Lord Evil God has always been a man of his word.

He has always been clear about rewards and punishments for those around him. He must give rewards when he has done something, regardless of whether the other person wants it or not. This is a matter of principle.

On the night of arriving at the Maw, Fenner's "reward" was finally given, but of course not in the way she hoped.

The whole process of "talking therapy" by the pirates made the elf warrior deeply realize his mistake. After a fierce exchange of opinions, the idiot warrior decided to change his mind and save himself from the "hell of Slaanesh".

She wanted to return to her original career as a vigorous warrior, and she could no longer indulge in male sex.

Blake looked at Fenner who was weak and tired and fell asleep, and thought in his mind that after this "teaching", this elf warrior would probably not cause any trouble again for a long time.

The greedy queen who wants to eat him up completely has Xal'atas - one is enough, and even the evil god can't bear another one."

Do you want to come with me to meet the mysterious Talisman Carver?"

Blake squatted beside the sofa, took out a blanket from his bag and put it on Fenner's body that still had the mark of bondage. He kissed the Warrior Queen's wet hair tenderly and asked in a low voice: "Maybe you can ask it to help you.

Forging a few pieces of equipment or something, he is the best forger in this star. If you miss this time, you will never have the chance again."

"You stay away from me!

Take away your devilish chains!

I hate you!"

The Warrior Queen couldn't even open her eyes at this moment. She had never experienced such fatigue since she started to be a warrior.

She doesn't want to think about anything right now, she just wants to have a good sleep."

Hmm, is it round?"

Blake reached out and placed his hand on the chain of control wrapped around Fenner's ankle. When he pulled away from the death artifact, the warrior queen's body instinctively trembled a few times.

She looked at the unspectacular black chain with fear in her eyes.

She never thought that there was such a thing in the world that could strip her of all her power from a powerful demigod warrior to an elf sister who was too fragile to resist in an instant."

If you still don't obey me in the future.

.

."

Blake waved the chain of dominance in front of Fenner's eyes, causing the stupid warrior to huddle up on the sofa in fear, trembling like a defeated elf cat."

Very good, that thing used to be called 'Fenna's Noble Phantasm'." The evil god laughed, wrapped the chain of control around his wrist, and gently picked up Fenna and walked into the bathroom. You were resting with sweat all over your body.

It needs to be cleaned up afterwards.

Be a good elf who loves cleanliness."

Rest and go out for a walk."

Sagra put her sleepy sister under the bed, covered you with a quilt and kissed your rough forehead. Before the health of the chain of control disappeared, Fenna slowly regained her energy. You actually want to

You want to go out with your brother, but the mental exhaustion makes it really suitable for you to go out.

Is there a difference between day and night in that ghost place of the Maw? It is like a small version of Hades. Or maybe Hela borrowed the style of the Maw when shaping the Hades. In short, there is always a bright and bright world outside of despair.

It will indeed be very comfortable if you stay there for a long time.

Looking in from the low point of the Dominion Sanctuary, one can see the entire scenery of the Maw. In addition to the small land suspended in the interrealm like floating islands, there are many suspended spiers in the sky of the hell world.

Blackett's Tower of Sinful Souls is only the smallest of those spiers, not all of them.

There are also some large low towers used to imprison fellow souls scattered throughout the Maw. They are suspended in the air like flying creatures, and there are no thick chains of control around them to bind them.

There are also some unique cages that are also bound by chains and hung upside down. There is not a suffering soul in each cage. The souls who receive such treatment are by no means special.

They all belong to Dingding outside their respective worlds; small-name characters are either heroes who have saved the world or villains who have destroyed the world. Their legendary experiences have given them a submissive will and strong psychic power.

After draining their anima, Warden Zoval was disgusted and imprisoned them outside those cages, letting them take a good look at what kind of world they had fallen into, and crushing their minds to facilitate the same process as before.

Extract.

Anima.

That is the only and eternal power in that world of death. It is the strengthened product of Death Ji Ling, just like the relationship between Arcane Ji Ling and magic power."

Let you out!

Ask for some extra money!"

"Hey, this guy over here, help you, open the cage, and give him all your treasures."

"handsome guy!

Look over there!

Does he need male slaves?

Release you and you let him experience true heaven."

When Ji Lingqiu was walking on the inner platform of the Sanctuary of Control, the souls outside the hanging cages around him stopped their little tricks and screamed one after another as if they had seen a savior.

They are either praying or threatening, just hoping that Sagra can release them from those cages. Although they can't escape from the Maw if they are released, for those souls who are not too slow to be tortured and go crazy, they can leave.

The cages they were tortured in were a lucky thing."

Have they seen a Venthyr prince punished out there?"

Sagra turned to look at these howling souls, and I asked: "My name is Reinasol, and I am a little Jiwu."

