"It's been two days, and he still won't say?" asked the District Bishop, looking at Kylofil as he walked out of his cell.

Kylophil smiled and stroked the hair hanging down from his forehead with his blood-stained right hand, and shook his head slightly, "Still refusing to say anything, no matter how I say it, he won't say a word...... To be honest, even I admire him a little now, this kind of evil person who is strictly guarded and refuses to reveal a word is too rare. ”

In the past, he didn't even need to use torture to extract confessions, as long as he was caught, those people almost said everything they could say, even if they couldn't say it, they would say it if he threatened him a little.

The number of thugs who were actually tortured by him was extremely small, and so far, he had not met a single thug who could not be pried open - except for the guy in the cell, everyone else spoke.

As a paladin, he also has the ability to heal others, so the villains he tortures to extract confessions are often worse than dead.

The curtain of light that enveloped the city had now dissipated, and even the God of Light could not support them much.

They also chased back the travelers and the party that had left the city, but to their dismay, they didn't know if they had chased everyone back.

They had already learned from the Radiant God that the catastrophe was a plague caused by a 'virus' that was contagious - but they also knew from the chaos Nadal had caused that the conditions for the contagion of the plague might have been harsh, otherwise the clergy who had previously entered and exited the quarantine area would have been infected.

But in any case, it is a plague that can cause a large number of casualties at any time.

Through the iron railing, the regional bishop's scrutinizing gaze fell on Nadal, who hung his head, and asked in a deep voice: "He can't kill himself, can he?"

Kylophil pursed his lips disdainfully, "Now he can't use any spells at all, and his hands and feet are handcuffed, so it's difficult to excrete, let alone kill himself." ”

Nadal's limbs in the cell were split apart by the chains, and the four shackles formed an [anti-magic field], and only when Kylophil was present, he would close the [anti-magic field] and treat Nadal's body while torturing him.

Today, Nadal's body is still intact, and he can even be said to be quite healthy, but his spirit is almost on the verge of collapse.

In the face of such a villain, Kylophil will not show mercy, the plague created by this guy has killed many people, and killing him directly is to cheapen him, and things can't just be over like this!

After a moment of silence, the bishop sighed and asked, "Do you want to continue? This is contrary to our lord's teachings to us, so you ...... too"

Before the regional bishop could finish speaking, Kelofel patted him on the shoulder and sneered: "Young man, you don't know enough, that's why you have this naïve idea - how many people do you think the guy who is now in the cell has killed?

Sensing the coldness on Kylophil's face, the District Bishop shook his head and said nothing.

"Do it!" "Kelofil stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the shoulders of the Bishop of the Region, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, "I hope you can live a little longer, and take a good look at the evil in this world, they are all unforgivable...... Okay, it's time for me to go to lunch, and I'll move on after lunch. ”

With that, Kylophil walked briskly and hummed a little song out of the church's makeshift prison.

Looking at the back of the legendary paladin leaving, the regional bishop lamented silently.

He didn't know what the legend had gone through, how many things he had seen, and even he, an old man in his seventies, had been trained as 'uninformed'.

He didn't know what kind of powerful mind that legend possessed, and he was able to change his mentality so quickly...... Perhaps, it's taken for granted, right?

One last deep look at Nadal in his cell, a flash of disgust in his eyes, and the regional bishop turned and left the prison.

Nadal listened to their conversation from beginning to end, sneering incessantly.

That madman hasn't even given up yet, and still wants to get an answer from him?

Don't!

Even if he died, he wouldn't tell them what he knew......

Nadal's eyes closed, and he could no longer resist the onset of sleepiness, and as soon as he closed his eyes, he fell asleep.

After a long time, a sharp pain woke him up.

"Whew!"

Nadal opened his eyes suddenly, and the pain in the right side of his face continued to stimulate his brain, and the stabbing pain came one after another, making him feel terrible pain.

"Are you awake?"

The paladin standing in front of him asked with a smile, and when he saw the face that could provoke endless anger just by showing him at it, Nadal couldn't help but roar: "Fuck, kill me!!"

Kelofel did not react to Nadal's insults, still smiling.

Fresh after a rather modest lunch, Kylophil, who felt his body full of strength, pinched Nadal's face with his right hand.

He blinked and smiled and asked, "Mr. Nadal, are you still not going to say it?"

"Hmm-mm!!"

Nadal struggled violently, his eyes red and he was extremely emotional.

Kylophil didn't let go, because he knew that the guy wasn't going to say anything, he just wanted to curse.

With a single force on his hand, he crushed Nadal's jawbone.

With a bright smile on his face, Kylophil shook off the saliva on his hand and condensed the holy light with his other hand, and in a matter of moments, Nadal's injury was healed.

"Ahh

But his eyes were wide open, and he never took a moment of his gaze off the face he hated so much.

Whether it is the shattered jaw or the swollen right side of the face, it has been healed by the blazing light, but such a quick recovery from injuries also has side effects, such as severe pain, and the need to drain the body's energy......

Nadal's muscular mouth was slightly open, saliva pouring from the corners of his mouth, but the physical pain did not affect his spirit, his eyes full of hatred fixed on Kylophil.

Seeing his appearance, the paladin shook his head in disappointment and sighed, it seemed that he couldn't get any information from him.

"Mr. Nadal, I'm going to tell you something. Looking at Nadal with pity, Kylophil smiled helplessly, "As a villain, if you have no use value, then you will be killed by me, and now you are worthless to me...... You know what? I'm running out of patience, so you're faced with a choice that can be painful for you. ”

After a pause, Kylofil smiled and asked, "Are you going to be killed by me just like that, or do you choose to say something that makes me think you are still useful?" Come on, please make a choice, I'm already very impatient, torturing others is actually a kind of psychological torture for me, if I can, I don't like to make it so bloody." ”

This madman...... Seriously!

With their eyes met, Nadal's brain calmed down all at once.

Kylophil showed a very sincere smile, but his eyes were full of killing intent, he just wanted to kill himself!

When you really have to face a life-and-death decision...... Nadal panicked.

Even when he was tortured, his will did not waver in any way, because he knew very well in his subconscious that this madman only wanted to use torture to make him speak, so whether he said it or not, he would not die.

But now, he might be dying?

...... No, no, no!

He doesn't want to die!

'I ......'" Nadal opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly, he 'lost his voice'.

His mouth was open, but he couldn't say a word.

"I ......"

Nadal panicked because his mouth was out of his control!

“...... Won't ......"

No, stop!

“...... Tell ......"

Nadal's eyes widened, and the expression on his face instantly became hideous.

“...... You!"

He's finished, and even his face is out of his control......

Nadal's heart is full of despair, but now he is like a bystander, he can only quietly watch his body being manipulated by others, and then ...... Die.

Kylophil smiled, said nothing, and looked at Nadal in silence.

Suddenly, he laughed again, "...... Which bone frame are you?"

Hearing this, Nadal's heart was shocked and he was overjoyed.

He's still saved—

"Rubbish!" a cold snort flashed through Nadal's head.

His body burst open and fell apart.

Nadal, who had regained control of his body at the moment of death, had an incredible look of consternation on his shattered face.

He didn't understand why he had signed a 'devil's pact' with those undead monarchs, and if he killed himself, or was killed by them, those guys would also be seriously injured.

But in that case, why did those guys kill him......

Looking at the torn corpse, Kylophil took a deep breath.

"It's a big problem......

Just now, he seemed to feel that a 'devil's contract' had come into effect. ()

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