Section 3 Iron Virgin

The Inquisition is located in a monastery in the southwest suburbs of the city-state. This monastery is not so much a religious building as a military bunker. It not only builds tall and thick walls, but also has high arrow towers on all sides. Outside the monastery, a deep artificial river is also dug as a moat. When someone wants to enter, he must pass through a suspension bridge at the city gate. Therefore, not only can the enemy not easily break through the Taoist practice.

The courtyard, and the prisoners inside could not escape. This is the Inquisition of the Porus, which has become the hell of the earth. On the surface, this monastery is no different from the monasteries in other places. The arched dome monastery, the stone pillar corridors made of stone, wearing white monks' costumes, keeping silent monks walking in groups of three or three, but under the ground of this monastery is a fully decorated dungeon.

"Tsk tsk, isn't this the proud Lord Nilulas? Why are you so much lost after a few days?" Nilulas saw a man with a scar on his face standing outside the iron cage from under his wet and lice-covered hair. Nilulas was tortured in a town dungeon. After being transported to Porus by a prison van, he was locked up in an iron cage hanging in the air with iron chains. In this iron cage, Nilulas could not stand or lie down completely. There were many such hanging iron cages around him. There were living people and dead people in the iron cage. Most of the living people were only breathing, while the dead were skeleton racks swaying in the air very crawlingly.

"Let my child go away." Nirulas said in a fury. His eyes had begun to diverge, and his pupils were often not focused together, and he looked at the man in front of him in a vague state.

"Don't worry, we have special care for him. Do you know that although many heresies have been detained here, they have never been such a young guy. I heard that the jailers have started betting to see how long he can last. I wonder if you are interested?" The man said with a cruel smile.

"Bastard, beast." Nilulas suddenly stretched out his thin and lonely hands, grabbed the railing of the iron cage tightly, and shook the iron cage angrily, which swung back and forth in the shaking.

"Hahaha." Looking at the miserable appearance of the former noble city councillor, the man felt a sense of pleasure. In just a few days, this noble nobleman turned into a lonely soul in a grave. This is the terrible thing about the Inquisition.

"Ah~~~~." The sound of whipping in the Inquisition and the screams of people came one after another. This place was like the deepest hell, where men and women were punished by the church the most severe punishment, and this place can be said to be the darkest place in the church.

"Mom~~." In one of the cages, Little Randolph lay on the cold ground. His thin body was trembling in the cold, and his big eyes stared at the rusty iron railings with a dull eyes. In the past few days, he felt that he had fallen from heaven to hell, from the heir of the beloved family patriarch, to a pathetic prisoner, separated from his mother.

"Crack~~." The door of the iron prison was opened, and the jailer threw in a piece of hard and black bread. Randolph, who was hungry in his stomach, grabbed the bread and started to chew it, but the bread was too hard, and he could only barely eat a little.

"Hehe, little guy, what's the use of eating so hard?" As Randolph grabbed the bread and ate it, an old voice sounded in the dark corner of the prison.

"I want to live." Randolph said strongly as he looked at the old man who was locked up with him, and a bright look was staring at Little Randolph from the dark corner.

"Living? Who doesn't want to live, but why should you live?" The old man suddenly laughed. In his opinion, it was already amazing that such a young man could not cry or tremble in such a gloomy and terrifying prison.

"I want to take revenge, so I want to survive." Randolph said with a clenched fist.

"Avenge? Who should you avenge?" The old man didn't expect that such a young child would have such a strong hatred.

"Framed my father and all the people who framed my family." Although Randolph was very young, he was a child of a noble family after all. His status as the heir of his family was destined to be an education that ordinary children could receive. His strength in desperate situations is also one of the family's admonitions.

"Well, it's a bit of a heroic meaning, interesting, really interesting, haha~~~." The old man suddenly stood up from the corner. Randolph was surprised to find that the old man's hands and feet were tied with iron chains as thick as his forearms. The strange old man had a flat face that he had never seen before, black eyes and yellow skin, which looked different from the people on the mainland. Is it a devil in hell? When the old man stretched out his right hand with long nails, Randolph screamed in fear.

"Did you hear it?" said the two jailers sitting outside the prison chatting.

"What?"

"The voice of that little child."

"Of course I heard that, you guy is such a villain, throw him into the terrible devil's prison."

"Hehe, I bet almost all my savings to make a bet. How could I let him last too long? But the devil brought by the magistrate is really terrifying. It is said that several senior jailer died at his hands."

"Yes, it is said that it was caught from the Eastern grasslands, and the Holy Father himself has inquired about it. The priests and the inquisitors are still studying the origin of this devil."

