Chapter 303 Edwards' New Prisoner

Edwards didn't like the underground.

Both the smelly dwarves and the strange alchemical substances growing upwards made him feel sick.

But he needed them, and he had to go underground.

Just like he needed Chude Osmar to deal with some problems for him now.

The black wizard wiped his hands, picked up the whip he brought down from the surface, and walked towards his new prisoner.

Chude Osmar was lying in his carefully built underground prison, with his limbs chained to a special torture rack. His expression was no longer as glorious as before in Revo. If he could be described as thin before, he now looked like a bunch of withered weeds.

A person who has completely lost his faith and strength is what he is now.

In addition, his little finger on his right hand is also missing.

Edwards waved the whip in the air at his face a few times, and suddenly put his hand down without interest.

He had enjoyed such pleasure enough in the past.

"Do you know? Your people have stronger determination than you. Even if I torture them in every way, they are unwilling to share their power with me."

Osmar raised his head and looked at the ancient liar.

"Are you mocking me?"

"If you think so, then so." Edwards laughed unabashedly. In this country on the surface, those puppets who had long forgotten their nature were not worth any expression from him. These guys who still had resistance consciousness were precious.

However, there should not be too many such people.

"But, for those who serve me, I never hesitate to pay."

Osmar sneered.

Don't believe the words of those who enslave demons. This is common sense in the mystical world.

They themselves are the first to be attacked by demons. In order to restore the stimulation of emotions and desires, they can do anything, just like those addicts who use laudanum excessively. They can even tell lies that cannot be recognized by magic.

What happened to those who believed in Edwards' lies? He had seen it when he experienced the underground tunnel.

If he had discovered this earlier and not been deceived by the lies of the past, he would not be here now.

Edwards did not care about Osmar's doubts. He just enjoyed the pleasure of communicating with "equal beings".

"Whether you believe me or not, I will keep my promise. When we return to the world and build a new kingdom, you will become the second most honorable person in this country after me. This is the same as we agreed back then."

They had met before. As an intelligent beast serving a foreign god, Osmar also had the talent to sense the fairyland.

At that time, Edwards did not have any hope for this young monkey, but after spending hundreds of years in the fairyland, it actually opened the door to the fairyland and came to him in person. Edwards had to praise this miracle.

The race to which Osmar belonged was the vassal of the ancient twin gods of fate. When that god was still alive, the power that these servants could use was extremely powerful, and the army of the First Empire did not dare to invade Gudinon. But when the gods they believed in disappeared, part of their souls were also taken away, and they fell from the upper to the beast, and never recovered from it.

But the followers of the gods are always special.

The followers of the God of Destiny still have the power to pluck the strings of fate with their palms.

Therefore, they have become one of the best spellcasting materials in the world.

The hands of glory made from their palms are called "Monkey's Paw of Destiny" and have the ability to fulfill wishes.

But living ones can also be used.

"What wish do you want to make again?" Osmar asked annoyedly. "Or did the last wish fail?"

His palm tied with the chain clenched reflexively, and he felt a phantom pain at the broken part of his fingers. He began to miss Quoke.

Edwards slowly began to pace in this cage: "No, no, it didn't fail, but it wasn't successful either. There are many people in the world who visited our country, but they are all useless. This is not what I thought."

"Destiny is like this, no one can have everything they want."

"The king can!" Edwards suddenly stopped, pulled Osmar's collar and looked at him: "The king can."

There was a kind of madness in his seemingly pure gray eyes. Osmar looked at these eyes and suddenly laughed.

"What are you laughing at?"

The monkey's tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes: "I'm laughing at myself, hahahahahaha"

He didn't lie, Edwards judged so with the help of the power of the devil.

Since he was not laughing at himself, this matter was insignificant. Edwards began to pace again to express his recent anxiety.

When Osmar's laughter stopped, he took the initiative to ask: "If I further modify my wish, what if I don't want to see someone who can take me out of the fairyland, but to make a wish to reach the present world directly?"

"Then you will die."

"Then I want to reach the present world safely."

