Lando clapped his hands, and the door of the room opened. A pair of young men and women dressed in luxurious clothes walked in surrounded by more than a dozen handsome slaves. With a wonderful soundtrack, it was like a gorgeous opera slowly being staged. [Feng\/黄\/ updates quickly, please search]
The young heroes and heroines in the opera sat far away on the chaise longue opposite Anthony and Lando, and the slaves stood around the chaise longue. The man and woman said a few words of love to each other, and the atmosphere gradually became warm. The young woman made a gesture, and the male servants diligently came forward to help them take off their coats. After that, the male servants separated on both sides and stood next to each other, and a slave stepped out from among them.
He is obviously different from ordinary male servants. He is a superpower with considerable strength. This super-powered slave had an outstanding appearance and was extremely handsome. He stood in a prominent position in front and began to take off his clothes by himself. Naked, his muscles are tight, his hips are straight, his masculine body is quite majestic, and the slight swing of his torso is full of interesting tension. He turned around, knelt down in front of the man and woman's couch, took the ribbons of their underwear in his mouth, gently pulled and untied them, took them off, and then fucked them. The man and woman soon became very interested and used the chair as a couch, hugging each other and lying down, loving each other. The slave raised his head and licked the place where they had sex, matching their rhythm and carefully stirring up the fluctuations of the energy threads for fun.
"Sir Anthony," Lando said, playing with the title "Sir" in a condescending and frivolous tone, "we know you very well, very well. We know who you are and where you come from. In the orbit of the earth, you are A registered professional/work practitioner, but it is obvious that you are far from being professional enough in your professional field, and even less up to the registration level - I have to say that this is a very regrettable thing, Miss Gu spends money We bought you as a sex slave, but you do not have the basic qualities and standards of a sex slave. The nightclub in the red light district sold you but failed to give you any proper training. We have to spend time for you It is our responsibility to make up for this lesson - you can rest assured that the slave camps are much more skilled than the laymen in the red light district, and no one will bother you there. You will have enough. Time to realize who you are and be trained to be a good sex/slave…”
Landu's voice was sharp and biting, like a boning knife that cuts off all the gold, clay, and false paint. Wherever it passed, dignity turned to dust and shook off. However, the bone-cutting steel knife that pierced all the paintings obviously failed to pierce Anthony's shamelessness. Lando's chilling threats only received an indifferent glance from Anthony.
"I'm really interested," he asked, "what are you going to do to make me realize my identity and cooperate with you to be domesticated into a sex slave?"
Lando raised the corners of his mouth and said in a reserved voice: "You will know."
Then he raised his voice a little and pointed to the opera stage with his right hand holding the compass: "On the contrary, I have a piece of advice. I advise you to kneel down now and stick out your tongue like they are. Clamp your buttocks tightly and get ready to wait for your master's visit."
On the stage, the opera has already reached the next scene. After a fierce emotional battle, the male and female protagonists have changed their positions, half lying in a resting position and being served by the slave. The handsome slave was sandwiched between them in the narrow space, and the tip of his tongue kissed and cared for their passionate places. One side was used to accommodate the male master's vagina, and the other side was accommodated by the female master's vagina. At the same time, he tried his best to flatter them both. , sweating like water, the muscles all over the body were tense and shining——
The energy field is pressing in from all directions. The seven-level energy from the guardian of the energy cage has meaning and is astonishing in intensity, like a torrent. The compass in Landu's hand also radiates faint pressure, like a poisonous tongue spitting out blood. Nobuko raises his body, so These formed a huge force that poured down, forcing everyone in the field to kneel down and turn into pieces of paper and stick them to the ground.
——Energy level confrontation, the most direct and bloody ultimate showdown in the energy war is staged like this. This is the most naked struggle for energy control, a cruel zero-sum game. The winner wins all and controls everything, and the loser loses everything. Whoever establishes energy suppression here first will establish absolute hegemony here. The controller and the controlled, the oppressor and the oppressed, are either hammers or anvils. The nature of energy is nothing like this.
This kind of energy confrontation is extremely pleasant and welcome to those with high-level abilities. It is like a gluttonous feast delivered to their door. With simple countermeasures, they can crush and enjoy everything they want. But Anthony is not easy to resist at this time - simple and crude energy attacks are often more difficult to fake. If he resists or just breaks away from the suppression, the ability users from the Duran family and this interesting chief of affairs may have to do it. Scared away.
The gluttonous feast that is delivered to your door is undoubtedly very annoying if you cannot eat it with your hands. Anthony was under the constant pressure of energy from these seventh-level ability users, and felt extremely bored, but he had to endure it and spend time with them, chatting and watching a show to entertain himself.
