Lord Roar

Chapter 453
In a palace made of obsidian, with an altar of ice all over, Alan was tied naked to a stone pillar.

Two liches, a man and a woman, kept burning Alan's body with the sacrificial fire in the spell of psychic communication.

Allen sometimes sneered and sometimes hummed a ditty.

It's just that his body is always trembling involuntarily, which means that he has been enduring severe pain.

The sorcerer was not much different from the ones Allen had seen before. He was wrapped in a black robe and covered the skeleton frame, with two green flames flickering on the skull.

It is estimated that male liches may all look alike.

But the female lich is flesh and blood, with a touch of red lips and big peach eyes, with indescribable charms, and a frown and a smile that make people yearn for it.

Under the black robe, the witch didn't have any close-fitting clothing, and whenever a gust of wind hits, her sexy ketone body looms.

If it was usual, Allen would definitely feast his eyes, and then yell a few words to take advantage of his mouth.

But now Alan no longer has that interest, and the torture for more than ten days has exhausted all his energy.

The whipping day and night tortured his body!

The fire of sacrifice continued, torturing his soul!

The soul shock crushed his nerves!

The faint blue sacrificial fire burned for a full hour. When the sacrificial fire was extinguished, the foreheads of the two liches were covered with sweat.

Maintaining a spell that sacrifices souls, even two archlichs are somewhat powerless.

Allen said with a sneer: "Time flies so fast, buddy, have you two made any progress? This craft is too trendy, it's been more than ten days."

The wizard laughed back in anger, picked up the vine whip on the ground, and slapped Alan's chest fiercely.

Allen snorted, suppressed the pain and said with a sneer: "Boy, the same sentence, you are dead!"

The warlock was unmoved, and his voice was as harsh as nails scraping on metal: "When your helpless soul loses this strong body, you won't be so stubborn!"

With a cold snort, the warlock nodded to his companion and walked outside the hall.

The witch hesitated for a moment, and didn't follow out. Instead, she smiled charmingly at Allen, walked towards Allen swayingly, and said softly: "Give me an explanation, please, just give me an explanation, I... Maybe I can give you what you want!"

"Explanation? What explanation?" Allen asked knowingly.

"Why are you not the Son of Chaos, but bear the mark of Chaos, the mark of the God of Chaos, but why aren't you immune to the spell of phantom?" After the witch finished speaking, she looked at Alan expectantly. The chest rises and falls, and the face is flattering.

"If I give you an explanation, can you let me go?"

The witch said with a charming smile: "If you give me a satisfactory answer, maybe people will really consider letting you go secretly. Besides, there will be unexpected rewards." The witch's white palm caressed Allen's chest.

"An unexpected reward?" Allen licked his lips, his eyes greedily staring back and forth at the witch's chest.

The witch giggled coquettishly, shrugging her shoulders on purpose, and the gap in the middle of the black robe became wider.

Allen swallowed a mouthful of saliva, frowned as if thinking, and sighed heavily after a long while: "Forget it, I might as well tell you, but you have to promise me one condition first."

The witch was overjoyed and nodded hastily.

Allen said with a look on his face: "This place is too wet, I haven't bathed for several days, my body is a bit itchy, or you use your tongue..."

The witch pretended to be shy, and her pink tongue licked her lips very seductively, and said, "Are you letting others... lick your body with your tongue?"

The witch stared at Alan's high raised crotch, and found that the crotch of the tattered trousers was shrugging up and down, and she couldn't stop smiling.

Allen smiled, nodded heavily, and said, "Yes, it's mainly the feet. Your place is too damp. Give my brother a couple of licks to relieve the itching."

The witch's expression changed, and she immediately knew that she had been tricked again. It was the same as last time. She thought that the human race would let go, but at the end, the other party actually said that his butt was a little itchy

Isn't this guy a human noble, why is he so vulgar!
The frosty witch stretched out her right hand, and a green elemental symbol was printed on Allen's abdomen.

There was a smell of burning, and Allen grinned and grinned. The skin on his upper abdomen was burnt black and began to fall off, which looked terrifying.

"Although I don't know why your recovery ability is so amazing." The witch glared at Allen fiercely and said, "But I will not be stingy with this little time if I let you suffer a little bit of flesh and blood."

After finishing speaking, the witch glared at Allen fiercely, turned and left the palace angrily.

Hearing the sound of footsteps getting farther and farther away, Allen cursed in a low voice: "Come out quickly, don't you fucking bite me."

The horn-winged python, which had changed to the size of a finger, drilled out from under Allen's crotch with two small green eyes turned over, and the smart small eyes were full of disgust.

"What are you doing in a daze, go and step on it." If Allen's limbs were not fixed by the obsidian engraved with magic elements, he would like to kick the horned python.

When the witch was there just now, this guy was running around with his crotch full, and he was almost exposed.

