fire.
There was fire in front of me.
Blood.
There was blood on the ground.
red.
Everything in sight is red.
The intertwining of blood and fire turned into a blinding scarlet, sending chills down one's spine.
The air was thick with a frenzied killing intent, causing the hearts of those who smelled it to tremble involuntarily.
Thump thump thump!
It is calling.
Join us.
Become us!
There is a force pushing everyone to join in the revelry and become a part of this feast.
Guh...
Turs swallowed hard, but suddenly regained consciousness.
"My Lord..."
Turs had seen such a fire before.
At that time, a similar fire destroyed his family's only house, a three-story building with a small garden.
Back then, he was the one being plundered, but now he's about to join.
Turs moved his lips and looked at the boy in front of him.
The other person's face looked the same age as him, with a thin face and an undeniable youthful innocence.
Although he had many scars on his body, his blood-splattered face still had a certain handsomeness.
They were commodities to be sold, and unlike slaves who could only be used as laborers, each of the Turs had something special about them.
A boy who can read, sing, has strength... or simply has a certain level of good looks that people can choose from, should be the last type.
But this seemingly harmless face appeared somewhat ferocious in the firelight.
It resembles a ferocious beast that devours its prey, a demon emerging from a fiery abyss, or perhaps the abyss itself.
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Because the boy remained calm throughout, he was indeed unusually calm in guiding the development of the situation amidst the increasingly frenzied atmosphere.
There was neither seduction nor inducement; they simply turned their heads quietly, as if casually starting a conversation.
demon.
Although Turs was only a novice believer, he had heard of the legends of demons.
This person is absolutely a demon!
Only a demon can bewitch people and bring about such madness.
However, Turs also had mixed feelings, because he had indeed received help from the boy; otherwise, he would have been dragged out and beaten to death by now.
"My Lord..."
Before Tulls could finish speaking, a sudden uproar brought everyone back to their senses.
They turned their heads and saw what was happening over there.
A group of wounded slaves huddled together, dragging an unconscious, fat man, leaving a long trail of blood.
"We caught them!!!"
"Kill him! Let me kill him! He killed my wife!"
"Burning at the stake! We must use burning at the stake!"
"Yes! We can't let them get away with this! We must use the burning at the stake!"
"The others shouldn't be spared either; let them all go down into the abyss!"
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Burning at the stake.
The torture methods used on cult members are claimed by more than one church to be people who die by burning at the stake, as they are said to be unable to enter the Kingdom of God and instead fall into an abyss.
Looking at the excitement and frenzy on their faces, Turs felt a chill for no reason.
This group of people has gone mad.
Although they were doing things for revenge, they seem to have become part of the madness themselves.
In a flurry of activity, they tied the unconscious slave trader to the central pillar—a pillar originally used to whip offending slaves.
Someone brought wood, and others dragged in more guards, some dead and some unconscious, and piled them all under the pillar, ready to set it on fire.
Just as the madness was about to reach its peak, a loud metallic explosion brought all movement to a standstill.
Ning Feng stood before the iron gate, tossed aside the hand axe he had used to strike it, and spoke calmly to the slaves who were staring at him:
"I'm leaving now."
"If you want to live, come with me."
After saying that, he still didn't give them time to react and walked directly towards the back door of the base.
Among the slaves who didn't understand what had happened, some were stunned, some were confused, and some were caught in a dilemma.
Most of the slaves knew the boy; it was he who had killed the guards with ghostly movements and freed them from their captivity, and now he was leaving.
Some people stayed where they were.
Some people simply wanted revenge and didn't want to leave. These people wouldn't leave this place unless they watched the slave traders burn to death.
Another group, greedy for the slave traders' money, searched for secret passages and looted everywhere in the base.
Some people chose to follow suit.
They also wanted revenge, but they chose to follow.
The figure ahead held a strange attraction for them, and after some hesitation, they decided to follow.
Turs was one of them. Although the boy gave him a scary feeling, it was better to follow such a person than to stay with that group of completely insane guys.
It is both frightening and reassuring.
They once had nothing, and now they have nothing but their regained freedom and lives.
Since they're already in hell, no one cares whether the one leading them ahead is a demon.
Nobody cares.
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