43. Who can come… save me…
“Ha… ha…”
At the other end of Worry-Free City, in a desolate and dark underground, a beautiful girl on the brink of death was locked in a dirty, cramped dungeon by cold iron chains. Her body was filled with wounds of various sizes; White Zhe’s tender skin was marred with blood from knife cuts and sword strikes, and her originally splendid light golden hair had lost its luster, tainted with the filth of blood.
“It hurts so much… Father… Mother…”
The girl’s delicate body was trembling slightly, her voice hoarse and weak, as if she could pass away at any moment. The sight of her would surely cause immense sorrow in anyone who witnessed it.
Of course, there was one who wouldn’t.
That was the true mastermind behind the torment that had reduced the girl to this state.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
Suddenly, a sharp knocking sound echoed, and the girl instinctively shrank back in fear, using the last of her strength to try to retreat into the corner of the dungeon.
She was terrified.
Terrified of the “demon” outside her cell.
No, perhaps in the girl’s heart, even a demon would be a thousand times better than that man.
“What a tenacious life; one might say it’s worthy of being a high-level elf!”
The Black-robed Man opened the slightly rusty iron door of the dungeon and walked in, talking to himself. Upon seeing him, the girl bound by iron chains began to tremble violently, her breaths quickening as the air filled with the scents of fear and despair.
“Are you afraid, elf?”
The Black-robed Man slowly crouched down, one hand forcefully grabbing the girl’s throat while the other used a dagger to brush aside the hair covering her face, revealing her pointed ears.
His eyes, hidden beneath the black robe, gazed with interest at the girl’s terrified face. He gently pressed the dagger against the young elf girl’s cheek, speaking with pleasure.
“There’s no need to fear death; the Cult Leader has given orders that I won’t kill you. Just know that even for us, a living high-level elf is far more valuable than a corpse with sufficient magical power.”
“Please… let me go… I won’t say anything… really…”
The girl cried and pleaded, but how could the Black-robed Man agree? The more terrified she became, the more excited he felt! Thus, he became even more aggressive, pushing the girl to the ground, and with a swift motion, the dagger sliced into White Zhe’s arm, causing bright red blood to spray from the wound.
“Ah!”
The girl screamed in agony, instinctively trying to cover her wound with her hand, but the Black-robed Man showed no mercy. He pressed his knee against her hand and casually pulled a glass test tube from his cloak, gripping the injured arm tightly to squeeze out more blood, which spilled into the test tube he held beneath the wound.
“Look! Blood from a high-level elf! Such a precious substance is worth its weight in gold on the black market! But now, there’s plenty to be had! Hahahahaha—”
The man’s manic laughter echoed in the girl’s ears. At that moment, she was drained of magic and physically weak, unable to resist the Black-robed Man, and could only allow him to take her blood at will, her heart consumed by endless despair.
“With this high-level elf’s blood! Combined with the Deity’s blessing! I can create an even more advanced and powerful Corpse Taker! At that time, whether it’s that detestable demon or the meddlesome angel! I will definitely make them understand how foolish it is to oppose the Descendants Sect!”
The Black-robed Man raised the test tube filled with elven blood high, laughing excitedly, his eyes full of worship and fanaticism for the Deity.
“Look at this beautiful color! Such a noble bloodline! How foolish were the human nobles back then to sell elves just to satisfy their lowly desires! Such a valuable thing, and they only used it to fulfill their own needs? Should I say they are vulgar or extravagant!? But I must admit, I really envy those nobles of the past! Nowadays, elves are becoming increasingly cunning; even capturing an ordinary elf is as difficult as ascending to the heavens! Fortunately, the heavens have blessed me with this perfect opportunity to bestow such a precious item upon us! No, what nonsense the heavens! It is the Deity! This must be the Deity’s response to our sect!!!”
“Whether it’s the betraying angels of the Deity or the Holy Church that hides the truth and practices deception, they will all become stepping stones for the Deity’s return to the world! Feel honored, elf, for you are the best catalyst for my cult to fulfill its long-cherished wish and welcome our God back!”
Looking at the crazed man pressing down on her and continuously bleeding her dry, the elf girl’s eyes were filled with countless fears, but she was already like a canary trapped in a cage, completely at his mercy, with no chance of resistance.
“By the way, let’s start with that meddlesome angel! If it weren’t for her, I would have already obtained that demon’s corpse and soul! Once I capture that angel, I will definitely break her wings alive! Let her cry like a lost dog beneath me! Finally, I will painfully rip her soul from her body while she is still alive! I want her to regret coming into this world!”
The Black-robed Man fantasized about the methods he would use to torment Emilia after capturing her, while hastening the bloodletting process. As soon as there was any indication of the elf girl’s wound starting to clot, he would once again slice open her skin with the knife. The girl endured immense pain under such intense bloodletting and torment, almost fainting, yet every time he cut her open, the pain would snap her back to reality. What a cruel torment it was! The elf girl was reduced to a state of unbearable suffering, her wails and cries echoing throughout the entire dungeon.
“Well, this amount will do for now; after all, I still have to be careful not to let you die. Look forward to it, elf, soon you will have a new friend!”
The Black-robed Man glanced at the box full of test tubes containing blood, nodded in satisfaction, and without caring whether the girl was alive or dead, he viciously kicked her, turned, and strode out of the dungeon.
The entire dungeon was once again left with only the poor elf girl, bound by iron chains, her body riddled with gruesome wounds.
At this moment, the girl’s consciousness was gradually fading. She was very afraid, afraid that she would die in such an unclear manner, but at the same time, she feared that if she survived, she would continue to endure this inhuman pain. The conflicting desires for death and fear of survival tormented her, until the last moment of her consciousness, a tear gently flowed from the corner of her eye.
“Who can come… save me…”
