Atlas Battle Song

How long did the interrogation last?

Egg had little sense of time anymore, he just felt like he'd been hung up for a while.Those people came and went in and out of the cell, and the sound and light became chaotic.Whenever he was about to close his eyes, the bone-piercing icy water splashed on him violently.The boy was shivering with cold, his face was so pale that there was no blood, and his lips were also pale.

Back and forth, and back and forth, until the boy was numb, no pain, no humiliation.

Some familiar faces came a few times on the way, and Egg raised his eyes, only to see some blurred lights and shadows, as if he was in the water.

A wound, a warm memory, or a fear, the sensations of these things fall off like scales.He couldn't sleep, and the monsters in his dreams couldn't find him.But there is no value in being awake now, and it is also tormented.It doesn't make sense anymore.

Egg thought of his mother.

The gentle and beautiful mother hugged him like the moon and told him:

"I've longed to meet you, Egg, it's good that you're my child."

The puppet show of Mr. Red Dragon, the golden cup, the picture book, the guests who came to the banquet, the brothers who were eaten and drunk.The little things born in the nightmare smiled softly, spoke to him in the shadows, so happy, applauded him.Mom held him in her arms and read picture books to him.Music boxes, puppets.

singing.

The wriggling mass hugged him and loved him.Live together in the abyss.

"I've longed to meet you, Egg, it's good that you're my child."

"So happy, Mr. Red Dragon..."

Egg smiled weakly.

Seeing the boy laughing on the torture device, the two guards felt uncomfortable: "Fuck, it's disgusting, why is this guy still laughing?"

"Isn't it mentally normal?"

"Their Gorgon family may be mentally ill."

"madman."

While the two jailers were chatting, Miglinn came.The low-level jailer immediately saluted the officer and reported on the boy's condition in the past few days: he was interrogated for several days without sleeping and without dripping water, let alone a child, even an adult could not stand it.However, according to the chief's previous explanation, the jailers did not use whips or irons.Meaglinn didn't like the damage to a child's fair skin.

"Sir, this guy can't hold on anymore, he won't bite or scratch anymore." The jailer ended the report in a moderate voice.

"very good."

Migelin nodded in satisfaction and snapped his fingers.

Knowing this, the guards withdrew and closed the cell door, leaving only the man and the dying child in a room alone.

"Cat, are you finally obedient?"

Meaglin lifted the boy's chin with his forefinger.Egg didn't respond, his gray-blue eyes stared blankly into the void.

The man smiled and stroked Yi Ge's long eyelashes: "You are still so beautiful... I saw it right back then, and I haven't seen you for two years, and you look even more beautiful. You used to be a white, tender and sweet little boy, but now you are a slender The silverware boy is the favorite creation of the gods. Ego, I love you, do you believe it?"

Egg turned his gaze to Meglin, and smiled contemptuously.

From this indifferent smile, Migelin immediately saw the woman he had loved.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Why are you like your mother? I was supposed to be your father, Egg, I was supposed to be your father."

"Go away..." Egg struggled weakly.

"Daddy loves you so much."

The man pinched Egg's face and forced his tongue to lick his lips.

Nausea welled up in his throat, and the scene of that night came back again, and Egg had only one thought in his mind:

Kill the bastard.

The little thing in the shadows heard the angry voice.

Migelin stroked the boy's slender waist, still intoxicated by the obscene words he had just invented: "Baby, Daddy loves you and wants to have sex with you..."

He was just about to move forward to get close to Egg's body, when suddenly, something grabbed his foot.

"?"

Migelin turned around and saw a few small black hands wrapped around his ankles.Neither human nor animal... The shape of those small hands was indistinct, trembling, like the fuzzy antennae of moths, protruding from his shadow.

"What?!" He hopped in horror and shook off those weird and skinny little hands, and hit the wall in fright.

A shadow is still a shadow, ordinary, as if nothing happened.

"Damn it! What disgusting thing? Did you see it, just now!" Miglinn glanced at the boy, and then at the ground in disbelief——

A small animal eye looked at him from the shadow, like a sarcoma growing on the skin.blood moon.

