Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 48: People in Hell (Part 1)

Yongxing City, somewhere.

It is painful.

The air here is cold and moist, its skin is wrinkled, its six limbs are weak, its abdomen is dry, its lips are shaking, and its teeth are dull.

Only the darkness around makes it at ease.

It raised its right hand, trying to change its position on its stomach, but inadvertently bumped into the metal cage.

A sharp tingling sensation came from the surface of the skin that had just touched the metal.

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

This **** prison.

The magic seal above, rigorous, meticulous, thorough, perfect and without loopholes-is the standard product of the tower of alchemy.

I don’t know if it’s the work of the "Impound Institute" or the "Spell Lab".

Probably the former.

In the dead alchemy tower, this kind of magic cage with a single function can only be studied by this long-declining faction.

For example, it is locked in this cage here.

It has endured such days for a long time. It has become insensitive to time. It even suspects that if this continues, it will eventually forget its own name for a while.

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

In this case, it began to miss its subject-it still remembers the pain when it was cut off from the subject, and the tearing heart and lungs that came from the subject’s mind Screams and screams.

Even after many days and nights, even when it was its turn to be incised, the pain was not as painful as the heartbreaking pain of separation from the main body.

It really wants to...return to its own subject.

If I remember correctly, the subject should be locked up in the capital of triumph, the **** capital of the human empire. It is clear that the country has long been torn apart, and only a small piece of territory is left. It is small enough, but the group of humans is shameless The land calls itself an empire.

Should the weak not die?

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

By the way, has the subject sent nothing from the city of triumph for a while? Whether it is a letter or an article, there is nothing.

The thought connection with the subject seems to have broken for some time?

Humans don't use it anymore?

Not possible. It doesn't believe that the evil humans will let it or the subject take a vacation-they will only endlessly squeeze out their value without knowing the bottom line.

What happened to the subject? This thought flashed through its mind.

No...Although the subject is also in jail, at least it is completely preserved in the capital of triumph. The empire knows its value. The prince of the empire even tried to communicate with the subject-but the proud subject How could they respond to the lowly humans’ transaction requests, so they are only using themselves for transmission.

Although the empire is no longer strong, those humans will definitely protect the subject. As long as the triumphant is not destroyed overnight, the subject will be safe.

You Chaoyi* will definitely return to the main body... then it will be strong again, as before.

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

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

Especially the **** magician.

Giza Drilman... If it wasn't for the human outside the cage to mention the name recently, it would have almost forgotten.

It grinds its teeth full of hatred-in front of the magician, the feeling of boiling blood and exploding all over the body, the feeling of creeping under the opponent's feet, it will never forget.

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

It's coming... it thought.

The labor and servitude of being a slave—humiliation flooded its heart again.

I don't know which split it is this time.

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

"Pattern."

The metal cage door opened.

It tried its best to growl at the outside of the cage, trying to express its hatred and malice.

The sharp, sharp pain felt like a thorn again.

It knows that it must come out to complete the task, otherwise the pain will only intensify.

Like hundreds of times in the past, it reluctantly had to climb out of the cage with difficulty.

The severe pain gradually eased.

It squirmed in its abdomen, and the contents surged to its throat and reached its mouth.

The bulging feeling gradually disappeared.

It opened its mouth full of fangs and spit out a piece of paper in the dark.

It's a piece of paper again...it thought boredly: These stupid humans, can't you send something interesting next time?

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

Insolent humans.

The severe pain reappeared, and it hissed in pain, knowing that it was time to return.

He crawled back into the cage again, full of humiliation and pain.

The pain disappeared.

The young man lights up the lamp, and the dazzling light illuminates him with a grin, raising his paws to block the eight pairs of eyes.

Light.

It's the most annoying thing.

Fortunately, after the young man saw the paper clearly, he turned off the light immediately.

"From the fortress, the latest updated information," in the darkness, in its vision, the young man in the white robe put down the paper in his hand and made a more solemn voice than usual: "Something is beyond ours. Imagine."

"Oh?" An old, hoarse voice sounded.

It remembers this voice. In the years when it was taken away from the capital of triumph, many humans have been responsible for managing its cage, but this old voice seems to have been managed for a long time.

"First, the prince was intercepted by Lombard at the border...but it seemed that there was no danger. Now the mission is going to Longxiao City under the **** of Lombard."

"You know I don't care about this." The old hoarse voice said faintly: "Where is that murderous demon?"