"Then the exit of the fairyland may appear on a deserted island overseas, or in an ancient ruins sealed underground. You will reach the present world safely, but this comfort is only temporary. You will be trapped in the same place for dozens or hundreds of years until your life ends. And this is only because your fate has nothing to do with reality, and if you want to force change, you must pay a price."

"You are threatening me." Edwards' face became ugly.

But in reality, he knew what Osmar said was true, and that pissed him off even more.

Osmar looked at him mockingly, as if the two identities had been reversed: "Perhaps someone who can help you has visited your country, but you happened to miss him. This is the fickleness of fate, even if I tried Mastering your destiny, didn’t you still appear here in the end?”

The followers of the God of Destiny are scattered and declining. This is the greatest mockery of fate.

Edwards remembered something and asked another question.

"There are several outsiders coming to my country. They entered the fairyland in the same body as you. They should be the sacrifices you mentioned, right? If I let them see you and allow them to torture you, will your motivation to help me be reduced? More sufficient?" At the end of the sentence, his teasing expression was undisguised.

"I would like to meet them now." This was Osmar's answer.

This sincere answer immediately bored Edwards, and he planned to make a new wish.

"Then this time, I'll change the place."

He snapped his fingers, and a cluster of sparks spurted out from his fingertips and turned into flames on Osmar's right hand. His right hand, covered with many blood scabs, twitched crazily in the flames. Osmar's forehead was covered with glistening sweat in just a few seconds, and the chains locking his limbs also made bursts of noise.

At the same time, his right thumb gradually turned to ashes in the flames.

As a sacrifice to modify destiny, the lost parts of Osmar can never be regained, even in Wonderland.

"I want those Morel people to be attached to this country forever." Edwards looked at the flames and made a new wish.

He has been fighting against the Morel people underground in this country for hundreds of years. People with the Secret Blade have very strong resistance to the power of demons. He has not been able to completely regain them yet, but he has also made them Becoming weak and not as strong as before.

However, this weakness cannot reduce the confrontational psychology of this stubborn race.

A year ago, Homeoma, the former captain of the kingdom's guard, even rushed to the palace and tried to assassinate him, so he ordered Homeoma to be tied to a stake in the field as a scarecrow for three years.

There is no death in Wonderland, so punishment is cheap.

Edwards is tired of the cat-and-mouse game. When Chud Osmar's right thumb completely disappeared in the firelight, he finally felt relaxed.

Because of the constant confrontation between these dwarves, he has been investing most of his energy underground. Now he could withdraw some of his overseers to the surface and control the new king for him.

"By the way, I made your sacrifice a king. If he is obedient, I may make him a prince after returning to the living world."

Faced with Edwards's sarcasm, Osmar closed his eyes and never answered again.

Edwards walked out of the room. Two servants who were exceptionally tall and had deformed faces bent down and saluted. They looked at him with hatred in their eyes, but he ignored them.

"You go and notify the other guardians in the shallow area and ask them to return to the surface."

The two servants nodded, but one of them asked: "When can the things you promised us be fulfilled?"

"When I find a way to open the door to fairyland, I will remove your protection. At that time, you can freely become the angels in your teachings." Edwards told them with certainty.

The two servants finally nodded with satisfaction, each found a direction to move forward, and disappeared at the fork in the road.

The black cat-snake chimera emerged from the shadow and wrapped around Edwards' arm. He stroked the thief worm's head and couldn't help but sigh.

"Compared to these greedy guys, you are more reliable."

Boom!

The tall body in servant attire fell heavily in the tunnel, making the already narrow passage even more difficult to pass.

Priest Louis watched calmly as the dwarves divided the body into several sections and took them to different passages for burial, leaving only the recovering head in place.

He picked up the head and examined it, and found that the degree of deformity on it was already very deep, and it was only one step away from turning into a monster. Perhaps Edwards used this to blackmail them into doing things for him.

"You killed an overseer, but Edwards will find out about the rebellion, right?"

"Please be careful with your words, plainsmen!" Hohomer shouted: "This is not a rebellion, we are not betraying anyone, we just want to take back our country!"

Another dwarf swung the pickaxe, and the tip penetrated Louis' head again, and the brains splashed all over the priest's face.