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With his joyful voice, Baron Morgan's voice became more and more urgent. Alan couldn't help but turn his head, staring sharply at the scene, as if staring at an indescribable nightmare. He saw Baron Morgan pick up a gleaming sword, the blade seeming to hint at the violence the baron was about to unleash.
"So, my loyal subjects, you will understand the price of defying me!" the baron shouted in an almost ecstatic tone.
At that very last moment, Baron Morgan unhesitatingly plunged his sword into the body of the young slave. A heart-wrenching scream echoed through the air, and at the same time, a sickly smile spread across the baron's lips, as if he had found some profound pleasure in this extreme act of cruelty.
Alan felt like his heart was about to stop, his eyes filled with indescribable anger and despair. He felt every muscle in his body tense, as if an uncontrollable force was about to erupt at any moment.
Looking at this nauseating scene, his blood boiled like molten lava. He couldn't believe his eyes as he stared at Baron Morgan, the man with a lecherous grin and no humanity. Why would the four gods tolerate such atrocities? Were these so-called deities just playing with the mortal world for their own pleasure?
Baron Morgan slowly stood up, his eyes gleaming with a twisted joy. His fingers were stained with blood, as if dyed with countless sins. Walking over to another trembling slave, he smirked evilly, then used the tip of his sword to tear open the slave's clothing, revealing his deep-seated, insane pleasure.
Alan held his sister Eilena tightly, his whole body tense. His heart was filled with such immense anger that it seemed to solidify the air around him. He felt his strength multiply in this rage, stronger than ever before.
Asa, the priest, stood naked, his expression equally fierce, like a trapped wild beast, evidently also controlled by some indescribable dark force. He took out a dagger, wildly traced an arc in the air, and then plunged it into another slave's body, roaring and laughing madly.
The entire temple was filled with painful moans and sharp wails, and people's faces were contorted as if they were in great torment. Behind all this, there were those mysterious voices, a kind of surreal, mixed with mockery and insane laughter, as if coming from another dimension, making it impossible to grasp their source.
Eilena clung tightly to Alan, staring blankly at everything around her. The slaves beside her fell one by one, their painful moans and wails filling the entire space. Such a scene would be enough to shatter anyone's soul, but she didn't want to cry because she knew that her brother Alan would be even more upset than herself.
"Big brother, thank you," Eilena's voice was weak but firm, "Thank you for always protecting me, until the very end."
Alan held her tightly, his eyes filled with anger and determination. He looked at Baron Morgan and Asa the priest, their bodies engaged in violent and obscene acts simultaneously. Their behavior had exceeded any description. It was not just cruel, but more like some kind of perverted excitement and madness, as if they were gaining pleasure from every drop of blood and every scream.
"I have only one last wish," Eilena's delicate voice was almost drowned out by the surrounding noise, "and that is not to be defiled by them."
Alan instantly understood his sister's meaning, his heart felt torn, but he knew this was something he had to do. He glanced again at Morgan and Asa, the priests, who were slowly approaching, their mouths twisted in a crazed smile, their eyes filled with undisguised malice and greed.
Alan's tears kept falling on the floor, already filled with a thick layer of fresh blood. Both he and his sister, Eilena, had their hands tightly bound by rough ropes, the knots digging into their skin, making it impossible for them to even get close, let alone embrace. His throat constricted tightly, as if a thousand flames were burning, making it difficult for him to speak.
"I'm sorry, Eilena. I'm so powerless, I couldn't protect you," Alan's voice came out with an uncontrollable sob, trembling from his mouth.
Eilena opened her bright, star-like eyes and a smile graced her lips. Even in this dark and terrifying prison, her smile shone like a light. Though her body was frail, almost crushed by life, her smile was surprisingly resolute.
"Brother, don't cry," her voice was extremely gentle, yet carried a reassuring determination, "In the next life, I want to be your sister again, we must be together once more."
She said this, slowly turned her thin body, facing the floor. The fresh blood on the floor seemed like an ominous omen, indicating the tragedy that had occurred here. Eilena trembled slightly, as if approaching the end of her life.
Then, she just collapsed, as if all her strength had been drained, like a flower withering in the harsh winter. Her body first fell forward, and finally, her face was left alone facing the pool of blood. Her body was immersed in the blood of many slaves. Alan watched as his sister slowly fell, each breath escaping from her mouth, then disappearing into the blood, as if even the last bit of life was squeezed out at that moment.
Alan's heart felt like it had been cut by a sharp blade, every moment was filled with painful tightening, and every bubble felt like a tear in the depths of his heart. He could feel the flames of anger burning inside him, but this anger couldn't bring back his dearest sister.
At that moment, a strong voice suddenly echoed through the entire room, filled with extreme anger. "What is the meaning of this?! How could you let her die like this? Such a life is not worthy of receiving my grace, but it should not be wasted like this either!"
Alan looked up and saw Duke Morgan and Priest Asa both looking in that direction with a look of horror on their faces.
"Hurry! Rescue that female slave and do it now!" the voice roared again, this time even more chilling.
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