Almighty Alchemist

When a ray of sunlight fell into the black prison through the gap in the iron railing, the curled body in the prison stretched out like a big caterpillar.

He moved a few times and crawled towards the place where the sun fell.

It wasn't until the sun shone on his face that he let out a contented sigh.

With that little sunlight, what can be seen is a bloody face.

This face is so terrifying that everyone who sees him for the first time takes a few steps back in fright.

His entire face was torn off alive, and his nose was cut off, leaving only two small black holes that opened and closed slightly, showing signs of breathing. There was only a deep black hole left in the prisoner's right eye socket, and his left eye was bloodshot. He showed extreme discomfort with the soft sunlight, but he was reluctant to leave.

This is the black prison in Spark's extremely dangerous zone. And the black prison is the top priority in the danger zone.

Every prisoner imprisoned here can be said to be the most vicious, vicious and terrifying prisoner in the world.

Xiu Yi was standing outside the prison at this moment, and with that ray of sunlight, he vaguely saw that the prisoner's body was mutilated.

His left arm was severed from the elbow, and both legs were severed, leaving only his right hand intact.

"He is Crispin Boland?" Huey couldn't believe it.

His image is completely inconsistent with the appearance he got from the information.

Xiu Yi even wondered if he would miss this guy if he was placed in the normal zone.

"Yes, Master Dardanelle." The guard replied seriously: "Crispin Bolan, one of the most dangerous prisoners in Spark Prison. Please don't underestimate him. If it hadn't been for the order of the Archmage Mallet, he would still be the most dangerous prisoner even if all his arms and legs were cut off and all his teeth were knocked out. As long as he wants, he can harm you at any time, and even directly threaten your life."

"Is it so scary?"

"In the past ten years, no less than six jailers have died at his hands, and as many as twelve jailers have been seriously injured by him. In the past ten years, he has escaped three times. The first time we cut off one of his legs, but he continued to escape with the remaining leg. The second time we cut off his other leg, he crawled out of prison with his hands. The third time we cut off one of his hands, he used the other hand to hold our warden hostage and tried to escape. We caught him back. After that, we gouged out one of his eyes. Shortly after that, he bit one of our colleagues to death with his teeth. This guy is simply a desperate puppet, who doesn't know what pain is, and is not afraid of death. He never misses any opportunity to attack us. Just three days ago, he bit off the lifeblood of one of our brothers."

"Sounds very interesting." Huey chuckled.

There is such a terrifying threat from a waste that has been crippled beyond use. This person may be the strongest and most tenacious guy Xiuyi has ever seen since he came to this world.

"Interesting?" The guard smiled, "I must admit, Master Dardanelle, you are the most courageous nobleman I have ever met. There were many noblemen who were very curious about this Crispin Boland. They came in to see him, but they were soon shaken by him. Interesting... This is the first time I have heard such an evaluation from a nobleman."

"It's really interesting." Xiu Yi said, "Aren't you afraid of torturing him to death?"

"Don't worry, Master Dardanelle, he won't die. We used to be very worried that this guy would be tortured to death by us, so we wouldn't be able to explain to Lord Mallet. But this guy's vitality is as tough as weeds in the grass. No matter how you deal with him, he can always survive and survive. We increased the punishment on him time and time again, and in the end he was still alive and well, and never gave up his resistance to us."

"Can you let him out and have a look?" Huey asked.

"This..." The guard hesitated.

Xiu Yi casually took out a handful of King Witt and stuffed it into the guard's hand: "Don't forget that I am the honored guest of the warden. The warden will take care of everything."

"Very well, then, Master Dardanelle."

It has to be said that money is a panacea.

Guard Owen called a guard and said, "Release Crispin Boland, and let the young master appreciate that bastard."

The guard nodded, turned around and shouted, "You guys, come here."

Four guards ran towards this side at the same time, and brought two demon spirits with them at the same time.

These demon spirits stared at Xiu Yi fiercely, obviously they were naturally wary of strangers.

However, for some reason, the two demon spirits just stared at Xiu Yi for a while, and then trembled back a few steps at the same time, with a look of fear in their eyes.

This surprised everyone.

"It's strange, what happened to these two guys today?" A guard wondered.

They obviously didn't realize that this was the reason for Xiu Yi's existence.

Xiu Yi was also puzzled at first, but then he realized that it must be the dragon's aura left by Xu on his body, which made them feel a certain extremely powerful existence, which resulted in a sense of fear.

Demon spirits and demon dragons are both creatures of the abyss. In the war history of the abyss, demon spirits have always been humble existences that demon dragons dismiss. Although these two demon spirits were educated by humans, they still maintained the instinct of fearing powerful beings in their bones, so they did not dare to retaliate against Xiuyi at all.

Feeling this, Xiu Yi took a few steps back, restraining his breath as much as possible, which made the two demon spirits feel better immediately, and quickly returned to their previous fierce appearance.

