139 076. Rescue -2 Part One

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Ruppel’s whole body shivered as he scanned his new surroundings. He was currently stuck inside a prison cell filled with mouldy smell.

He could see a prisoner and burly torturer wearing a leather hood beyond the steel bars of the cell on the other side.

The torturer was busy whipping the prisoner without even a hint of mercy. The more the poor man’s scream reverberated throughout the prison, the greater Ruppel’s fear grew in his heart.

No matter where he looked, this place looked like a torture chamber designed solely for the purpose of tormenting and hurting the unlucky prisoners.

“Dammit, to think it’s that angel! Such a nonsensical tale was true all along?! Fine, we shall flee from this place. At least we must secure the Third Imperial Prince before escaping from here!”

A rotund man and a bunch of Necromancers escorting him abruptly barged into the torture chamber that also served as a prison. He was none other than Evelyum’s castellan.

While not even bothering to hide his pale complexion, he angrily kicked the torturer in the leg. “Hurry up and open the cell! Or it’ll be you who dies next!”

Ruppel quickly cried out as the fear of getting tortured in this place quickly overtook his rationale.

“What are you doing! Drag him outside already! We don’t have time for this rubbish! We need to flee from this place before that deranged serial murderer finds us first!”

The castellan’s angry yell prompted the torturer to grab Ruppel’s hair and proceed to drag the latter away.

Even now, the figure of Evelyum’s castellan was trembling away in anxiousness, all because of a communique that had arrived earlier in the day.

It said…

-Immediately locate the Crown Imperial Prince and the individual suspected of being the Third Imperial Prince. Upon failure to do so, a military attack against the city will immediately commence.

The army led by King Rahamma was apparently headed this way.

The reason? Evidently, the Imperial Family members of the Theocratic Empire were hiding somewhere in the city of slaves, Evelyum.

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At the earliest, the king’s army should arrive at dawn, which was in a few hours. This meant that the castellan had to flee from the city before they showed up.

Just as Ruppel began crying out in desperation…

The torturer’s head suddenly exploded into gory bits. Blood rained down everywhere, belatedly followed by the noise of a single gunshot.

The castellan who witnessed this sight froze up stiffly on the spot and turned his head like a broken doll. The angel raiding the fortress was standing in front of his eyes.

…While holding a tall shield and pointing at him with the muzzle of a big musket, no less.

The armoured creature’s eyes gleamed sharply under the helm as divinity-laden breaths exhaled out from the open gap of the armour.

The castellan freaked out in terror and pointed at the angel. “Uwaaahk?! Kill, kill that thing, now!”

However, before the Necromancers had a chance to raise their staves, the musket’s trigger was pulled first. The loud gunshot noise created by the ‘Burst Fire’ skill rocked the hallway.

A terrifying noise resounded out and a portion of the prison exploded into bits, creating a huge hole in the wall.