Dragon Tamer Chapter 210: Exterminate religion

The border town in the wilderness, the air is clear, mixed with some fragrance of grass.

But the city of stele is always filled with a pungent smell.

This smell should be the fishy smell of the slaughter market, but it is never sold here.

These people who have a reasonable right to trade slaves in the Supreme Court are called mercenary camps. They are like vultures, always hovering near the war, waiting for the end of the war to start sharing the benefits.

At nightfall, another group of slaves who were not sold were sent to the back of the monument wall one after another.

Behind a strong earth dragon, there is a long chain.

The chain passed through a group of slaves whose necks were trapped by thick ropes. These slaves had little strength and walked very hard, but they were half dragged and half pulled by the earth dragon in front.

"Lao He, these slaves seem to be very strong. Don't they sell to quarries and mines? At least one person can sell 100 gold. Why do you bring them here for processing?" The patrolling officers and soldiers came and asked with some doubts.

"It's really been blood mold for eight lifetimes. They got sick, they will attract poisonous insects, and their skin is ulcerated every day. Living is a torture. Just send them a happy life." Said the slave trader.

"It's a pity, look at that kid, but he's still young and handsome," the officer said, pointing to a young man at the end of the team.

The jet black smeared on the youth's face, ragged clothes and messy hair style, but he can be seen as a handsome boy after a little tidying up. The officers and soldiers looked a bit pity. If they were not sick, they would have been bought by wealthy old women. Let's go...

"There is no way, this kind of disease that attracts poisonous insects can't be cured," said Lao He.

The youth is not someone else, just a disguise for wishing clarity.

He pretended to be a slave and got into it openly.

As for this shoddy noose, Zhu Minglang can't be restrained.

……

Take it into the wall of the monument, I wish you a detailed observation.

Seeing a group of people wearing black robes come, untie the long chain from the earth dragon, and lead the slaves inside like cows and sheep.

The headed person, although he is wearing a robe and hat, his eyes are covered with a red cloth...

The black robe, the blindfold, and the chin is painted with a strange eye pattern, which feels like scarlet smeared with blood!

This thing, even though it looks like a human, is still a blind man, and it is still a bit treacherous and hideous!

"No eye teaches?" Zhu Minglang stared at this person for a long time.

It seems that Brother Wu Feng is right. Most of these people are doing evil.

This sect, for a long time, has given people a kind of illusion of Buddha nature of wantlessness and desire. After it has grown, it has gradually exposed its nature!

It's probably because they used slaves more often to make such evil sacrifices, and this was not eliminated by the people of the Supreme Court.

But how can such cancers continue to expand?

"Soon your pain will disappear." The Eyeless Cultist said.

The slaves are very numb. They themselves are suffering from the toxins. Death is indeed a relief for them.

However, when they were pushed to the execution stand one by one and saw the hell-like picture of the furnace pool, all the slaves screamed in terror.

They tried to break free from the noose and wanted to escape here, but they were screwed back one by one by the Wupao men.

The most terrifying thing is that on the execution platform with a thick layer of blood stains, the eyeballs in one place, those eyeballs are thrown away messily like gravel stones, and those in black robes even step on it with one foot...

"Don't worry, you will also enjoy this honor." The blindfolded black-robed man smiled.

"My lord, shall we help you?" a young man in a black robe asked.

"No, I like to do this by myself. I used to be a clumsy pedicure man. I accidentally got a little bloodshot from a noble man’s toe, and then his hands went out of my eyes. At first, I was clumsy when digging people’s eyes, and those people always screamed. Slowly, I became more proficient, the eyeballs on my knife, and it took a few seconds for the person to realize To the pain..." The blindfolded black-robed man laughed like a crow and chattered endlessly.

Zhu Minglang was in the group of slaves, watching this psychopath...

And the slaves even called their fathers and mothers, they thought they could die straightforwardly, they had no extravagant hopes of being alive, how could they know that they would have to endure such pain and torture before death!

"You can't die, can you dig again?" Zhu Minglang couldn't help but asked.

Even if there is such a perverted ritual, it is better to dig after someone is dead than to perform it alive.

"Of course not. If you die and then pick your eyes, how can you experience the true meaning of purposelessness? Without eyes, you can't see fear. Without fear, you will have nothing to fear, nothing to worry about, and the heart can See the real god." said the eyeless teacher.

"But you were digging your eyes because of your poor craftsmanship. You were forced to dig, and you didn’t voluntarily serve the Eyeless God, as well as the rest of you. Do you still have eyesight? Since you want to implement this This is a sacred ritual, but you have eyes, not the piety in your heart. It's better to dig first. We are following together and we all serve the eyeless god." Zhu Minglang continued.

Those people in Wupao looked at each other.

I have been doing this work here for some years. Which slave is standing here, not with weak legs and incontinence?

How can anyone think so clearly and make such a "small suggestion"?

The blindfolded Wupao man frowned. He passed through the group of frightened slaves and walked to the last place where Zhu Minglang was.

"So I was the only one who performed the gouging." The blindfolded black robe man said coldly.

Speaking, the eye-cutting knife in his hand lit up, and it seemed that he was going to start with the slave whose thinking was too clear.

But to be reasonable, he wants to cut off Zhu Minglang's tongue first!

Before he died, he also shaken the "military spirit" of his followers!

"My lord!"

At this moment ~IndoMTL.com~ a brawny man in black robes ran up and said in a panic.

"What's the matter for me to cut this guy's tongue first...Bah, first goug his eyes!" said the blindfolded man in Wupao.

"A group of masters are surrounding our monument wall." said the brawny man in black robes.

"Do you know the origin?" Wupao leader Guo Chang asked.

"I know!" Zhu Minglang said suddenly.

"Shut up!" The head of Wupao picked up the barbed knife and pierced Zhu Minglang's eyes.

Zhu Minglang escaped easily. The nooses trapped on his body seemed to hang on him, and they all fell off with a flick.

"I am Zhao Yinge, the eldest son of the royal family. My son has been staring at your group of demons and evil cults for some time. Special experts have come to destroy the cult!" Zhu Minglang said loudly.

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