"It seems to be all right," said a guard. "Let's be careful about that Crispin Boland. Get ready to open the door!"

The four guards were simultaneously ready for battle.

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The iron door slowly opened while the gears of "Yi Ya" were sliding. Xiuyi noticed that this kind of door was nearly half a meter thick, and it even required twisting force during the opening process.

With the opening of the iron door, the sunlight fully shone into the dark cell, and a stench was blowing towards the face.

There was no drowning pool in the room, and muddy yellow water flowed on the ground, and the prisoner just lay there lying motionless in the dirty water.

Four guards approached the prisoner carefully, and held him tightly as if they were facing an enemy. One held his head, another tied his only remaining arm tightly, and the other two guarded him closely. Seeing that the other party did not resist, he breathed a sigh of relief, pulled the prisoner out of the prison, and threw him on the ground.

"Crispin Boland" Huey said the name softly.

The other party obviously had a slight reaction, the bloody right eye looked at Xiu Yi coldly, and then lowered his eyes again.

However, at that glance, what Xiuyi saw was endless hatred and an unyielding fighting spirit.

He took a closer look at Bolan's body. This guy was already so skinny that his bones protruded from under the shriveled skin, like an awl in the skin, sharp and protruding. His body was covered with bruises, which should have been left when the guards beat him with whips. His remaining fingernails on his right hand had been pulled out, and even his hair was gone, leaving only a large mottled scalp.

It was the mark of a severe burn.

Xiu Yi's heart moved, and he pointed to Bolan's head and asked, "Is this the masterpiece of Master Mallet?"

"Yes." A guard replied: "Master Mallet comes to visit this prisoner every year. He once used his best fire magic to roast this guy. He was almost burnt a few times, but he was still stiff. Master Mallet has not been able to get the news he wanted. He is very angry. I really can't imagine what makes this guy so persistent."

"The power of hatred, and the power of love." Xiu Yi replied lightly.

Crispin Boland, who had not succumbed to even the most severe torture, trembled all over his body when he heard these words.

His remaining right eye was fixed on Xiu Yi, full of disbelief.

Then he was surprised to find that the eyes of this young man who appeared out of nowhere had a strange light flashing under the glasses.

There is pity, sympathy, and even... support and encouragement.

The boy was smiling at him, and even nodded slightly, full of appreciation.

"Can I pet him?" the boy asked the guard.

"This!" Several guards hesitated. One of the guards replied: "This is an extremely dangerous person, approaching him is irresponsible for life. Master Dardanelle, you don't need to take this risk."

"No, because of this, I want to get closer to him. Think about it, when I leave this prison, I can go back and tell the girls in the state that I have seen the most terrifying prisoner in this prison. Oh, under my feet, he is only lingering. You know girls are vain. A heroic story can easily win their hearts. Of course, to a certain extent, I even hope that he can do something, and then I, Master Sisser of the Dardanelles, will subdue it with my own hands Him. Then the story would be more perfect."

The guards laughed at the same time: "Master Dardanelle, you must be very popular among the girls."

"That's right." Xiu Yi made an elegant gesture.

"Okay then, Master Dardanelle, I hope you will be more careful. You guys, cover his mouth so that he doesn't bite the Master." The guard Owen ordered loudly.

Four guards rushed forward and wrapped Crispin Boland's mouth tightly with cloth strips.

Huey walked over, knelt down in front of Crispin Boland, carefully observed his injury, and sighed in admiration: "It's hard to imagine how a person can withstand such an injury without dying. Don't you know what pain is?"

Crispin Bolan stared at Xiu Yi, and a cruel smile appeared on Xiu Yi's face: "Maybe I should try whether you are afraid of pain."

His fingers snapped onto one of Boland's wounds and pressed down hard.

"Hmm!" Bolan, whose mouth was gagged, called out in pain. Big drops of sweat oozed from his forehead, but his eyes were full of indomitable will.

"It turns out that you will still be in pain." Xiu Yi's voice was still cold and deep: "I like tough guys, and the way you look at him shows no sign of giving in at all."

Owen immediately interjected: "That's right, this bastard, no matter how much you beat and torture him, he won't beg for mercy. Anyway, he is indeed a tough guy."

"Really?" Xiu Yi sneered: "I don't believe this, I still want him to beg for mercy."

While talking, Xiu Yi suddenly got up, kicked the prisoner with a flying kick, stepped on him, and ruthlessly trampled on the guy's face, saying coldly, "Beg me for mercy, and I'll let you go, otherwise, you will die."

"Oh!" The prisoner stared at Xiu Yi.

At that moment, his pupils dilated, looking at the right foot that was staring at him, his eyes were full of surprise and disbelief.

The young man was yelling at himself ferociously:

"Ask me for mercy!"

A mocking smile appeared in the prisoner's eyes.

Xiu Yi seemed to be irritated by this smile, he raised his right foot high, and stepped on the prisoner's face one foot after another.

