Demon Lord

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Chapter 106 The Punishment of Whipping

September 8th, Pig's Head Pub.

It was evening, and it was the time when the bar was bustling with people, but there was a difference from the past... the bard Raphael did not tell stories here today, so the atmosphere in the bar was not as good as it was a few days ago. Especially hot.

The wooden door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man in black stepped in. He was dressed in a brown linen robe, but there was a pair of sharp triangular eyes on his wrinkled face. When he looked at others, he felt like a poisonous snake with undisguised coldness. .

This middle-aged man looks about forty years old. Although he has passed the peak of his body, his mental state is more than twice as strong as that of people who are holding a glass to get drunk——Hook sitting at the bar was captured by this guy After glancing at it, I suddenly felt an invisible pressure, and felt a little uncomfortable all over.

The other party didn't seem interested in drinking, but just walked up to the second floor, as if looking for someone.

Great guy...

Hook, who thinks he has extraordinary eyesight, commented in this way.

But he naturally didn't understand that the middle-aged man who was walking to a certain room on the second floor... was far from being powerful.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door panel according to a certain rhythm, and someone in the room opened the wooden door, and then welcomed the middle-aged man in respectfully——

Lord Gallup.

My lord bishop.

A voice of honor resounded in the house, and it was the followers of the Viper Cross dressed up by the five adventurers who spoke.

The unruly expressions of these guys in the past are completely restrained at this time, and the two-meter-tall man even knelt down on one knee to take the robe that Gallup took off, and put it away carefully, like the most humble man. Waiting for the next order like a servant.

Gallup, known as the bishop, had a natural demeanor, stepped forward and sat on the chief seat, and after scanning these subordinates with his triangular eyes, he said calmly, Sit down.

Yesterday, you sent me a message that some nobles from Hollier City are willing to cooperate with us?

His voice was a little hoarse and not loud, but the posture of the superior was obvious—the bishop of Mad Viper Cross was far more powerful and cruel than a dean like Benjamin.

Someone contacted the downline we released, but they didn't disclose their identity, they just left a letter revealing such a wish. Judging from the conditions they promised, the other party should be a big noble in the city, with a lot of influence .”

Heh, after finding some clues, do you want to use Viper Cross?

Gallup squinted his eyes, took the letter from Willy, Francis' subordinate, just scanned it casually, then curled his lips, a dark purple light pattern suddenly emerged from his fingertips, twisting the whole parchment into pieces , said in a low voice: These nobles don't do anything other than fight in the nest. The next time you encounter this bunch of self-righteous shit... ignore them.

His eyes swept over the subordinates in front of him, and his tone was mixed with enthusiasm and coldness, For this operation, the sect has dispatched all the forces that have been lurking here for ten years! You must remember, what we have to do The matter is far more than just clearing up these heretics—so I don’t allow any extra problems... Do you understand?

Yes, my lord bishop!

The five adventurers responded in unison—Gallup nodded in satisfaction, and continued: Continue to expose the flaws that should be exposed, so that the guys from the Rose Cross think they have all our information, so that the operation can go smoothly. Twenty Rubens only goes to the town square when it's number one, so we...

Gallup explained the next arrangement, and these subordinates did not dare to neglect to listen carefully. In their eyes, the cold-eyed bishop in front of them is definitely not easy to mess with.

Because he has a nickname within the sect called Snake Tooth-meaning that his character is as vicious as a snake, and his work is even bloodthirsty and merciless.

In such a denomination, promotion is not based on fundraising and prayers, but on foreign strikes!

For the nobles, for the civilians, for the Rose Cross, as long as it can make a profit and attract more believers, the Viper Cross is willing to do it. To put it bluntly, it is a terrorist organization. On this premise, in order to maintain Internally stable, Snake Cross has even adopted a high-pressure policy - be ruthless externally, and even more ruthless internally!

Gallup is a leader in such an organization. So far he has only stumbled on small tasks, but he has never missed a big task, so he is now in the limelight in the sect, and if he can successfully complete the next task, he will be able to Successfully breaking into the core leadership of Viper Cross... That means more resources, higher status and almost limitless future.

The forty-two-year-old Gallup is in full swing, with a deep city and a fierce personality. If he has enough opportunities, he will definitely be a hero—this is a point that everyone in the sect agrees with. Lopp's boss, Jakkad, had good expectations for him, and even sent a capable man to assist him in this operation.

And this right hand man is the beauty who came to the Pig's Head Bar some time ago... Priest Akasha.

But if you turn your gaze to her at this time, you will find a very interesting fact - compared with the hale and hearty Gallup, this beautiful woman who stayed in a hidden hotel a few kilometers away is completely different at this time scene.

