League of Legends Millennium Warlord

"You you you me me me..."

Compared to the stammering words in Seresi's mouth, the 'click-click' sound made by Seresi's mandible was more convincing.

The smile on Lester's face became even bigger, and he even touched Seresi's smooth jade-like skull and balls with his hand twice.

"Why, it feels aggrieved to see you like this. I always like to bring justice to others. Tell me what grievances you have? Maybe I will let you go."

Seresi likes to look at people with a smile, so how could he not see that Lester, who was holding Destiny's skull, was teasing him, but so what if he knew? A man is a swordsman and I am a fish and meat. Should I beg for mercy? I have to beg for mercy.

"Your Majesty Leicester, misunderstandings are all misunderstandings. Don't do anything yet. Listen to me. I was forced to do this by the tyrant Mordekaiser. I never wanted to be your enemy. I am just a stinky rat in the ditch, and everything I do is to survive..."

At this moment, Seresi could not care whether his words would be heard by Mordekaiser. His head was already on fire. He saw Lester unmoved and playing with the lead that belonged to him. Soul lamp, Ceresi said hurriedly.

"I know you must be here for the Mother of Masks and the River Styx. Spare my life and I will help you rescue the Mother of Masks and retake the River Styx. By the way, I also know the city defense situation of Mitna Rachen. With my help, sir, you will definitely be able to defeat Mitna Rachen easily.

If I die, Mordekaiser and his army stationed in Mitna Rachen will immediately know your movements, my lord. Of course, I know that those half-dead wretches will definitely not be your opponent, but at least I am here. In this case, you can save yourself a lot of trouble, right?

As long as you can spare my life, I am willing to work as a cow or a horse for you, and I will become your most loyal bitch.

Oh, right! In addition to Mitna Rachen, I also know the locations of many secret vaults in the Shadow Isles!

The secret vault contains various rare magic items and magic materials collected by the Great Sage of Hylia. Those secret vaults are buried under the ruins of the city and are heavily protected by magic. It is impossible to find them without someone to guide them. Even if I find it, I still can't lift the lost Hylia magic seal. But I have a way, a way to ensure that the secret vault is not destroyed by the magic seal.

There are still many things I can do, and I know many unknown secrets! Sir, I can do many things for you while I am alive. As long as I can stay alive, I am willing to pay any price! "

With an unchanging expression, he glanced at Mirror Claw and Yuwei who were checking the physical condition of the Mother of Masks. Lester returned his attention to the chattering skull and said calmly.

"I have to say, you really almost convinced me. I was really just a little bit close to sparing your life."

This sentence directly made Seresi collapse, because he was really prepared to be Lester's dog with no chance of turning around. Not even Mordekaiser had enjoyed such treatment, but Leicester still refused. Already?

"Why is it so close? My lord, no, master! Please spare me, I will not bring any threat to the master. I surrender, and I am willing to lose. If the master is so smart, he will surely understand that I will fall into his hands." There is no possibility of rebellion. In this case, why doesn’t the master take a slave who can benefit and do no harm for his own use?”

Hearing this, Lester's smile suddenly turned cold, and Ceresi was frozen to the bone.

"What you said is correct, very correct, but I don't believe you, even if what you say is true and sincere, I will not believe you.

In addition, I also know that you have bad intentions for Tiana and Ashe. You are so smart. You knew what it meant, but you still planned to attack Tiana and Ashe. Obviously, obviously You don't respect me as much as you say you do. "

As he spoke, Lester forcibly pulled out a bright soul that seemed to be a substance from Seresi's skeletal body.

The light shines, and the soul with soul power and vision far beyond the limits of mortals takes on the appearance of a gloomy young man.

As if he is not aware of his situation, the gloomy young man has his neck slightly slumped and his shoulders hunched. He is wearing a gray robe in the style of Hylian civilization. His face is soft and his eyes are somewhat hollow. He is quite harmless, but he looks like someone. A feeling of being vulnerable to the boy next door.

Judging from appearance and temperament alone, it is difficult for Lester to connect the feminine ancient Hylian in front of him with the evil-doing soul-locked warden Thresh, but this soul does indeed come from Thresh. skeletal body.

It can be seen that the most stupid behavior in the world is to judge people by their appearance.

