Looking at the determined gaze in the eyes of the old man who had recovered, Cowson felt more and more disappointed. Hell, this dead old man is as stubborn as a donkey. After all the fights, he still refuses to say anything, and he can't kill him. Damn, if I knew that these fast bones were so hard to gnaw, I wouldn't have come to stir up this troubled water.

But no matter how much you regret it, Hess has already been killed by Thor. His fate is the best warning to himself. There is no way back for himself except to open the prisoner's mouth.

Thinking of this, Corson couldn't help but shudder, no, I can't be dragged to death by this old man like Hess. There's still a month to go, and I'll have to get a dead pig to speak.

Thinking of this, he waved his handkerchief to the torturer next to him in disgust: "Call me, beat him until he speaks." ”

Whips, coals, and nails were used by all available means. For a while, the old man's newly treated body was rolled by various torture instruments, and there was no peace. The only thing that hasn't changed is the old man's closed lips, which still haven't opened.

A month has passed.

"What do you say? That old thing still hasn't spoken? The majestic Thor looked lazy, and his purple-haired head rested comfortably on the soft and tender thighs of the water god. He was playing with a crystal clear goblet in his hand, and his eyes were squinting at Coulson, who was lying down and shivering.

Cowson, who had already been soaked in sweat, lay there without moving. If I had known that the dead old man was so difficult, he should not have come to sit in this seat at all, who would have thought that his mouth would be so hard. In the past month, he has used all the methods he can think of to extract confessions, and even some extremely cruel torture instruments that have long been lost have been turned out and used on his body. Those horrific torture methods must have been put into the eyes of any god and he would have been scared to say anything, I really don't know what this damn old bastard ate, and he didn't even snort. How could he get what the incomparably noble Lord Thor wanted from his mouth?

Thinking of this, Cowson felt extremely desperate, and Hess's fate seemed to appear in front of his eyes again.

Looking at Cowson on the ground, Adina, the water god who was being wantonly played with by Thor, couldn't help but feel pity. Although this poor guy has no ability, his position is only a small god. But he was more handsome than any god, not even Rather, the god of love. I accompany Thor every day, this damn old pervert, bored to death. It's been three years.,Since that time I entered the temple to worship and was favored by him, I haven't been back to the water temple.,If it weren't for Carson, a slippery guy who often comes to talk to me to relieve boredom.,If I flirt occasionally, I'd have gone crazy.。 What's more, this handsome guy often gives me some beautiful gems and jewelry, and the old guy really hates it, isn't that such a thing? If you just say it, it's over, and the lovely Cowson suffers so much. Thinking of this, Adina's eyes rolled, and he picked up Thor's thick arm and said: "Great God King, that old man is determined not to say anything, even the harsh punishment is useless to him." You've already dealt with the former god of prison, so why be angry with the current Cowson? ”

Thor's terrifying head turned, and a thick palm restlessly touched Adi's round and plump breasts, and said in a thunderous voice: "Do you think I want to? If it weren't for the fact that it was so important, I wouldn't have bothered to pay attention to the old man! I threw him out to feed the dogs, and I had to get that thing. ”

The water god who was touched **** was panting again and again, and his blurry eyes went straight to the thunder god: "I have an idea, I don't know if you are interested, honorable god king?" ”

"Oh? Let's hear it. I'm interested in every one of your ideas. ”

Two days later, above the Yunxiao Hall.

An old man in ragged clothes, dragging a heavy pair of shackles, struggled to move his steps slowly on the smooth floor. His body was covered with scars, alternating between new and old scars, piled up into small crooked grooves under the crowd of new flesh. The hair had already been plucked out by the torturers, leaving only a blood spot as thin as a needle's eye. There was also one of the eyes that was beaten out and hung out of the eye frame. The shackles and ankle interfaces were ground to blood. The protruding ankle was rubbed against the iron ring, and the bones of Bai Sensen could be seen inside, and if the old man hadn't tried to stand hard, he would have fallen down long ago.

"Morton! Oh, my God! Is that you? A soft but mournful female voice rang out in the empty hall.

Hearing his name called, the old man struggled to turn his mangled head around looking for the source of the sound. Days of torture had already destroyed his hearing, and although he was subjected to advanced restoration techniques by a healing priest after each torture, it was only to ensure the continuation of his life. Each treatment meant more and more brutal torture, and no amount of treatment could compare to the increasing accumulation of physical torture. Now he is no different from the walking dead.

With the repeated calls of this voice, the old man finally relied on his almost deafening ears to lock on to the location where the sound came from. This voice is so familiar, so kind, who is it? Whose voice could make my already numb brain think again? Who is it? Who is it? Who the hell is it?

