The old figure slowly stood up.

"Very well, if the Blood Vials still can't find Ramon, we'll give them another reminder...... In any case, the Blood Wizard must be lured over......"

"Actually, that's exactly the next thing I want to say," the young voice interrupted him, "Your last temptation seems to have worked." ”

The owner of the old voice, the Black Prophet Morat Hansen, slowly raised his head in the darkness.

"Although under our surveillance, there is no movement from the Brotherhood headquarters...... But the black sword appeared on the border between the two countries," the young man curled the corners of his mouth, "I think he went to save Ramon...... It seems that Ramon does have a problem, and his value to the Brotherhood is probably far greater than we think. ”

There was another eerie silence.

Until Morat's sinister laughter slowly came out.

"Hehehe," the Black Prophet chuckled, "Hey, I was almost fooled by my own student with that old woman...... For a moment, I really had to dispel any doubt about Ramon's identity and remove him from the blacklist. ”

"However, no matter how carefully you cover it up, you can't beat your suspicion that is stronger than the Broken Dragon Fortress, teacher. The white-robed young man, Raphael Lindbergh, looked up in the darkness and chuckled sarcastically.

"Get the news out," Morat didn't care about Raphael's taunt, he put away his smile and whispered, "The prince should have entered Exeter, right?"

Raphael nodded: "They are on the last leg of the road in the Black Sand Territory. ”

"Let Jorah come back," the Black Prophet nodded, taking a deep breath, "now that he's done his job and succeeded in luring Ramon into the prince's mission......"

Raphael crushed the pieces of paper in his hand and gently sprinkled them on a strange pattern on the ground, and the pieces of paper burned and disappeared strangely after touching the pattern.

"Do you want to take the next step?" said the young man lightly.

"Well, it's time to send a big gift to both the Dark Room and the Brotherhood," the Black Prophet paused with his cane, "Prepare to go, this is your first big test before taking over as the head of the Mystical Department - make sure that Black Sword and Giza enter Longxiao City at the same time and discover Ramon." ”

Raphael smiled brightly.

"The Black Sword against the Blood Demon Master must be a big scene," Morat took a deep breath and sat down again, "It's really an exciting scene." ”

"So you're in charge of luring away the two legendary anti-demon weapons in Longxiao City?" Raphael curled the corners of his mouth: "A scruples of magicians are in the capital of a country...... It's not big or not, but it's going to be ugly, are you sure you want to do it?"

Especially...... That's a well-known murderer for all intelligence agencies.

Raphael smiled on his face and said silently in his heart.

"Think of it as a return gift from the stars to Exeter, and a sigh of relief for the loss that Your Majesty and I have suffered over the past few months. The Black Prophet sighed, "After all, this is also to solve the threat of the Blood Demon Master more efficiently......

"I really want to see how that old woman in Longxiao City will deal with such a situation. ”

Also, Morat thought to himself: with the acquiescence of the kingdom's secret department, the Brotherhood of the Black Streets has been in the limelight for too many years.

Now that the Blood Vials have been devastated, both Ashida and Giza are forced to show up.

It's time for the Brotherhood, including the hand behind it, to pay a price.

It's all for the stability of the kingdom of stars, isn't it? (To be continued.) )