"Giza Trellman did not follow our plan to go with the Blood Bottle Gang to contain Ramon-even though we used various channels to suggest countless times the importance of Ramon to the Brotherhood." Young People are silent and authentic.

Giza Drilman.

Its nerves were stimulated by the familiar name again.

Its enemy.

Magician.

The enemy of life in the flesh and blood.

"What happened?" The old hoarse voice sounded again.

"It was made public... According to our eyeliner at Broken Dragon Fortress, Giza seemed to endanger the safety of His Royal Highness Thales on the road." The young man said.

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

"Huh?" The old voice asked: "According to the previous report, is it not the Queen of the Night who intercepted Your Highness, so he asked for help from Broken Dragon Fortress?"

"Yes, but the information has been updated. It seems that things have become a bit complicated." The young man raised his head, showing a smile that no one could see in the dark: "The blood magician appeared for the blood of the blood. What the hell-the dark coffin of Mingye."

It opened its eyes suddenly.

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.

Midnight...

What a familiar vocabulary...

Where did you hear it?

Silence.

The old hoarse voice didn't reply.

"I remember that thing was on the list of the legendary anti-devil armed forces...but judging from your reaction," the white-robed young man raised his brows: "That is indeed a remarkable thing, right? You? I know, if we arrange manpower for interrogation now, we might be able to stop 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, the hoarse voice slowly sounded: "Whether it is the coffin itself or the things in the coffin."

The young man frowned, showing a puzzled look.

But he finally nodded: "After Giza was retired from the fortress, he didn't show up again... and Ramon was led to Exeter according to the original plan."

The old figure slowly stood up.

"Very well, if the Blood Bottle Gang still can't find Ramon, we will remind them...the blood magician must be led over anyway..."

"In fact, this is the next thing I want to say," the young voice interrupted him: "Your last temptation seems to have worked."

The master of the old voice, the black prophet Morat Hansen slowly raised his head in the darkness.

"Although under our surveillance, the Brotherhood headquarters did nothing...but the black sword appeared on the border between the two countries," the young man curled his mouth: "I think he is going to rescue Ramon... It seems That Ramon does have a problem, and his value to the Brotherhood is far beyond our imagination."

There was another weird silence.

Until Morat's dark laughter slowly spread.

"Hehehe," the black prophet laughed softly, "Hey, I was almost fooled by my student and the old woman... For a moment, I really wanted to dispel the doubt about Ramon’s identity and put him Cleared out of the blacklist."

"However carefully concealed, it is no match for your suspicion that is stronger than Broken Dragon Fortress, sir." The young man in white robe, Rafael Lindbergh raised his head in the dark, lightly ironically Smiled.

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

Raphael nodded: "They are on the last section of the road in the territory of Black Sands."

"Let Jora come back," the black prophet nodded and took a deep breath: "Since he has completed the task, he has successfully led Ramon to the prince's mission..."

Raphael crushed the pieces of paper on his hand and sprinkled them lightly on a peculiar pattern on the ground. After touching the pattern, the pieces of paper burned and disappeared strangely.

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

"Well, it's time to send a big gift to both the darkroom and the Brotherhood," the black prophet paused with his cane: "Get ready to set off. This is the first big test before you take over as the head of the secret science— -Make sure that Black Sword and Giza enter Longxiao City at the same time and find Ramon."

Raphael smiled brightly.

"Black sword against the blood magician, it must be a big scene," Morat took a deep breath and sat down again: "What an exciting scene."

"So you are responsible for distracting the two legendary anti-devil weapons in Longxiao City?" Raphael raised his mouth: "A unscrupulous magician in the capital of a country... The scene is not big. Secondly~IndoMTL.com~ but it will definitely be ugly. Are you sure you want to do this?"

Especially...that is a famous murderer for all intelligence agencies.

Raphael smiled and said silently in his heart.

"Take it as a gift from the stars to Exeter, and give a sigh of relief for the losses that my Majesty and I have suffered in the past few months." The Black Prophet said with emotion: "After all, this is also to be more efficient. Solve the threat of the blood magician..."

"I really want to see how the old lady in Longxiao City can cope with this situation."

Also, Morat thought secretly: With the acquiescence of the Kingdom's Secret Section, the Black Street Brotherhood has been prosperous for many years.

Since the Blood Bottle Gang has been hit hard, Ashida and Giza are forced to show up.

The brotherhood, including the hand behind it, is time to pay a little price.

Everything is for the stability of the Star Kingdom, isn't it?