"Report back to the chairman. Our people have infiltrated into the cities of the twelve earls of the inner wall. According to your plan we have secretly bribed the civilians of the inner wall to spread the rumors. At present nine of the cities are in a mess because of the rumors. The people in the cities of the remaining three earls were accidentally exposed and executed. But they didn't find us …"
A short middle-aged man reported to Dudian.
Dudian nodded: "Tell them that the corpses are caused by the Monster Research Institute. The military and the Monastery are the culprits. It's just a conspiracy for them to shelter the refugees. They will be secretly caught by the Monster Research Institute and dissected at any time. If necessary let them create several 'experimental accidents' for the people of the shelter to see. Pay attention to hide your identity."
The middle-aged man was startled: "Yes, chairman."
"Go."
Dudian waved his hand to let him leave. The middle-aged man and the people who helped him in the inner wall were elites selected from the dark church. Although their strength wasn't good and they were at the hunter level but they were treacherous and cruel. They were suitable for this kind of thing.
Dudian was different from others. He only focused on the character. Strength was the second criterion.
Although he didn't have many confidants but there were a lot of people who worked for him.
Neuss looked at Dudian after the middle-aged man left: "Master, the gunpowder made by the alchemist camp has been buried in the sighing wall. But the current amount is only enough to destroy a small gap in the wall."
"Tell them to hurry up and continue production." Dudian said. The dark church had been integrated. The twelve districts had been merged into six major divisions. The top alchemists of each district had formed the alchemist camp and the potion pharmacists had formed the potion pharmacist camp. They were two sharp swords in his hand to cope with the upcoming war.
"Master, the saltpeter mines in our hands are almost finished. The rest of the saltpeter mines are in the hands of the nobles. Do you want to buy them from them?" Neuss knew that Dudian attached great importance to this matter: "What if they don't agree to buy?"
"Then let them agree." Dudian's answer was very simple.
Neuss understood what he meant and nodded without saying anything else. With Dean's permission, he could do whatever he wanted to do.
Dudian came to the dungeon and looked at Hiro and Ronon who were shackled in chains. Both of them looked more miserable than the last time he saw them. Their bodies were naked and their armor had been stripped off. Their bodies were covered in blood. Their hair was scattered and their heads were hanging down. They looked like corpses hanging on chains.
Hundreds of burly men were living in the cells next to the dungeon. They were selected from the military and Thorn Flower Prison. More than half of them were lechers who had committed obscenities. Most of their targets were beautiful women and children. There were even some who liked old women and children. There were only a few who liked men.
Dean smelled the strong stench of semen in the air as soon as he arrived at the dungeon. It was not the authentic old era cigarette but a special kind of cigarette made of poison. It was highly addictive. Both of them had been passively infected with drug addiction for a long time.
"Did you take care of them today?" Dudian asked.
The two strong men in charge of the execution were trembling with fear. They nervously replied, "Not, not yet."
"Then what are you waiting for?"
Both of them replied: "Yes, elder." They took out the whip from the wall and whipped the two men.
The two of them were awakened and immediately screamed like frightened mice. Their eyes covered by their messy hair were filled with fear and pleading. Hiro shouted, "Don't hit me, don't hit me …"
As he screamed, the two of them whipped him again and again.
Dudian quietly looked at them. After a while he raised his hand to signal them to stop. He came in front of them: "What do you think?"
Hiro's screams stopped as he heard Dean's voice. He looked up at Dean but there was no resentment and resentment in his eyes. Instead, there was fear: "Please kill me! I beg you! I'm willing to do anything you want me to do! Please kill me!"
Dean raised his hand to touch his hair, but found that his hair was stuck into bundles, exuding the stench of semen. He immediately retracted his hand and calmly said: "If I kill you, my efforts will be in vain. Are you two willing to fight for me?"
"I'm willing! I'm willing! "
Hiro shouted out loud as Dudian's words fell. There was no trace of hesitation in his voice.
Ronon also said: "I'm willing. I'm willing to help you kill the people from the military as long as you let us leave this place!" Although his expression was calm but his words were very serious. There was a trace of urgency and desire in the depths of his eyes.
Dudian didn't expect that their consciousness would be so fragile in such a short period of time. It seemed that drugs and the destruction of dignity were enough to completely destroy a person! In other words, either of the two could completely defeat a person!
He had the concept that people were very fragile for a long time. Whether it was a hunter or a pioneer, their weakness was equally fatal.
"In that case, you will cooperate with me to complete an experiment. You will follow me from now on," Dudian said.
Hiro's body trembled slightly and tears flowed out. His expression looked like he was crying tears of joy, but there was also a sad and desperate feeling of self-pity.
Ronon was silent and lowered his head.
Dudian asked the supervisor next to him to untie their shackles and take them to wash their bodies.
After a while, the two finished washing and changed into a set of clean clothes. Dudian took them to the side hall at the top of the mountain, which was also his alchemy laboratory.
There were all kinds of strange materials, and the largest object was a chariot made entirely of metal in the center of the laboratory. The black body of the chariot exuded an ancient aura, and the outer edge of the chariot's wheels protruded with ferocious spikes. These spikes were of different curvatures and lengths, and if one looked closely, they would discover that these were the sharp horns of unknown monsters!
The bottom of the chariot was connected to several dark ropes that hung upside down on the back of the chariot.
Dudian came to the side of the chariot and asked Neuss to carry Hiro to the laboratory table. He put on sterile gloves and took out a scalpel. He pressed Hiro's head and whispered: "It's a little painful. Bear with it."