The unwilling horned python flapped its two little wings and flew out of the palace.

Allen lowered his head, his chest was bloody and bloody just now that the sorceress used the vine whip, and now it has begun to heal slowly and grow new skin. The recovery of the abdominal injury is relatively slow, because the sorceress just used What he used was the Spell of Tranquilization, the bone-piercing pain was very unbearable, and the healing was also very slow.

If it weren't for the ancient magic power in his body, if it wasn't for the improvement of his physique by the barbarian battle ring, if it wasn't for the amazing recovery power after eating the dragon's egg, maybe he wouldn't be able to survive at all.

Counting the time, it has been ten days, and I have been tortured for a full ten days.

Except for being brought by Yamen Sol on the first day, I only saw it once at night.

Allen didn't know if this was the demon plane or where. He only knew that Amensor began to change his face after using some kind of secret technique to investigate his soul power and spiritual power. Say let it go, what kind of person am I, the son of Chaos, the ground walker of Chaos, the spokesperson of the demons, etc., everyone is a good friend, a good friend, and so on.

As a result, after Yamensol performed the operation on him, he suddenly began to yell in great disappointment, saying that he was a body of lies, that he was just the skin of a son of chaos, and so on.

Then began endless torture and torture, torturing soul and body, torturing soul and body.

The two execution liches tortured Alan in every possible way. Even if he had received strict training in his previous life, he was almost too much to bear.

The other party wanted him to voluntarily donate his soul and body, but Allen didn't understand at all, he just kept fighting, and then survived until now.

The horned python came back soon, lay on Allen's shoulder and said, "Boss, patrol every fifteen breaths, there are still two birdmen with wings."

Allen nodded and asked, "Have you investigated the situation outside the palace?"

The horned python's little head shook.

Allen said disgustedly: "What's the use of you, you might as well bring Tutu, waste."

"Quack, boss, I didn't come to this ghostly place voluntarily. I wanted to help you fuck that guy."

After the horn-winged python finished speaking, it flew to the beam of the palace. It didn't want to drill into Alan's crotch anymore, and always felt that there was a kind of its own kind in it.

Neither a person nor a snake continued to speak, and there was a sudden gust of wind in the empty palace, and Alan shuddered secretly.

My mental strength is getting weaker and weaker.

Alan's usual way to restore his mental strength is very simple and rude, and that is to sleep.

Lunch break, nap, sleep with head covered, as long as you close your eyes, you can sleep.

As long as you fall asleep, you will automatically enter a meditative state.

But it doesn't work now. When Allen closes his eyes and wants to sleep, dozens of undead ghosts will suddenly run out of the obsidian pillar on his back, making piercing screams.

That kind of voice is like a magic sound entering the brain, which makes people want to go crazy.

"The horned python!" Allen sighed and called out softly.

The horned python lying on the beam was weak: "Quack!"

For more than ten days, the horned python has not eaten again. After Allen lost all five senses, he felt nothing along the way, but the horned python has been hiding in Allen's trouser leg to observe.

The horned python doesn't know what plane this is, but it's definitely not Saint Cassis Continent. As a quasi-ultra-order monster, it can feel the ubiquitous dark magic elements in the space here. Demons like Mensor live in this obsidian palace. The lich, the winged knight, the mark of Chaos and the idols that can be seen everywhere show that even if this is not the plane of the demons, it must be the plane of the demons. stronghold.

"You go away." Allen said with a smile: "I may not be able to hold on anymore, you... go away, when the two liches come in again in a while, you run out secretly, and there is no one outside at that time." man guarded."

After Allen finished speaking, a smile was drawn on the corner of his mouth, and he said lightly: "I didn't expect that before I hung up, there was actually a broken snake by my side."

"You said that after I die, will I return to the world that belongs to me?"

"The horn-winged python, by the way, I never asked you, where did you learn those swear words?"

"I don't know what happened to Janna, the demons really shouldn't exist in this world!"

Allen talked more and more. He knew that it was not because he suddenly became sentimental, but because his mental power was getting weaker and weaker, and the spell runes around him continued to corrode his soul.

With a strong effort, Allen looked up at the scale of the palace, only to find that the horned python had long since disappeared.

"Damn, run if you say so, don't show loyalty!"

After scolding, Allen laughed and ran away. Anyway, the horned python was a little bit cowardly, but just like his own pets, it is better to die alone than both.

Allen is constantly stabilizing his mind. Now he only has one wish, that is, after the two liches come for a while, let the two liches relax after showing weakness, and then find a way to kill the two liches who have been torturing themselves.

A soldier, even if he cannot fall on the battlefield, must fight at the last moment of his life.

This is Allen's credo!

Allen, whose gaze became simple again, stared at the gate of the palace with a sneer.

After a while, the two liches did not appear, but the sneaky horned python returned.

(End of this chapter)