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in the old man's mind, and he shouted in that direction regardless of the moment: "Svina? Is that you? Is it my dear Swina who is talking? ”

"Yes, it's me." A female voice full of grief and sobbing came from there again: "Morton, dear, it's me. Can't you see me? I'm right in front of you! ”

Hearing this, the old man trembled and raised his hands in an effort to pull his left eye, which was covered by blood. The bulging right eye has long since lost its former function, and can only rely on another eye that seems to be intact but is no longer in use.

The two pieces of skin that enclosed the eyeballs were tightly connected and could not be separated, and the blood that flowed from the wounds on the top of the head had already completely bonded them to the eyelashes, hair, and small pieces of flesh, and only the faint slit in the corner of the eye could see the light reflecting off the lens inside.

"Svina, wait for me, I want to take a good look at you." The dried blood glued the eyelids so tightly that the old man couldn't separate the two pieces that covered his vision after fiddling with them for a long time. In desperation, he grabbed the adhesion parts of the upper and lower eyelids and pulled them violently, only to hear a "smack", and the skin at the corners of the eyes was pulled apart along with the eyelids.

The wound was too large, and a large amount of bright red blood gushed out of the severed veins, mixed with hair and broken skin clinging to the edge of the wound.

Washed by the blood, the old man finally saw the person who made the voice through the hazy red mist in front of him.

"Svina!" I didn't care about the stagnation of the heavy shackles on my body, and I didn't care about the pain from the tearing wound. The old man threw himself at his wife in front of him as if he was crazy.

"Plop." A huge force with a heavy wind came from the side, knocking down the old man who was running forward.

"Ahh With a loud and heart-rending scream, a large deep crack appeared in the old man's left shoulder. The reason for this is a very sharp and extremely heavy chained round-bladed axe, which is Thor's favorite throwing weapon.

"I want to do something on my turf without saying anything. Morton, I see that you have been in the cell for too long these days, so long that you have forgotten all the rules in my cloudy hall. ”

The burly Thor was visibly pleased with the precision of his throw, and sitting on a throne made almost entirely of beautiful gemstones, he squinted his eyes at the old man who had been nearly cut in half by an axe. In his usual cold tone, he said arrogantly: "Your wife is in front of you now. Not exactly, it should be in my hands. As long as you honestly hand over what I want, I will not only reunite you, but also release you. That's what I promised from the first day you arrived in Cloudnight City. A promise that God can make is the firmest and most secure guarantee in the world. What do you think? Think about it! Otherwise, huh! Hum! Hum! ”

The old man didn't bother to answer Thor's question at all, although the sudden attack from the rear was not fatal, but the damage caused to the flesh was shocking. Nearly one-third of the volume of the sharp giant axe, which was nearly two meters in diameter, had been completely inserted into his split left shoulder, causing half of his body from the shoulder blade to his waist to be cut open in the middle, and Bai Sensen's bones were in stark contrast to the large amount of blood gushing out of it, and thick balls of flesh were also turned up on the muscle sections in between. The old man, who could no longer support his weak body, collapsed to the sound of a hoarse roar, and his wife, who was only one step away from him, was obstructed and intimidated by many divine soldiers, and watched her beloved husband suffer greatly but could not reach out to help him, and could only cry and mourn through the crowd, in an almost mournful voice, trying to call his name over and over again.

Thor on the throne was clearly dissatisfied with the fact that the old man in a coma had not been able to answer his questions. With his left hand on his lap, he frowned gloomily, and impatiently waved his stout right arm vigorously, only to hear "Whoosh! With a thud, the huge axe flew back into its master's huge furry palm along the trajectory of the chain on his arm. The drops of blood that were brought up flowed all over the ground, reflecting on the smooth white stone and jade floor, which was extraordinarily transparent and bright.

"Skavia! Goddess of Life! Where are you? The irritated Thor turned his head in anger and shouted to the left of the hall, which was nearly ten meters lower than his throne, "Get out of here and cure this damn old thing at once." I want him to speak to me right now. ”

"Come on...... Here it comes...... I'm here! With a stammer, coarse voice that was incoherent sounded from a corner to the left of where the gods were. A goddess with barely any clothes on her body stumbled out.

said to be a goddess, but in fact, it is difficult to see that she is a woman. Because she's so fat, she's just too fat. When anyone sees her for the first time, I am afraid that they will not combine it with the four words "Goddess of Life", which reveal incomparably elegance and warmth. The combination of a fat body, a short, stout limbs, and a head completely obscured by a lock of long, curly hair made it look like a round ball with five protruding dots from a distance. Oh! No, it should be seven. The two huge balls on the chest, which are made entirely of fat and thick skin, should also be counted. "Female" God! If you don't have even the most basic things, how can you be called a woman? However, it is precisely with the existence of these two things that the many priests and saints in the human world who worship her can know to some extent that the god of life they serve is a female god.

