Chapter 126 The Boy Who Worships the Dragon
The desolate cries of crows echoed in the sky.
The flock of crows turned into a black cloud, hovering over the square outside the castle.
These flat-haired beasts are waiting for their dinner.
On the bloody square, the executioner wore a black leather hood and his naked body was covered with strange patterns painted in blood. Those were tattoos praising viciousness and cruelty, the masterpiece of the devils from hell.
One by one, the ragged slaves were brought before the executioner.
Gouging out eyes, cutting off tongues, removing bones, pulling out tendons... the executioners used all kinds of torture on these slaves according to their own wishes.
The screams are the best background music, which only makes the executioner more excited and his actions more cruel and outrageous.
Most of the slaves died wailing, their blood seeping into the ground, filling a terrifying magic circle, and their tortured souls were devoured by the bloody demonic shadows floating in the sky.
This is the sacrificial ceremony that the three-headed dog family has been carrying out for a long time.
There are many lords of the Nine Hells. The Cerberus family worships Tiamat, the dragon goddess of Avernus, the first layer of hell.
Tiamat's true form is a colorful dragon. Legend has it that her body has five dragon heads. It is also said that all the five-colored dragons in the world are her descendants.
It's just that because the three-headed dog family was hiding in the Alchemy City and barely surviving, they were despised by Tiamat. They were not qualified to hang the five-colored dragon head emblem of the lord of hell, and could only use the shameful three-headed dog as a substitute.
Only now have they openly re-hung the five-headed dragon emblem of Tiamat.
Because times have changed.
This family would not dare to make such a high-profile sacrifice while the Alchemist Council was still in existence. After all, the City of Alchemy was one of the very few countries that allowed the belief in Hell to exist.
It was not until the Alchemy City was suddenly destroyed that the Cerberus family realized that their fate had come to a turning point.
Everyone can imagine that with the destruction of the Alchemy City, the entire kingdom will fall into chaos, which will inevitably lead to a large-scale war. War is a hotbed of pain and torture, and is the best gift to hell.
A large number of slaves were sacrificed to open the gates of hell for the Lord of Hell and summon those monsters from hell.
After doing all this, the three-headed dog family finally gained pride and regained the favor of Tiamat.
However, they were also aware that the family was facing a major crisis. The plan to kill the elf delegation had failed, the Gate of Hell had been destroyed, and a bunch of cannon fodder had been sacrificed in vain. If they did not stop the peace talks, not only would the chaos in the Alchemy City be likely to end prematurely, but they would also have to deal with the revenge of the elves.
Therefore, the three-headed dog family had to take a gamble and intensify the sacrifice.
The three-headed dog family took advantage of the chaos to capture many prisoners, and they were just the right time to sacrifice them all at once.
Such brutal massacres have been going on for two days, but the effect does not seem to be very good.
Although Tiamat is the lord of hell, she is not the kind of devil who is obsessed with torture and cruelty. She is the mother of dragons and prefers power.
The previous operations of the three-headed dog family, including expanding territory, plundering population, and provoking wars to profit from them, were all behaviors that Tiamat liked, so her rewards to them were quite generous.
But after the assassination attempt failed, Tiamat lost interest in the bloody and brutal sacrifices offered by the Cerberus family.
Although tortured souls are hard currency in hell, this simple and crude behavior really does not interest the dragon goddess.
However, the three-headed dog family has no other choice. They must now do everything they can to strengthen their own power to deal with possible retaliation.
This was not a desperate attempt, because the three-headed dog family had a genius who was not far from becoming a legend. Tiamat's blessings had been used on this genius several times before, making him just one step away from becoming a legend. If this sacrifice could be successfully completed, then this genius would be able to be promoted to a legend.
A legend may not be able to resist the army of elves, but a legend is enough to protect a small number of elite members of the family and start a new life somewhere else.
If you can't win, just run away. This is not a problem at all for people like the three-headed dog family who believe in hell.
However, for the captives and slaves who were sacrificed, this was the greatest tragedy in the world.
Among the captives, a young child had his legs chained and was moving with difficulty.
He was a little different from the other numb captives. He lowered his head to hide his angry eyes, and his mouth kept opening and closing, praying in the smallest voice.
He was chanting the prayer to the Lord of the Morning, which he had learned not long ago from a paladin named Star.
This young man is Geronimo.
Geronimo's luck was really bad. He was chosen by the Stars to become the secret weapon against Amber. His talent was so outstanding that the Stars Paladins were amazed by him and decided to take him back as a disciple after the war.
But because Amberxiu did not play by the rules, as the demon king, he did not wait in the castle for the righteous protagonist to come and attack him, but instead he personally attacked the protagonist.
Geronimo's first chance to cross class was gone, and he became an ignored serf again, forgotten in the Alchemy City, and no one cared about him at all.
But Geronimo did not give up. He kept in mind the teachings of the Lord of the Dawn: "You should improve yourself and never be proud and complacent; your body and mind should be fertile, and you should remain cautious and brave when facing danger; you should uphold justice and live in the face of death."
Because of this inspiring teaching, Geronimo led those serfs who had not yet completely despaired to join the Lion Empire in the final battle of the Alchemy City.
Geronimo took these weak mortals and assisted the holy warriors to open the city gates, help the trapped humans, and send them out of the Alchemy City.
It can be said that as long as Geronimo survives and arrives at the Laion Empire, his future will be limitless.
But his luck was really bad. In the last battle, he was seriously injured and fell into a coma, and his teammates around him didn't even have time to take care of him before he died at the hands of other undead.