"Ah! Hell!"

Shocked and frightened, the man drew out his knife to slash at his own shadow, but at the moment when his head became dizzy and feverish, everything disappeared.

There are little black hands and blood-red pupils.

Only shadows.

"Ha ha……"

Migelin was startled and was about to get angry when there was a hasty knock on the door.The jailer outside the door exclaimed:

"Your Excellency! It's bad, the library is on fire!"

"on fire?!"

"Soldiers are fighting the fire. It should not spread, but please move to a safe place, Your Excellency."

"This……"

Miglin turned around and stared at Yi Ge who was hung on the torture apparatus, thinking that although the boy was a gift from Lord Hall to His Majesty, it didn't matter if the fire wouldn't come over.He opened the door of the cell, threw the key and shook:

"Cat, don't even think about running away. Only I have the key. You can stay here obediently. Before Master Hall dedicates you to His Majesty..."

The man smiled foolishly:

"Dad will come to you again. Then Dad will help you take off your clothes and take a bath, okay?"

Egg retched several times.

The cell door slammed shut.

Egg still had lingering fears in his heart, and the place where Miglinn touched just now was as disgusting and uncomfortable as if an ant had bitten him.The wound also hurt, the head also hurt, and the two arms that were hung on the torture equipment were already numb.

He was afraid again at the thought that the man would come again.

"Don't be like this... woo..."

Tears dripped down.want to go home.I want to be with the lion cub.Want to eat lobster.

"Trand woo..."

There was a burning smell in the air, and the sound of soldiers running with buckets and shouts came from a distance, and Egg heard it clearly.

For some reason, there was another strange sound outside the door.It sounded like a crash, or something heavy fell to the ground.

what happened?

Egg looked up, tears welling up in his eyes, and he had decided not to cry.

A series of footsteps running back and forth, thud thump, like a puppet lion.Egg swallowed, and weakly shouted:

"Trander, Trander."

The footsteps stopped suddenly, and hesitantly approached the door, and cautiously, the voice outside the door asked:

"Egg...?"

It turned out to be Trand.

"Here I am... woo..." Egg said.

Across the door, the two boys couldn't help but choked up and fell silent for a moment. It was Trand who stabilized his emotions first and tried to knock on the door, but couldn't open it.

"Egg, don't be afraid, I'm here to save you! I'm here! We'll be home soon!"

There was a banging on the door.

The iron door reinforced by spells remained motionless, followed by the sound of cracking the lock, but it was still in vain.

Trander's voice became even more anxious: "Damn it...open it for me!"

But there was too much movement just now, the guard who was attracted by the fire noticed the movement in the depths of the dungeon, and shouted:

"Hey, what's going on over there in the prison, promise!"

However, the jailer was knocked unconscious.

Oops, it's too late!Trander was sweating profusely, and he could already hear the footsteps of the guards approaching.If it doesn't work...just kill a few people, he must rescue Yi Ge.

Trand drew his knife.

The young master's voice came from the cell: "Little lion, run away."

"How could I leave you behind!!!" Trand lowered his voice, his palms shaking with anger.

"Miglinn Vaughn Archimboldi...that man has the key..." The young master's voice was trembling and hoarse, sounding frightened and just crying.

Trand understood immediately:

"It's that bastard...that bastard...I'm going to kill him."

The guards were approaching, and it was really too late to leave.

Trander took a deep breath, and changed into an extremely gentle tone to comfort the young master: "Yigo, wait for me, I will definitely get the key to pick you up tomorrow, okay?"

"hug."

said the voice from the other side of the iron gate.

"Well, I will hug you when the time comes..." Trander's nose was sore again, "I swear, I will kill that man with my own hands."

"Goodbye, silly lion."

"Well, see you tomorrow. I love you Egg...Silly Lion loves you."

Trand rubbed his teary eyes.

Before the guards came in, the boy who set the fire had already put on his cloak and fled in the chaos.After the chaos, the barracks restored order.

The snow fell, and the fire was finally extinguished.

Not so the boy's emerald green pupils, filled with tears, still burning with pain and hatred.