Chapter 30: The fish is caught

This madman with weird abilities and seemingly unstoppable will not appear here for no reason. What exactly does he want to do?

The dark room was only a room with a chessboard-sized ventilation opening about two meters above the ground. It was a room called a cell at a glance.

A pale hand climbed the rough rock wall and slowly moved, using the sharp little stones in his hand to add another one among the rows of marks - this is already the 35th mark.

"…It's time. Do you still think someone will come to save us?"

A decadent voice floated in from the cell opposite.

"Will... right? That lord won't just throw us away, right?"

He answered in a hoarse voice, but his tone was not particularly certain.

"Hmmm, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum,

A night-owl-like sneer came from another cell opposite.

"Don't forget, we are different from everyone else!"

“…What do you mean?”

"Hehehe..."

The night sneered and rang a few more times, but the other party did not directly answer his question.

"Jet is right."

The decadent voice in the cell opposite answered this question for him.

"We are shameless people, and that lord may not take us to heart."

The decadent sounds of old and tiredness, and the sound is a deep loneliness.

"Impossible! We were cultivated by adults with great efforts, so it is impossible for adults to give up on us just like that!"

"Hmmm, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum,

Another harsh sneer came from another cell.

"It was cultivated with great effort? If we were not a special physique in the dark element, what reason would he have to cultivate us specifically?"

“…”

"We are the Dark Elemental Guidance Warlock. What reason does he have to spend his energy to save us? Don't forget that he is from the Supreme God Cult..."

"Jet! Stop talking!"

The old voice suddenly scolded.

"Yes, yes, I won't say it anymore. Really, what do those guys from St. Ostan want? I don't even ask us, and don't interrogate us or kill us. Have they forgotten us all?"

"Don't forget what we've done!"

Indeed, a few days before being thrown into prison, these three dark elemental guide warlocks were indeed in panic all day long. Assassinating a monarch of a country and it was a family-destroying nature. If it was placed in any country, wouldn’t it be a "crack"? It would be good to give such a happy knife, I’m afraid that I would throw it directly on the stolen pillar for human meat barbecue - no one can stand that thing...

But a few days later, people seemed to have completely forgotten these three unlucky assassins. Except for three meals delivered on time every day, they could not even see the shadow of others.

"...The winter offensive should have begun! Maybe they have no extra energy to take care of us. Maybe in a few days, Jamins' army will capture Portral, and the lord must be waiting for this opportunity to pick us up."

"...Then won't they kill us before the city breaks?"

“…………”

“Things are definitely not that simple.”

Although the old voice is still decadent, it still remains steady and calm.

"Don't care what they want, we've told them all that we know. It's absolutely impossible for them to dig out something valuable from us. There's food and drink here, and there's nothing wrong with being bored, just stay at ease!"

"Jet...you're too leisurely..."

"There is nothing wrong with it? Anyway, we are too shameless outside. We squat in the secret room all day and sneak in. It's not much different from our current situation, right?"

“…”

Although it is telling the truth, why do you suddenly feel an inexplicable sadness in your heart?

"...I still firmly believe that adults will not give up on us like this. After all, our power is not comparable to that of others."

"Do we have any strength now?"

This is true. The guidance warrior without the guidance disc is worse than that of ordinary soldiers, let alone just in case, Mandorov even cast the Forbidden Demon Seal Curse on them. Even if they are given the guidance disc now, they can't play any tricks.

“… Rabbi Zeiss, what do you think?”

The other side hadn't heard the old voice for a long time. Shukaine, who had tasted the taste of Dragon Pozhan, spoke up to ask the oldest members of them.

"...I also think what Jeter said makes sense. But I still think that adults won't just let us ignore it."

"So we still have hope?"

"hope?……"

A bitter laugh came from the cell opposite.

"I hope things won't go as I thought."

"Rabbi Zeiss, what do you mean?"

Before Cang Lao's voice could answer, a noise suddenly came from the outside of the cell...

"Who are you?...ah~~~"

"Don't let him get close...uh~~~"

"bite……"

"puff……"

The sound of metal collision, the sound of sharp weapons piercing the **...

"Yihehhahahahahahahahahahaha~~ so happy! So happy! Massacre of heresy is indeed the happiest thing in the world! Yihehhahahahahahahahahahahaha~~~"

"Die! Die! Go and die! Too weak! Too weak! All are so weak! Ah~~ So happy! Great Supreme God~~ Thank you for giving me this supreme happiness!"

“……………………”

It's not such a coincidence, right? I was discussing whether anyone came to rescue me and someone came to the heavily guarded city defense army prison to smash the ground?

"Rabbi Zeiss! Jet! Look! The adults really won't give up on us like this!"

In contrast to the excited Shucaine, the two cells opposite were silent.

"Rabbi Zeiss, Jet, what's wrong with you? Why do you guys seem unhappy if someone comes to save us?"

“…Is it really here to save us?”

The old voice could not hide the tone of fear, as if the owner of the voice had seen something terrifying.

"…Rabbi Zeiss, what do you mean?"

“…I’ve heard that sound…that’s…that’s…that’s…that’s…that’s…”

"Is that so? I was wondering what Rabbi Zeiss must know."

Jeter in another cell said in a dejected voice.

"What are you talking about?...Did you hide something from me?"

"Yehehhahahaha~~Die!Die!Die!"

The crazy laughter and the guards' screams when they were dying are getting closer...

“…a failed product…”

"What failed?"

With such a stupid sentence, who knows what he is talking about?

“…Shukaine, have you heard of the ‘Sword of Judgment’?”

"'Sword of Judgment'?...that's not..."

After just pondering for a while, Shukaine remembered that this was a secret that only a few knew within the Supreme God Cult. Although Shukaine was a little impressed by this term, she did not know the specific content very well.

"...That madman is the failure produced by those old guys when they were studying the 'Sword of Judgment'..."

“…”

"The so-called failure does not mean that his power, his ability and power are almost unmatched in other existing 'works' in the plan, but because the guy's head was stimulated during the transformation process, he became a madman who enjoyed killing... a madman who no one could control, and that guy was a mad dog that bites people whenever he saw them - including his own master..."

My face, who was already a little sick and pale, became even pale. No matter from any aspect of the matter, I had no intention of saving someone if I thought about it...

"Hmmm, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum,... will you use all your things?"

I don't know when the riots outside had gradually subsided, but...

"Squeak~~"

The thick iron door made a harsh sound and slowly opened...

"Yihehehahahahahahaha~~~~~ One pig... Two pigs... Three pigs..."
To be continued...