Chapter 170: Despair?

"General Raoul...Finally…after 2000 years...You have fallen into my hands…" A dark and heavy voice sounded in the darkness before fire torches began to light up around the whole place.

Viktor didn't need to use his night vision to see how he was in the underground dungeon of the mansion, which was originally built to hold prisoners or even for torture as far as he knew.

However, he was least bothered about the dungeon after hearing this sinistrous voice.

Although the voice seemed a bit more stiff and heavy, Viktor felt as if he was familiar with this voice.

"Having a hard time remembering me, General? Or was I such a lowly existence to have not made a mark in your memory? Or maybe...you really didn't care about your village I destroyed and burned...Haa...I wish I was there myself..." The voice let out a sigh of regret.

Viktor clenched his fists as he mumbled a name, "Borin…"

Nyissa knitted her brows, wondering who this voice was and why they seemed to have a history with Viktor.

But after hearing Viktor's mumble, Nyissa didn't dare to believe her own speculations.

Ayana and her friends felt their hairs standing on their ends, hearing this voice while slowly turning to look at Viktor.

Ayana didn't know whether she should be surprised about this voice seemingly targeting Viktor since this whole place and the events that took place were connected to him.

"There...it seems like what happened in your village would surely jog your memory…" The air in front of them twisted as a dark orange light flashed, revealing a large figure dressed in dark red robes, pale grey skin, and demonic orange flames emanating from his eyes.

The man looked as if he was neither dead nor alive but both at the same time. He had a thick and fierce mustache while his body was large in size, as if about two to three skinny people could fit inside him.

The heavy and pressuring aura that was emanating from him was enough to make Ayana and her friends feel suffocated, as if they were standing near a mountain of lava.

However, not only them but Nyissa was also shocked to see this man who looked familiar to the drawings they had seen.

"You wretched dog...how are you still breathing? Don't tell me you are an evil spirit too and the so-called Abominable Fiend?"

Viktor now realized why he got summoned here by whom after learning everything.

Borin scoffed, "Evil spirit? They are beneath me. I am something more...something more powerful to crush a blood-sucking monster like you..And I chose to become like this so that one day, no matter how many centuries I had to wait, I would be able to crush your neck with my own hands," Borin said in a cutting tone as he gestured with both his hands as if he was imagining crushing Viktor's neck between his hands.

He continued as he said with a clenched jaw, "Do you have any idea how much I dreamed about this moment...about your moment of despair?"

Viktor stepped forward and said as he casually flexed his neck, "Despair? My mood right now is too far from it, and we will see who will be drowning in despair after I cut your head...again…" Viktor said as he tightened his muscles to fight Borin.

Borin's expression only changed a bit hearing about the part where Viktor talked about cutting his head again.

But this made him remember his gruesome death yet again since Viktor tortured him in ways no devil would be able to endure before cutting his head off.

However, Borin's lips arched into a crooked smile, "Do you really want to do that? Why don't you first take a look around at the cages first," Borin said as he snapped his fingers together.

Viktor frowned and looked around as he saw dark orange lights flashing in the empty cages that numbered more than a dozen.

His expression became even tauter when he saw dozens of human-like figures chained to the top of the cages while they looked no different than a bag of bones with burned skin and hair.

Their eyes were gouged out, their skins flayed and singed while their heads had barely any hair left, revealing some of the skulls too. Their mouths were smeared with dried blood, and when one of them opened and closed their mouth listlessly, Viktor saw that his tongue was cut out too.

In all, if someone saw them, they would wonder what kind of hellish punishment these people suffered and how they were even still alive.

Viktor, at first, didn't recognize who these people were, but when he closely observed the clothes, they were wearing and especially a man and a female in the same cage.

The man in the cage had an extra small finger on his hand, and seeing this, a familiar face flashed in Viktor's mind as he mumbled, "Father…" He then looked at the female figure who had her nose chopped off, and her skin burned so badly. Viktor couldn't help but feel like his heart was tearing apart from inside.

However, despite all this, he was able to make out her features and clearly recognized the graceful woman in his mind, "Mother…"

The couple slowly turned their heads towards Viktor making one wonder if they heard his feeble mumbles or just pure coincidence. But the moment they saw him, even if they didn't have any eyes, they suddenly tugged at the chains as they tried to say something.

*CLING! CLING!*

"Hauugh…" But since they didn't have any tongues, they were unable to utter any coherent words.

Viktor's fists were visibly shaking as his posture collapsed, feeling stabbing chest pain. It had been a long time since he felt so much pain that it made him feel like his world was collapsing.

"How does it feel to see your dear parents again, General?" Borin asked with a wild gaze as he began to enjoy Viktor's crestfallen expression.