Everyone fell silent. For a few seconds, they stood frozen in place, then realized they had escaped a disaster. They crawled away from the area Beelzebub was pointing to, revealing the person in the corner.
He Yu felt helpless. He had clearly performed exceptionally well, so was this idiot blind?
A soldier walked over and shouted at the man, "You! Come out here!"
His clothes were filthy and stained with blood. He Yu didn't even notice him at first. He tried to curl himself up in a corner, looking like a pile of trash. He didn't make a sound when he introduced himself, as if doing so would make him disappear.
Seeing Beelzebub's actions, he shook his head frantically and moved to the side. No one wanted to get close to this unfortunate fellow and kicked him away while cursing.
The instigator let out a satisfied laugh, his finger pointing firmly at him without letting go.
"Hey! Come out!"
There was a moment of silence. Although they were playing the role of soldiers, they were still somewhat unfamiliar with the pre-execution procedure. They had also been assigned the role of prisoners before, so they knew how desperate it was to be chosen by that monster.
Immediately afterwards, a familiar face came out. He Yu stared at him for a while, thinking to himself, "This is a good thing. Now that all the damned people are here, I don't have to go looking for them one by one."
Shi Sen and another tall soldier went into the dungeon and dragged the guy out.
He completely broke down, struggling desperately, screaming in terror, and crying out that he would stop acting and would do anything to keep him alive.
Everyone else instinctively looked away. The scene was indeed somewhat cruel, but He Yu knew that they weren't very familiar with him, and this kind of thing had happened several times before, so it wasn't worth making a fuss or wasting his emotions.
Only Gikonno, this noble young man, stared at the bloodstains on the wooden railing, looking as if he was about to cry.
Number Three walked to He Yu's side and calmly watched the scene unfold.
"He played a soldier in the previous play."
"Is that so? Maybe that's just how dramatic life is."
"He softened his heart at that time and released the prisoner who was originally to be punished by being put to death."
According to Number Three, if you go against the wishes of the play, you will die a very miserable death. But when the time comes, most people will scream and beg for mercy, kneeling on the ground like dogs to surrender.
Beelzebub disliked having his good show ruined.
Now, he wants everyone to witness this retribution.
It took Shisen a lot of effort to throw him onto the altar, and the process was undoubtedly painful. They were even bitten several times. Damn it, if soldiers weren't forbidden from participating in the punishment of living beings, he would have made this bastard suffer.
A burst of laughter suddenly erupted from the cell as they saw the unfortunate fellow lose control of his bladder in fear. One of the guys gloated, "Look! Now this is the shit altar!"
A few people laughed along, but the oppressive atmosphere did not dissipate.
A man wearing a bronze mask and a long red robe took out shackles and skillfully handcuffed the man's limbs to the altar. He was still struggling, but to no avail.
The soldiers in charge of guarding the prisoners were now standing in front of the cell doors, leaning against the wooden bars to try not to block the prisoners' view. There was going to be a good show to watch.
“Everyone who goes up to the altar screams this horribly.” Shi Sen laughed, as if it were something to celebrate. “You know, there’s an unspoken rule in Beelzebub’s plays: realism. To create an atmosphere of despair and terror, acting alone is completely unreliable, especially since these idiots can’t act. The reason it has been able to maintain itself is because of its realism.”
He Yu glanced at him, and the man noticed his gaze, turned around, and gave him a mocking smile.
"This is your first time acting in a play, isn't it? It's such a pity. If you were the one on that stage now, I would definitely be even happier."
Upon hearing this, He Yu responded with a bright smile: "Yes, I think so too."
He had already laid cables all over the dungeon, and when the time was right, he would let these good-for-nothings know what an unexpected surprise was all about.
Number Three suddenly covered Gikonor's eyes and whispered, "Don't look, you might not be able to handle it."
Everyone was whispering. In the center of the hall, the offering lay on a stone, which had long been stained black with blood and had strange characters carved on it, as if to add some kind of mystery.
He was still screaming, but his voice had finally become hoarse.
"I won't do it again! I'll never let the sacrifices go again! Release them—"
The man in red got a little annoyed. He picked up the boiling molten iron, pried open the man's jaw, and swiftly poured it all down his throat.
The scene silenced everyone in the hall, plunging the entire space into a deathly stillness. The man's mouth was agape, but he couldn't utter a sound.
Beelzebub removed his mask. This guy had a face like a celebrity, quite like a pretty boy. With a cruel smile, he walked to the altar, raised the torture instruments in his hand, and began the long massacre.
The whole process was extremely bloody. He Yu had seen B-movie scenes before, but seeing it with his own eyes now, he realized that this was really something else, far more outrageous than what happened in the battle royale world.
Some people in the dungeon couldn't take it anymore and vomited. It was a shocking scene they had never seen before in their lives. This was the exclusive seat for the candidates to be sacrificed. Everyone hoped it would end soon, but the torment seemed to have no end.
Beelzebub had clearly done this many times before; he was as skilled as an expert, his movements precise and elegant, his expression so crazed. The man in red worked perfectly with him. He Yu had noticed this earlier when he was pouring molten iron; this man was also a talent for torture, very good at controlling the rhythm, able to keep the sacrifice alive no matter what.
After all, this is just a play, and plays need an audience. No matter how hard you struggle, the casting is the end. You are the fool who suffers on stage, destined to sacrifice yourself for the entertainment of the masses.
In one of the cells, people started coming up with new ideas. Although the person had already suffered enough, they were probably just trying to find something to distract themselves and cover up the tragedy that had occurred, but they did not succeed.
The offering lay there, blood continuously flowing from the grooves, flowing over layers of characters and patterns, shining like flowers in the firelight, clearly the result of careful design.
Finally, the rotting flesh on the stage stopped even groaning and fell completely silent. Someone shouted, "Look! This is what happens when you show mercy!"
Shi Sen laughed, but most people were no longer in the mood to laugh. He even felt quite relaxed, except for the stench of excrement in the air, which made him cover his nose in disgust.
"Just like the one we sent up last time, I think we should make the sacrificial animals empty their excrement and urine before punishing them in the future, otherwise it's too disgusting."
As he was raising his suggestion, shaking his head, he suddenly felt something slash across his neck.
He Yu tore the wooden bars to pieces and walked out of the dungeon. Then he turned his head and looked at Shi Sen with an expression as if he were looking at an idiot.
"I really enjoyed the pre-dinner show. Now that the show is over, you can all go die."
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