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In the dark, damp cell, the moisture from the roof condensed into droplets, dripping downward.

In the quiet dungeon, there was a sudden sound of chains knocking, and not long after, only a metal sound of "squeak" was heard, and the door of the dungeon was opened.

The sound of heavy footsteps, echoing through the slightly empty dungeon, made people feel even more anxious.

Footsteps slowly approached a large cell, and finally stood in the doorway.

The man looked at the young man who had been keeping his head down in prison, and couldn't help but sneer: "Why, are you still unwilling to give in? I have already told you, as long as you hand over the inheritance of the dragon clan, we will definitely not embarrass you!"

"Not only that, but we can also exonerate you from all charges and help you find a stand-in to execute you, so that you don't have to die even if you have an account for everyone in the empire. ”

With that, the man crouched down, wanting to see the expression of the young man in the cell. But the young man's face had always been hidden in the shadows, and it was impossible to see it clearly.

"Why? Aren't you willing to do this? Is there anything more important in this world than being alive? I really don't understand, even if you pass on the inheritance of the dragon clan to others, you won't have any loss to you, why be so stubborn!"

It was none other than Robert Brandt. And the one in the prison is naturally Dylan, who was tried and imprisoned for seven crimes.

Seeing that Dylan had been silent, Robert couldn't help but sneer, and he patted the iron door embedded in the magic: "See for yourself, you have fallen into such a situation, what is there to be arrogant about? Can't you let go of that meaningless self-esteem in your heart?"

"How many times have I said it, as long as you let go of our conditions, I will take you out immediately, with good wine, delicious food and beautiful women, you can enjoy it. ”

Dylan sat in the dark, motionless, and those who didn't know might think he was dead.

Soon, Robert's patience was exhausted, and he stood up with a cold snort, and his voice suddenly raised a lot: "You little bastard, why are you so stubborn! Do you know, I can kill you at any time now! Now you are at the mercy of others like meat on a chopping board." ”

"Who do you think can save you? Now, the archbishop is already half a god, what can your useless father do even if he comes to the imperial capital?

Robert had long since lost his aristocratic image, and began to look a little hideous and hoarse. Fortunately, the cells around this circle were emptied in advance, otherwise the other prisoners would never believe that Robert was the supreme ruler of the Imperial Legion.

When Dylan was first imprisoned in the Judgment dungeon, Robert had already sent someone to persuade Dylan, but he was unmoved.

Today, Robert finally chose to come in person, just to be able to obtain the inheritance of the dragon clan, which is extremely important to their entire Brant family, and even more important than the military power of the empire.

But he never imagined that Dylan would be so stubborn, even in the face of death threats, he would not give in at all.

As soon as he saw Dylan motionless in the corner, Robert felt a wave of anger surging upward, he roared angrily, and a rich golden holy light gathered on his palm.

At the moment when his palm was about to be slapped against Dylan, he finally chose to give up, because the young man still sat there as if he was dead.

"Then tell me, why don't you give me the dragon inheritance!" Robert asked in a cold voice, trying to suppress the anger in his heart, which still couldn't be calmed.

At this time, Dylan, who had been in a static state, finally moved, only to see him raise his head very slowly, a pair of cold eyes were full of contempt for this Holy Light Great Magister, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Because you are not worthy!"

This sentence completely angered Robert, making him want to rush in and tear Dylan in half.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and after a long struggle of thoughts, he finally smiled grimly and said, "Yes! I don't deserve it? You wait, I will see if you can be so stubborn in a while!"

After saying this, Robert clapped his hands, and a dozen big men suddenly walked outside the iron gate, five or six of them carried a huge iron frame, and the others held various torture instruments. There were two others, even holding a hot brazier.

"Go, carry out the noble young master inside, and let him see the power of our Inquisition today. Robert said, the sinister smile on his face even thicker.

Soon, Dylan was carried out by several strong men.

It was as if some kind of special ban had been placed on the chains that bound him, and Dylan had completely lost his original strength.

At this time, Dylan, as if he was a paralyzed patient, was effortlessly carried by those big men to the huge iron frame.

After the "clang" sound, Dylan's hands and feet were firmly locked to the shelf.

Robert looked at Dylan with a gloomy face, and said in a strange manner: "I'll give you one last chance, are you willing to hand over the inheritance of the dragon clan to me!"

With disdain in his eyes, Dylan looked up at Robert before spitting a mouthful of saliva into his face.

Robert was instantly furious, and casually picked up an iron rod beside him and smashed it down Dylan's right leg.

Dylan snorted, a heart-wrenching sensation that nearly made him faint.

On his right leg, a tearing wound appeared in an instant, and the blood completely soaked the entire trouser leg, and the blood continued to drip onto the ground, and a strong bloody gas quickly filled the entire dungeon.

At this time, Dylan was so painful that he wanted to roll hard, but the restraints of the iron frame made him completely unable to break free.

The chains on his arms and feet not only limited his magic and strength, but even affected his willpower and mental power, and he was no different from ordinary people at this time.

So when the iron rod in Robert's hand smashed down, Dylan only felt that the whole person was going to pass out.

Robert threw away the iron rod from his hand, and then picked up a red-hot soldering iron from the boiling furnace.

Robert stared at the soldering iron that was constantly bubbling with a burning breath, and put it in front of Dylan's eyes and shook it constantly: "Little chop, do you want to taste this taste? Didn't you have a hard mouth just now, then I will put a mark on your mouth, so that you will always remember such pain!"

With that, Robert pressed the soldering iron to Dylan's cheek at once.

A heart-rending roar that pierced the entire dungeon!