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In the name of holiness, it is a torture instrument that exudes extreme malice.

Iron Maiden.

"The existence of such a thing in this place means that... our information is correct."

Kusiru touches the Iron Maiden.

"What the Bound Sect is best at is punishment, which can gain strength from pain."

"They are not only good at torture, but the most perverted thing is their fanatical hobby of self-abuse."

"The punishments they create are all for their own use and to dedicate themselves to the bound god [Prometheus]. The more painful the punishment, the more they like it."

Zhao Guangli blinked.

no.

This is too perverted.

Zhao Guangli's mind inexplicably showed Chen Zhi taking the lead in self-abuse.

Zhao Guangli immediately shook his head.

It doesn't exist. A fisherman like Chen Zhi cannot do such a thing.

Pulling chains, drawing crosses, sawtooth wheels...

Tsk tsk tsk.

Zhao Guangli originally planned to use the word "shame" to describe those cultists, but now it seems that they are trying to get him to die.

"They are all specialized instruments of torture. The camp of the bound cult is not far away."

"etc."

Marcy made a gesture, which probably meant that there were no moving objects ahead and it was safe for the time being.

"I will first use [Civet Snooping] to conduct a rough exploration."

As she spoke, a light yellow orange cat appeared on Marcy's shoulder.

Psychic assassins can communicate with a place called the spirit world, obtain the awakening of spirit creatures from it, and even master certain abilities of the spirit creatures.

"Dabao, go to the front to investigate."

Marcy stretched out her finger and tapped the orange cat's forehead.

"Meow!"

The yellow orange cat scratched its head gently and moved forward through the moss area.

"Speaking of which, I have unique detective skills."

Zhao Guangli put the two fingers of his right hand together and pointed at his right eye.

"Night Crow Secret Technique!"

Kusiru is well-informed.

This is the secret technique of the Wuding sect. Speaking of the scale of the cult, Wuding sect, a super cult that was born in prehistoric times, is not even a little stronger than the Bound sect.

Zhao Guangli's eyeballs revealed the emblem of the Night Crow God.

A black night crow revealed itself in the sky.

Zhao Guangli calmed down.

The controlled black crow flew forward.

…

"What a quiet and peaceful day."

Chen Zhi felt that he should smoke a cigarette at this moment, if he had a cigarette on hand.

It is a pity that there is nothing in this gathering place, and all that comes into view are a large number of torture instruments.

"These masochistic monsters have started again."

Chen Zhi became more and more expressionless as he listened to the sounds of flesh and blood being torn apart from the outside, as well as the screams of suppressed joy and pleasure.

"Patriarch, the time has come."

A man in black clothes with shackled feet was crawling on the ground in an extremely twisted posture: "I respectfully ask you to take a bath, change your clothes, and complete today's dedication."

ah……

This guy is here again.

Chen Zhi narrowed his eyes, wearing a delicate but expressionless face.

The so-called dedication means to torture yourself like those idiots to gain the favor of the bound god, and eat some so-called indescribable leftovers like a dog.

From Chen Zhi's perspective, this little evil spirit was like the small workshops in the Emperor's capital that squeezed workers.

Although the Glory Church also squeezes, they can't stop them from giving more.

After all, a trace of pity flashed through Chen Zhiwushen's eyes.

The vast majority of these cultists are the oppressed lower class people, and they became cultists from the very beginning just to seek a kind of spiritual sustenance.

"Today the great Lord Prometheus said that the whipping messenger, the passionate smart girl, the fettered genius, Chen Zhi, the patriarch of the courtyard area, are not suitable to be dedicated today."

Chen Zhi said seriously.

That lifeless, world-weary face is really convincing.

"But, Patriarch, you haven't given anything for half a month..."

Chen Zhi has only been in this camp for less than half a month. In short, the fish-eyed girl has never given anything.

"Oh, these are not the right days."

Chen Zhi continued.

"But……"

The man on the ground looked suspicious.

"Are you kidding me? You want to disobey the great Lord [Prometheus]?"

As soon as Chen Zhi pointed out, a physical cracking power immediately emerged.

The man on the ground seemed to be suffering a lot of great pain, but he groaned in relief.

Poof!

Chen Zhi's right hand moved slightly.

The man on the ground had a bloodstain on his body.

"Domar, the Messenger of Punishment..."

"The higher power you possess, the [whipping], [torture], [self-abuse] and other powers you possess are all given by the great Lord Prometheus."

"You are actually questioning me now, as the messenger of Lord Prometheus?"

Chen Zhi raised his head, his thin body seemed to be shaking with anger.

Her words were like saying that the big boss of the company is my direct boss.

"You actually..."

Chen Zhi pointed at the man on the ground with his finger: "How dare you disobey me who has authority?"

[Lord Whiplash] Domar kept knocking his head on the ground, with blood marks constantly appearing on his body, and his skin and flesh were torn.

It started again, I've obviously finished it, this guy is really addicted to self-abuse.

Chen Zhi nodded reservedly.

The power of original sin [Pride] can be transformed into the authority of the Bound God. It cannot be said to be very similar, it can only be said to be exactly the same.

As for stealing authority?

There was no problem in a short period of time, but as Chen Zhi's status became higher and higher, the bound god looked directly at his patriarch and found that he was actually a young man. Chen Zhi felt that he might not survive.

When Chen Zhi thought of this moment, her beautiful eyes blinked slightly.

Two directors of the Bound Cult...

Ah, no, there are two punishers. This [Lord of Whipping] Domar is a guy who tortures himself to the point of completely losing his brain. He already has big problems with his intelligence. In short, he is a fool.

But the other guy was different.

"The Patriarch."

A gloomy voice came from the side.

This is an old woman holding a purple transparent glass ball in her hand, and her body is tightly wrapped in black cloth.

Her face was covered with bloodstains, some of which had been scabbed for many years, and some of which were new wounds.

"You have used your excuse many times."

Chen Zhi raised his head: "Excuse?"

"Mi Ji, the Messenger of Punishment..."

"Do you need evidence to spread rumors? Otherwise, according to the Union Constitution, this Patriarch can sue you for defamation."

The wrinkles on Miji's face twitched.

Is this guy, this girl really the messenger chosen by Lord Prometheus?

Talking nonsense and being crazy all day long.

But the authority she used was genuine...it always felt a little strange.

Chen Zhi coughed.

This old woman is another high-ranking person. She should be a supernatural professional with a psychic side. She seems to be able to explore her own body and extraordinary secrets, and she has always had doubts about herself.

Chen Zhi held the scripture "Draft of the Bound" in his hand and pretended to flip through the pages.

"Messenger Miji, Messenger Domar, how about I do a magic trick for you."

As Chen Zhi spoke, he looked at a small black spot in the sky in the distance and immediately spoke.

"Look, there's an enemy!"

The girl's finger pointed in another direction.

The two messengers turned slightly, but there was nothing there, so they saw nothing.

"Hey!"

The fish-eyed girl expressionlessly pulled the wings of the crow in her hand, looking at the two senior members of the Bound Sect with inexplicable joy.

"I made a crow!"