In the room made of cold iron and filled with violence, there were five generals, headed by Zhu Jing.
In front of them, there were five huge sacks brought by the warden. The people in those sacks are all living people—or, in this empire, they cannot be called human beings, but slaves who are not even as good as ants.
After the war in the Empire, some of the upper class got PTSD, which is a disease. Some generals had nightmares, changed their temperaments, and couldn't help wanting to beat others. Therefore, in order to reward these generals who set up medals for the empire, the empire allowed them to choose their own slaves—slaves specially used for humiliation, beating, and venting.
As Rong Wan read in the first volume of "Alien Race", bright red blood slowly oozes from those burlap bags, winding in strange shapes on the cold floor. The contents of the bag are all curled up into a ball, and the mouth of the bag is tightly tied, making it airtight. These people don’t care whether the slaves in the bag will be smothered to death—
The life and death of slaves was out of their consideration.
The thin slave in a bag at the farthest corner was trembling, even incontinent in fear. The stench of feces and urine radiated from the bag, filling the air with a stench for a moment.
A major with a slightly lower rank sitting behind Rong Wan frowned in disgust.
The warden was taken aback, and cast a vicious glance at the slave in the corner, fearing that this smelly slave would provoke the generals' wrath, so he quickly ordered his subordinates to drag it down, and replaced it with a new slave.
The new slave was also squeezed into the sack, and was smashed to the ground with a "bang" sound. The slave seemed much more docile, prostrate on the ground, not daring to move.
The scene in front of him was all read by Rong Wan in the novel, but when he saw it all with his naked eyes, his stomach suddenly turned violently, and he was almost so sick that he wanted to vomit!
The few words in the original text were understated, but they were already such a severe torture in this world. He couldn't imagine that all the suffering that happened to the protagonist could be simply described by the word "suffering".
Seeing General Zhujing's expression was disturbed and he kept silent, the warden hurriedly ordered his subordinates to open the mouths of the five sacks and kick them one by one like presenting treasures, causing the slaves in the bags to scream—
Except the one in front of Zhujing.
The slave didn't bark.
The shackles on him are more and heavier than other slaves. The icy shackles strangled his neck, wrapped around his wrists and ankles, and the shackles tightly locked prevented him from even breathing. One of his damaged eye sockets was hollowly exposed, half of which exposed a strangely shaped bone skeleton. Several places on his body were bloody, and the viscous blood turned into black scabs, exuding a stench of corruption. His skin was morbidly pale, but his open eye was staring at Zhu Jing—and the others.
There was nothing in the eyes, like a weapon without self-awareness, cold, weird, and deformed, only the instinctive hatred and hatred for everyone in this room. It was like an abyss, pure black, hopeless, and full of lifelessness.
Under the staring eyes of those eyes, Rong Wan suddenly felt a sense of despair of wanting to escape.
- This is the main character
Like a slug sprinkled with salt, lying crookedly on the ground, lingering on the ground, being held in a shackle, unable to neigh even in pain, and being treated like an ant—this is tormented alive for seven million words, after five A reincarnated protagonist
When reading the text, Rong Wan was already depressed, but he didn't have any real anger. However, when he saw the scene in front of him, he felt a volcanic anger and an inexplicable sense of guilt. He didn't dare to look at that eye, but felt that the airtight room was extremely hot and abnormal, so he pulled the tie on his chest.
The warden's flattering voice interrupted him: "How about it, generals, these are the best in this batch, and they will never let you down."
Rong Wan looked away with difficulty, and glanced at the other sacks. Compared with the protagonist, the wounds on the slaves in the bags are much less, and they are not so embarrassed. Two of them are trembling, one is lying on the ground like a dead body, waiting for the bad luck to come, and the other is like suffering from Stockholm. Rong Wan burst into a flattering smile—
Indeed, none of these slaves can match the sense of fate of the monster in the protagonist. Compared with them, the hatred and death in the eyes of the protagonist has a more deformed beauty, which makes people want to push him into the abyss, watch him struggle, and watch him self-destruct.
Rong Wan discovered this, and naturally other majors and generals also discovered this. The warden's key introduction is indeed the best.
So, the lieutenant general on the right, whose military rank is only one rank lower than Zhu Jing, wiped his mouth that was opened due to excitement with his thumb, stared at the protagonist lying on the ground, and stood up excitedly. Get up: "This monster, if Admiral Zhu Jing doesn't like it, I will take it away!"
After he finished speaking, he hurried towards the protagonist, suddenly stepped on the protagonist's fingers hanging on the ground, and crushed them hard, with a happy smile on his face. He admired the protagonist lying on the ground with perverted eyes—
Look at the deathly hatred bursting out of that one eye, and the violent heaving of the chest, but it is this kind of struggle that does not admit defeat that makes people feel more interesting.
If a slave is just stupid and ignorant, who is beaten and scolded but hangs his head and keeps silent, what kind of slave is it
This is already the third time he has come to the slave prison. The first two times he failed to pick any good slaves. He was taken home and hung up and beaten for a few days before dying. He had to ask a doctor to treat them. Oh, it was so boring.
And this time, he should have encountered the most superior stuff? ! I heard that this person was a war machine before. After being brainwashed by the empire, he removed some body parts and organs and used them on the battlefield—that’s why he looked like a monster. It aroused people’s interest at first glance. .
Lieutenant General Wu Si was so excited that he didn't choose any more, wishing to drag this slave back in a car immediately.
The warden stood aside and moved his lips. The slave Jinzhao originally numbered 1521 was specially prepared by him for General Zhujing. After all, he still has something to ask General Zhujing, but it seems that General Zhujing Not interested in this slave? If General Wusi wanted to take this slave away by force, he wouldn't have the right to stop him!
Now Zhao was lying on the ground, his fingers were crushed, and blood beads quickly seeped out from between his fingers. He lowered his head and smelled the sticky thick blood that flowed out when his wound burst open.
-monster.
He saw these two words in the eyes of the disgusting man in front of him.
He knew he was being used as a weapon and had killed many people. So in his self-awareness, sometimes he can't tell whether he is a human being or an unconscious weapon. If such a thing is not called a monster, what else can it be called
—I have a sharp stone that I have been grinding for a long time in the corner of the prison. If I die with him at this time, is it worth it
Jin Zhao seriously thought that his spiritual source had been taken away, and he lost all his spiritual power, but his strength was still there. Rather than being taken back by this pervert to be beaten and tortured, it would be better to die here together. Maybe his strength can explode, and he can throw all the other people in the room out of this room, watching their brains burst on the ground, becoming Ling Ling People foul-smelling slimy liquid. Even if his final fate is definitely to be sent to the gallows and burned to death, that would not be a pity.
He was as indifferent as a dead body, thinking, this was probably the best end for a monster.
But at this moment, an untimely voice interrupted him, the voice was low and cold, although the tone was gentle and polite, it still made people shudder: "Lieutenant General Usi, don't forget, you are recruited according to your military rank. Picking people from top to bottom, you're overstepping the mark."
General Zhujing stood up.
The author has something to say: good middle school two hahaha (cover your face and run away, pretending that I haven’t written it