"Okay, I promise you." Aya replied in a hoarse voice as tears flowed down from Aya's eyes and penetrated the dry eye mask.
The Sacred Fire Virgins snickered contentedly, and let Aya down from the beam. Covered in whiplash, she couldn't stand still, and fell to her knees weakly on the ground, trembling helplessly.
She touched the blindfold, this thin black cloth gave her a comfortable life, but also imprisoned her freedom, she also felt disgust and hatred, but in the end, she was still grateful.
Now, she's taking it off.
Aya's trembling hands groped behind her head, and easily touched the cold metal knot. To her, it was not a knot, but a sharp blade, a piercing silver needle, and a taboo that could not be touched. Both her arms were shaking, and her internal organs were twisted together and convulsed.
The virgins of the holy fire were already impatient, and they whipped her shoulder again. She wailed and pulled hard, and the knot fell off.
The thin blindfold just fell off her face and landed lightly on the ground. However, the heart-piercing pain imposed on the precept breaker surged up like a gangrene, and thousands of needles burned by flames stuck around her eye sockets, even in her eyes, ruthlessly The sharp pain pierced her pupils and pierced into her brain. The severe pain made her want to gouge out her eyeballs, screaming heart-piercingly.
She tried her best to open her eyes, and in the eyes blurred by tears, she saw four Holy Fire Virgins who were laughing in the dim room, and the little queen standing in front of her like a shadow.
Is she looking at her? Such a thought flashed in Aya's mind, and then she was knocked down by the unbearable pain, covering her face and rolling on the ground screaming. Like a scorching iron being branded around her eye sockets, ring lines symbolizing betrayal emerged on her face, and she wailed in agony.
"Look, a poor honey ant. The precepts can no longer protect you, you can only be slaughtered. From then on, no matter where you go, you are a precept breaker who will be cast aside because you betrayed chastity." The woman's oath." Priest Nacha condescendingly "looked" at Aya who was convulsing and convulsing on the ground, and sympathetically announced the punishment she would suffer.
Aya moaned while sobbing, and begged softly, "I didn't... I didn't betray the Queen... Let her go, don't hurt her."
Priest Nacha chuckled: "Don't even think about leaving."
As she spoke, she picked up the whip again, flicked it lightly, and twisted it around the little queen's neck. The little queen remained motionless, as if she was indifferent to what happened to her.
"No! No! You promised me, let her go!" Hearing this, Aya struggled to get up from the ground despite the severe pain, trying to rush up and pull Priest Nacha away.
Nacha frowned, flicked the whip, and knocked Aya to the ground: "A ring breaker, what qualifications do you have to negotiate with me?! Since you don't want to see her die, I can forgive you. Let you die before her."
As she spoke, holding the whip in her hand, she walked up to Aya in two or three steps, lowered her head and "looked" at Aya who was lying on the ground in a panic: "Do you have any last words to say?"
Aya pursed her lips and murmured dreamily: "No, don't... don't hurt her, she... she is... she is the Dragon Ant Queen..."
The virgins of the Holy Fire in the room laughed together and said out of breath: "God, this poor honey ant has gone crazy. Wake up, the queen is dead, and there will be no more dragon ants Queen, only the glory of Utopia will come to this dark world!"
Saying so, Priest Nacha raised his leather whip, and the evil black light condensed on this leather whip, attaching terrible power to it, as long as this whip is pulled down, the fragile human girl who has no strength to protect her body will die Just die.
Aya opened her painful eyes, looked at the whip that was about to fall, and closed her eyes in despair...
At the last moment of her life, what she recalled was the traveler who had met her once in the vast desert.
During the joyful bonfire festival of the Valentine tribe, he sat alone on a cliff far away from the village, watching the lively scene from a distance. At that time, she who was going to be dedicated to the Dragon Ant Queen chose to escape in fear and anxiety, and then met him.
He listened to her confusion and pain tenderly, did not accuse her of being weak and evasive, but pointed out the way forward for her and brought her faith.
He said no one should have to carry this pain, and neither should you.
The scripture he gave her has always been carried by her, even though she can no longer read the words on it.
Where did he go? Has he found his love? How is he doing now
Aya pressed her hand on the satchel, and the scriptures hidden inside gave her courage and calmness. She suddenly didn't feel so sad, she had already done what she wanted to do, just like she did back then. Going back to the tribe and deciding to take on my responsibilities is the same. She had sworn allegiance, so she shouldn't feel sorry for dying to protect the Queen.
The expected severe pain did not come, there was a "bang" gunshot, and the warm liquid splashed on Aya's face, she opened her eyes in a daze, and vaguely saw on the backlit window sill, a A figure whose face could not be seen rushed in, and shot the head of another Holy Fire virgin.
The remaining two holy fire virgins screamed, one drew out his weapon, and the other folded his hands in front of his chest, reciting prayer mantras silently, letting the power of order belonging to the Dragon Ant Queen create a safe barrier for them— A mysterious force cut off her connection with the origin of order, and the spell even failed!
How could the people of Qi Le give them time to react, he pulled the trigger again, and shot two shots through the heart of the Holy Fire Virgin.
The Virgin of the Holy Fire, who was silently reciting the enchantment spell, fell down in disbelief, and was still muttering "this is impossible" and "the spell cannot fail" before dying.
The little queen watched the one-sided massacre in this room with cold eyes, without saying a word, as if everything had nothing to do with her.
Aya was still kneeling on the ground, and the pain around her eyes made her close her eyes again. She covered her face and burst into tears in the joy of the rest of her life.
Qi Leren, who had just dealt with the tree-shaped demon and came back to save people, was glad that he arrived in time, and he walked gently to Aya and squatted down: "Are you okay?"
Aya covered her eyes, shaking her head and sobbing.
"It's okay, they're all dead, don't cry." Qi Leren patted Aya on the shoulder and comforted him softly.
The gentle voice intensified the pain in Aya's heart. She hugged him, leaned on his shoulder and wept bitterly, tears slipped from her reddened eye sockets, the girl cried heartbreakingly, It was as if he wanted to vent all the inhuman torture he had suffered.
Qi Leren didn't know what happened, and turned to look at the little queen in a daze.
"She betrayed the oath of the Virgin of the Holy Fire and took off her blindfold. From then on, she is a despicable ring-breaker." The little queen paused, "—to save me."
The girl who leaned on his shoulder and wept was shaking all over. The physical pain and psychological pain were intertwined, making her cry out of breath.
"Okay, it's okay, it's okay Aya, you are a good girl, you are very brave." Qi Leren supported her shoulders to make her stand up straight, looking at the red ring breaker mark on her face, "Very beautiful, Aya, don't be ashamed of this, this is proof of your bravery, you should stand up with your head held high, I am proud of you."
Aya closed her eyes, not daring to look at Qi Leren, but miraculously, the young man's voice in her ear calmed her painful soul, and she asked timidly: "Really?"
The man smiled and replied, "Of course it is true. You are right, you are a brave and good girl, well, don't cry anymore. Come on, smile.
Aya closed her eyes tightly, showing a tearful smile: "Thank you... thank you..."
There was once a strange traveler who saved her soul and brought her the ignorant longing and hope of a young girl.
Just today, another kind stranger rescued her from a desperate situation, comforted her, praised her, and encouraged her.
She suddenly felt that this should be destined.