Chapter 264 Eamon’s Past (2)

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Hamlet Hall, decades ago.

"Pop!" "Pap!" "Pap!"

The echo of the whip hitting the flesh resounded throughout the underground cell and lingered for a long time.

With every lash, the whip, which is several meters long and as thick as an adult's arm, will forcefully scratch across the body, like the worst graffiti, causing wounds that are difficult to heal, especially the dense barbs on the whip. The moment it comes into contact with flesh, a large piece of flesh on the contact surface is taken away.

If the vampire's physique is not strong enough to withstand the ravages of this special whip, if they are human bodies, such a casual whip can directly cut their muscles and bones in two like the sharpest blade. .

The sound of whipping had lasted for three days and three nights in this underground cell. The vampire elders who carried out the flogging had already gone through another round, but the man who was executed never showed any sign of remorse. He even licked every drop of blood from the top of his head when it reached the corner of his mouth. , after enjoying his own blood, he showed a very intoxicated expression.

"Eamon, do you know your guilt?"

Beside the executed man, one of the elders complained bitterly to him. In the eyes of this elder, in addition to anger, there was also unconcealable sadness.

"Urna, my master, please tell me, what crime am I guilty of?" Although the body is already scarred, there is no sign of pain at all on the face of the executed person, Eamon. He looked as if the whipping, which was enough to break stone and break gold, only scratched his itch for three days.

"You! You! You! You became addicted to blood and sucked the blood of your own people, which led to the outbreak of hemorrhagic epilepsy. The elders thought that it was your first offense and wanted to give you a lighter sentence and give you relief. But what did you do? You stubbornly resisted and attacked. Elders and fellow clan members, and even resurrected dead elders and asked them to fight for you, you are insulting the elders! It is treasonous! It is an unforgivable crime! The sin is unforgivable!..."

The vampire elder named Urna became more and more excited as he spoke. He cursed all the words he could think of to describe Eamon.

It's a pity that in front of Urna, Eamonn, who had a wooden stake that sealed his power inserted into his chest, was tied up with fine iron chains, and was being whipped with a leather whip, the corners of his mouth kept rising, as if he had heard countless ritual music. hymn-like elation.

"Master, my master, you have never drank the blood of your own race, and you have never seen your race twitching before death. You don't know what a sweet and beautiful memory it is! Hahahahaha!"

Eamonn's maniacal laughter echoed in the dungeon, making people feel as horrified and uncomfortable as the screams of evil spirits. When Urna saw this, he just shook his head and returned to the queue of elders. At the same time, Urna also extinguished the last trace of pity in his heart and the idea of ​​​​saving his favorite disciple.

This man is hopeless.

Then, another elder stood up. He was the eldest and most powerful vampire among the elders. The person who captured Eamon was none other than Samir Hamlet. As early as half a century ago, Samir already possessed the fourth-level primary combat power. With the rich experience brought to him by the long years, Samir could even be on par with the enemies of the fourth-level intermediate combat power.

But even if he took action personally, Eamon destroyed an arm and a leg, and almost lost half of his body. Until now, the strength of the new arms and thighs has not returned to its previous peak state.

Therefore, Samir hated the blood traitor in front of him, Eamonn Hamlet.

"Eamonn Hamlet, in view of your countless crimes and your unrepentant attitude, in the name of the elder of the Hamlet family, I sentence you to be guilty! You will be deprived of the surname Hamlet, and your name will disappear forever in the family genealogy. Go up, and you yourself will, as a stray vampire, accept the highest punishment of the vampires! Confinement!"

Stray vampires refer to those wild vampires who have no family background, wander in the wild, and act on instinct. This term is also recognized by all vampires as the lowest status!

When the great elder said the words "isolated vampires" and "confinement", the distorted smile on Eamon's face disappeared instantly, and his face at this time became extremely ferocious. Eamon shook his body violently, trying to break away from the iron chain, but with the vampire's power sealed by the wooden stake, he could not move at all, and he could not even make the slightest sound from the fine iron chain on his body.

After seeing Emon's reaction, Great Elder Samir finally showed a look of satisfaction. He cleared his throat and continued:

"The Canopy of the Undead has descended on the Negras Empire. Except for the large cities that are protected by barriers, other areas of the empire will only fall into endless darkness, and this manor will no longer have light. However, under the control of Emperor Gaudos, With the blessing, the Hamlet family will move to the new capital, the City of Wayne."

"Of course, except for you, poor Eamon. This cold and damp underground cell will be the last sight you see before your death. I have set up an expulsion barrier, and no flesh-and-blood creature will come close to this land. No one will come to save you, and without your favorite blood, at the last moment when you are tortured by hunger until you die, just keep repenting here! Hahahaha!"

"No! You can't do this to me! Kill me! Kill me quickly! Urna, my mentor, please give me a break! No! Don't leave, you damn bastards, I want to kill you If I kill you, I will definitely kill you, I will definitely find you, twitch and peel off your skin until the last drop of your blood is drained!"

Eamon's harsh roars and curses failed to make any of the vampire elders look back. In his ears, apart from his own hoarse voice, there was only the last vicious laughter of the great elder, which lingered in his mind for a long time. , difficult to disperse!