The Iron Curtain was completely lowered, and the firelight shone into the space behind the fence, revealing a figure half-kneeling on the ground.

Ricky and Samir stood in front of the cell, staring at him intently.

Thales squinted his eyes and saw the man in the cell clearly in the flickering light.

It was a middle-aged man of considerable age. He knelt on the ground behind the fence, put his hands on his chest, and kept shaking his head, mumbling to himself.

"Of course, I will shoulder my obligations and face my guilt..."

It was as if I didn't hear the Iron Curtain fall, nor did I catch a glimpse of the firelight.

No wonder, Ricky said it sounded like praying.

But……

Thales looked at this man blankly: What is he doing?

Ricky and Samuel looked at each other again, showing doubts about each other.

"Sak...Sak'el?" Samir took a step forward and asked tentatively with a faint emotion.

With previous experience, he was particularly cautious this time and did not even expect a response.

But the man responded.

The man who was kneeling on the ground and muttering slowly stopped what he was saying.

He slowly raised his head and moved his shoulders slightly, like a porter carrying a heavy load.

As he raised his head, Thales saw his appearance clearly.

Brown hair, long face, sharp features.

He looks even younger than Putilai, who looks like a little old man.

Obviously, compared with the seven embarrassed and filthy former members of the royal guard imprisoned above, this man took good care of himself "well". At least his messy hair did not grow to his chest, and the ends of his hair were neatly cut.

There are no traces, and the beard on the chin will not turn into a bird's nest, but only a few inches will be left. Even at a glance, it does not look sallow and thin.

In the center of his forehead, an "s" mark with an everted flesh was clearly visible.

If it weren't for the dirty clothes, stained face, and the odor that couldn't be underestimated, it would be difficult for Thales to even suspect that the person in front of him was a prisoner.

The man stared at the fire in front of him, squinting his eyes with confusion on his face.

After a few seconds, he raised his palm to block the dazzling fire, as if he had just reacted.

"Light...and sound?"

The middle-aged man had a confused expression and seemed a little slow.

"And... people?"

But soon, the man hid his face behind his hands again, pressed his head to the ground, curled up on the ground, and let out a painful whine.

"No no no..."

Samuel and Ricky looked at each other in surprise, not knowing why.

The middle-aged man buried his face in his hands and asked vaguely: "Is this another test for you?"

"Sa...you..." Samir took a step forward and looked at the reaction of the person in front of him in disbelief. He hesitated to speak, but finally accepted his words:

"What test?"

In just a few seconds, the middle-aged man suddenly raised his head again.

"The test before us."

This time, the long-faced man looked nervous. He finally turned his attention to the three visitors: "Three,

They look like living people, two are wearing weapons, and the other is young and immature."

"What is this, an opponent that must be defeated, or a hostage that must be saved?"

"Or is it an illusion made of hope, leading me into a trap of despair?"

The three people mentioned all shuddered.

Suddenly, the long-faced man's expression changed again. He turned to Ricky outside the cell, frowned and said in a serious tone:

"Hey, are you a devil?"

The torch in Ricky's hand trembled slightly.

The Sword of Disaster gritted its teeth and looked at its companions inexplicably: "He is..."

Samir shook his head, but his expression was heavy and his eyes were painful.

The long-faced man didn't seem to want them to answer. He took a deep breath, got up from the ground, and smiled.

"I have to admit, I see them all the time: the legendary demons who deceive people, the monsters in hell that never see the light of day."

"Their fingers and claws have been clawing at my heart, their tongues have never stopped whispering in my ears, their eyes have been lurking in the darkness for a long time, changing their own scenes every minute, every second, trying to seduce me into falling into the abyss.

, fell into hell.”

The man leaned against the wall and stared into the distance with deep eyes, as if he was talking to them or talking to himself: "They will tell us: give up, accept, compromise..."

"There is no hope for your world anyway..."

Samir couldn't stand it anymore. He took a step forward, lit up the face of the man in front of him with a torch, and shouted his name loudly: "Sak'el!"

The sound was so loud that it shook the hall.

The long-faced man in the cell was shocked!

He paused for a moment, his confused eyes slowly focusing.

"Sa, ke, eh, er?" the middle-aged man repeated slowly, almost syllable by syllable.

Samir gritted his teeth, feeling inexplicable resentment in his heart, and waved the torch on his hand fiercely, making it burn even more vigorously.

"right!"

Samir hit the fence with a torch, throwing out a spark and said: "It's me! Samir!"

"Wake up!"

"'Punishment Knight' Sak'el!"

The man named Sak'el paused.

He breathed slowly and asked in confusion: "Punishment Knight?"

But then, Sak'el shook his head and laughed loudly: "In the past, yes, in the endless years, the demons in my heart always like to use this to confuse me...the glory of the past, the regrets of the past, the past

Regret, but those are all false, they are what they deceived me and wanted me to believe."

As he spoke, Sak'el seemed to be murmuring to himself:

"Maybe I'm not perfect enough, maybe I'm not determined enough, maybe I'm not strong enough, so they will once again take advantage of it, follow their footsteps, try to defeat me, defeat me... But at least I am happy: I realize

Be aware of their existence, and know that we must fight against each other."

Communication failed. Samuel looked at the person in front of him blankly, and Ricky beside him let out a faint sigh.

Ricky suddenly noticed that Thales on the side was staring blankly at this man who seemed to be abnormal.

It seems like I remembered something.

But as Sak'el spoke, his expression slowly changed.

"But yes, I will take heart. I will remember that I have fought life and death with the most powerful opponent, and sacrificed my life for the noblest ideal. But everything in front of me is just a fork in the road when I am lost."

The middle-aged man's smile slowly disappeared and his breathing quickened.

He seemed to remember something, grabbed his hair with both hands, and knelt on the ground again.

The man trembled his lips and trembled all over:

"Wait, Sak'el, Sak'el, Sak'el?"

The people outside the cell looked at him like this, but they didn't know what to do.

Suddenly, Sak'el's eyes lit up!

"Yes, Sak'el!"

Flames burst out of the man's eyes, and his face instantly became extremely ferocious!

"Ahhhhh!"

Sak'el roared angrily, grabbed his hair and raised his head and shouted:

"Get out of my head!"

His roar was so loud and his movements were so loud that the three people in front of the cell had to subconsciously take a few steps back.

But Sak'el's madness was not over.

"A filthy monster! A despicable bitch! A sneaky devil! A crooked trick!"

I saw the man in the cell scratching his head desperately, kneeling on the ground with his head raised and screaming:
To be continued...