The fireplace in the room was not lit, and there was a cold atmosphere everywhere. The furniture in the cheap hotel was simple, a single candle was lit on the table, and amidst the flickering light and shadow, Akasha wearing a tulle pajamas was sitting on a chair, suffering something painfully.

If people who don't know the situation see this scene, they will probably think that this hot priest is an exhibitionist with a special hobby - if it is a hot summer, no one will gossip about her wearing this in private, but at this time The temperature is already high enough for people to wear warm gowns, and she is almost equivalent to a naked dress, which is not normal no matter how you look at it.

The room was quiet, except for the occasional sound of Akasha's unsteady breathing.

Although the figure of this beautiful pastor is bloody, but when you get close, you can see her frowning brows, biting lips and slightly trembling fingers...

This scene lasted for about ten minutes. Akasha, whose eye circles were slightly red, took a deep breath, raised her hand to wipe the sweat off her forehead, and straightened her body slightly...

The originally sexy tulle pajamas had been soaked by the blood from her back at some point, and the pain from the rubbing of the clothes made the corners of Akasha's mouth twitch, but she seemed to have gotten used to it and didn't have much expression, just Silently and quickly dealt with the wound.

Raising her hand to take off her pajamas, after her body was completely exposed to the air, Akasha chanted a prayer in a low voice, the light flickered, and the intermediate recovery technique caused the wound on her back to heal instantly. Just because she has to go through this process every day, the healing effect of the magic spell on her has begun to attenuate, and the scars left behind have not completely disappeared - on the back that was originally smooth and delicate, there are already some scars. There are few bright red traces, which look like they have been whipped.

This is one of the punishments of the Viper's Cross to the insiders of the sect: the punishment of whipping.

The effect of Whiplash comes from the Curse of Darkness skill of the Elder Garkad. Once cast, she will suffer this punishment every day for a period of time. The power of the curse ignores the defense of the shield, so the victim must accept the punishment caused by this shadow energy to be considered atonement - after the failure of the previous mission, Akasha should have suffered a harsher punishment, but Jia Elder Card took good care of her, but gave her the penalty of whipping, and at the same time let her participate in Gallup's mission, and used it to make meritorious service.

If it succeeds, it will go one step further. If it fails, what awaits her is a more terrifying punishment. In this regard, Akasha has no room for resistance.

Oppression, enslavement, use... The Viper Cross rule over believers is so bloody and naked, a guy like Gallup can thrive in such a struggle, and a gentle woman like Akasha, Weary and frightened only by the painful punishment and the oppressive rule within the sect.

Those who can't bear it will be eliminated, and there is no other way to end but death... This is the consensus of all the priests in the Viper Cross sect-most blind believers only see the glamorous surface of the sect, and only gradually Only those who stand out and become the backbone will gradually realize this essence.

But those who realize the essence like Akasha and have some regret emotions, most of them have no way to turn back, and can only grit their teeth and continue walking under the control of those black hands...

The pain in the body gradually disappeared, but the pain in the heart could not be eliminated. Akasha stood up, threw the blood-stained pajamas aside, complex emotions flashed across her pale face, she silently put on clean underwear and robes, her maroon curly hair was gathered behind her head, and her frail body was a bit weak. Trembling, but still propped up and sat at the desk.

She took a few deep breaths, then took out a letter that had already been written, and stared at the handwriting that she personally wrote a few days ago.

Really... is this the only way left?

*****

When Rody walked into the Pig's Head Bar with a haggard look, he passed by Gallup who was just walking out the door.

In the past, he would definitely be curious about this staggering guy with a high level—but at this time, he was in such a bad mood that he didn't even have the interest to raise his head, so he went straight to the bar and asked Hook for a cup price He threw back a big gulp of rum, and then coughed for five minutes.

I cough cough cough cough cough cough cough...

The dumbfounded Hook looked at Roddy well, then quickly poured a glass of water and handed it over, and patted the young man on the back across the bar.

Cough cough cough cough—Hook...cough cough cough, I'm really sorry, I'm really not in the mood to tell stories today, I—cough cough cough...

I see, why, lost love?

Hook saw that he was almost fine, so he sat back and drank a glass of ale by himself, threw the rag aside, and said casually with a look of someone who came here, I should have told you that women are all liars...you and I Say, when I was young...

Luo Di had just regained his strength, and was drinking from a glass of clear water. When he heard what he said, he was choked again, shook his head helplessly, and said intermittently: No...cough cough—that's not the case! Cough cough cough—

(over)