All Chapters of Dark Goddess: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

"Come on! Take his life force! ”Anwin looked full of hatred at the healer who had given the order to have him flogged. He was not in a position to do more than this hateful look, he was too weak, bloody welts ran down his back, were on his chest, on his upper arms and even on his face. Anwin trembled with pain, every movement, no matter how small, was an unspeakable agony. The little man with the sinewy body had done a great job and the seven-tailed whip with the short, jagged Gari teeth had torn countless wounds. And yet Anwin did not hate him, because the many hideous scars on his body told him that he too did not do his job obediently, but that his will first had to be broken in order for him to become a master of torture.Next to him crouched a boy perhaps twelve years old who had watched the events with horror. He had meanwhile given up trying to free himself from his bonds, he only whimpered to himself."You are a fool! Why do you want to endure the pain Ca

“So full of disgust! His look was so full of disgust, I don't understand! ”She sobbed out loud. "What have I done? Does he blame me for asking him to come to me to pick Ennesberries? But I couldn't know what would happen, "she almost whispered. “I lost my mother and now he too. Why only? ”She cried.Eleran sat down on the straw next to the little pile of misery. He looked at her as she had wrapped her arms around her knees, on which her head rested so that her face was hidden by her long hair. At the same time, however, he remained attentive in order to be able to react in time before the guard turned the corner. At this time, however, it usually strengthened itself with a jug of sour must, so that they were relatively safe.“You don't know what they did to him!” He said, “you saw him. They mistreat him to make him one of them. The healers are cruel and cold-hearted, everyone knows that! And now you know how it comes about! &rd

What followed was a deadly game of patience. The heavier was also the more dangerous; every attack by him could defeat his opponent by his force alone and seal his end. Therefore the other had to wear him down, had to try to weaken him through minor injuries and finally to tire him. In fact, both of them had already lost their strength, their movements became slower, the defense more faulty. Both were already bleeding from numerous wounds, none of them questionable but threatening enough overall. That was also very clear to the opponents. An end had to be found. The bulkier fighter lost patience first. With full strength he threw himself against the shield of his opponent, who however managed to turn sideways past the other and sink the sword a hand's breadth into the gladiator's back. He screamed and slowly fell to the ground. As a token of his defeat, he threw away the sword while the triumphant fighter aimed his weapon at the defeated man's chest.Overall, the audience was

"Forget it!" The dark-skinned, stocky man sank his breadcrumbs into the thin soup and then pushed it into his big mouth as far as it could go. He crouched on the boards of the ship's stern next to Derkan, who was also busy with his meager food. However, he used the wooden spoon. He had gotten used to the constant up and down by now, at least when the waves were moderate. At first it was a problem and he was always a little green in the face."Then you won't come with me?"“It's not fun to be a slave, but I still don't want to die. You can't do it, nobody has succeeded so far. You will drown miserably! "Derkan looked somber. “Your optimistic attitude is not exactly helpful. Of course, they tell you that no one has ever made it. If that's true, I have to be the first. I don't have a choice anyway! My mother is getting weaker and weaker, I have to get her out of there, otherwise she will end up as a victim in the arena! ""Do I understand this i

When the overseer came, a tall, broadly built man with an always grim expression, for whom his dark, bushy eyebrows were excellently suited, the sixteen rowing slaves lined up, as they did every day. The overseer was ultimately only one person, they could easily have overpowered him together, despite the whip and the baton, but that would not have helped them, because the sailors were all armed with a dagger and were clearly in the majority.Derkan soon accepted that rowers' resistance to their masters was pointless. In addition, none of the crew would have hesitated to assassinate an agitator. The penalties for disobedience were also draconian, and the captain was just waiting to make an example of maintaining discipline among the slaves.Derkan took the penultimate position in the row, behind him only his confidante and then of course the slave overseer. Then it went slowly towards the bow, because the exit to the row benches was in the middle of the ship. They passe

"What for what?" Rassek looked at him like you look at a worm before you step on it. Obviously he was annoyed by the distraction.“What are we good for? We healers. What are we doing good? What do we do for people? And if we are not doing anything for people, we should at least be of use to the gods. But which one? Master tell me! I can't figure it out! "

“We need them intact. Take those stupid things from them! Put the one with the short hair on your stomach, the other on your back! ”The noose was removed from the prisoner with the brush cut and immediately he began to fight violently, so that it took four men, three soldiers and one slave, to move overwhelm him. The man began to scream loudly, whereupon the slave, who had not yet participated in the bondage, stuffed the red cloth into his mouth and wrapped the wide ribbon around his head so that he was gagged. Finally, the leather slings that were on the edge of the bed were placed around the arms and legs of the heavily breathing victim. The whole time the other prisoner had been kept in check with the cane, but now the pack turned to him. His resistance was no less violent as soon as he was f

Rassek turned to him. “Do you understand now why we are useful to the gods? Do you now understand the real purpose of our existence? It's not about removing the nobles' warts or worrying about their other ailments! To help those gladiators who deserve to keep fighting is a task of no importance ”. Rassek paused from the theater and pointed to the nauseating parasite. Then he continued: “The zirthee is a youth stage in the development of the servants of the gods and its only nourishment is the blood of living people! But without our help, without the help of the healers, few of the human sacrifices survive the first day. Be aware of the incredible honor it means to help those holy beings who are far above us, directly below the gods! "Anwin looked Rassek in the eye to see if he really believed what he was saying. Because only unspeakable horror filled him, but no sense of honor. *** Anwin was glad to see the sun agai

A cloud of gloom fell on Anwin's head. "And I've seen horrific things," he replied quietly. Even the alternative that she, like so many considered worthless slaves, had to serve as life energy donors for her masters, did not seem to him a desirable future for Sera. In the meantime they had turned into a side street, because he wanted to go to the healers' training center. “You are right, save Sera if you can! But how do you want to do that? ""I do not know yet. First of all, they need to know that I am there. Then ... I suppose that it is easier to break into the slave ghetto than to break out, because nobody expects that! If I can overpower the guards, I can get them out. ""You alone? And even if you've escaped the ghetto, the city gates are still closed. And they are not opened until the slaves are picked up and then there is an alarm. Then the whole city is turned inside out before they open the gates. This is a really bad plan! "“I know, actua

Somehow Anwin was acting strange. That was not because he left the hall full of food, the antipathy between Anwin and him was explanation enough. Had he stayed here, Relaf would have left the room, for Anwin's presence assassinated his appetite. He had never liked him, his extraordinary talent and the ease and ease with which he learned was downright an affront, considering the disdain, even the disgust he displayed towards healing. How could such a person be worthy of grace? That the gods had chosen him was difficult to understand; rather not at all. Relaf, however, was not the person to question the advice of the gods. Anwin trampled on everything that Relaf thought worthy of admiration and worth striving for. Nevertheless, unlike Relaf, he had already passed the first test, even though Anwin's training had only started Monde after his. All of this might have been tolerable, but the fact that he had witnessed his great shame was unforgivable. Anwin's master, Rassek, still mocked h