Chapter 35 The Emperor in Prison

The two jailers walked quickly, and the two prisoners, Lorne and Glenn, were wearing chains, and it was a bit difficult to keep up with their pace. The warden's office is located on the fourth floor of Advance City, in the Searing Hell.

To go from the sixth level of infinite hell to the fourth level, one must pass through the fifth level of extreme cold hell. When Lorne walked through the fifth floor for the first time, he stepped on the snow with bare feet and was almost frozen, unable to take a step.

By the time he returned to the infinite hell, his feet had been frostbitten, and he was unable to move around after more than half a month.

The two jailers seemed to be afraid of the infinite hell, and they didn't want to stay for a moment. They soon came to the gate of the fifth floor, pushed the gate open, and a terrible cold air rushed towards them. It made several people shudder involuntarily.

The two jailers are fine. The prison uniforms have been specially modified to effectively insulate the cold air on the fifth floor and the heat wave on the fourth floor. Let them work normally, the two prisoners are not so lucky.

Their thin clothes did not have the slightest protection against the cold. Lorne walked step by step, making faint footprints one after another on the snow. But after walking a few steps, Lorne felt that his feet had lost feeling and became stiff.

The prisoners held here must endure the cold for many years, and I don't know how they persist.

As Lorne was walking, he saw a huge humanoid ice sculpture next to him. When he got closer, he realized that it was a frozen person who had been dead for an unknown amount of time!

He sat upright in the corner, snowflakes covered his body like a piece of clothing.

"This is what a pirate should do!" The jailers walking in front suddenly said unfairly. "My family died at the hands of these cruel pirates! I swear to make them pay in blood!"

"Is that so?" Lorne murmured, and it was the jailer who was almost killed by the old Bach who was talking. He had such a past, no wonder he was easily irritated.

But what does this have to do with me? The unwillingness of the weak is just the roar of the vicious dog, which makes people feel a little noisy.

Several people slowly passed through the extremely cold hell, and met a few prisoners who were still alive, but they were all sitting in the corner weakly, turning a blind eye to the people passing by, and they were already doing their best to survive, so why waste energy talking.

Several people walked step by step to the giant elevator to the upper floor. This is a device that connects the floors to remove the sixth floor of infinite hell. When several people came here, the guarding soldiers looked at the passes of the two jailers. Just let it go.

As the elevator ascended slowly, Lorne felt that the air became warmer, and the chill on his body disappeared a lot. This was the heat wave coming from the scorching hell.

"Ding!"

The elevator reached the fourth floor. The moment Lorne stepped out of the elevator door, he felt boundless heat. His frozen calf slowly warmed up, and he finally regained consciousness.

But Glenn behind him didn't intend to come down. Like a marionette, his neck was tilted on his shoulders at a strange angle, and he smiled at Lorne.

"What? Aren't you coming down?" Lorne asked in confusion after being looked at in shock.

"Good-bye, little one," said Greenton Glenn softly. "My destination is not here!"

"Is it higher?" Lorne said in a low voice. The warden's office is located on the fourth floor, and above that there are only the prison's gate exit, and... the execution platform.

Think with your toes, will people like them, whose existence is concealed by the world government, have a chance to go out?

So the fate of this emaciated man can be imagined. He seemed to know his fate at this moment, and looked at Lorne at this moment, smiling.

"Maybe a farewell at this time is a farewell. I owe old Vennhill a favor, and I may never have the chance to repay him in this life." Glenn said with some frustration, "I heard that Vennhill is going to complete his big event. If I survive this time, I really hope to have a drink with him on the sea."

"Little guy, take care of yourself. This prison..." Glenn said word by word. Before he could finish speaking, the jailer covered his mouth. The door of the elevator closed slowly, leaving only Lorne standing there in a daze.

Is this person a friend of the father? What was the last thing he wanted to say?

What is the big thing that father wants to accomplish? There were 10,000 thoughts in Lorne's mind, but no one could answer him at this moment.

"Let's go!" the jailer next to Lorne said lightly. "Since you have chosen this path, you must have the consciousness of death!"

"It is heartbreaking to part with relatives and friends, but the living are always more important than the dead."

"You're very interesting, unlike those criminals, I don't want you to die here." When the jailer said this, he looked serious and stared into Lorne's eyes. However, Lorne did not meet his gaze, but turned his head away.

Lorne was awakened by the jailer's words, and gave him a simple smile. Then he followed his steps and walked towards the prison director's office.

The fourth floor seems to be a huge iron pot, full of scalding sea of ​​blood and flames. When Lorne first came to the city, he sterilized on this floor, which is a hundred times hotter than a sauna. It feels like Lorne doesn't want to experience it a second time.

"Here we are! The Director is inside!" The jailer led Lorne to the door of a black room, then turned and left.

Lorne took a deep breath, hot air entered his lungs, but he didn't feel at ease. Then slowly pushed open the director's door.

It is full of various instruments of torture. There are faint blood stains on the instruments of torture, showing people their identities. These are not collections hidden in museums, but actual combat tools!

Sitting in the middle of the room was a tall man wearing a black uniform, a black hat, and a pair of weird wings growing out of his back. He smiled when he saw Lorne come in.

"Recently, I want to study a method that can be hit on people, which can easily cause internal injuries without any abnormality in the skin." He said softly, "However, after several experiments with prisoners, I found that the force is not strong at all. It's easy to master, and they will be killed if they are not careful!"

"I think it's better to change to a less durable one with a lower fault tolerance rate!"

"So can you help me?" The warden looked at Lorne with a cruel expression.

Lorne cursed in his heart, what the hell kind of logic is this? Researching things by oneself is easy to toss people to death, so he decided to find someone with a weaker body to challenge?

Do you not regard other people's lives as life at all?

Lorne lowered his head and said nothing.

"Don't be afraid, you may not die." The warden said slowly. "You can reject me, but it's useless, because I am the master of this prison! I am the king here!"

I heard from others that the person who made the single update didn't recommend it. I've been waiting for so long!

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