บท 135: Chapter 126: The Boy Who Worships Dragons

The desolate cawing of crows echoed across the sky.

A flock of crows formed a dark cloud, hovering over the plaza outside the castle.

These flat-haired beasts were waiting for their dinner to arrive.

On the blood-drenched plaza, executioners wore black leather hoods, their naked bodies painted with bizarre patterns in fresh blood, tattoos that praised malice and brutality, masterpieces of the devils of Hell.

One by one, ragged slaves were brought before the executioners.

Gouging eyes, cutting tongues, flaying bones, extracting tendons... the executioners inflicted a variety of tortures upon the slaves at will.

The screams were the perfect background music, only serving to excite the executioner further, making his actions even more cruel and unrestrained.

Most of the slaves died wailing, their blood seeping into the ground, feeding a terrifying magic array, and their tortured souls were devoured by the blood-colored demon shadows hovering above.