For whom the funeral bell tolls (3)

Because the demon territory is basically polluted by miasma, the color of the sky cannot be seen clearly.

Inger could only lower his head and look at the ground. There was not even a blade of grass or a bug to be seen, but there were a few bones sticking out of the soil.

Was it because he was poisoned last time? He has no reaction to the poison yet.

The devil never tires of having his men try all kinds of torture instruments on him.

There were also slave branding tools among them, and no one knew where they were taken out from.

He later had one of his calves chopped off.

【Are you a collector? 】

He is keen on collecting dismantling tools and biological limbs and organs.

Although they took simple measures to stop the bleeding, they were unable to effectively stop the blood flow.

Inger said nothing during this process.

He knew that if he said anything, the demon might lose interest in him and move on to someone else.

He seemed to have never seen an experimental subject being tortured like this but still remaining calm, and he found it novel.

But this interest will eventually fade away.

Even if you are a pervert, you wouldn't like to fiddle with something that looks like a corpse and has no reaction.

But if he spoke up for his human captives, he would be keen to turn to another form of torture, mental torture.

Tear up the things he cares about right before his eyes. And he can't let him do that.

After the demon removed the spike from his shoulder blade, Inger spoke.

"Shall we make a bet?"

He spoke in the demon language.

This time, not only Haoli, but other demons also raised their heads in surprise.

Holly spoke slowly: "What?"

To him, the right of life and death of this human being is in his hands, and making a bet is just a game of spice. Moreover, this is the first time that a human being has put forward conditions to him.

Inger smiled miserably: "Just bet on when I can escape..."

Holly was stunned.

The demon beside him couldn't help but burst into laughter, "Hahahaha, what is this stupid human slave saying—"

Bang!

The other demon stared blankly.

Hawley threw the shattered brain and blood in his hand to the ground.

Holly raised his lips and said, "Okay, I'll bet with you."

Inger's smile was calm and relaxed.

The devil is not afraid of his prey escaping, because no matter where it escapes to, he is sure that he can catch it back.

To them, it's just a fun game of tag.

As Hawley watched this human being, who had been chopped to pieces by them, speak these words with his only intact head, he was deeply interested, which was rare.

"Let's go. Come back tomorrow to see if he can escape. No one is allowed to stay behind."

Inger said slowly: "You have to bet: bet..."

Holly turned and looked at him. "If you don't get away, I will save your life. I will dismantle those humans one by one in front of you."

He laughed. "Do you think I didn't notice that you deliberately didn't look at those humans? Humans always seem to have this kind of indifferent love for their own kind, but it's also very interesting. Your way is smarter than others. I'm in a good mood today. Tell me, what is your bet?"

Inger stared at him, tearing out every word that was soaked in ice: "If I run away, no matter where you are, I will make you feel like you can't die one day. Believe me, you will like it. My method is much better than yours."

The light in Hao Li's eyes was so bright that it almost made them hot. He laughed out loud, "Hahahahahahaha, I'm waiting! I'm waiting for you!"

And in the next few hours, he didn't see any demons or humans approaching this place.

Inger bit his lower lip hard, drawing blood. This amount of blood was nothing compared to the blood gushing from the wounds on his body. Due to the blood loss, his consciousness had begun to become a little fuzzy.

His body temperature and spirit were fleeing from him every second.

He must concentrate on giving himself a chance to survive.

Half of what he said just now was actually a gamble, and he said it out of spite.

If that fails, he will try to provoke the devil into killing him.

Or just bleed to death.

He was betting on a possibility.

He will not be resurrected on the same fragrant wood.

Because there has never been a similar example, but if he can be resurrected somewhere else, there is a glimmer of hope.

He had already guessed why he was not resurrected in the human camp, but in the demon camp.

It should be caused by Bai Beite, the white-eyed demon king who is passionate about plants.

However, Hawley fell for it.

Should we say that he has a very good understanding of his personality and psychology?

After fighting for so long, at least I have learned this.

He can now wait for Alex to rescue him.

Alex should be on his way by now.

It's not that he expected it, but Alex would definitely come.

Alex is such a person.

Although this move may very well lead to his death, Inger is sure that he will not care about that.

He would rather he didn't come, but he wouldn't consider the possibility that he wouldn't come.

But should he just wait here for Alex to save him and protect him?

That's not his nature.

Inger stretched out his remaining left hand and reversed the direction of his hand.

They had him tied to some kind of cross, made of wood, with the shackles fastened to it by rings and chains so thick that he couldn't pry them open or break them, and he didn't have a key.

But perhaps because it is quite old, the iron sheets nailed with the rings on the wooden frame have warped and some parts have rusted, and the wood fibers have loosened a lot due to mold and insect infestation.

He discovered this when the demons were torturing him.

But even if you discover this, it doesn't mean you can easily get out of trouble. This is not a game.

He could only try a little bit.

I kept trying to twist it with my hands. There was no other way.

He knew that his fingernails might be broken and rotten, but he finally broke off the small piece of iron and held it in his palm.

Next is the screw. This ring is screwed with a threaded screw on it, and its shape is a straight thread.

He tried to use the broken piece of iron to drive the screw out, and it came out easily.

One reason is that the wooden structure is soft, and the second reason is that the threads of this era are not precise enough and are severely corroded.

He used the same method to screw out the screw on the other side.