Finally realizing that his soul had been pulled out of his body by Lester, he glanced at the soul-inducing lamp that had been captured by Lester. As if he wanted to understand something, Ceresi's face changed greatly, and he looked pleading. Sedi wanted to kneel on the ground and kowtow to beg for mercy, but Lester didn't even look at it. After putting a rune mark on it, he directly locked Thresi's soul into the soul-inducing lamp.

No different from the hundreds of thousands of fluorescent points that died in the soul-inducing lamp, Ceresi's soul turned into the most dazzling light point and flew into the soul cage of the soul-inducing lamp.

"Before you show your true value, catch up with your old friends. They know how to deal with you better than I do."

Leicester's voice could no longer be heard. From the moment he flew into the soul-inducing lamp, Seresi's body became the same as a mortal body, with the bones, flesh, and nerves that all living people have.

Serresi, who regained his body, was so frightened that he lost control of his bowels and bladder. He tried to struggle to leave the soul cage, but it was as if an invisible hand was pressing him down, making him powerless and turning him into a drifting leaf, falling towards the abyss of the sea under the waterfall.

There is no one else in the world who knows more about the evil creature, the Soul-Guiding Lamp, which was imprisoned at the bottom by the Great Sage of Helia, than Serresi. It is precisely because of this understanding that he feels desperate.

The burning wick of the Soul-Guiding Lamp comes from the soul cage. It is called a cage, but it is actually a large dungeon used to imprison and torture souls. Any soul that falls into this dungeon will suffer all kinds of painful tortures that are worse than death.

Unable to resist shackles appeared on his hands, feet, and neck. As if he had fallen into the eighteenth level of hell, Seresi kept falling. It seemed that he had fallen for tens of thousands of meters and finally hit the bottom.

Seresi fell in a big letter shape at the bottom of the cold and quiet dungeon. His limbs were pierced by more than a dozen sharp and dull bone thorns. In just a moment, Seresi's limbs became torn into pieces. His arms and thighs had their own ideas and went their separate ways.

Black and red blood spurted out, irrigating the white bones, and dyeing the white bone thorns with a touch of cruel and sad blood.

If it were in the mortal world, even if the Mother of Masks were alive, she would not be able to recover from such a serious injury.

But in the soul-guiding lamp, any soul marked will not die, unless the wick is extinguished and the lamp is exhausted, otherwise it will never die. The pain that pierces the soul can be shown in the prisoner's spirit with 100% efficiency, endlessly pleasing the owner of the soul-guiding lamp, until the owner of the soul-guiding lamp throws the prisoner into the wick and ignites it in disgust.

The proud design and lifelong pleasure have now become Seresi's nightmare.

Pain! Heart-wrenching pain, intestine-breaking pain! The pain of wanting to cut out the heart, dig out the liver, bite the tongue and commit suicide!

Seresi was wailing and struggling with tears and urine, but it was not over yet. With a strange laugh, a humanoid evil creature with various human skins sewn on its body surface ignored the pain of being pierced by white bone thorns and walked closer to Seresi.

The faceless human skin face that looked like a boiled egg suddenly cracked into a crescent-shaped hole full of sharp teeth. The crescent-shaped hole was like the two ends of the lips, sometimes upturned and sometimes down. It was unclear whether it was smiling or crying. The head tilted from side to side, as if observing its new collection.

Seeing the evil creature standing in front of him and looking down at him curiously, a look of fear far greater than the pain of the spirit body appeared on the half face of Seresi that had been pierced through the back of his head.

He wanted to open his mouth and loudly rebuke the skinned evil ghost that he personally selected to guard the ninth-level dungeon and tortured the soul prisoners with various torture instruments endlessly according to his orders to stay away from him. He opened his mouth but suddenly found that his mouth had been pierced and torn by the joints, and the lower half of his face fell on his chest with protruding ribs.

It turned out that even the painful wailing was wailing in his consciousness. From the moment he fell into the ninth-level dungeon and was pierced by the white bone thorns, he lost the right to speak.

【It's me! It's your master Seresi! The master of this soul cage! I personally selected you, a miserable prisoner, to be the keeper! How can you treat your master like this? 】

Even though he couldn't speak, Seresi still tried his best to wink and make eyes, trying to let the skinned evil ghost in front of him recognize his identity.

