Journey to the Half-Elf Plane

Chapter 22

The sound of whipping one after another echoed around, and streams of blood seeped out from the back of the half-elf boy.

"woo, woo"

The muscles in Loki's cheeks trembled, and a ball of rags blocking his mouth made him unable to make a sound, but it was easy to see the pain he was suffering from the splitting of his eye sockets.

After probably dozens of whips, the lower-level priest slowed down a bit and looked at Pastor Baker behind him with a slight look for permission.

The priest nodded, and a guard next to him took out the rag from Loki's mouth and said loudly: "Where are you hiding the stolen goods?"

Loki's face looked painful and weak, and his voice was low and hoarse, "I didn't steal it, I don't know what it was."

The priest spread his hands, which was the usual gesture at the end of a prayer. He said in a pitiful voice: "Look at that, what a despicable creature. This is why there are no half-elf believers in Blue Moon."

"No need to gag, I want him to scream loudly and howl in pain to offset the sin he has endured."

The whip struck hard again, and there was no good piece of flesh left on Loki's back. His lowered eyes were gray and cold. The pain was beyond what ordinary people could bear, but he never let out a single cry.

Loki's face was getting weaker and weaker, but in his heart he was extremely resentful, hating his own powerlessness, hating the human trafficker Quaid for being sinister and vicious, and even more hating the priest of the Blue Moon Truth Cult who looked down upon human life with such sanctimony.

Drops of blood flowed all over the ground, and the pain kept getting worse. The half-elf boy's dark blond hair was already wet with cold sweat. He had held back his screams before, but now he was too weak to scream.

The young nobleman Garcia had an ugly face. Although he hated the lowly alien race of half-elves, he was unwilling to take the blame in an unwarranted way, not to mention that it would obviously not help him recover the lost family crest.

"Master Priest, this half-elf kid shouldn't have stolen it. I've never seen him."

Pastor Baker turned his head, looked at the noble and said, "Are you sure?"

"You should know that no one cares about such a lowly half-elf beggar."

Garcia took a deep breath, nodded and confirmed: "I'm sorry, Pastor, maybe I threw it somewhere. I have the power of a third-level apprentice, and this half-elf who begs for a living cannot steal it."

The priest nodded and said to his guards and priests: "Stop it. This despicable little half-elf is already miserable enough. Don't let him die at the gate of the church. And you, go and kill the Black Street Brotherhood this time." The person responsible for the incident calls over."

Quaid was quickly brought forward. He hurriedly leaned over and saluted: "The blue moon is above. Hello, Reverend Sir. My name is Quaid."

"Obviously, Mr. Quaid, this lowly half-elf who was beaten is not a thief. However, we can't forget it. Look at the scratched palms of several of my church guards."

The pastor smiled and continued: "What do you think we should do?"

Quaid's expression was stunned. He was a local snake. Of course he knew about the greed of the Blue Moon Truth Cult, but he was also injured today. He couldn't hold back his violent anger for a long time, and at the same time, he didn't want to give anything more.

"Master Priest, I will definitely satisfy you and the owner."

After saying that, Quaid walked over to the half-elf boy who was collapsed on the ground. He grabbed Loki's hair and lifted it up with one hand, and slapped the boy hard on the face with the other hand.

After several slaps that echoed around the place, blood came out of the half-elf boy's mouth, nose, and eye sockets.

Loki swore in his heart that he would kill the dealer, and if he had the slightest chance, he would torture Quaid to death thousands of times.

  After punching the half-elf boy in the face a few more times, Quaid turned his head and looked in the direction of the priest, but Pastor Baker's face was calm and did not change because of his methods.

Quaid gritted his teeth, threw Loki's entire body to the ground, stomped on his left hand, and then took out a glass wine bottle he had with him.

He smashed the bottle on the ground and took out a sharp piece of bottle stubble.

Loki suddenly twisted wildly. He kept trying to turn around and kick Quaid, and at the same time tried his best to withdraw his left hand that was stepped on.

But Quaid's strength and weight were completely superior to that of the half-elf boy, so all his struggling and yelling were of no use.

When the stubble of the bottle touches a section of the little finger, it feels cold. The feeling is especially obvious after the touch of Loki's hand is strengthened.

Then there was an unimaginable severe pain, which made Loki, who had always been strong, scream in pain. The little finger of his left hand had been cut into the flesh, and the pain increased by 131%, making him unbearable.

A perverted smile appeared on Quaid's face. The louder the half-elf boy screamed, the stronger his smile became.

The stubble on the bottle had sunk deep into the flesh of the little finger, and reached some resistance when it reached the phalange. The stubble on the bottle was not metal, so it couldn't be cut off for a while.

Quaid cursed a few times, then changed his backhand method. He grabbed the stubble of the bottle and smashed it against the bone three or four times. He saw that the little finger of the half-elf boy finally It was smashed down.

Turning his head again, the half-elf boy who was screaming in pain closed his eyes tightly. He had already closed his eyes just now, as if he had lost consciousness.

Quaid picked up the amputated finger and kicked the unconscious Loki. After seeing that there was no reaction, he walked to the priest and held up the bloody little finger.

"Master Priest, what do you think of this kind of punishment? Moreover, he still has nine fingers. If you and the owner are not satisfied, I will cut off a few more to satisfy you."

Pastor Baker frowned and knocked off his little finger, "Who would care about such a dirty thing? You are pretending to be confused with me. You know what I want. I will let my priest tell you later."

"Besides, your methods are cruel and your vision is terrible. Who cares about this?"

Pastor Baker pointed to the severed finger on the ground. After speaking, he kicked it into the ditch beside the road with his foot.

……

In a dark space of consciousness, Loki's heart was always surrounded by resentful and cold emotions.

He didn't know when he would die, but he swore revenge and would definitely take revenge a thousandfold.

In the memory storage area not far away, the Ultron operating system was still running autonomously, but the surroundings seemed different from usual. There were strange lights flickering in the darkness.

When he raised his head, the starlight there shone brighter, as if it was about to fall to the ground at any time.

Loki suddenly felt a familiar feeling in his heart. The starlight was so weird. What was that unknown thing high above?For the sake of safety, Loki did not dare to explore this mysterious phenomenon carefully.

But now, does he still care about the unknown danger?

The half-elf boy stood on tiptoes and raised his right hand high.

Something surprising happened. The starlight actually changed the distance between each other according to his movements, and quickly became larger and closer. In a moment, it had revealed the entire starlight.

It was an existence that had the appearance of a Milky Way celestial body and exuded cool starlight.

The unknown, vast, and vast celestial body merged with Loki step by step, and finally he was immersed in the starlight like the Milky Way.