Larry suddenly felt very lonely.
Wayne was dead...
His team, and suddenly he was the only one left.
He held the map tightly in his hand and walked into the darkness in the distance.
It was late at night, and all the street lights were off. Although he was in the city, Larry felt that he was alone. What was worse was that the further he walked forward, the more he could feel the dangerous atmosphere getting worse. It was as if several demons were roaming in the darkness ahead.
At this moment, the prosperous city of Fabro was like a cold wilderness, making Larry feel helpless. In every dark place, it seemed that there were man-eating monsters hiding.
The several explosions caused by Wayne's death caused panic in the surroundings and finally attracted the attention of the patrol police.
Larry was looking forward to it and waiting, as long as the police station came, he would be saved.
In the distance, several people in robes appeared. Those familiar standard robes were the people from the Trial Bureau. However, Larry was even more frightened and scared. The danger intuition of the Word Spirit told him that the witch hunters who were coming were the source of danger.
Larry stood still. At this moment, he didn't know where to escape. With the evil priest and the vampires behind him and the Trial Bureau in front of him, he had no way to retreat. He held the map tightly in his hand. Before he died, he wanted to do one last thing.
If there is anything meaningful, it is to complete Captain Wayne's investigation. He just sat there and forced himself to do the second digestion of the night.
With so many enemies around him, he couldn't escape even if he had wings. He could only wait for death. The map in his hand would definitely be found by them. He didn't even have the chance to pass on the intelligence.
He needed to digest, to digest the only possibility of completing the investigation.
Planetary power entered Larry's head, and Larry's pupils began to tremble.
Level 2 Word Spirit can only do one digestion per night. If you force yourself to do a second digestion, it will put a huge burden on the Word Spirit, and the digestion results will often be wrong.
Blood flowed from Larry's eye sockets. This was the result of overloading the planetary power. Soon, before anyone else could get there, Larry got the result.
He couldn't believe it. Burning the map, constantly calling out to Rudolf in his mind, and then doing nothing was his only chance?
Could this get the message across to the wizard Rudolf? Could Rudolf hear what he was saying in his mind?
The Word Spirit always believed in its intuition... Larry did it without hesitation.
He lit a fire in the dark, burned the map, and then began to silently recite Rudolf's name in his mind, telling Rudolf that the evil god was performing some kind of sacrifice, and the key to the sacrifice was the slaughterhouse.
Larry still had one more thing in mind. He shouted at the night sky, long and short, as if communicating with someone in the distance.
"Larry! We're here to save you!"
A witch hunter rushed to Larry, saying this while reaching out to hold Larry's shoulder. But with his other hand, he plunged an alchemical dagger into Larry's lower abdomen. The burning sensation of the alchemical dagger left Larry defenseless.
Another voice rang out from behind: "Don't kill him yet. He seems to have passed on some information before he died. Hand him over to us, and we will find out what he knows to prevent the plan from being ruined."
Someone said to the witch hunter that they were better at interrogation, and this did not cause any objection from the witch hunter.
Larry was handed over to a priest of pain. The priest of pain could make people suffer from insane pain, and they could never be freed. It was indeed a better candidate for interrogation.
The alchemical dagger was pulled from Larry's abdomen, drawing a drop of blood with it. The vampire took it in his hand. He took the blood, savoring its rich aroma, while using his other hand he staunched the bleeding, preventing Larry from bleeding to death.
An iron nail pierced Larry's neck, temporarily paralyzing him and rendering him defenseless.
The forces departed in unison, as if nothing had happened. Larry was left, dragged by the Pain Priest into the darkness. Rudolf didn't know what was going on. He just thought there was a bit of noise outside. He opened the spirit crystal and took a look. After finding that everything was normal outside the orphanage, he fell asleep again.
Larry was dragged in a certain direction. He smelled a strong fishy odor. Unexpectedly, he was taken to the slaughterhouse, the slaughterhouse marked on the map.
In the completely closed basement, the iron nails on Larry's cervical spine were removed, which allowed Larry's body to regain consciousness.
"Speak! What do you know!"
Seeing that Larry didn't speak, the pain priest was not anxious. Of course, the longer the pain lasted, the more despair it would make people.
The priest of pain began to torture Larry slowly. Larry's palms, soles of feet, joints, chest and abdomen were all pierced with thick and thin iron nails, which made Larry look like a cactus covered with thorns.
"Speak! What do you know!"
No matter what the priest of pain said, Larry remained silent. He looked forward to death, and also looked forward to the only possibility to come. According to the divination, Larry called Rudolf's name over and over in his heart. This was his only hope to hold on.
No matter what the priest of pain did or asked, Larry forced himself to concentrate on calling Rudolf in his heart.
His nerves became so sensitive that the priest of pain strengthened his pain nerves, but would not kill him.
In this dark basement, Larry fell into hell. He lost track of time, of day and night, simply enduring, second by second.
After countless days, Larry's eye sockets were sunken, his body devoid of fat, his muscles atrophied, his joints unusually prominent.
Larry's pupils held only one final thought: Wizard Rudolph, where are you? When will you come to take the information?...
The priests of pain were busy. Larry wasn't the only one imprisoned in this makeshift prison; slowly, many more were imprisoned.
"This one meets the conditions for sacrifice... This man lost his son in middle age, and his son was bitten to death by a blood servant, but he couldn't avenge him. His pain is enough..."
"This one is not bad either. His mother was tortured to death in front of him, and he still wanted to save money to buy a gun to avenge his mother. He has lived such a hard life at such a young age. His pain is enough..."
"This old man is not bad either. He was over 50 years old before he found out that the children he had raised for decades were not his biological children. He was also blocked at the door by an adulterer, and his children didn't recognize him. His pain
is enough..." "This woman is not bad. She lay in bed for 5 years and was thrown into the woodshed by her children, about to starve to death. Her pain is enough..."
Larry was treated well. There was a priest of pain who specialized in torturing him. But the prison next door was growing increasingly crowded. The Priests of Pain had found many of the most tragically unfortunate in the Dordo District and imprisoned them there.
The tragically unfortunate were also the silent ones. Though crowded, the prison next door was not at all noisy. Those carefully selected, pitiful souls, were utterly silent. They stared blankly at the ceiling, the floor, or played with straws.
These unfortunate souls, chosen by the Priests of Pain, seemed destined to be sacrifices. Sacrifices... Larry knew that sacrifices usually took place during a full moon. This month, on the full moon, a sacrifice to the evil god would take place, and these unfortunate souls would be the sacrifices.
Those walls nailed with iron nails were probably the sites of sacrifices, which is why so many sacrifices were needed. This was also a sacrifice for ordinary people. The sacrifices were not apostles, but ordinary people with misfortunes.
But what about Rudolph? Several days passed, and Larry still couldn't wait for Rudolph. He didn't know when Rudolph would hear his call.