447: C447 Key

C447 Key

Finally, his right foot smoothly landed on the ground.

He had only walked a little on this long road, and he was already injured.

The fat commander grit his teeth and smiled bitterly before moving his left foot once again.

Left, right, left, right...

As he moved forward, the glass became more and more fragmented. With each step he took, more than ten pieces of glass could be seen piercing the soles of his feet.

"Eh, ah, ah, ha!"

The sound of breathing in cold air and crying out in pain mixed together. It sounded like a laugh.

Amidst this strange laughter, the fat commander walked step by step towards the end of the path, leaving behind a row of blood-red footprints.

The glass on the road was stained with blood, a bewitching plum red.

Suddenly, the fat commander turned around and glanced at the lame guard.

When he had ordered his subordinates to break his legs, his pain should have been similar.

"Hur hur."

The fat commander chuckled and continued walking forward.

The ten meter distance was as long as his life. Although he knew that he had only walked a few minutes, the distance he covered was only a few minutes.

Finally, he reached the end of the path.

He bent down with difficulty to pick up the magic stone.

The fat commander didn't dare delay any longer and started the difficult journey back.

The soles of his feet were full of broken glass.

Every time I lift my foot, a lot of debris falls off,

When he dropped his foot, another shard would stab into the bottom of his foot.

Fragments rose and fell like countless steel knives, repeatedly slicing at the soles of his feet.

Unexpectedly, the return journey was even easier than it had been when they arrived,

Perhaps it was due to the excruciating pain that he had become completely numb to it, but the fat commander actually felt that it was much easier for him to walk.

By the time he got back on the platform, his feet were full of glass.

As they walked, the glass scraps made a grating sound against the ground.

Enduring the pain, the fat commander struggled back to the medicine table at the entrance. There was still powder and bandages there.

Although the powder contained poison, if he used it again, it would worsen the poison in his body.

But how could the fat commander care about so much at the moment?

Compared to the slow onset of the poison, if he did not treat the countless wounds on his foot, he would lose too much blood and die.

"Eh!" "Ahhh!"

Sitting on the ground, the Fat Commander started to pull up the broken glass on his feet. Every time he pulled out a piece, he would let out a painful groan.2

Many of the dregs were simply too small in size and he could not handle them at all. In the end, he could only dispose of the larger pieces.

The bits and pieces buried deep within the flesh could only be left for now.

He applied the medicinal powder to stop the bleeding, and then wrapped a thick bandage around his legs. Only then did he manage to stand up with great difficulty.

He could feel that the scraps of flesh under his feet were rubbing against his flesh as he moved, and he could still feel waves of intense pain coming from them.

However, this was already the limit of what he could handle. He could only continue to endure.

"Heh heh!"

Seeing the fat commander walk towards him with his feet covered in blood, that half-crazy guard kept making weird noises as if he was mocking him.

The fat commander glanced at him and placed the magic stone in his hand on the cage's magic barrier.

The magic stone was like a sponge, quickly absorbing the restrictions into itself.

The key fell out with it.

The fat commander was delighted as he picked up the key.

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