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Forty-four slaves gathered in front of the temple gate, where soldiers continued to whip them, ordering them to line up. Eilena stood closely beside her brother Alan, trying to appear less fragile.
"Don't be afraid, Eilena, we will find a way to escape," Alan reassured her in a low voice, despite being covered in wounds himself.
Eilena nodded silently, deeply believing in her brother's words.
After lining up, the captain of the Black Flag Army walked to the front of the slave and gestured for a soldier to knock on the door of the temple. The door slowly opened, and out came an elderly man dressed in magnificent ceremonial robes - High Priest Asa.
High Priest Asa looked at the dirty and smelly slave with a displeased expression, then turned to the soldier and said, "These slave look very unhappy, what's going on?"
High Priest Asa stood at the top of the stone steps, looking down at the group of people who had suffered humiliation. His gaze was sharp as if it could penetrate the heart, yet cold enough to send shivers down one's spine. His robe was embroidered with golden celestial runes, indicating his extraordinary status in The Sacred Church.
"Take a good look at them, these so-called slaves," said High Priest Asa in a mocking tone, "they actually dare to show dissatisfaction towards us."
The captain glanced at Alan and the other slaves, and replied with a lowered head, "Yes, High Priest, they still need some time to adapt here. But they will soon understand that resistance is futile."
High Priest Asa Suddenly walked down the stone steps slowly, his hand reached out slowly, touching the cheek of a young girl, and then sneered, "Look at these people, they can't even do basic hygiene. It's ridiculous."
Alan Watching all this, the anger in his heart burned even more, but he knew it wasn't the time to explode.
High Priest Asa turned around and said to the captain, "Take them to the backyard bath and let them have a good wash. After all, they will become sacrifices to the God of Happiness. How can they be so unclean as sacrifices? The God of Happiness really dislikes dirtiness; it's a sign of disrespect to Him."
The captain immediately obeyed and ordered the nearby soldiers, "You heard him, take these slaves to the backyard to clean up."
The soldiers immediately began to act, using rough methods to push forty-four slaves towards the backyard of the temple, where a huge pool appeared in everyone's sight. The soldiers surrounded the slaves closely, and after the ropes were removed, the captain of the Black Flag Army stepped forward.
The captain said loudly, "Listen up, all of you are about to become sacrifices. Accept this fate and do not attempt to resist. Soldiers, put them in the pool and let them take a bath."
Soldiers immediately pushed the slave towards the pool without any hesitation.
Alan glanced at his sister Eilena beside him, their eyes met, and they both understood that this could be their final moment. Despite feeling angry and helpless, Alan knew deep down that he couldn't change anything at this moment.
Eilena: "Bro, do you think they will..."
Alan: "I don't know, but we can't just give up like this."
At this moment, the soldiers began to rudely push the slave into the pool. The water was icy cold, but compared to the fate they were about to face, it all seemed insignificant.
"Hurry up and take a bath! Otherwise, you'll suffer the consequences!" shouted the captain of the Black Flag Army.
Alan slowly walked into the pool, the water was icy cold, but his heart was even colder. He knew this was a sacrificial ritual, but he couldn't change anything. He could only bite his lower lip tightly, not letting any emotion show.
Eilena stood at the edge of the pool, the soldiers pushed her, making her walk into the water as well. She hesitated a bit, but eventually stepped in, splashing water everywhere.
The water was cold, but much better than being whipped and scolded. He took a deep breath and immersed himself in the water, trying to wash away the fatigue and humiliation from his body.
However, he noticed some soldiers nearby casting lecherous glances at a group of female slaves, including Eilena. Alan felt a surge of anger, but he knew he couldn't do anything at the moment. Any impulsive action could lead to more serious consequences.
He tightly bit his lip, determined to do at least something insignificant. Alan moved slowly, standing in front of Eilena, using his body to shield the soldiers' sight. He felt a chill in the air, but he stood firm, his eyes fixed ahead as if to create an invisible barrier to protect the person he cherished.
Eilena seemed to notice Alan's action but said nothing. Their eyes met briefly, as if in that moment, all fear and unease dissipated. However, the harsh reality still existed, and this was only a temporary peace; more difficulties and hardships lay ahead for them.
The soldiers laughed for a moment, but ultimately took no action, only shifting their gaze. Alan silently vowed that one day, he would make these people pay for what they deserved. Alan knew he couldn't do anything now, at least not in this moment. He could only hope that if there really was a god watching all of this, then please give him a chance, a chance to change everything.
The soldiers mocked and taunted, enjoying the despair and helplessness of the slave before them. The captain of the Black Flag Army sneered at them, then turned and walked towards the interior of the temple.
"Ready, take them up," he ordered coldly.
The soldiers coldly urged the slaves to put on the tattered clothes. "Hurry up! Put on the clothes, you worthless lot!" a soldier shouted, kicking the rag on the ground fiercely.
Alan stood silently in front of Eilena, then quickly put on the tattered clothes. He could feel the anger inside him rising, but now was not the time to explode.
"Get in line, you useless worms!" the captain coldly shouted, standing at the front of the line.
Alan and the other slaves endured the insults and rough shoving of the soldiers, struggling to form a line. His gaze was fixed on the temple, silently vowing that one day, he would make those who oppressed them pay the price.
"Move faster, or suffer the consequences!" a soldier threatened, waving his whip more and more tightly.
After seeing the slaves line up, "Very well, bring them all to the front of the altar!" The captain finally stopped and looked coldly at the line of slaves.
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