"Huh..... Ha ....." In the dark torture room, a man's heavy gasps were heard.

"Boom--- bang!!" came the sound of the whip beating, and the strong whip hit the man hard, followed by a man's scream, but the guy with the whip didn't seem to have any intention of stopping, and then he whipped several times, and the man screamed again and again, and after a while, the man didn't even scream, and it sounded as if he had been whipped to death by the torturer.

The torturer was wearing a metal mask, and his white robe was already splashed with large patches of blood, and when he saw that the man was no longer shouting, he stopped pumping, and went to the corner and lifted the oil lamp, and the faint light from the oil lamp shone on the man in front of him.

The man sat on a wooden chair inlaid with iron nails, his hands and feet were firmly imprisoned by iron rings, his body was full of scars from whipping, his chest and abdomen were blurred with blood, and even Sensen's white bones could be seen.

The torturer walked to the side of the chair and observed the man, the iron nails of the chair penetrated his flesh, poking dozens of holes in his thighs, buttocks, and back, but these holes were shallow, and only caused pain to the man, not fatal injuries.

"That's disgusting..... the torturer spat out a few words, the metal mask on his face glowing with a terrifying sheen, and then he tossed the whip aside and removed the glove from his left hand.

As you can see from the shape of the hand, this is a man's hand, with strong and powerful muscles, as if containing infinite strength.

The torturer put his hand on the man's forehead, and then a golden light came out of the palm of his hand, which was much brighter than the light from the oil lamp, illuminating the dark room, and the light turned into a golden stream, which soon flowed all over the man's body, and the wounds on the man's body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"You are obviously human, but you are willing to become a servant of the demon god, should I call you stupid, or should I call you shameless?" The torturer saw that the man had the intention of waking up, so he removed his hand from his forehead, washed away the blood that had just been glued to his hand with golden light, and put on his gloves again.

"You.... You haven't seen it at all... His greatness.... You haven't seen Him... Power, stupid guy.... The man heard the words of the torturer and replied in a dying voice.

"I'm not interested in hearing you talk like this nonsense!" the torturer, visibly enraged by the man's words, punched the man in the face, then grabbed his hair and slammed his head on the back of the chair, the iron nails of the chair stirred through the man's body under the force of this force, tearing open the man's skin and flesh, causing him to let out an even more miserable howl.

"Tell me, what is the purpose of your Sect of Destruction, tell me, and I will ask the Light to forgive you for your sins, keep you safe, and give you more glory than you ever thought possible. The executioner pressed his face to the man, and through a metal mask, the two men looked at each other, but of course there could be no spark, and nothing superfluous would appear in this room except for painful torture.

"Hahaha... Holy Light ?.... Hahaha... You should all be destroyed! You are not even reptiles in His presence!" The man burst out laughing maniacally, his body writhing, as if completely oblivious to the pain caused by the iron nail, and slammed his blood-stained forehead against the torturer's mask.

The torturer didn't speak, just slowly stepped back, the man in front of him was the high-ranking personnel of the Destruction Sect that he had finally caught, but it was stinky and hard, like a stone stained with feces and urine, in the past few days, he had coerced and lured and tortured him, but it had no effect.

The torturers are tired of it.

"Come, kill me, kill me! Doesn't your doctrine require you to kill the cultists? I'm right here, and after you kill me, I can go to Him, be a part of Him, and destroy you with Him, all! " The man roared, falling into a state of madness, as if something was wrong with his spirit.

The man's head fell to the ground, and finally closed his mouth that was speaking crazy words, and the man's head, which fell to the ground, still maintained a mad expression before death, and blood gushed out like a fountain from the "scar" on the big bowl on his neck, and sprayed onto the torturer's body.

The torturer held a long spear of holy light in his hand, with which he had just cut off the man's head, and the executioner looked at the man's corpse, and the spear of light in his hand gradually disappeared from both ends and was withdrawn from his body.

"In history, torture has hardly ever worked on this gang of cultists.... The torturer shook his head, sighed quietly, and then picked up the oil lamp and walked out of the room.

"My lord.... You?" A squire priest was sitting outside the door, and when he saw the torturer come out, he quickly stood up and saluted the torturer.

The priest was still wondering why today's torture had ended early, but when he saw the torturer covered in blood, he knew that something bad had happened.

"There's no need to continue the torture, you just go back and clean up inside, I'll make it a little dirty inside, and I'll work hard for you." The torturer said to the priest and strode away.

"As you wish. The priest bowed to the torturer, watched the torturer leave, and then went into the torture room, and when he saw the scene in the torture room, the priest sighed.

Coming out of the dungeon, the torturer had changed into a new outfit and couldn't tell what he had just done.

Armed and heavily armoured, the Church soldiers saluted the torturer as they saw him emerge from the dungeon.

"Let's go back to the cathedral first, you two, go to Chief Kalmar and Sister Lusa, and I'll arrange my next move. As he spoke, the torturer took off his mask and placed it in a small box handed to him by another of his attendants, who respectfully accepted the small box and placed it in his package.

The torturer's weathered appearance and fierce eyes made him feel like a sword unsheathed, and no one in the Church forces in the Far South dared to question his decision.

He is the Supreme Bishop of the Church in the far south, Putanis.