Chapter 78 The Queen’s Inheritance (17)

A group of young women in priestly suits walked from the streets in the mist, each of whom was covered in black eye masks like Aya, which showed their identity - the Dragon Ant Queen's Holy Fire Virgin.

"I sensed that someone here, it turned out to be you, Aya." The leader of the Holy Fire Virgin stepped forward and smiled slightly at Aya.

"Prince Nazha." Aya stood up straight and bowed in panic.

"It just so happens that we need manpower. Come here and follow us to the holy fire in the crack of the ground." Priest Nazha nodded slightly and turned around proudly, but he did not expect Aya to follow him.

"I...my companions are still here, I have to tell them." Aya said in a trembling voice.

"No need." Priest Nazha said coldly.

Another virgin of the Holy Fire beside him whispered in the ear of Priest Nazha: "Take them with you too, the offering is not enough."

Priest Nazha paused, turned around and said to Aya, "Okay, then bring your companions with you too."

"What do you... do you want to do?" The word "sacrifice" evoked the fear deep in Aya's heart. She swallowed and asked in fear.

"Instead of caring for others, you should care about yourself." Priest Nazha "looked directly at Aya, as if he saw the fear on the girl's face through the black gauze in front of him, "Be obedient, otherwise you will be sacrificed too."

Ayass shrank for a moment and said, "No, virgins must not kill virgins, otherwise the injuries I have suffered will be taken on you; you must not steal my eye mask, otherwise your eye mask will fall."

"I'm very familiar with the precepts." Priest Nazha sneered and "looked at" her, stroking the necklace hanging on his chest with his left hand. It was a lifelike eyeball. "I can't steal your eye mask, but I will let you take it down by yourself, be a breaker, and become the lowest honey ant. Come and hang her up!"

Several virgins of the Holy Fire rushed forward, and Aya tried to struggle, but she had just joined the team of virgins of the Holy Fire. She had only learned the precepts and could not borrow a little from the power of the Dragon Ant Queen. How could she be the opponent of these virgins with great qualifications? After a while, she was hung on the beam of the house and screamed weakly: "Let me down, let me down! What are you going to do?!"

"I will give you one last chance. Are you willing to give up everything you have as a virgin of the Holy Fire, betray the tyrannical dragon ant queen, and turn to the devil of power, and live in a carefree and carefree ideal country from now on?" Nacha asked solemnly.

Ideal country?

This term is almost the origin of her life's tragedy. When she was young, her father abandoned his wife and son to pursue the legendary ideal country, and never returned. The ideal country at that time did not belong to the power demon, but it was also fascinating. Aya thought about it for many years. Is the illusory dream world really better than this world? Or is human nature so weak that even a slim glimmer of beautiful hope is enough to make people struggle to escape the reality of suffering, rush to heaven, or to hell.

And what about her? Is she...so?

Should we join these Virgins of the Holy Fire and be a believer in an ideal country, or to resist to the end?

"Poor child, you probably don't know how cruel fate is, so let you experience it a little." Priest Nazha said softly, taking the whip from the hands of another Virgin of the Holy Fire. She held the whip with her right hand and held the eyeball hanging on her chest with her left hand, and put it to her mouth and kissed her gently, "My master, my Majesty, please give me the power of patience."

With her prayer-like spell, she raised her right hand high and whipped Aya hard on the thigh with a whip.

With a crisp "pop", Aya screamed in pain, and a hideous blood mark appeared on her thigh.

Priest Nazha shook slightly, and a exactly the same blood mark appeared at the same position on the same thigh. However, unlike Aya's miserableness, she did not seem to feel the pain, and picked up a whip and whipped the second whip mark on Aya's body.

Aya cried and struggled and twisted, but her body was hung firmly. No matter how she escaped, the whip was still whipped on her body. This biting pain made her feel in pain.

In the dark room, torture continued, whip hitting the flesh, tearing the girl's skin, and scraping out bloody wounds.

"How is it? Have you thought it through?" Priest Nacha asked after more than a dozen whippings.

Aya hung her head dyingly, without saying a word.

This silence of resistance made Priest Nazha frown unhappily, and raised his arms to teach her a little more lesson, but the Virgin of the Holy Fire beside him stopped her: "Come on, you're hurt too."

