1307: Chapter 364: War Song Great Punishnt_4 1307: Chapter 364: War Song Great Punishnt_4 “A re batman traitor, just kill him and be done with it.
You are the Shaman of Divine Songs, why fuss over such a minor character!” His Majesty the King, arms crossed, glanced at Zandi, who was pleading non-stop on the ground, and said to Fawkes, “Once Lord Mourinho arrives, you and I will first return to the Erald City.
Regarding the distribution of spoils and the fallen Elves, I want to discuss with both of you properly.”
“This batman has so substance, definitely not simple!
My King, please wait a little longer, allow to interrogate him a few more questions!” Fawkes gave an apologetic smile to King Sal, turned his head to look at the batman being pumled by Fat Luo with the hilt of a knife on his fingers, “Zandi, I have no interest in wasting words with you, are you ready to tell the truth now?”
“I am telling the truth…
Respected Beamon Shaman…
Ah…
I am willing to surrender to you…
Ah…
I can serve you…
Ah…
I am a competent Undead Mage…” Zandi twisted in pain, screaming hoarsely as Fat Luo relentlessly smashed his fingers and toes into a bloody pulp, yet his willpower was impressive, for he had not yet passed out from the pain, which sowhat impressed Fawkes.
“Impressive!” Fawkes whistled, a strange chuckle following, “Zandi, I am asking you questions before the King of Beamon, and your answers are truly embarrassing !
Ordinary torture seems ineffective on you, let’s have you try the battle song torture!”
Fawkes raised his hand and placed a Sacrificial Halo on O’Neal, tilting his head towards the Hippopotamus Poet.
“Ahhh…”
A long, agonizing scream.
O’Neal squatted in front of Zandi, the Sacrificial Fire enveloping the Hippopotamus Poet’s body, seemingly sentient, rushed towards the unfortunate Undead Mage.
Like a stark white fish, he leaped straight from the ground, his bonds creaking loudly.
Having been marked with a Magic Seal, this Undead Mage no longer possessed magic resistance.
Only individuals with absolute ntal and willpower could endure through the soul-burning Sacrificial Fire.
The Undead Mage quickly lost control of his bladder and bowels, his body convulsed violently, trembling as if electrified.
“Stop!” Fawkes pulled O’Neal away.
Zandi, like a waterlogged duck ashore, gasped for fresh air, his eyes more white than black.
“Speak!
What exactly is your relationship with the Shalba family?
Why is Roml so confident he can destroy the Bimon Kingdom!” Fawkes roared.
King Sal, who had already heard so about Roml, when he heard the Shaman of Divine Songs ntion this mixed-race Fawkes that cost the Bimon Expeditionary Army dearly and was confident in annihilating the Bimon Kingdom outright, the deep-thinking King of Beamon smirked disdainfully.
“I…
I don’t know…” Master Zandi still held fast.
The Undead Mage knew, the mont he revealed the truth, his death would be imminent.
Expecting rcy from the Beamon, who could even slaughter a city, was absolutely impossible.
Now, all he could do was hold on, as only by staying alive could there be a chance of turning things around!
In this world, nobody fears death more than batn, and because of this fear, batn can endure many severe tortures.
Zandi believed he too could survive.
“You are surely a tough guy!” Fawkes sneered at Zandi, giving him a thumbs up, “You will confess, I swear!”
Fawkes was not boasting; Master Zandi ultimately did confess.
Under severe torture, he struggled and even disclosed many things he shouldn’t have due to his ntal breakdown.
The biggest reason causing this batman to speak was his urgent desire to die sooner, unwilling to suffer another second of torture—The Shaman of Divine Songs used the “Vampiric Battle Song” to extract a seventh of his blood and, after superheating it with Fla Magic, infused it back into his body.
This poor batman, originally curled into a black ball-like fleshy wing behind his back, when boiling blood was infused into his lower body, he could not suddenly bear the indescribable burning agony.
Instantly, his wings fully spread out, and the ropes brutally segnted him into bloodied pieces.
His confession utterly dumbfounded both Fawkes and the King of Beamon.
Initially, they only intended to try their luck and catch small fry, but instead, they ended up reeling in a whale!
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