The battle was so chaotic that even the paladins suffered heavy casualties. The charge of the Headless Knight Gareth destroyed large blocks, and the rubble buried the unconscious Geronimo.
By the time Geronimo woke up, he was already buried deep underground.
What's worse, his right hand was crushed by the rubble and his bones were broken.
He struggled to climb out, but all he saw were endless ruins. The holy warriors had long disappeared.
Geronimo had no choice but to hastily bandage his arm and prepare to find another way out.
The destruction of the Alchemy City plunged the land into chaos. Geronimo was just an injured serf, and he was so young that it was not easy for him to survive.
After hiding for a few days, the original plan to catch up with Ryan's army was completely thrown out of his mind. He had to think about how to survive first.
Finally, Geronimo fainted due to fever. When he woke up again, he was locked in a cell by the three-headed dog family.
And now, he was being pushed onto the platform, walking step by step towards the cruel executioner.
Geronimo's prayers had not stopped yet, he kept reciting everything that Fanxing had taught him. This method could once summon celestial warriors made of holy light, but now no matter how hard Geronimo tried, the holy light had no response.
The more anxious Geronimo became, the more confused his prayers became, and he eventually bit his tongue accidentally.
The piercing pain made him tremble all over. As soon as he stopped, the whip behind him started to crack.
Geronimo looked at the platform getting closer and closer, and finally couldn't help but said: "Holy Light, won't you protect your believers?! I did everything according to your instructions, is this all a lie?!"
The executioner heard these words and burst into laughter.
"You little brat who believes in the Holy Light? I'll make your death even more miserable."
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The executioner grabbed Geronimo's hair with one hand, dragged his small body onto the platform, then picked up a skinning knife and said to him: "Little devil, you believe in the Holy Light, right? Let me peel off the skin on your back first and make you a pair of angel wings."
Geronimo had no time to struggle before he felt a sharp pain in his back. The sharp skinning knife had cut through his skin, chipping away at his flesh bit by bit.
Geronimo screamed in pain, but this did not make the executioner soften his heart.
The brutal sacrifices continued, and Geronimo gradually lost his mind under the torture.
What holy light, what Lord of the Dawn, what real human life... all fake, all deception, that group of hypocritical paladins, just left him alone and ran away. It was clearly said that as long as he survived the war, he could live a new life.
I worked so hard to survive, but where is the Holy Light? !
His weak body could not withstand the torture at all. After a while, he was dying and even his consciousness became blurred.
At this moment of death, Geronimo seemed to see a crow with two heads landing in front of him, one of which was bald, just like Geronimo, with its skin peeled off.
This ugly and ferocious crow pecked at Geronimo's eyes with its sharp beak.
Geronimo felt a pain in his eye, and then his right eye completely lost the sight.
The young man, who was only half breath away, somehow found the strength to reach out, grab the two-headed crow that was pecking at his eyes, and stuff it into his mouth.
Even if I'm going to die, I'm going to take this beast with me!
He swallowed the filthy blood in big gulps, and Geronimo's scarred body seemed to be injected with lava, and the burning pain made his whole body spasm.
But his strong will before death overcame all the pain and made Geronimo gradually regain consciousness.
A long-forgotten memory came to my mind.
That was the story his mother read to Geronimo when he was a child.
In the story, there is a race that worships dragons. They imitate the roar of dragons and create a unique language. Whenever they speak this language, they will gain the power of dragons.
They are the remnants of the dragon era, they are the survivors of the previous civilization, they are - the Dragon Cult.
It was as if syllables from ancient times came out of Geronimo's mouth, and the sound of dragon roars once again rang out on this continent.
Above the sky, the demon shadow that was about to devour the soul paused for a moment and stared at the dying boy with surprise.
The dragon goddess Tiamat heard the desperate dragon roar.
The executioner didn't know what was happening. He just thought that the strange sound was the child's groan before death. He was about to peel off his spine bit by bit and make it into a horrific flesh and blood sculpture, but he suddenly found that his arms were out of control.
The arm holding the boning knife was like metal attracted by a magnet, pressing uncontrollably on Geronimo's wound.
Immediately afterwards, sharp granulations began to grow on the bloody wound. These granulations were like sharp teeth, biting the executioner's arm tightly and began to tear it apart frantically.
Flesh and blood were peeled off, bones were broken, and the executioner screamed in agony.
But no matter how he struggled, he could not escape this strange backlash.
Every wound on Geronimo's body turned into a mouth full of sharp teeth, and his body was twisted exaggeratedly, as if he was wrapped around the executioner's body without bones.
The executioner's screams soon stopped because his body had been torn to pieces and swallowed by those horrible mouths.
After the monster with a mouth full of flesh devoured the executioner, it made a sound of twisting flesh and bones, and then turned into a human form again.
Geronimo stood on the bloody platform and looked at his hands in disbelief.
On the palms of his hands, on his arms... those mouths full of sharp teeth kept opening and closing, and his body seemed to be made up of these sharp mouths, so terrifying, so disgusting... but also so powerful.
Geronimo bent over, and after a few seconds, unable to hold it in any longer, he burst into a wild laugh.
“Hahaha! Hahaha! What a bullshit holy light! My faith should be in the dragon! I soar into the sky, and I am a giant dragon that devours everything!”
As Geronimo roared, the peeled skin on his back grew wildly and turned into a pair of scarlet membrane and bone wings, like the wings of a giant dragon.
With a flap of his blood wings, Geronimo flew up and rushed towards the people of the three-headed dog family.
Blood and flesh splattered everywhere, and the boy who turned into a dragon wanted to return all the pain to the world.
Sorry, there is no third update today. I will try my best tomorrow. (End of this chapter)