"Hehe, I heard that the devil likes the hearts and hearts of children the most, I hope he has a happy meal."

While the two jailers were talking, the old man, who was called the devil, was quickly pointing at Randolph's body with his fingers. Although Randolph wanted to escape the old man's clutch, it was strange that no matter how hard he struggled, he could not get rid of it. It seemed that the old man's hands were really magical.

"You, what are you going to do?" Randolph asked when he finally waited until the old man stopped.

"Well, although it is not a good material for martial arts practice, but fortunately, these Rakshasa ghosts are different from us." The old man said to himself. He has been caught in this strange country for many years. Through learning from the inquisitionists with high hats, he can also use the language of the Rakshasa ghosts. However, no matter how he explains, they will not believe that they are human and forcefully say that they are sent by a devil. Every time they have to chant scriptures around him, he would rather be whipped by them. Compared with this, the old man would rather be whipped by them. He has practiced internal and external qigong and often thinks that the whip is itchy, which makes these inquisitionists even more afraid and just lock the old man up.

"What are you going to do? What is this?" Randolph felt a heat flowing along his body. Although he was afraid of the old man, he felt warm and comfortable all over.

"Boy, you are blessed." The old man thought that he was idle anyway, so he might as well find something to do by himself, explaining the acupuncture points and meridians of the human body to the confusion of the little Randolph. But the old man didn't care about these things just to him remember them. Although Little Randolph didn't know what the old man said at the beginning, he gradually found that his body was getting stronger and stronger through some strange movements, and often felt a warm ball in his lower abdomen. According to the old man, this was qi. In this way, Little Randolph and this strange old man spent a while, and the jailers were very strange to find that Little Randolph had not been killed by the devil.

Suddenly one day, Little Randolph was taken out of prison by a prison guard. He was lifted up by a strong prison guard and dragged forward. Although he learned Qigong from the monster old man, he was young and was lifted up like a chicken in front of the adult prison guard.

"It's really surprising that you can live until now, but it's good that you just happened to see the last scene of your mother." The Inquisition saw Randolph being brought over and said with a smile. The hoarse voice was like a fingernail shaving through the glass, which made people creepy.

"Mom." Randolph was taken to a gloomy prison chamber, full of damp and bloody smell. Dozens of iron chains hang down from the roof, handcuffs and shackles were thrown all over the ground. On the blood-stained wooden chair was sitting a naked woman. The woman's hands and feet were cobbled on the wooden chair. The plump ru room and snow-white body were covered with blood. She was twisted with finger bones. It was obvious that she had suffered great trauma. All the nails of her feet were pulled down. On the ground beside her were placed with iron pliers, which were still stained with flesh and blood. The woman moaned and raised her head. Randolph cried and shouted. It was his once noble mother, but the woman did not react because her ears and eyes were already blinded and deaf.

"Why do you refuse to confess? You can be relieved by admitting your crimes." The Inquisitor shook his head and said to the stubborn woman.

"Sir, the Iron Virgin is ready." said the executioner wearing a black turban.

"Very good, let her repay her sins against the Lord with her blood. The child sees it clearly, ha."

Two jailers pushed up, something like an iron coffin. One side of the iron coffin was shaped like a girl, and the mask was partially portrayed in a subtle and slightly raised manner. The girl seemed to look at Randolph with a smile, but when the jailers opened the iron virgin, a strong smell of blood came to her face. Randolph retching after smelling it.

"Haha, put her in." The Inquisition glanced at Little Randolph, saying as if he wanted to satisfy his perverted mentality.

"No, don't put my mother in." Little Randolph saw the inside of the Iron Virgin, so frightened that he could hardly speak. He saw that the Iron Virgin's sides were covered with dense iron nails. If the person was put in, he would not be tied into a honeycomb. No wonder it was full of blood.

"Yes, sir." The jailer untied the woman's hands and feet, and touched the woman's plump room with malicious intentions. The inquisition saw it and frowned and glared at the jailer a few times. The jailer quickly put the woman in the Iron Virgin. Unlike these jailer who were absolutely fanatical and abstinent, these jailer were normal men.

"Ah~~~~~~~." When the Iron Virgin was locked up, the woman screamed in pain because of the iron nails. Because the mask was partially opened, she could still see her distorted expression because of pain.

"Woo~~~~." Little Randolph knelt on the ground and cried. The inquisitor was satisfied at this time and asked the prison guard to close the mask. When the mask was closed, it meant that the iron nail was stabbed into the person's brain. The person inside ended his life after a period of struggle.
Chapter completed!