Since he is a god, he should have the minimum majesty and dignity of God. However, this obese woman with a dazzling halo on her head obviously doesn't think so. This can be seen in the way she dresses. The sheer bodice and skirt made of the lightest, thinnest, softest cloud silk in the heavenly realm were her favorites, and they were clearly not the right size for her body. Two palm-sized pieces of triangular silk cloth were pulled by a few ribbons that were so thin that people feared that they might break at any moment that they were pulled to the corners, and barely wrapped around the back of her fat body from the top and bottom, making two delicate knots that were not at all proportional to the fat torso. This is the goddess's favorite sexy corset. What about short skirts? Simpler. A piece of transparent silk cloth, only a dozen centimeters wide, was pulled by a thin rope of the same material, separated from both sides of the "waist" (if that could be called a waist) almost exactly the thickness of the chest, and pulled to the left side of the button. Of course, the top of the dress is also a few small pendants made of sparkling gemstones. This kind of clothing is not sexy, and I believe that any slender woman wearing it will make all normal men squirt blood. But the feeling of wearing such a set of clothes that make people want to sin when they see it is completely different on the goddess of life.

Words such as white, delicate, and silky to describe a woman's skin are obviously completely incompatible with a woman as special as Skavia. Oily skin, rolling fat, enlarged pores, and hard black body hair are her most distinctive features. In the words of Kaosen, the goddess of perverts, who is known to have the least taste for women in the heavenly realm, and who claims to not let go of even "passing sows", Skavia is simply "a mass of meat that moves freely". As for those thin pieces of cloth, they are completely "wrapping materials wrapped around meat". Such a woman, I believe that even if a man is horny and **** strong, he will probably be frightened and immediately retract his little brother who is in a state of standing up and saluting.

The goddess in charge of life did not need to recite any incantation, but just stretched out a greasy fat hand that was so fat that even the nails were covered with flesh, and stroked it from head to toe on the old man who was lying on the ground and was dying, and the broken bodies immediately joined together as if they were attracted to each other by magnets. As with the effect of the healing priest's spell, the old man's body was completely surrounded by a peaceful green light at this time. The fractures of the bones begin to secrete a viscous glue under the action of the light, which surrounds the wound on its own accord as if it were alive. At the same time, the severed arm of the great axe also attracted it to swim there desperately, until the two separate pieces of the body were completely glued. Gradually, the wheezing sound of the old man lying on the ground was no longer heavy, the pale skin of his face was somewhat bloody, and the injured eyes gradually regained some brilliance. It can be seen that the treatment is quite effective.

"Morton! There is a limit to my patience. My tolerance only works if I want to. But your attitude annoys me a lot. Now, with all my patience, I will ask you one last time - where is the Exterminator Sword? Answer me! From the high throne there was once again the terrifying cry of Thor, echoing through the neatly intertwined pillars of the temple. Every god who heard this terrible sound panicked and covered his ears with his hands. Fight with all your divine power to resist this loud sound with a thousand thunderbolts. Of course, there were also a few gods with higher cultivation who were unmoved, and only frowned slightly at such a voice. Among them, there is the old man's storage zài.

"Aska, 120,000 years later, you still can't change your boring personality." Unexpectedly, the old man opened his tightly closed lips and said slowly in a trembling but firm tone: "Since the first time you saw me in the City of the Divine Dragon 120,000 years ago, I have already told you: the Exterminating God Sword does not exist, it is just a legend, an ancient legend that has been circulating since the time of the Creation God. As for whether this legend is true or not, no one knows. I don't know who made our Divine Dragon Clan the guardians of the Exterminator, or what his intentions were in doing so. I only know one thing, and that is - in this world, there is no such thing as the Exterminator Sword. ”

"You! Wildly! Say! An incomparably huge thunderbolt rolled from the throne with the roar of Thor's rage, and slammed into the old man's body, which had just recovered, forming a huge web composed entirely of thunder and lightning, completely enveloping him, and stirring up a burst of lightning and sparks. The old man's newly repaired body obviously could not withstand such a heavy blow, and he could only fall to the ground again. The clan is designated as the guardian of the Sword of Extermination, and he doesn't know what his intentions are in doing so. I only know one thing, and that is - in this world, there is no such thing as the Exterminator Sword. ”

"You! Wildly! Say! An incomparably huge thunderbolt rolled from the throne with the roar of Thor's rage, and slammed into the old man's body, which had just recovered, forming a huge web composed entirely of thunder and lightning, completely enveloping him, and stirring up a burst of lightning and sparks. The old man's newly repaired body obviously could not withstand such a heavy blow, and he could only fall to the ground again.