Hiro was obviously scared: "You, what are you going to do?"
"It's just a small experiment." Dean took the anesthetic and injected it into Hiro's back. Then he cut Hiro's back. The scalpel rotated between his fingers as if he was carving a work of art. He cut Hiro's back layer by layer along the fiber texture. Soon, the skin on his back was completely peeled off. The flesh was rolled up, revealing a centipede-like slender back.
Dean narrowed his eyes and took the chain hanging from the chariot. With the help of the scalpel, he slowly implanted the chain and tied it to his spine. Half an hour later, the operation was completed.
Hiro's back had been stitched up, and the stitches on his skin were extremely neat, like clothes sewn by an excellent tailor. However, there was a chain protruding from the skin of his cervical vertebrae, and this chain penetrated deep into his flesh.
Dudian grabbed the healing powder from the side and smeared it on Hiro's back. He poured out two small red pills and put them in Hiro's mouth: "Eat it."
Hiro hesitated but didn't dare to resist. He licked his mouth and swallowed.
Hiro's wounds quickly healed after taking the healing medicine. Especially the wounds on his back. It was almost visible that the skin and flesh were slowly glued together. New flesh was growing in the gaps.
Dudian estimated that it would take at least three hours for Hiro's wounds to fully heal. In addition to the healing medicine made by the top potion maker, it was also due to his own self-healing ability.
Three hours passed. During this time Dean was fiddling with the chariot. The wound on Hiro's back was almost healed. He removed the thread on Hiro's back and let him stand up: "Take two steps."
Hiro tentatively walked down the experiment table. At this moment, the tendons in his feet and hands had also healed. Perhaps because he hadn't walked for too long, his walking posture was a bit rusty. Every step he took, there was a tinkling sound.
Hiro looked back and was stunned. The chain on his back was connected to the bottom of the chariot. He was like a horse that was tied to the chariot.
"From now on, this is your nest." Dudian said to him: "Try and see if you can pull my chariot."
Hiro turned to look at Dudian. Two lines of tears gushed out. He roared in grief and angrily punched the table. He roared like an angry beast and rushed towards Dudian.
Dean's eyes were slightly cold. The moment he approached, he suddenly kicked out and kicked the man's chest, causing him to fly out.
Although Hiro was at the peak of the wilderness level, he had been imprisoned for many days and was seriously injured. At the moment his hands and feet had just regained their mobility. His strength was not as good as before.
Dean stamped his feet and jumped onto the chariot. He put his hands on the metal platform and pressed one of the buttons.
"Ah!" Hiro screamed and twitched on the ground. He was like a fish that had jumped ashore.
Dean tapped again and the button popped up. He quietly looked at Hiro: "You have no choice. Unless you would rather go back to the previous days."
Hiro stopped twitching and gasped for breath. His hands were still trembling. He stood up shakily and looked at the youth on the chariot. His eyes were full of resentment, but there was even more fear. He shouted, "Then let me go back to the days before. I'd rather stay in the dungeon than work for you!"
"Didn't you say that you are willing to do anything?" Dudian lightly said: "You have to keep your words."
Hiro was sad and indignant. He thought that Dudian wanted him to fight for Dudian. If that was the case then he could take the opportunity to escape back to the inner wall. But Dudian had tied him to such a chariot. It was clear that Dudian intended to enslave him forever until he died!
He would rather return to those hellish, dark days and completely abandon his dignity when he thought about how he would have to risk his life for this man who he hated to the point of insanity!
"You! You devil!" Hiro wanted to cry but he couldn't. He was numb to the hatred in his heart. There was only regret in his heart. Why did he come to the outer wall and enter the Temple?
Dudian indifferently said: "The experiment has been completed. It's impossible for you to go back to the previous days. But as long as you are obedient and fight for me then at least you can survive. If you hate me and would rather be humiliated than work for me then I can only let you take off your clothes and pull the chariot to the inner wall. Let your loved ones, your children or your parents see what you look like. Oh yes, there is no need for that thing in your crotch to exist anymore."
"You!" Hiro was so angry that his hair almost stood up. He stared at Dean like a berserk beast, but Dean didn't care and still had an indifferent face. He wanted to kill Dudian with his eyes. If thoughts could kill then he would have destroyed Dudian into dust. But nothing happened even though he stared at Dudian for a long time. His eyes were drier than before.
His heart was full of bitterness. The hatred slowly receded. It was like a person who couldn't maintain ecstasy for a long time. He couldn't fall into anger for a long time either. Hatred and anger were like waves. They rolled to the climax and then gradually subsided.
Once again, he deeply understood what it meant to live a life worse than death. He also understood what it meant to be happy now, because there would be even worse situations in the future.
He suddenly felt that the days in the dungeon were nothing. If Dean really wanted to castrate him and expose his ugliness in front of the people he loved the most, then he wouldn't have to worry about it.
"Accepting your fate is a kind of courage. What do you think?" Dudian said.
Hiro lowered his head. He was so sad that he couldn't cry. He squatted on the ground.
Dudian looked at Ronon who was sitting in the corner: "It's your turn."
Ronon's face turned ugly. He clenched his fists. He wanted to commit suicide but his sharp fingertips touched his neck. He was full of fear.
Dean looked calm as he saw the struggle in Ronon's eyes. After a period of humiliation and torture, their willpower wasn't the same as before. They were even more fragile than ordinary people. It took courage to commit suicide. Hope was an evil thing. As long as a person saw a glimmer of hope, they would crave for that glimmer of hope even if they knew that there was a greater possibility of facing a worse situation.
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