With each kick up and down, Crispin Boland's single eye became brighter and brighter.

Suddenly, the right foot that was trampling wildly went slightly off, and just kicked the cloth strip that sealed the seal.

The strips loosened a bit.

"Aw!"

The prisoner who was trampled by Xiuyi suddenly raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, the cloth strip that sealed his mouth couldn't stop the airflow from his mouth, and he was rushed out.

The prisoner stood up suddenly, and as soon as he lowered his bald head, he slammed fiercely at Xiu Yi.

This collision scared everyone out of their wits.

However, the young master, who was as invincible as a dandy torturing a pet dog just now, was frightened into a fool by this attack, and let the impact hit his lower abdomen, and then he wrapped his arms around the big head and shouted: "Ah! Come and help me!"

Several guards went up to tear Crispin Boland at the same time, but this guy was so strong that he refused to let Xiu go.

When he finally pulled him away, Xiu Yi's clothes had been torn apart by this desperado, and even Xiu Yi's left hand was bitten bloody.

"Bastard! Bastard!" the young master of the Dardanelles yelled angrily.

He clutched his left hand and kicked Crispin Boland desperately.

But this time, he used his left foot.

Enduring the beatings from the guards and Xiu Yi, Crispin Bolan kept silent with his mouth full of blood.

The one-eyed stared fixedly at Xiu Yi kicking his left foot, and the hope of birth finally appeared in his eyes.

After a good beating, Xiu Yi finally stopped attacking perhaps because of being tired.

"Shut him back, I don't want to see this guy again!" Xiu Yi yelled, turning around and leaving angrily.

The guard Owen hurriedly caught up: "Master Dardanelle, I'm sorry that this happened, oh, are your hands okay?"

"I was bitten by him. I have to go back and get a good treatment. As for you, I want to complain about your lack of protection!" Xiu Yi yelled, clutching her left hand.

Owen yelled angrily at this dandy bastard. I told him that the prisoner was very dangerous, but he insisted on not listening. Now that he was bitten, he wanted to blame himself.

Owen looked bitter: "I've said it all, this guy is very scary, he never gives up any chance to attack others."

"Are you still trying to tell me it's all my fault?" Xiu Yi shouted angrily.

"No, it's not like that, Master Dardanelle." The guard replied cautiously: "I just want to say that your complaint may make the warden think we are incompetent...I mean, if that's the case...we will be in trouble."

Xiuyi looked at the guard coldly, thought for a while, and then changed his smile again: "Ah, you are suggesting that I not tell your warden about seeing Crispin Boland?"

This ingenious change of concept made the guard a little stunned, but he quickly changed his mind, realized that this was just an opportunity, and quickly affirmed: "Yes, master, you must know that you are not allowed to see Crispin Boland. If the warden knows, or Lord Mallet knows that you have met Crispin Boland, it may be quite a problem for you."

Hearing the name Mallet, Huey's body trembled, then he nodded and said, "Okay, if that's the case, then do as you said. But what about the others?"

Owen breathed a sigh of relief: "I can solve it."

"Then it's settled." Xiu Yi nodded with satisfaction: "In this case, you can help me get the things from the police station, I will go out directly."

"No problem, master." Of course, Owen would not say "no" to this small assignment.

Walking out of the prison, Huey returned to the carriage.

The old necromancer has already done his job.

"How's it going?" Huey asked.

"Not very good. As you can see, that guy is a useless person. As soon as he escapes from prison, he will be caught back immediately. It is almost impossible for him to have any restraining effect on Mallet."

"I don't want to think about it." Xiuyi said with a smile: "This man is the toughest guy I've ever seen, a real super tough guy. It doesn't matter if a person's hands and feet are crippled, what matters is whether his heart is crippled. From what I've observed, he didn't. He saw the words I wrote on the bottom of his feet, and he responded without hesitation. From this point of view, ten years of imprisonment did not kill his fighting spirit. On the contrary, as long as he is given a chance, he can become the most terrifying person in the world. .”

"You really think so?"

"Yes, Eagle, believe me, the energy possessed by Crispin Bolan is far beyond your imagination." Huey replied confidently: "Let's go now."

"Aren't you going to say hello to the warden?"

"It's not necessary, I guess he doesn't want to see me. He must be relieved to hear that I left this prison. Friendship...what an interesting term." Huey said with a sneer.

"Nice job." The old mage muttered, waving his horsewhip.

While shouting, the carriage gradually drove away from Spark Prison.

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After Huey left, Crispin Boland returned to the dark cell, after being beaten and tortured by the guards.

He bent down and listened to the guards' footsteps gradually receding, Bolan's tightly pursed lips squirmed a few times.

"Cough", accompanied by a cough, a large piece of blood spit out from the mouth.

Surprisingly, along with the blood spurted, there was also a bland looking metal ring.

The ring fell to the ground and made a crisp sound. Bolan looked at the ring with a free frenzy in his eyes.

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