Dragon Tamer - Chapter 209

Chapter 209: Chapter 210: Destroying the Sect

Translator: 549690339

The frontier town set in the wilderness was supposed to have clear air, mingled with the fragrance of some grasses.

But in Monument City, there was always a pervasive, pungent smell.

This odor should have belonged to the slaughter market, yet such things were never sold here.

Those in the Supreme Court Imperial City who had the legitimate right to trade slaves were known as the mercenary camps; they were like vultures, always circling near wars, waiting to feast on the spoils after the battles ended.

As night fell, another batch of unsold slaves were being sent, one after the other, behind the Stele Wall.

Trailing behind a robust Earth Dragon, there was a lengthy chain.

The chain ran through a group of slaves whose necks were tied with coarse ropes. These slaves no longer had much strength; they struggled to walk and were half-dragged, half-pulled forward by the Earth Dragon in front.

“Old He, these slaves look quite sturdy. Aren’t they sold to quarries or mines? You could get a hundred gold for each at least. Why bring them here to deal with?” A patrolling soldier came over and asked with some confusion.

“Really bad luck for them, they’ve caught a disease that attracts poisonous insects, and their skin rots away every day. Being alive is a kind of torment; it’s better to send them off quickly,” said the slave trader from the mercenary camp named Old He.

“That’s a real shame. Look at that young one; he still looks young and handsome,” the soldier said, pointing at a young man at the end of the line.

The young man’s face was smeared with black, his clothes were ragged, and his hair was disheveled, but it was evident that with a bit of grooming, he could pass for a handsome gentleman. The soldier felt regretful; if he hadn’t been sick, he probably would have been bought by some wealthy old woman

“No helping it, diseases that attract poisonous insects are incurable,” said Old He.

The young man was none other than Zhu Minglang, who had disguised himself.

He had dressed up as a slave and mingled openly among them.

As for the crudely fashioned rope noose, it was no real restraint to Zhu Minglang.

Upon being led into the Stele Wall, Zhu Minglang observed carefully.

He saw a group of people in Black Robes approaching; they unfastened the long chain from the Earth Dragon, leading the slaves inside like cattle or sheep.

The leader wore a robe and hood, but his eyes were covered with a strip of red cloth

Black Robes, blindfolded, with a strange eye pattern drawn on their chins that seemed to be daubed in blood—so crimson!

Despite appearing human and blind, there was still something sinister and ferocious about them!

“Disciples of the Eyeless Sect?” Zhu Minglang stared at the person for a while.

It seemed Brother Wu Feng was right; these were likely the Disciples of the Eyeless Sect committing evil deeds.

This cult had cultivated an image of being without desire or need, like Buddhists, for a long time. As they grew larger, they gradually revealed their true nature!

Perhaps because they often used slaves for their nefarious sacrifices, they had not been eradicated by the people of the Supreme Court Imperial City.

But how could such a cancer be allowed to continue expanding and proliferating?

“Your agony will soon be over,” said a disciple of the Eyeless Sect.

The slaves were extremely numb; they were already tormented by toxins to the extent that death seemed a sweet release.

However, as they were pushed one by one towards the execution platform, and saw the hellish scene of the furnace pit, all the slaves began to scream in terror.

They tried to wriggle out of the nooses, hoping to escape from here, but they were each twisted back into place by the Black Robe People.

The most terrifying was that on the execution platform, thick with dried blood, there lay a ground full of eyeballs. Those eye globes were discarded messily like gravel and stones, with the Black Robe People even stepping on them

“Rest assured, you too will enjoy this special honor,” the blindfolded Black Robe man said with a smile.

“My lord, shall we help you?” a young Black Robe man asked.

“No need, I prefer to do such things personally. In the past, I was a clumsy podiatrist. I accidentally caused a noble’s toe to bleed slightly, and then his subordinates dug out my eyes. At first, I was clumsy at gouging out eyes too; those people would always scream in agony. Gradually, my technique improved, the eyeballs on my knife—it would take the person a few seconds to realize the pain ” The blindfolded Black Robe man let out a crow-like laugh, rambling on and on.

Zhu Minglang was among that group of slaves, watching this psychological deviant

And the slaves were even more terrified; they thought they could simply die a swift death. They had no hope for life, only to endure such pain and torment before death!

“Can’t you just kill us and then gouge out the eyes?” Minglang couldn’t help but ask.

Even if there was such a twisted ritual, it would be better to gouge after death rather than while still alive.

“Of course not, gouging out the eyes after death, how can one experience the true essence of Eyelessness? Without eyes, you can’t see fear; without fear, you have nothing to dread, nothing to care for, and only then can your heart see the true god,” the Eyeless Sect man said.

“But you had your eyes gouged out because of your poor skills, not out of the voluntary service to the god of Eyelessness. And what about the rest of you? Don’t you all still have your eyes? If you’re to perform this sacred ritual, yet you yourselves have eyes, doesn’t that sully the piety in your hearts? You should go first, then we’ll follow, all together in the service to the god of Eyelessness,” Minglang continued.

The Black Robe People looked at each other, not knowing how to react.

In the years they had done this work here, which slave standing there wasn’t weak in the knees, incontinent from fear?

How could there still be someone who could think so clearly and make such a “suggestion”?

The blindfolded Black Robe man furrowed his brows. He passed through the group of trembling slaves and walked toward Zhu Minglang at the back.

“So, the one who performs the eye gouging is only me,” the blindfolded Black Robe man said coldly.

As he spoke, the knife in his hand gleamed, indicating he wanted to start with the slave whose thoughts were too clear.

But, to be reasonable, he wanted to cut out Minglang’s tongue first!

Before death, still sowing discord among his “troops”!

“My lord!”

Just then, a Black Robe strong man ran over, looking somewhat panicked.

“What’s the matter? Wait until I gouge out this fellow’s eyes no, cut out his tongue!” The blindfolded Black Robe man said.

“There’s a group of experts surrounding our Stele Wall,” the Black Robe strong man said.

“Do you know who they are?” the Black Robe leader Guo Chang asked.

“I know!” Minglang suddenly spoke up.

“Shut up!” The Black Robe leader grabbed the pointed knife with a barb and stabbed at Zhu Minglang’s eyes.

Zhu Minglang effortlessly dodged. The ropes binding him were like decorations hanging on his body, he simply shook and they all fell off.

“I am the Princely Heir of the Royal Family, Zhao Yin Ge. I have had my eyes on your group of demonic evil cult for some time now, and have specially dispatched experts to eradicate your sect!” Zhu Minglang declared loudly.