Chapter 79 The Queen’s Inheritance (18)

"Okay, I promise you." Tears couldn't stop flowing down Aya's eyes, and the dry eye mask penetrated. She replied in a hoarse voice.

The vain girls of the Holy Fire chuckled with smugness and put Aya off the beam. She was covered in whip and couldn't stand, and she knelt weakly on the ground, trembling helplessly.

She stroked the eye mask, and the thin black cloth gave her a comfortable life and imprisoned her freedom. She also felt disgust and hatred, but in the end, she was still grateful.

Now, she's going to take it off.

Aya's trembling hands groped behind her head, and easily touched the cold metal knot. For her, it was not a knot, but a sharp blade, a silver needle that stabbed people, and a taboo that was not touchable. Her arms were trembling, and her internal organs were tangled and cramped.

The virgins of the Holy Fire were impatient and whipped another whip on her shoulder. She whined and pulled it hard, and the knot collapsed.

The thin eye mask fell from her face and fell lightly to the ground. The bone-killing pain that was caused by the breaking of the law jumped up like a bone-attached gangrene. Tens of millions of needles burned by flames were pierced around her eye sockets, and even into her eyes, piercing her pupils and piercing them into her brain. The severe pain made her wish to dig out her eyeballs and scream heart-wrenchingly.

She tried her best to open her eyes. In her eyes blurred by tears, she saw four saint fire virgins in the dim room, and the little queen standing in front of her like a shadow.

Is she looking at her? Such an idea flashed through Aya's heart, and then she was knocked down by unbearable pain, covering her face and rolling and screaming on the ground. It was like a burning iron imprinted around her eyes, and the sign of betrayal appeared on her face. She screamed in pain.

"Look, a poor honey ant. The precepts can no longer protect you, you can only be slaughtered. From then on, no matter where you go, you will be a despised person who will be despised, because you have betrayed the oath of a virgin." Priest Nazha condescendingly "looked" at Aya who was spasming and twitching on the ground, and declared mercifully the punishment she was going to suffer.

Aya sobbed and moaned, begging, "I didn't...I didn't betray the queen...let her go, don't hurt her."

Priest Nazha giggled: "No one of you can go."

As she said that, she picked up the whip again, swayed gently, and slapped the little queen's neck. The little queen didn't move, as if she was indifferent to what happened to her.

"No! No! You promised me and let her go!" Aya struggled to get up from the ground despite the severe pain, trying to rush up to pull Priest Nazha away.

Nazha frowned, whipped her whip, and threw Aya to the ground: "A breaker, what qualifications do you have to negotiate with me?! Since you don't want to see her die, I can open the door and let you die in front of her."

As she said that, she held a whip in her hand and walked to Aya in three or two steps, lowered her head and looked at Aya who was lying on the ground in a mess: "Do you have any last words to explain?"

Aya stumbled her lips and murmured like a dream: "No, don't... don't hurt her, she... she is... she is the Dragon Ant Queen..."

The valentines of the Holy Fire in the room laughed and said unhurriedly: "Oh my God, this poor honey ant is already crazy. Wake up, the queen is dead, and there will be no more dragon ant queens. Only the glory of the ideal country will come to this dark world!"

As he said that, Priest Nacha raised his whip, and the evil black light condensed on the whip, attaching terrible power to it. As long as the whip is whipped, the fragile human girl who has no strength to protect her will die.

Aya opened her painful eyes, looked at the whip that was about to fall, and closed her eyes in despair...

At the last moment of her life, what she recalled was the traveler who had met her in the vast desert.

During the joyful bonfire festival of the Valentine tribe, he sat alone on a cliff away from the village, watching the lively scene from afar. At that time, she, who was about to be dedicated to the Dragon Ant Queen, chose to escape in fear and anxiety, and then met him.

He gently listened to her confusion and pain, and did not accuse her of weakness and escape, but pointed out the way forward for her and brought her faith.

He said that no one should bear this pain, and so do you.

The teachings he gave her were always carried by her, even though she could no longer read the text on it.

Where did he go? Did he find his lover? Is he doing well now?

Aya pressed her hand on her shoulder bag. The sacred sacred inside gave her courage and peace. She suddenly didn't feel so sad. She had done what she wanted to do, just like when she returned to the tribe and decided to take on her own responsibilities. She once vowed to be loyal, so she shouldn't feel regretful to die to protect the queen.

The expected severe pain did not come. With a "bang", a gunshot, warm liquid splashed on Aya's face. She opened her eyes blankly and blurred that a figure who could not see clearly on the windowsill of the backlight rushed in, and another shot shot exploded the head of another saint fire virgin.

The remaining two valentines of the Holy Fire screamed, one pulled out her weapon, the other folded her hands on her chest, silently chanting the prayer spell, allowing the order power belonging to the Dragon Ant Queen to create a safe barrier for them - a mysterious force cut off her connection with the origin of order, and the spell actually failed!

How could Qileren give them time to react? He pulled the trigger again and shot through the heart of the Virgin of the Holy Fire with two bangs.

The Holy Fire Virgin, who was silently reciting the barrier spell, fell down in disbelief, and was still murmuring "This is impossible" and "The spell cannot be invalid" before he died.

The little queen looked at the one-sided massacre that happened in this room coldly, without saying a word, as if everything had nothing to do with her.

Aya was still kneeling on the ground, and the pain around her eyes made her close her eyes again. She covered her face and started crying in the joy of surviving the disaster.

Qi Leren, who had just dealt with the tree-shaped demon, rushed back to save people, was glad that he arrived in time. He walked gently to Aya and squatted down: "How are you?"

Aya covered her eyes, shook her head and sobbed.

"It's okay, they are all dead, don't cry." Qi Leren patted Aya on the shoulder and comforted softly.

The gentle voice aggravated the pain in Aya's heart. She hugged him and leaned against his shoulder and cried sadly. Tears slid from her burning eyes. The girl cried heartbrokenly, as if she wanted to vent all the inhuman torture she suffered.

Qi Leren didn't know what was going on, so he turned around and looked at the little queen at a loss.

"She betrayed the Vajra of the Holy Fire Virgin and took off her blindfold. From then on, she will be a despicable breaker." The little queen paused, "—to save me."

The girl who was crying with her shoulders was trembling all over her body, and the physical pain and psychological pain were intertwined, making her cry like breathlessly.

"Okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay, Aya, you're a good girl, you're very brave." Qi Leren held her shoulder and asked her to stand up, looking at the red mark of the Breaker on her face. "It's very beautiful, Aya, don't be ashamed of it. This is a proof of your bravery. You should stand up with your head held high and your chest. I'm proud of you."

Aya closed her eyes and did not dare to look at Qi Leren, but it was miraculous. The voice of the young man in her ear calmed her painful soul. She asked timidly: "Really?"

The man smiled and replied, "Of course it's true. You're doing it right. You're a brave and good girl. Okay, don't cry anymore. Come on, smile.

Aya closed her eyes tightly and showed a tearful smile: "Thank you... Thank you..."

There was once a strange traveler who saved her soul and brought her a girl's ignorant longing and hope.

Just today, another kind stranger saved her from desperate situations, comforted her, praised her, and encouraged her.
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