The strong man's walking posture was a bit strange, giving people an uncoordinated feeling, but this condition was quickly corrected.
He walked through the long passage without looking sideways, as if he didn't even see the strange prisoners on both sides.
After pushing the iron door open, the strong man walked forward and soon reached the end of the passage.
It was like racing against time, without any hesitation.
The moment he reached the iron gate, the strong man's figure flashed to the side and leaned tightly against the wall.
After a few breaths of time passed, the iron door was pushed open violently, and a group of figures rushed in.
They wore the same armor as the strong men, and had all kinds of accessories on their bodies. They wanted to decorate all their organs.
There were several figures among the crowd, holding short spears in their hands and wearing ferocious masks.
Unlike other strong men, they exude faint energy fluctuations, and their muscles contain terrifying power.
"Open the cage and bring out all the prisoners!"
The monk who seemed to be the leader gave the order, and then saw a well-known strong man rushing into the cell with a fierce look.
The door was opened and the sounds of yelling and cursing were heard, and not long after, prisoners with numb expressions were seen being pushed out.
Wearing handcuffs and shackles, and being beaten by the strong men, they lined up and walked outside.
The number of prisoners coming out from behind the iron gate was inconsistent, and it was impossible to count the exact number.
They were like walking zombies, even if they were whipped with whips, they still showed no reaction.
Soon all the prisoners in the cage were driven outside.
The strong men who drove away the prisoners followed closely and walked out, as did the strong men who had hid by the door in advance.
Outside the door is a huge city, filled with magnificent buildings and painted in bright colors.
There are also various sculptures distributed in every corner of the city, most of which are giant beasts and monsters.
The people passing by on the street were covered with all kinds of jewelry, and their skin was covered with blue and black tattoos.
A group of strong men wearing masks escorted a group of lifeless prisoners, moving forward along the wide avenue.
While walking, the residents on the roadside stopped, waved their hands and made excited roars.
Then, with an expectant expression, they marched behind the team, as if it were a festive parade.
In the process of walking, the size of the team continued to expand, and the number of passers-by was already a hundred times that of prisoners.
If you observe carefully, you will find that there is actually the same scene on the nearby road.
Dozens of wide passages, like the rays of the sun, lead directly to the central square.
In the center of the square, there is a giant tower-like building with a height of about six to seven hundred meters.
At the top of the building, there is a constantly rotating vortex suspended, which seems to be able to swallow everything in the world.
Surrounding this giant building are circles of staircase-like platforms that continuously extend upward.
On these steps, rows of strong men stood, holding a large door leaf made of bronze in their hands.
The circular square surrounding the building was already filled with excited tribesmen, who were looking intently at the giant tower and whirlpool.
The numb prisoners were whipped continuously with whips and slowly walked along the long stairs to the platforms.
During the march, some prisoners tried to resist, but were knocked to the ground by the strong men.
On these platforms, there are black stone beds covered with runes, which are tilted inward.
There are also grooves on the stone bed, also at an inclined angle, extending directly into the tower.
As the prisoners marched, they were constantly pulled out of the team and pushed onto the stone beds.
A thick stone slab, like a box lid, was erected next to the stone bed and would be tied directly to the prisoner's body.
The prisoner can only expose his neck, his body is squeezed by the stone slab, and all his blood is concentrated in his head.
During the march, the prisoners were constantly pressed onto the stone bed, unable to break free.
Soon, a thin figure appeared at the top of the tower, wearing a strange blood-colored robe.
A trace of vicissitudes of life permeated around his body.
I saw him holding an engraved bone fragment in his hand, reciting something similar to a sacrificial inscription loudly, and the men and women in the surrounding square continued to respond.
They seemed to be half crazy, shouting and screaming one after another, and knelt on the ground and kowtowed and prayed.
Not long after, the sacrificial chanting was finished, and the thin figure was seen kneeling on the ground, raising his hands and shouting loudly to the whirlpool.
"Buzz!"
The strange sound came, as if it was a signal, making the men and women around him even more excited.
The strong men standing at the bottom of the stairs raised their bronze swords and slashed at the prisoners on the stone bed.
"Pfft..."
The prisoner's head rolled to the ground, and the blood shot out like a fountain, and then disappeared under the squeeze of the stone slab.
The blood continued to flow into the tower along the grooves covered with dried blood, and it was unknown where it entered.
Just like toppling dominoes, starting from the bottom and moving upwards, the strong men kept the same rhythm and kept cutting off the heads of the prisoners.
Blood spurted into the tower, and the men and women below kept praying and cheering, as if they were celebrating the coming of the festival.
The severed heads actually continued to roll down along the slopes of the slides on both sides of the stairs.
At this time, you can see that the deep pit under the stairs is filled with skeletons, and an unknown number of prisoners were sacrificed and killed here.
Just after all the prisoners were beheaded, blood suddenly spurted out from the top of the tower.
After the blood flow shoots into the air, it is absorbed by the vortex, without any waste.
Such a cruel and strange sight caused the audience to burst into excited cheers and even sing and dance in the square.
After cheering for a while, the onlookers dispersed, as if this was a daily ritual.
In the corner of the square below, Tang Zhen, who was wearing the appearance of a strong man, turned around silently and walked towards the location of the prison.
The missing Lord monks, including the Loucheng monks who were later investigated, turned out to be prisoners.
He was killed as a sacrifice and his blood was used to feed the vortex on the tower.
Recalling the resurrection from the dead that he had experienced before, coupled with his understanding of the rules of time, Tang Zhen confirmed one thing.
Each trapped monk seems to be in the same time and space, but in fact he has experienced different encounters in different time periods.
For example, the Loucheng monk who warned Tang Zhen that the other party might have tried to escape from prison countless times, but all ended in failure.
That's why he was so insensitive and indifferently watched Tang Zhen save himself, but didn't think he had any chance of success.
Other indifferent prisoners should have suffered the same thing.
The more times of death, the greater the damage to the soul. As the cycle of death continues, the monks will completely perish.
Although the time of encountering the accident is the same, the time of entry may not be the same. It only takes a difference of three to five years for the situation to become completely different.
This is the uncertainty of time. Tang Zhen may be luckier and entered later than others.
Perhaps the luckier guy arrived later than Tang Zhen.
At that time, Tang Zhen, who has experienced repeated failures and finally became desperate and discouraged, will also become one of the prisoners of despair.
They will watch the escape performance of the latecomers with a cold and numb expression, and warn the other party that there is no possibility of success.