He fell to the ground from the hanging position.

The condition of my nails and fingertips was horrible, but that was all I cared about.

His physical condition was very bad, but thanks to the fruits given by Fei Leng, he didn't feel any pain at all.

Although he also knew that pain was the body's protective mechanism, in this situation, if the pain was excruciating, it would be truly hellish.

Inger took two breaths, and without hesitation, he hit his ankle hard with his left hand.

He doesn't have much time and must leave this place while he is still conscious.

However, because he didn't know the direction well, he hit his ankle hard more than ten times before it dislocated.

This insulated stone chain was actually made by humans for the demons. It probably became a trophy during the battle, so the chain is a little bigger than that of humans.

He broke his ankle, but he was still able to be dragged out.

After his feet were freed from the shackles, he began to twist his hands.

His hands were scraped off a layer of skin before he managed to get them out, but at least he could still use them. He couldn't use any strength with his hands while being hung.

Just after completing these two tasks, Inger felt the heavy burden.

My eyelids felt like they were holding two sandbags.

The vision flickered.

It was no use sticking the sawdust he had picked up into his legs because he could no longer feel the pain.

He threw the Insulation Stone away with all his strength and summoned his wand with his left hand.

With the wand, it's his game.

Then he fell headfirst to the ground.

He opened his mouth and struggled to smear the magic circle on the ground with his bloody fingers.

His voice was also torn and broken.

But he did not shed tears or cry out. He used his last bit of strength to chant the spell.

Then he found that he couldn't find the coordinates.

He had no idea where he was or which direction to go, so he could only send himself as far west as possible, hoping that someone would find him.

As he thought about this, he watched intently, and his hands dropped down without obeying his brain.

The mind seems to have lost control of the body.

Is this how a paralyzed person feels?

Just as he was about to close his eyes, a beam of light broke through his foggy vision.

Like the dawn breaking through the night.

It was the light he was familiar with.

"Ying! Don't close your eyes! Don't close your eyes!!!"

[Alex... came so quickly...]

Inger blinked in his arms.

Every time I blink, I can feel the hot tears falling on my cheeks.

"...Alex?"

Alex's voice was hoarse and trembling:

"Ying, try your best! Please! Just hold on for a while, okay? We'll go back soon! I'll take you home right away!"

He held her in his arms as if she were an incomplete vase that had been broken but carefully pieced together, and then he climbed onto Fantine's back.

Inger squinted his eyes and tried to force a smile, but the sound of wind whistled past his ears.

There were also the roars of the demons, the sounds of collisions, and the sound of something breaking.

Yes, like the sound of a meat grinder.

The hollow roar was shattered in the golden light.

But that golden light is always so pure and clean.

As soon as this thought came to his mind, he saw Alex covered in blood.

Inger subconsciously wanted to reach out and cast magic on him.

But what was lifted up was only a broken and bloody thing.

Blood dripped from his head.

He looked up and saw Alex's jaw.

Mixed with blood and sweat, maybe even tears.

I can't tell anything apart.

Inger wanted to see the familiar face, but he couldn't.

[Alex...thank you for saving me...]

[It doesn’t hurt at all… I’m fine…]

[Alex, look at me... I have to tell you...]

[Although I still need you to save me... But I am happy, I am really happy...]

He knew that there was someone who would risk his life for him.

I can entrust my life to him without reservation.

That's enough.

[…Alex…I’m sorry…I may not be able to hold on any longer…]

Tears quietly fell from the corners of my eyes.

Knowing that Alex was coming, his body fell apart like a puppet with its strings pulled out.

He completely lost his strength and dropped his hands. He could only curl up in Alex's arms as much as possible and slowly closed his eyes.

"It's not your fault...Alex...don't...blame yourself...I'm not in pain...really..."

The words I said with all my strength failed to reach Alex's ears...

Alex just wanted to get him back as soon as possible.

I don't know how long the killing took.

Relying on Fantine's speed and his ability to bounce off creatures, he killed the demons along the way.

He doesn't care whether the opponent is mixed-blood or pure-blood, as long as he gets in the way, he will kill him.

He had only one goal, to bring Inger back.

However, when he saw Inger's appearance, he still collapsed.

A leg, an arm. The skin was peeled off, the humerus was exposed, the slave's shame brand burned the flesh into charcoal, and there were needles and spikes of different sizes, and knife scratches of different shapes.

His eyes turned blood red.

It is even more cruel to let a person live after being tortured to this extent.

But he had to say such cruel words to Inger himself.

He let him hold on for a while.

Just hold on until you get back.

He was going to take him home.

He was so overwhelmed that this was the only thought in his mind.

He didn't know that subconsciously he didn't dare to lower his head.

He was deceiving himself, Inger was safe in his arms.

After an unknown amount of time, the sky turned clean and we finally arrived at our camp.

He met Vito, Alsophila, and Duke Thrace who was waiting with his troops.

He carried the people down and shouted ecstatically: "We are here! Yes! We are at the camp!"

Looking down, I saw Inger's cold, gray face.

He closed his eyes and relaxed, as peaceful and quiet as if he were dead asleep.

“Should…”

Their clothes were all soaked in blood.

The cause of death was excessive blood loss.

The extreme excitement poured a basin of icy water on him, and Alex fell in a pool of blood mixed with the two of them, holding the broken body.