His real face now is completely different from the skeleton body when he was in the outside world, but the breath is the same. Although the skinning evil ghost is shameless, this ghost is the most delicate and poisonous one among the many dungeon executioners, and it may not fail to discover his true identity.

What made Seresi happy was that the skinning evil ghost really reacted to him. The crescent of flesh and blood that sometimes rose and sometimes fell suddenly flattened and turned into a shallow "one" motionless. The next second, the "one" opened into a "mouth" with a bloody eyeball hidden in the "mouth", and it made a sound with great difficulty.

"This... breath... you... are... the... master?"

As he spoke, the skinning evil ghost reassembled Seresi's separated limbs. The skinning evil ghost with the greatest authority in the ninth-level soul dungeon directly healed Seresi's injuries and restored his body to its original state.

Avoiding the white bone thorns and standing up, the frightened Seresi forced a tense face and took out the momentum of the past.

"Haha, it seems that you have recognized my identity, the skinned evil ghost, I really didn't misjudge you..."

"It's the master! It's the master! The master is here!"

Who knew that the skinned evil ghost interrupted Seresi's words and started dancing and stammering, only the eyeballs in the 'mouth' stared at Seresi tightly, which made Seresi's scalp numb.

Looking down from a high position outside the soul-guiding lamp, watching the skinned evil ghost torturing people with consciousness did not feel so terrible. Now that he was in front of the skinned evil ghost and was stared at by someone, Seresi felt that he hated the ghost in front of him so much that he wanted to find an opportunity to kill this evil thing that was neither human nor ghost.

Of course, he must not show his hostility and timidity now. As long as the skinned evil ghost in front of him can still remember how he tortured him in the past, he will definitely not dare to disobey his orders.

Taking the initiative to avoid the sight of the skin-flaying evil spirit, Seresi said coldly.

"Okay, it's good to know that I'm here, skinning evil ghost, now quickly escort me to the upper dungeon, you must ensure that I don't get hurt, and I give you the greatest power, you can kill any soul that tries to attack me..."

"No! No! Master! You can't leave! I want to play with you! Introduce you to other people to play with! Let everyone play together! Hehe, fun, hehe, fun~"

The skinning evil ghost interrupted Seresi's words directly, and a meat rope made of intestines appeared in his right hand. The skinning evil ghost skillfully hung the bone hook of the meat rope on Seresi's neck collar. The bone hook was directly locked after connecting the neck collar of the column, and even the When the body was restored, the handcuffs and leg chains that were opened by the skinning evil ghost were locked again.

It seemed that the skinning evil ghost was too excited. He didn't even look at Seresi. He turned around and pulled the meat rope to take Seresi deep into the ninth dungeon.

Because his hands and feet were locked again, Seresi was pulled to the ground by the huge force. Three white bone thorns pierced Seresi's intact body again, but the pulling force of the meat rope did not change. Soon Seresi was neatly divided by the white bone thorns along the way and turned into a scattered puzzle.

Until he walked several meters away and heard the screams, the skinning evil ghost turned back and realized that the thing connected by the meat rope had only half a head left.

"I'm sorry, Master. I'm sorry, Master."

While apologizing, the skinning evil ghost helped the screaming Seresi to recover his body. This time, the skinning evil ghost considerately cast a permanent recovery magic on the meat rope, and sealed Seresi's mouth with bone spurs.

The clever skinning evil ghost patted the boiled egg head happily. Now he no longer had to worry about his master screaming and breaking into pieces~

The skinning evil ghost continued to move deeper into the dungeon. Seresi behind him was like a potato on a metal grater, being turned into strips and blocks by the sharp bone thorns again and again, and then automatically sutured and healed before being broken.

When they arrived at the prison cell deep in the dungeon where hundreds of souls were imprisoned, the skinning evil ghost did not intend to lock Seresi in the cell, but took Seresi directly to his workshop and began to show his proud torture tools one by one.

"Master, look! Master, look! These are all fun! Fun! By the way, Master! Master said that if there are fun things, we should play together. I called everyone else over! Let's play together! Let's play together!"

Seresi turned his head away in despair. Who else could it be if the person shaking his head outside the torture room was not the guard or executioner from the other eight floors?