The stage opera outside the energy choke continues, and scenes of debauchery, debauchery, bed, and drama that can only occur in the private homes of super-powered nobles are staged. After half an hour, the menacing offensive of the ability users on the outer edge of the energy cage was finally exhausted in the confrontation. The energy was broken one after another, and the suppression came suddenly, declaring a complete failure. At this moment, the opera also ended.
Anthony looked away from the opera singer who was panting and sweating from exhaustion.
"It's surprising," he commented. "I didn't know David Duran had these vulgar habits."
The blue color suddenly changed. At this time, even if he had no energy knowledge at all, he knew that the suppression had completely failed. Without hesitation, he immediately adjusted the compass to the maximum, pressed hard, and at the same time tapped the torture control button at hand.
The scorching energy instantly penetrated Anthony's body like a bolt of lightning, and then the storm surge formed by the continuous biological electric shock tore through his whole body, sweeping through his body, crushing and hammering violently. The torture seat holding him flipped up suddenly, suspending him in mid-air. Huge pointed spears pierced out of the wall, piercing his lungs, heart, kidneys, bladder, vagina and limbs. His whole body was stretched out and stretched on the metal pole.
Anthony did not resist, and he was turned into a roasted quail by them as he wished. A lot of blood came out, and the internal bleeding rushed into his throat. He vomited them out. And the pain that all these inflicted on his body together was not as much as one ten thousandth of the energy soul attack.
"Do you want to die?" Lando stepped forward, his expression extremely ferocious due to his ferocity, "I can satisfy you now!"
Anthony laughed.
"Kill me?" he said. "Do you dare without David Duran's order?"
"One group of thirty lashes," Lan Du's expression changed. Before leaving the energy cage, he shouted, "Twenty groups first."
The cold-faced executioners walked in after Landu. They were silent and waved the whips in their hands without making any sound. The long whip raised a shrill arc of energy in mid-air and struck down with thunder and lightning.
Anthony was still thinking in his mind: It is really strange to be whipped... As soon as the eyes went dark, the executioner's first whip had already come down heavily. The angle was perfected, very tricky, and it hit the target.
Anthony cursed in his mind and held back without moving - for someone else, this would have left a shadow! He thought with pleasure: David Duran should issue certificates of commendation to his men. Their loyal hard work is really commendable...
Outside the energy cage, a gray and wrinkled old man stood silently outside the transparent wall. Wearing glasses, he stared at Anthony under the heavy rain and wind with a hawk-like gaze. Around him are close-ups of Anthony's face that are frozen from all angles. Many researchers are busy around, collecting various data and analyzing them. The slightest change in Anthony's expression when he was baptized by the energy whip was captured, and all were enlarged and displayed for careful study.
Lando walked up to the old man, waved his hand to ask his subordinates to stand farther away, and then asked: "How is it, teacher, have you found his weakness and breakthrough point?"
"There is no weakness." The old man did not look away from Anthony, but just shook his head, "I don't see any possibility of this person being tamed. He is not moved by your temptation at all. No matter verbal humiliation, energy suppression or soul attack and He doesn't care about punishment. His mental strength is something I have never seen in my life - "
Lando interrupted the old man: "Think of a way, teacher, it's not difficult not to find you. You are the best trainer in the family."
"What you have taught us is that humans have weaknesses. No matter how powerful they are, they can be knocked down with one blow." He said, "No one is invulnerable. There are thousands of slaves trained/taught by you. Wan, we only need to find this person's weaknesses to tame him into a dog that is loyal to his master."
The old man still shook his head. He raised his hand and pointed at Anthony behind the transparent wall, his voice fluctuating with excitement: "Look at this man, Lando, when he uses the words 'sex/slave/slave' to evaluate himself, he is more relaxed than you. Energy suppression It's completely ineffective on him. Now he is undergoing extreme soul blows and being whipped, but we can't find any change in his mood. He's not even excited. Look at his eyes, he's His eyes, his heart, but he has never looked at you for a moment. His eyes look at you like a clown at the table or some new thing that was brought to hand during the banquet. You tried your best to test him, but he I’m just making fun of you, not even interested in playing with you.”
"You have lost, Lando, you can't tame him. Even if he has weaknesses, we can't find or even exploit him." The old man sighed, "He is not the seventh level you saw in the training camp, he is a wild There is no servility in his bones, no natural fear of authority and no desire to be controlled. He has never been destroyed, broken or crushed, so it is impossible to flatten, round and rebuild him into the mold according to your ideas. "
"Then break him, destroy him, crush him, and turn the wild into domesticated," Lando remained unmoved and said firmly, "Human beings can domesticate all animals, including themselves, and there should be no exception for him. I also don’t believe that there is an indestructible will in the world. No matter how hard the shell is, as long as the hammer is hard enough, it can always be smashed.”
The old man suddenly became angry: "Then tell me what kind of hammer can smash a wild seventh-level, a real seventh-level?!"