Priest Nazha stroked the wound on her body. Under the protection of the token, she could not feel the pain, but the wound still existed.

However, she didn't care about these minor injuries. With the token of the Demon King of Power, it was only a blink of an eye to heal these wounds.

She held up the eyeballs on her chest again, and used her lips to drop a kiss on the air-dried eyeballs. The eyeballs emitted a faint light, which curled her over her body, and she was healed in a few breaths.

"Aya, what are you still hesitating about? The Holy Fire is about to be extinguished - we all know how to extinguish it - the Dragon Ant Queen is also dead, and the existence of this field is meaningless. Why not stop stubbornly and turn toward the great ideal country? From then on, we can remove our blindfold without being punished, and do not need to serve the increasingly weaker and weaker Holy Fire tremblingly, for fear that it will be extinguished one day, and we can even be free to be with the person we love. Isn't this beautiful? Isn't it worth yearning?" Nacha asked, a dreamy smile appeared on his face.

Aya lowered her head, and the wound made her breathing look like a torture. In the continuous torture, she was vague and confused.

"So, you betrayed the Queen?" Aya asked weakly.

"Betrayal? It was originally a loyalty under violent oppression. How about betrayal?" Priest Nacha giggled, "I never want to be a virgin. I hate such a boring life, and I hate myself! Why do I waste my youth here in vain, and why do I have to guard this flame that is destined to be extinguished!"

"No one forced you to do this. Take off your blindfold and be an ordinary person. Are you willing?" Aya asked back.

Priest Nazha choked, and they all knew what it meant to remove the blindfold.

It means that they will become a vicious person. Not to mention the biting pain when taking off the eye mask, after taking off the eye mask, runes that show their identity as a virgin of the virgin will appear around their eye sockets. From then on, they will no longer be able to enjoy everything as a virgin of the Holy Fire. Instead, they live in a dark nest like those honey ant girls, offering fresh blood to the dragon ant queen, and died of exhaustion within a few years.

This fear hangs high above their heads every day, so that these virgins of the Holy Fire who betrayed the Dragon Ant Queen did not dare to rashly remove their blindfolds - this was a fear they could not overcome.

"Of course I don't want it. Humans have the recklessness of betrayal, but they don't have the courage to face everything. It's ridiculous." The little girl's voice came, and the valentines of the Holy Fire in the room were all shocked, and no one noticed her arrival.

The little queen looked at the group of people calmly, with a faint disdain in her eyes: "Good evening, betrayal cowards."

Priest Nazha's chest kept rising and falling in anger. She grinned and asked Aya: "Is this your companion? That's great..."

As she said that, she appeared behind the little queen and strangled her neck with a whip: "She is not a valentine of the Holy Fire, so kill her first!"

"Blood is useful, don't bleed, hang her!" another virgin of the Holy Fire reminded.

"Of course." Priest Nazha smiled strangely, stroking the little queen's face with his fingers, "Poor little thing, where did you come from? This is not a good place."

"Stop! Don't hurt her!" Aya screamed.

"Then take off your blindfold!" Priest Nazha ordered.

In the darkness, Aya actually couldn't see anything. Her eye mask was blocked from her sight, but in the dark she seemed to be able to see the little queen, and she also saw herself, who had not yet been blindfolded and knelt down to the Dragon Ant Queen to swore allegiance.

Before she knew it, tears had soaked the eye mask. In these few seconds, her heart was tormented as if it was being scorched. She took off her eye mask and let the runes symbolizing the breaking of the rage be engraved around her eyes. From then on, she will never enjoy all the glory of being a virgin of the Holy Fire...

But she always remembered that she vowed to be loyal to the Queen.

Survival or destruction?

Aya recalled the day when she became the virgin of the Holy Fire, the elderly Dragon Ant Queen stood on the platform and looked down at the group of selected girls: "From today, you will be my virgin of the Holy Fire. You have bid farewell to your parents and people, and will live in the ground forever, and will never see the sun again. You will serve the Holy Fire for life and protect it forever. I give you glory and shackles, but all this is your own choice. Now, swear, swear to be loyal to me, to the holy fire, to the precepts, to the underground ant city."

That day, she was filled with excitement and read her vow for the better life she was about to have.
Chapter completed!