Orc Tyrant

The air polluted by the evil mist almost killed him, and the filthy smoke spit out by the nightmare creatures floated into the air, causing the heavy breathing of Caesars to be wetted by some kind of liquid.

Several times he felt as if something was squirming in his lungs, causing his tortured throat to cough up bleeding, but then the **** overseers in black began to punish him, stabbing him with needles and claws. The body made Cases twist and save in severe pain.

His eyes were filled with tears from time to time, a painful rash crawled on his neck and wrists, and the metal imprint on his forehead tortured him, feeling that the hateful thing was about to melt through the skull and become a part of his body.

This thought made him shudder.

The broken bones in his hands and feet have healed. Although there is still a dull pain, he has almost completely recovered his mobility.

Caesars wiped his eyes with the back of his long cocooned hand while putting down another huge rock. The loud sound of the falling rock almost resounded through the rainy shadow city.

This is what they call it, the real name is unknown.

But in his eyes, this is a distorted, grotesque and degenerate place, and countless horrifying black towers are constantly increasing at an alarming speed, one stone after another.

The huge insect-like crane swings around, lowering the sling, and its barbed claws grabbing more rocks, while smoke and oil dripping continuously.

Cases stared at the nearest crane operation platform with his exhausted and sleepless eyes. Mechanical driving may have been human, but now it is completely inhuman.

Dozens of tight metal cables and barbs pierced the skin and hung it in the driver's compartment. The eye sockets and throat stretched out with hoses. The legs shrank into withered twigs connected to the body, and scrawny fingers tugged. With hanging cables.

Soon, Cases looked away from the ugly sight.

The sharp bell ran across the construction site. The black supervisor stabs the slaves along the road and drives them away from the scaffolding and stone slabs. Cases and another worker stand by the wall of the round tower, waiting for the grout pipe to swing in their direction. .

The other slave groups in the black tower were even more tired. Although the tower was only 30 meters above the ground, it dug more than twice the distance to the center of the earth in the tower.

Kaisas felt a dizziness hit, and every time he looked to the edge, he would be impulsive, but he immediately threw away the temptation, as long as there is a breath, he will fight to the end, and live to see this fallen city destroyed. , He firmly believes that Kaimeng’s holy light will shine here.

But the other slaves could not resist the idea of ​​jumping down from the wall, but even so, they could not be freed. The iron chain connecting the collar was bolted to the scaffold every some distance, regardless of stepping on the air or trying to jump. And down to escape from hell.

In the end, most of them were hung on the wall of a high tower, usually pulling down several other slaves, but it was not enough to kill them.

Their only chance is to jump down as hard as possible, and then pray that their necks will be broken. If they survive, they will have to face the torture of the overseers, and not only the parties, but other slaves who have been dragged must sit and be punished.

The fear of punishment resulted in slaves who seemed to be trying to end their sufferings, they would be stopped by their fellow prisoners and could only continue to accept slavery.

The heavy grout tube swung to the position above Cases amid the hiss of the piston. The worker and him positioned and pulled the grout tube so that the hose could be aimed at the center of the rock.

The muddy grout slowly flowed out, and then the hose swayed to the hands of the next group of slaves, and the slaves knelt down to spread the grout evenly with their hands.

The grout of the fixed stones is disgusting and has a sickly pink hue.

Caisas tried not to look at these substances too close. He found human teeth in it before, and shuddered to realize that this was the fate of the many dead. They were twisted into a paste and turned into disgusting flesh and blood.

Everyone was covered with these things from head to toe, and the tip of the tongue tasted a certain metallic taste, and the offensive stench filled the nasal cavity.

Zizi~~!

While the slaves were working, a terrifying machine of flesh and blood was floating in the air.

Its appearance was similar to a twisted human shape, its skin was pale as a corpse, a filthy mechanical carapace covered its rickety back, and many hoses and glass syringes were inserted messily on it.

Its lower body was empty, only a piece of tentacles hung weakly, the head of the lattice loudspeaker played messy sound effects, and the hands were jagged sharp blades, covered with dried blood.

It was like a dark cloud, shrouded in people's heads. The slaves didn't know its name, but they knew that it would bring a lot of pain.

Pain Engine—that's what they call it.

The evil mix chanted in a language that Caesars hoped he would never understand, mixed with the roars and whispers of some kind of nightmare.

He seemed to hear a voice whispering in the hustle and bustle, calling his name under the roar and scream of chaos.

The eardrums of the slaves were ravaged by this crazy sound all the time.

kill him……

He heard a sane voice, hidden in the chaotic screams, groans, endless chants, and monotonous hum of the pain engine.

The bell rang again, and the slaves hurried back to the scaffold after finishing the work of smearing flesh and blood. The painful screams came from the slaves who were too slow to be punished by the overseer.

The scaffolding began to sway, and the slaves clung to the iron rods on it.

Every time twenty stones are placed, the mechanized scaffold will climb up on narrow steps, the pistons spit out steam, and the spider-like mechanical legs pull the scaffold up to the gradually higher building.

This is really a clever creation.

Cases had to admit, even though he hated this thing deep in his heart.

The slaves squatted on the swaying scaffold, clutching their hands tightly, and the workers on the side grinned at him, their eyes shining with excitement.

Caesas guessed that this man had lost his mind, and he seemed almost to enjoy hellish labor.

It took about ten minutes for the scaffold to be fixed again. This was the only real rest time for the slaves, and the overseer continued to make a horrible noise.

"So what did you originally do?"

Kaisas asked in a low voice. He knew what his partner's name was and where he was from, but he still didn't know his job before he was arrested. The other party seemed to avoid this topic deliberately.

He did not answer, and the man covered in flesh and blood looked away.

"What did you originally do?"

Cases asked again in a soft tone in a low voice.

traitor……

He felt like he heard a terrible voice in the loudspeaker of Pain Engine.

"I was a newspaper reporter."

The other person's eyes were erratic, and Kaisas suddenly remembered where he had seen him in the past.

"I have seen you before."

He said, his eyes shook violently, his eyes gleamed with unnatural enthusiasm, and the man immediately shook his head impatiently.

"Yes, I saw you."

Kaisas nodded.

"Before we meet."

Kill him, traitor.

Kaisas shook his head, covered his ears with both hands, trying to drive the sound out of his head, this place and the **** engine of pain were about to drive him crazy.

He is a member of the opposition party. He has repeatedly criticized the empire’s secret service system for interference in the political situation in the parliament. He believes that the empire is about to be controlled by his own shadow. This is extremely dangerous, but no one supports him, or say No one dared to support him.

After that, he wanted to plan a parade, or a demonstration, to disclose the entire bureau to the public.

Before that, he invited some reporters.

Later, he arrived at this place, and even after waking up, he didn't know what happened.

"are you fine?"

He vaguely heard the worker's question, and then nodded.

"Someone will come."

Cases said to himself:

"The queen will not sit back and watch this happen, someone will definitely come to save us."

The worker on the side smirked stiffly and shook his head:

"No one will come. We will die here. No one in the Empire can fight the Shadow Prince."

kill him.

Caesars closed his eyes tightly and shook his body back and forth gently, trying to cover the terrible noise.

"Someone will come."

He told himself that he felt the symbol implanted under his forehead was twisting, and the filthy thing seemed to pass through his skull and penetrate into his brain.

He tried to pray to the Father, his lips squirming silently, but the hoarse, noisy murmur seemed to become louder, and the singing mixed in the noise kept hitting his eardrums.

Someone must come, he thought so, they must come!