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The small villa was surrounded by water.

Su Baibai looked at the three people who were lying on the ground and stretched out their hands to tug at the collar around their necks.

"Child..." Jinse curled up and hugged his stomach, crying with tears all over his face. She lay curled up in Hosk's arms, as if she was doing her best.

Su Baibai picked up Yari on the ground and let him lean half of him on top of him. The girl reached out and stroked the man's soft and sweaty black hair, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Yari was almost speechless in pain, but he still wanted to show a smile to reassure Su Baibai.

Collars can make people die quickly, or they can die slowly from torture.

What the emperor wanted was slow torment, and he wanted those spiritual practitioners to watch, and this was the fate of betraying him.

The small camera was broadcasting the tragic situation inside, and the mental powers standing outside had pale faces, and there was an unconcealed fear in their expressions.

As if the people inside were them.

"Hosk, Ginther, and Yari, these three were originally people I highly valued, but they violated the rules, released alien beasts, and betrayed the empire." Of course, the emperor would not let this complete suppression or even betray the empire. Opportunity to eradicate the Spiritualists.

He was there in person.

His purpose is very clear, he wants to completely turn the spiritual person into his own tool person, the kind without thought.

And these three people are the chickens he kills and warns monkeys.

The emperor squinted at the scene inside and felt that it was almost there. He said, "Now, rush in and kill them."

The mental powers looked at each other in dismay, not daring to step forward.

The emperor's amiable face suddenly sank, "If you don't kill them, you will die."

The spiritual powers were shocked, and the spiritual power spread rapidly.

Hosk and others are the ceiling of spiritual power users. If it is normal, they are not opponents at all. But now, they are lying there, and they don't even need to use their mental power. These mental powers only need a sharp dagger to stab them in their hearts.

They are dead.

"They are the betrayers of the empire, and now they are suffering, you are not killing people, but saving people." The emperor's voice spread far into the ears of every spiritual person, "After doing this, You will become the most loyal supporters of the Empire."

Finally, a spiritual person seemed to be persuaded.

The fate of the senior is just around the corner, but there are still people who cannot resist the temptation of power.

He walked towards the door of the cottage.

When one person moves, the person behind also moves.

When Kayla White arrived, he heard the emperor's words, "Stop!" He shouted anxiously, followed by Marshal Hosk's cronies.

Although there is only one team of people, all of them are the leaders of spiritual power.

"Your Majesty, our spiritual powers are put on this collar like livestock, and have been cows and horses for you for a hundred years, do you really not care about our hard work at all? Even if you raise a dog, you can still have some feelings. Bar?"

Admiral White's words successfully stopped those spiritualists who were trying to rush into the villa to kill.

His Majesty the Emperor narrowed his eyes and suddenly smiled again.

Admiral White suddenly felt his neck tighten, and his face quickly turned purple. He fell to the ground convulsively, his mouth wide open and a strange sound in his throat.

"Look, you also know that you are not even better than a dog." The emperor finally stopped pretending, revealing the true face of tyranny.

"You spiritual people are really ungrateful. If I hadn't kept you and gave you a bite to eat, would you really think you could step on my head?" The emperor held something in his hand, which was controlled by a collar. device.

"You guys, if I want you to die, you will die. If I want you to live, you will be able to live. You take yourself too seriously." The emperor shook his head gently, and the middle-aged man's face showed a strange and gloomy smile.

"It's time for you to recognize your status."

A team of spiritual practitioners brought by Admiral White, before they could attack, were electrocuted by the collar around their necks and lost their ability to attack.

It was a struggle that didn't stand a chance from the start, so why hold on? Because they are people, not dogs, and not even livestock that can be determined to live or die at will.

Slaves exist in ancient times, an evil feudal system long since abandoned.

Slaves become slaves because they see themselves as slaves, as lowly things.

But when someone wakes up, when someone opens their eyes, looks up, and feels like a person, the butterfly effect unfolds.

It's a pity that after ten years, they have spent ten years, and still can't see hope from this endless struggle.

"When I die, countless spiritual practitioners will stand up again. Unless you kill all the spiritual practitioners." Admiral White has always been a gentle general, but at this moment he is full of embarrassment, approaching death, his eyes But as sharp as a wolf.

"Then I will fulfill you." The emperor snorted coldly, the controller in his hand raised high.

Suddenly, with a "click" sound, the controller shattered.

The door of the small villa was blown open by the wind, and Su Baibai came out from inside expressionlessly.

She remembered one thing, it was a novel, and she had seen such a sentence in the novel.

The time when the ssss-level psychic appeared, was the time when the collar was lifted.

Su Baibai racked his brains and only thought of such a word that was like a prophecy.

She can only be a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

Ruining a controller is not a victory, there are so many controllers out there.

The most important thing is the collar.

What is more important is the awakening of the Spiritualist himself.

If you don't even awaken yourself, you can only be a dog for the rest of your life.

The huge black wings spread out, and the girl's black hair fluttered in the wind. The black hair covered her gorgeous eyebrows, revealing her red and full lips, and her narrow, white jaw.

Her body was extremely thin, and the wind blew up her clothes, making her slender waist and slender bones.

Yari was lying on the ground, and from his line of sight, he could see the black and red psychic threads spreading out from the girl's body.

They tangled and tumbled in the sun, surging like a tide, soft and silent like a mist.

Black and red silk threads hooked the collars on the necks of the spiritual practitioners, wrapped around, tightened, and covered.

His Majesty the Emperor looked at Su Baibai who was so flirtatious, stood in shock for a while, and then became furious.

"This is my empire! I can do whatever I want!"

This is his power, he is the king!

His Majesty the Emperor took out another controller and pressed the button.

At the same time, the collars on the necks of the spiritual practitioners began to tighten mercilessly, and the blue electric current was so thick that it was clearly visible to the naked eye.

Su Baibai still had no expression on her face, she glanced at this almost crazy old prince, and covered with a layer of spiritual power.

Ssss level mental strength is very strong.

As if there was no end, it covered all the spiritual practitioners present.

This is a game of spiritual power and shackles.

If you win, you will win the whole game.

If you lose, you lose everything.

With a "click", a small voice sounded from the small villa.

Yari reached out and tore off the collar around his neck, and slowly stood up on the ground.

The man covered his face with black hair, reached out and stroked his skin, which was obviously a few degrees whiter than elsewhere, and smiled gloomily.

"Slap, slap, slap..." More and more collars were opened.

The slumbering, shackled spiritual practitioners began to wake up.

They knew the time had come to fight back.