The lower half of his body had been severed,
which brought the already frail Yi Chen to the brink of unconsciousness, his consciousness fading gradually.
Had it not been for the umbilical cord tenaciously holding on inside his body, Yi Chen might have fainted the moment he returned to reality.
Watching the three monks in front of him, he also recalled the Duke’s prior warning about the iron chains, not expecting to be actively approached by them on the way back to the city.
Regardless of whether their ‘invitation’ was friendly,
Yi Chen had stayed in the Old World far longer than planned, and he needed to return immediately.
Due to the worsening injury.
The snake-shaped iron chains had bitten him, and even though the lower half of his body had been amputated, a small amount of excruciating poison still spread to his upper body.
The small grape tried to secrete river water saliva to fend it off, but it simply couldn’t.
Crack! A ring of airwaves exploded in mid-air.
The bent figure of Moon Scar plummeted diagonally, moving so fast it was nearly invisible to the naked eye.
Boom! It struck the sandy ground, sending up a massive spray of sand grains. Suffering this heavy blow, Lorrian’s mouth spurted silver blood, and the copper frame on his head saw its liquid content reduced by one third.
Just as he was preparing to rise and adjust his state… Click! Some mechanism was triggered.
A spike shaped like a black obelisk instantly penetrated Lorrian’s body, expanding umbrella-like at the point of entry to further secure itself, making it impossible to remove.
Following that, more miniature obelisks grew from the ground,
piercing his neck, mouth, and limbs, completely immobilizing him.
Wave after wave of agonizing energy from the obelisks flooded into him,
Lorrian’s whole body tensed up, with blood spurting from every orifice, convulsing wildly… the moonlight liquid between the frame decreased continuously throughout this process.
Among the three, the leader, who wore his skin turned inside out as though it were a fashionable coat and with his collar popped, slowly ascended from the traps,
earning the title of “Detainer” in the monastery, his iron chains had completely mutated, capable of creating various extremely dangerous traps, nearly impossible for peers to escape if fallen into.
Beneath his raised collar, the stitched mouth made a strange noise:
“Hand over that guy’s brain, and I will stop the infusion of Pain and immediately grant you a generous death,”
Despite being covered in blood and twisted with pain, Lorrian firmly refused, “No.”
Detainer shook his head in disappointment, “It’s always , before the pain reaches the threshold, most people make decisions they will regret… It’s truly disappointing, are these the Patients that were born using the outside world?”
He slowly raised his maimed blood and flesh hand palm, where an ancient inscription was embedded.
the obelisks penetrating Lorrian’s body began to rotate, intensifying the pain infusion, causing the copper frame of the Open Source Patient to start cracking.
Loud, agonized screams echoed across the desert area.
The liquid depleted, the copper frame shattered.
The so-called threshold had arrived, the immense pain almost completely destroying Lorrian’s willpower, as the seemingly rebellious young man with silver hair stared with eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets, pleading for mercy over and over.
“Ah~ Ah! I can’t take it! Please kill… me! As long as I die, William’s brain will fall out from the Moonlight.
Hurry and kill me~! I’m sorry, I’m willing to do anything!”
faced with this plea for mercy, which under normal circumstances would be expected, most people at their threshold would do the same.
Yet, Detainer felt a sense of ‘disharmony’, and as this sensation slowly spread through his heart, things felt increasingly off.
Detainer’s arms quickly sprouted iron chains,
these chains displayed distinct rectangular features, each connection bearing an obelisk-like structure, starting to whip his own body fiercely.
Using his own blood to cleanse his body, using extreme pain to awaken his brain.
Whir! A burst of moonlight flashed.
The battle scene before him, the detention, and the interrogation all disappeared.
He was still in the very spot he had started, not having moved an inch.
The depression where the three had stood was filled with icy bone-chilling collected water, reflecting the moon’s image in the water,
more bizarrely, there was clearly no moon in the sky.
Although Detainer had escaped the Deep Illusion,
his two companions were still staring blankly at the reflection in the water, deeply engrossed in it, unable to extricate themselves.
Emotions such as shame, anger, and helplessness intertwined within, he could only continue to whip his body to vent his emotions, attempting to redeem himself.
At this moment, Moon Scar had reached the Stone Temple where the “Passage” was located,