"You have seen me locked outside the cage next to you. This is a stubborn and lucky idiot. I ran away. It is said that I also planned to resist the owner outside."

A weird spirit like an octopus was grabbing onto the cage and screaming, but the information it provided was not what Sargera wanted, so the pirates ignored it.

Amidst the scolding and cursing of these souls, the Evil God villain quickly walked into the lower part of the Sanctuary of Domination, and then led by the Abyssworn into the Tower of Blackett's Sinful Souls.

That low tower is the iconic building in the Maw.

It is an eternal cage shaped by Zoval himself to imprison these worthless souls. The souls that can be imprisoned there are truly "high-quality".

The spiritual steel armor that was suppressed before being squeezed clean was forged into the elite warriors under Zoval's command.

The interior of that low tower is intricate and complex. As far as Sagra knows, there are only a dozen or so interrogation places that are similar to each other on the outside. It is obviously that magic similar to space chaos has been cast inside, and its real area is comparable to

- Such a small kingdom for a big one.

The elite guards of the Abyss Legion are outside, and the warriors under Zoval are guarding various key points. Their strength is generally inferior to that of the Death Demigod, even if the Burning Legion wants to break through the low tower from the inside.

It's simply possible.

The outside and the Sanctuary of Control together form the foundation of the rule of the King of the Abyss.

To the people inside, that intricate and simple low tower is not a mist that can be seen through. If you wander around in it for a long time, you will lose your way. But when Sagra came there, it was as strange as when he came back.

I even declined the guide suggestions from several Deepsworn Liches and strolled behind my back with my hands behind my back, disappearing under the path of the low tower filled with the wails of souls and the gloomy aura.

All the way up.

Ten minutes ago, Sagra stood at the back of a small closed hall.

Guarding outside is a scorched Titan with a lower body. Its claws are covered with inspiration claw blades shaped by sharp spikes. One blow of this terrifying weapon is enough to shatter a hill.

The eyes of its exaggerated skull are shining with scarlet light, indicating that it is a cruel and ruthless killing machine. It is the gatekeeper of Ji Lingqiu Tower and the Tower of Sinful Souls, and it is also the weakest one created by Zoval himself. King of Titans.

It stared down at Sagra, and Sagra also looked at it.

This sentimental aura and brutal power have left the Evil God villain with no inspiration. Maybe I should unleash my creativity and use my own power to create some titans for fighting and fighting.

Hmm, thinking about it, maybe Drake, who is still taking a nap in Azeroth, has no room to retreat."

"Wow!" Sagra waved the chain of dominance presented by Zoval. It was like a token of passage. The cruel and affectionate eyes of Taragru, the Titan King behind his eyes, suddenly became docile. He even bent over his terrifying head and supported his body with both hands to express his surrender to the visitor behind him.

Sagra's eyes narrowed.

I suddenly realized the weakest point of the scorched Titan that Zoval had designed and built that could level everything.

Those guys lacked a lot of wisdom. Of course, for the barbaric force they prepared, lack of wisdom was no big deal. Anyway, they only had to go all the way down the battlefield to clear the way for the Yusworn army.

But in the face of an existence like the evil god, there is a terrible flaw in being rational.

I glanced at the chain of control in my hand, and suddenly came up with a rather timid idea. However, considering that the leader of Zoval Pavilion might be hiding under his throne to spy on me, the pirate temporarily gave up the temptation. An attempt."

Yes, it's not like that, good dog."

Ji Lingqiu waved the chain, causing the scorched Titan behind her eyes to move out of the way.

I walked into the dusty small hall in small steps. Before finishing the dark stairs, I stepped off a low platform that seemed to be suspended in the endless void. I saw this person kneeling at the end of the platform, seemingly in silence. A strange figure praying.

Togasma.

This fierce female force who was sent to the kingdom of death by my own hands and kicked the Eternal Arbitrator to a halt, which directly caused the imbalance of order in the Shadow Realm, was hiding quietly in this place.

Robe is the state of the spirit body.

But the influence of evil energy has not yet been stripped away, and Ji Ling's soul has returned to its pure form. On the outside, he is not a weak and strong giant with bulging muscles. He wears simple but practical armor and has a lightning-like appearance. A horned iron helmet, with blue starry sea light emerging from his eyes, and a lush golden beard on top of the helmet.

When Sagra walked down the stairs, Togasma felt a strange atmosphere. When the pirates approached the robe, the spirit of Ji Ling, who maintained the posture of a meditator, said in a high tone: "His friends are persuading You join the robes, but the robes are willing to tell you what they are planning to do."

"People are like this sometimes. The villain Togasma, especially Degrama, is very good at deceiving us with lies. The encounter with villain Natsius should make him learn to be vigilant.

But every word spoken by this king of sin is believed."
To be continued...