Underneath Cui Vank, at the bottom of the eerie, bloody, rancid prison of hatred, in the pool of blood in front of the throne of the demon god Mephisto, several figures covered in wriggling blood were letting out crazy screams of extreme pain.

They twisted and wriggled, constantly reaching out and scratching the skin on their bodies, even though large swathes of skin were torn and shattered by their own fingernails, and even exposed the flesh in the skin, the tendons in the flesh, and the bones in the tendons.

One of them even tore open his chest and grabbed his internal organs through the gaps in his ribs, as if only that sharp pain could stop the itching on his body.

On the edge of the blood pool, there were also four or five evil covenanters who exuded a legendary-level aura on their bodies, and they just stood there and watched quietly, not daring to make any noise so as not to disturb the Demon God's "Yaxing".

Mephisto was hovering on a semicircular stone throne in the center of the pool, his twisted and terrifying face with a look of pleasure and contentment, as he sucked in the black-red smoke that floated from the bodies of those in the pool, and usually let out a strange "snort" laugh from time to time.

"Lord Demon God! Please give me a chance! I promise it's the last time! For the last time! Ahh!!!h ”

A hoarse voice came from one of the torturers in the pool of blood, and when you looked closely, the man's head turned out to be a round bald head.

And although this person has screamed so badly that his voice has completely changed, he can still hear the voice of a woman.

Combining these two points, the identity of this person has been clarified, and it is clear that she is the legendary female fire law who ran away again in the previous battle - Laurie Barney.

This pool of blood punishment was used exclusively by Mephisto to collect the hatred that emanated from his "food".

The living blood that burrows into your body can make you itch and hurt all over your body, but no matter how much you scratch, you can't find the right place.

It's like scratching your boots and doing nothing but making you itch more.

The most terrifying thing is that this living blood will continue to maintain your vitality until you are completely turned into a mentally crumbling waste, which means that it is difficult for you to even want to die.

This pain undoubtedly magnifies the victim's hatred of the torturer, and for Mephisto, the greater the hatred, the stronger and more contented he becomes.

"Laurie... Let me think about it, this is the third time you've prayed for a 'chance' like me, you know, 'chance' is a very rare thing, even I can't give it to you without restraint......"

Mephisto stretched out her long, sharp claws, gently coiling around the power of hatred that had been drawn from Laurie's body—a force that was so strong and powerful that it was the weight of the other torturers together.

"Your hatred has always been impressive, and because of this, I forgave your previous debts, but now you owe many new debts, and this time, for what reason do you want me to give you a 'chance' on credit?"

"Lord Mephisto! Please! Please! Laurie was so tortured that she could only repeat what she had just said, but for that reason, she was already much better than the other torturers around her.

These are also the legendary Cultivators who have escaped from the Sakaram Legion, and they are now almost tortured and can only convulse in pools of blood.

"It's good, and you can still keep your anger and hatred clear, is it because of your family? Or is it because of Akara?

Hehe, no matter what, I don't want to cut off this delicious food source for a while......"

Mephisto put down his claws, pretending to brace his cheeks and thinking for a moment, then quickly raised his head and said in a messianic tone, "You all owe me a debt!" I shouldn't have let you out until I paid it off, but considering that I'm such a merciful master, I'll make an exception this time!

Rejoice! Slaves! You have a new chance to prove your worth! ”

As its voice sounded, the living blood in the pool of blood began to retreat in all directions like a receding tide, revealing a thick layer of white and twisted bones from under the pool of blood.

Mephisto floated above the pool of blood under a blue-and-white shroud, looking at the few people lying on the pile of bones below.

"But I'll watch you, your debts must be paid off, and until they are paid off, you won't have another chance to owe them!"

At the back of the necks of the tortured Legendary Cultivators, a drop of living blood quickly broke through the skin and burrowed into their bodies.

This is the testimony! If you dare to disappoint me again, then your soul will pay the debt! ”

......

While Mephisto was brutally punishing the fleeing Evil Deeds, a large group of survivors who had escaped from Jikul stood beside the shattered buildings of the city in the harbor of Kurast.

It was once their home, but now it is so dilapidated that some of them can't even hold back their low sobs.

And it wasn't the tragedy in the harbor that grieved them the most, but the sacrifice that Omars had made to make their escape successful.

The swarm successfully picked them up on the banks of the Zuraka River, and then quickly sent them into the city through a network of tunnel bugs.

Those who once again survived the disaster had already tasted the pain of war, and Omas's sacrifice cast a deep shadow over everyone's hearts.

"He... Sure enough, I still took this step! Farah listened to Hera's narration and couldn't help but sigh softly.

In front of him, the famous magician of Kurast was already crying.

He clung to the staff of the Archon that Omars had given him, and ever since he heard the deafening roar coming from behind him before leaving the sewers, he knew he would never see the strange but wise Archon again.

"Yes, since that guy was chosen here to be the consul, he told me that he would give everything he had on this land, and I think he had already seen it then......" Dragognam stood aside, his otherwise serious face full of sorrow at the moment.

Omars was his and Farah's best friend, and the two had sailed across the Nobil Sea to visit him more than once in their spare time.

The wisdom of the Riddle Monk is impressive, and his sacrificial spirit is equally respectful.

In the moment when everyone was in mourning, one of them stood up first, walked up to Hera Tieli and patted him lightly on the shoulder, then clenched her right hand into a fist and gently rested on the staff of the Archon in his arms.

Then she shouted.

"Cheer up, guys! Lord Omas's last wish for us to help him preserve this rainforest must not be wasted!

Let us unite under the Staff of the Archon and fight for Lord Omarth and our own homeland!

Cast the demons out of this beautiful land! ”

The paladin's words made everyone look up, and the ritual of her fist touching the Archon's staff was a symbol of farewell and promise for the Westmar Templars to their fallen comrades.

Many professionals knew about this etiquette, and they gathered beside the Archon's staff with Sothia's encouragement, and one by one they stretched out their fists to touch the staff, which was not powerful in itself, but had a very heavy meaning, and the expressions on the faces of each professional who touched the staff quickly became firm.

"For Lord Omas!"

"For our homeland!"

"Wan Sheng!!"

"Wansheng !!"